The mischief of men

by Mask

Clark, a local fisherman, and Ren, a powerful demigod, live an...unusual life in a small fishing town, getting up to the stupid antics only possible from two men looking to make things interesting. A short, slice-of-life story.

The morning sunrise crested over the bay, illuminating a small room in a quaint home, disconnected from the rest of the town. Clark blinked as he was awoken from his slumber and looked around. He found himself wrapped in Ren’s arms, pressed against his warm body. Their chests rose and fell rhythmically, each breath intertwining into one. It was almost impossible to tell where Ren ended and Clark began. They had spent many nights together like this, their bodies so connected it felt as if they were one. With a soft groan, Clark’s eyes fluttered open completely and he made a feeble attempt to stretch out of Ren’s iron grip.

“Good morning,” Ren greeted him, his voice deep and husky, but clear and free of morning phlegm. His deep green eyes reflected the morning light in just the right way, and his smile radiated brighter still.

“Good morning,” Clark replied. He ran his fingers through Ren’s short, messy hair, feeling the smooth strains as he pulled him closer for a kiss. The taste of the early morning on Ren’s lips made Clark’s heart race. He could spend hours lost in those lips alone, but he had bigger plans. Biggest plans, to be precise.

“We need to get up,” Clark said, he wrenched himself away from his lover. “There’s fishing to do!”

Ren stretched out in bed, exposing the sculpted planes of his chest and stomach. The sheets of the bed fell down upon the long slender outline of Ren’s cock, which stood nearly perfectly upright. Ren stood up straight, one leg trailing off the bed as he gave Clark a side eye.

“Master, we went fishing yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that-” Ren said before Clark cupped his hand over Ren’s mouth. The pair laughed, and Ren affectionately swung at Clark, who deftly dodged. The two were up after that, both preparing for the day ahead of them.

Their home was just off the coast, a quaint little cottage near the beach. The beach itself was rocky, and the water was lined with dangerous rocks hidden beneath the surface of the water. Clark’s boat had to be moored at a local dock in town, a brisk but beautiful walk up the coast. Life here was quiet, punctuated only by the white noise of the sea.

The nearby village had an unimportant name, and for all the pair cared could have been on the other side of the earth. Their relationship had been frowned upon by many of the locals, but they could do little to them out here. Most of them seemed wary enough of Ren, which kept most of them away. Besides, it was midsummer, and only about 5am. No one would be awake to bother them as they made their way into town.

Clark dressed himself in a pair of denim slacks and a tight t-shirt. All of his t-shirts were tight, and Clark loved how damn good he looked wearing them. He put on his usual fishing boots and grabbed his favorite fishing rod. Some days he would wear a cap, but he’d misplaced it during his and Ren’s last... adventure.

Ren, in contrast, wore nothing. As Clark chose outfits, Ren merely stood around. As Clark grabbed an apple for the road, Clark ate nothing. When Clark did a quick chest pump against the countertop, Clark scratched at an itch. Ren’s toned body was a vision of perfection, exposed to the open air. Clark couldn’t help but be turned on by his partner. He had been blessed with an impossible body; muscles upon muscle, and skin smoother than silk.

“Are you ready?” Clark asked. Ren smirked.

“I am always ready,” he replied. Clark chuckled and shook his head. Ren was always so eager, even when it came to simple tasks like going fishing. But Clark didn’t mind. He loved Ren dearly, and Ren loved him back. 

The two made their way up the path leading to the town. The fishing boats of the village were all still tied to the docks. Apart from bigotry, the townsfolk did have a penchant for sloth, and nobody would be out here for another hour, even the other fishermen. It was a good thing too, as Ren was still only wearing his birthday suit. His enormous cock swung back and forth as sunlight reflected against his smooth body. At the dock, his bare feet stomped along the boardwalk, each board creaking under his strength.

“Can you untie us?” Clark asked as he stepped onto the stern. Ren’s lean, toned body gleamed with morning dew as the sun began to rise over the harbor. His muscles rippled as he moved, almost unnaturally strong. And there, standing at attention on the bow, Ren looked back at him over his shoulder and gave a sarcastic salute. He could have easily reached down and untied each knot. He could even have ripped the thick ropes apart with his bare hands, but he knew what Clark wanted.

“Yes, Master,” he said, nodding his head and then turned back to face forward again, spreading his arms wide. With a flick of each wrist, the ropes on either side of the boat undid themselves, falling against the side of the boat effortlessly. With a seductive thrust of his hips, the boat moved forward on its own away from the dock and out onto the open water. Clark smiled, admiring the view before him. He loved how Ren’s body looked so perfect against the backdrop of the sea.

“You know,” Clark began. He paused only briefly, listening to the morning birdsongs echo across the bay. “I think today would be perfect if we spent the whole day out here.”

“That sounds lovely, Master,” Ren grinned. Clark smiled. He always called his lover “Ren,” never slave, though Ren always seemed firm on referring to him as Master. The master-slave relation may have been technically true, but in practice the two of them were plain lovers. The name used to bother Ren, but the re-thinking of it as an affectionate nickname rather than a title had reshaped their relationship. Clark didn’t mind that Ren called him that, it just meant that Ren was happy, and that was all that mattered to Clark.

“So, what are we going to do today, Master?” Ren asked, smiling as he pulled the fishing nets up from the water. Normally, Clark would use a crank to pull them back up, but Ren was simply superhumanly strong. For dramatic effect, Ren raised his arms in the air and gestured out towards the water. “Certainly, there is nothing more exciting than fishing on the open sea.”

“Well,” Clark said, leaning into him, “I was thinking we could do better than simple fishing today.”

“Better?” Ren said. He leaned in closer to Clark, his cock was half-hard, already reaching well past his navel. “I know you too well, Master. What could possibly be better than simple fishing?”

“Oh, fishing with our biggest rods, of course!” Clark said sarcastically, squeezing Ren’s dick affectionately and sidestepping Ren’s attempt to grab him. “Our biggest rods to catch the biggest fish.” 

“You don’t mean...” Ren said as he pointed at Clark’s fishing rod. It was technically the pair’s biggest (fishing) rod, but it couldn’t compare with the size of fish they could catch using their nets.

“I want you to help me catch the biggest fish in the ocean,” Clark said. Ren’s arms dropped to his side and his mouth dropped.

“Are you sure about that, Master? It might cause a bit of a commotion,” Ren said. He gestured back towards the shore, the little hamlet still visible from the boat. Clark smirked at Ren, who couldn’t help but smile back. The town already had enough trouble with two men co-habituating, their antics were truly what set things over the edge. “Last time we did something like this Master, Mr. Holhe—”

“And you cleared up the situation very nicely,” Clark said, batting his eyes at Ren.

“The man was sore up the ass for a month!” Ren cried out.

“That’s part of the fun. Besides, it’ll give us something exciting to do today,” Clark replied. He stood up carefully, the boat rocking back and forth gently. He gestured down at the vast expanse before the pair and cast his line. The bob rested gently against the calm sea. “Come now Ren.”

Ren smiled broadly as he watched his master’s through his rod over the side, and quickly straightened himself up. Clark could see his dick twitch, a sign of good things. Given the man he was, such a display showed a lot of restraint, and this innuendo talk was making Clark quite horny. That “talk” before had been mostly a facade, Clark knew full well that Ren also greatly enjoyed fooling around.

“Yes, Master,” Ren said obediently. His long, well-muscled legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned against the side of the boat. The water lapped lightly at the hull, sending little waves rippling across its surface. Ren seemed to be focusing, concentrating on something unseen.

The sun beat down on them both, warming their skin. It was a beautiful day, just like any other day in this sleepy little fishing village. By now, the townsfolk would be going about their business. Some went to church, some sold produce in the market square, some simply took the opportunity to go for a nice walk, all of them painfully ordinary. Clark and Ren weren’t exactly the ordinary citizens of the town. Gay? No no no. That was just par for the course.

Clark was a long-time fisherman, and his experience was...respected. He’d been born and raised in this town, the water was his whole life. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a thick torso that tapered in a V shape to the waist. His arms were corded with muscle, his hands calloused from years of working on boats, hauling nets, and hours of swimming. He had short brown hair which rested gently around his temples and bright blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. He was tall, and built like an ox, not that any of the people in the small town had ever really seen an ox. His father always told him he was built like a marlin, though if he had seen Clark’s dick these days then he’d have known that that was a more than apt statement.

Ren was the greater oddity. He was a vision of perfection, impossibly handsome, and perpetually naked. Bluntly, he was an immortal demigod, born of a human mother and a Greek godfather, though Ren never knew which one. He stood a head taller than Clark, with skin like polished bronze, and muscles so defined they could cut glass. His face was chiseled, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. He had deep green eyes that you could stare into and never see the end. A thick, short mat black hair rested atop his head. If Clark was built like an ox, then Ren was built like a dragon. His muscles seemed to be perfectly proportioned, large and round. Sometimes Clark would sit and stare at them, the mathematical perfection of their shape intoxicating.

Ren was an ancient man; Clark never really knew exactly how old he was. His original name was lost to time, replaced with “Ren” some time ago. Clark supposed that he’d had many names throughout his life. He had lived through centuries, witnessing the rise and fall of empires, and yet he remained unchanged. His physique needed no maintenance, his body no food or sleep. His superhuman abilities never waned, and sometimes Clark felt like they were always getting more powerful. Clark was Ren’s master, and was bound to serve Clark, for eternity, or at least until Clark bequeathed him. Without Clark, Ren would fade away into nothingness, his very existence tied to his role as slave.

Clark had asked Ren once, who his previous masters had been. Clark didn’t like to demand things from Ren, and so didn’t force him to answer. Ren had simply said “Great kings, great queens, and every manner of horrible man in between them.” Ren seemed happy, ever since he’d come into Clark’s “care.” Clark was often happier with Ren around than he’d been before, and he often wondered if maybe he was the first person to love the man rather than god.

“Master,” Ren said, his face serious, breaking the still air. His arms were still outstretched over the water, the undulating waves of the boat and sea beneath them. He pointed far out into the sea. “The fish is coming from over there. I’ll help you catch it.”

“You’re the best, Ren,” Clark said. He’d asked for the biggest fish in the ocean and he knew Ren would come through on that promise. He always did. Clark could see Ren behind him, seeming to guide something towards the boat using his arms. Suddenly, Clark felt a tug on the line, and was jolted forward.

“Hold the rod firm!” Ren said. In a flash, he was behind Clark, his naked, muscled body hard against Clark’s slacks. Clark could feel his own rod harden in his pants, but the pull of the fish was quite strong and considerably more distracting. Clark felt his muscles tense as he thrashed this way and that, Ren’s guiding arms keeping the pole in place at the bow.

Suddenly there was a loud splash behind Clark. He spun around, quick enough to see an enormous tail thrash out of the water. His head shot back forward to see his fishing bob several meters from the boat, and after some quick calculus turned to look up at Ren in horror. The man was grinning ear to ear, giddy like a child. Clark’s heart was racing as his poor little trawler rocked back and forth.

“Now!” Ren shouted as he pulled the rod, his superhuman strength enough to knock Clark off his feet. He slammed onto the ground, falling between his man’s legs. As Clark looked up, he saw an enormous silhouette fill the sky above him, blotting out the sun. Ren shouted in amazement, surely proud of his hard work. Time seemed to stop as Clark took in Ren, a fine sheen of sweat glistened across Ren’s smooth skin, causing it to ripple like the surface of the water. Even from this vantage point, Clark could see every flex and ripple of muscle as Ren moved. He wanted nothing more than to be with his beloved Ren forever, feeling those powerful muscles intertwined with his own.

And as time seemed to continue, Clark noticed how the enormous silhouette slowly grew bigger and bigger. The sky grew darker and darker as he came to the disturbing conclusion that the fish was about to fall directly on top of them. Clark groaned as the consequences of his antics caught up with him, and everything went black.

Clark awoke to a discomforting motion. He felt like he was rocking back and forth. Then he felt water, lapping against his hair and into his ears. His eyes shot open, and were met with the smiling face of Ren. The god was holding him in his arms, the sun shining bright like a halo around his head.

“Good morning, Master,” Ren said, grinning slyly. “Celebratory nap?”

“Hey there,” Clark replied, grunting as the water splashed onto his face. “Cele—mph...what’s the celebra—mgph...Fuck! Occasion?!”

“The catch was successful!” Ren replied, laughing at Clark’s struggle. He flexed his enormous bicep and held his fist triumphantly, the remains of Clark’s beloved fishing rod gripped therein. Clark let out a sad whimper, stifled by more water splashing over onto his face.

“Where the fuck are we?” Clark asked. He repositioned himself, trying to sit up. His legs dipped into the water, and a glance around revealed that they were at the surface of the water, still at sea.

“Same place we were before, Master,” Ren said. He gestured around at wooden and metal debris littering the sea around them. Clark gasped as he came to the realization that his beautiful, beloved fishing trawler was no more, destroyed no doubt by the falling fish. The devilish thing was nowhere to be seen either, so much for keeping their caught fish. 

“I suppose the townsfolk will be concerned when they see all this mess,” Clark said, picking up a nearby plank of wood.

“Master,” Ren said, tut-tutting Clark sarcastically. “Knowing them, they’ll probably throw a nice party.”

“But if they find our boat!” Clark protested.

“Ah, exactly,” Ren said, pointing a finger in Clark’s face. “Our boat.”

“Well we’ll have to get a new one of those...” Clark muttered. He took further note of his surroundings, and saw that Ren was sitting cross-legged on the surface of the water. Clark could tell more clearly now that he was sitting in the man’s lap. He felt a twitch beneath him as Ren’s dick dug its way up into Clark’s ass. As the two sat there, they took in the calm of the sea, the regular pattern of their breathing against that of the waves. The feeling of each other’s skin against their own, that irreplaceable touch.

“My clothes!” shouted Clark suddenly as he looked up and down his body.

“Master, we both know full well that things are much better without them,” Ren said laughing. 

“Well, when we get to shore we’re going to damn well need them!” Clark snapped back. Ren hushed his master and gently placed a finger against his mouth. 

“You’re going to need them, Master,” Ren said. As Clark stared into Ren’s eyes, he saw a hint of mischief cross his lover’s face. In an instant, the man had dropped him into the sea, and Clark was sent sputtering under the surface, suddenly forced to tread water.

“Race you to the dock!” Ren shouted. He had lowered himself into the water and was now swimming back into the bay.

“It’s a fucking mile away Ren!” Clark shouted, but to no avail. Cursing, Clark quickly began to kick and swim, cutting through the water and quickly overpassing Ren. The two thrashed at each other playfully, shoving each other this way and that as they swam. 

Clark had grown up on the sea. His body reflected a necessity, the need to swim. His arms and shoulders were strong, and his chest could pull him very far. He’d swam much longer distances than a mile, this was hardly a concern. 

Ren, of course, was a demigod and could easily invigorate himself as needed. Clark knew full well that Ren could just as easily transport them to the beach, but both of them knew that that was hardly any fun. By the time the two of them reached the shore, the sun was halfway through the sky. Clark looked around, taking in the situation as he folded himself upwards. He realized that they weren’t in the town, but they also weren’t near their cottage.

“We’re on the opposite side of the bay, Ren,” Clark muttered. He gazed out across the water and sighed. Clark had blindly followed Ren, who probably had some motive or idea behind it. “Can you just take us there? Whirl us away or something?”

“Well, Master...” Ren said, suddenly frowning and seemingly conflicted. Clark bit his lip, realizing how he’d framed the statement. Ren always hated not fulfilling a command, even though Clark had been very clear that he did not need to do everything Clark asked. Ren probably had something fun planned over here.

“What is it, Ren?” Clark said. Ren hesitated, biting his lower lip. It was cute really, the pair were now mirrored in attire and disposition. Clark knew that a daringly stupid idea was on the horizon, but he couldn’t help it. He could stare into Ren’s eyes and never find something new. He’d do anything for the man who could actually do anything, and when Ren had a devious thought take hold of him, he often refused to let go.

“What if... what if I were to walk through town with you like this?” Ren said as he gestured at their naked bodies. Clark raised an eyebrow, and Ren put up his hands defensively. “Just imagine it, Master. The townsfolk will love it!”

“Ren, we already have a hard enough time getting you through the village naked,” Clark said. He put his hands on his hips, trying to act unconvinced.

“Ah, but, Master,” Ren said, his dick twitching excitedly, “you have yet to walk through the village naked.

“That is because you can make it so people don’t notice or care,” Clark said, trying his best not to smile.

“We’ll be on equal ground this time, Master,” Ren said grinning. His green eyes glittered with excitement. “We’ll both have to make it.”

Clark considered this for a moment, his eyes sparkling with that same mischief Ren had. There were always bigger fish to fry, and life is short...well perhaps there weren’t bigger fish than the one they had caught today, but the point still stood.

“All right, Ren,” Clark said finally. He smiled and Ren grinned back. “I think I want to give that a try. But you know the rules, we have to keep things interesting.”

“Oh, my life has never been more interesting,” Ren nodded eagerly, his eyes bright with anticipation. He stood up straight and put on a sarcastic frown before bowing down toward Clark. “Of course, Master! Anything you want, I’ll do.”

Clark smirked and punched Ren in his cut six-pack. Ren didn’t budge, and Clark was left shaking his hand in pain. With a laugh, the two men were off, slinking between trees and behind rocks, naked as the day they were born. Clark didn’t know if Ren had been born like a normal person, but...well a lot of idioms break down when you try and apply them to an immortal demigod. 

As they moved closer to the town, the tension grew. Every step seemed to bring with it an unbearable heat, making their bodies glisten under the sunlight streaming through the leaves above. Sweat had begun to bead down Clark’s face, and his skin was still soaked from their long swim.

“What if we just turn invisible?” Clark whispered, trying to find some relief from their predicament and the inevitable stealth mission through town. He glanced over at Ren, admiring the way the sunlight caught on the drops of water clinging to his well-toned chest. His cock twitched, desperate for release from the day’s activity. “Or just stay here. Have sex on a rock or some shit.”

“Those are questions, not commands, Master,” Ren said grinning. He turned towards Clark and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m free to ignore the suggestions of a weak-willed pussy like yourself.”

“Damn...” Clark said, more impressed than offended. His dick had shot up at Ren’s kiss, and before he could reach out to reciprocate, Ren had already bounced away, standing firmly on the road into town.

“This way, Master!” Ren shouted. He turned and gave Clark a wink as he sauntered down the street. Clark grinned and jogged after him.

“Ren,” Clark laughed, walking just behind him. “You know, if we’re going to pull off something this scandalous, I don’t think running around naked will do.”

“Not a single person in the town has ever seen me covered,” Ren said, placing a strong hand on Clark’s shoulder.

“What about the time you attached your torso to a cloud and flew around like a genie?” Clark asked.

“Oh, that hardly counts, Master,” Ren said, shoving Clark to the side with a laugh.

“Mrs. Vanderbilt fainted when you made the crowd aware,” Clark said, rushing over to give Ren a playful shove.

“And all was well when Mr. Vanderbilt wished for a million dollars,” Ren said, deftly dodging Clark and smacking him on the ass. Clark narrowly avoided running headfirst into the town’s welcome sign, and the pair sauntered into a nearby alleyway.

“And maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t the best idea to start with?” Clark said, righting himself and holding his now sore ass. He peered around the corner, looking for any activity. “Ever since, he hasn’t worn anything but Gucci. How are you going to fix things if we get caught this time?”

“Oh, come on, Master, it’s not that bad! We can blend in with everyone else just fine,” Ren said. With a wave of his hand, he pulled away the curtain of a nearby window. Inside, an old man was walking around naked in his bedroom, facing the other direction and seemingly oblivious. “Nobody will notice us.”

“You could make them not notice us, like we do sometimes with you,” Clark said. The sun was casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets, and Ren quickly darted into the shade of another house. Clark groaned and quickly joined him. “People are going to be waking up soon you know.”

“Master, the sun is high in the sky, it’s almost afternoon,” Ren said. Ren darted again and Clark swore as he quickly followed him. He looked down at their naked bodies, then back at the street. No one seemed to be paying any attention to them just yet, but only a few people were wandering about the streets and none had checked the dark alleyway. They were still a ways away from the town square, so there wasn’t much activity to deal with yet. 

Clark smiled mischievously, caught up in the adrenaline of the moment. Ren too seemed excited, his body rippling with tense anticipation. He felt himself drawn to Ren’s body.He reached around and hugged the man tightly, letting his hands wander downwards.

“You have such a magnificent ass, Ren. I could bounce a coin off it,” Clark said, giving it a squeeze.

“And let it tumble on the streets, Master?” Ren replied. He grabbed one of Clark’s nipples and tugged at it. “You wouldn’t want to alert the townsfolk to your predicament.”

“We could have sex, right here in the town square,” Clark said, rubbing his hands up and down Ren’s body.

“And give up the game halfway?” Ren said as he gripped Clark’s legs tightly. “No, thank you.”

“Well then we’ll just have to find another spot,” Clark smiled wickedly. His fingers found Ren’s hardening cock and began to stroke it slowly. “Maybe I should show off my god first... maybe then they’d leave us alone.”

Ren grinned, already growing harder at the thought of showing off his abilities again. He focused on his power, willing it to grow stronger within him. As the energy surged through him, his muscles rippled, and his body bulged and expanded outwards. His cock twitched, thickening into a huge, throbbing column as it reached its full length. It was nearly as long as Ren’s arm and wider than a softball. Ren seemed to be on the verge of release, surging forth with energy.

“Now you see me... now you don’t,” Ren said with a sultry smile, suddenly disappearing and leaving nothing but thin air in his place. He reappeared several yards away, beneath another building’s shade. He gave a satisfied chuckle, running his hand over his erection and began to masturbate. 

“Fucker!” Clark said in a terse whisper. He darted across the street, but Ren was faster. Clark chased him around a corner, only to find that he had vanished again. Instead, he saw that Ren had led him directly to the town square. Dozens of folks were out and about, setting up stands, buying goods, enjoying their morning. Clark saw Ren on the far side of the square, leaning against an alley wall. No one had not noticed either man yet. Ren began to taunt Clark from afar, beckoning him over.

Clark took a deep breath and swore. Ren had just swindled him out of a good time, but was definitely keeping things interesting. Now he was taunting him and everything, leaving him bare and susceptible to charges of public indecency. Clark gazed across the square to see Ren walking home, masturbating his now massive cock as he disappeared from view. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride at Ren’s confidence. Ren seemed to hate being apart from Clark, no doubt due to his “condition.” Clark had to catch up to him, and he knew the only way was to somehow get through the square unseen.

Clark made a move, trying to time it with a cart full of produce going by. He ducked down behind some crates, wiggling out of sight just as the cart passed. The market was in full swing, and the positioning of it all made it easy to weave around unseen. Once clear, he moved quickly to a greenspace of tall grass at the edge of the square. He waited there for a moment, peering over the edge, waiting for just the right moment. 

“Wrong fucking way,” Clark muttered to himself. The only way ahead was to cross the road, but it was far too open. He turned behind him, but realized that the market was only getting more crowded, and there was no way he could get back.

A car pulled up nearby, blocking the view of the few townsfolk nearby, and Clark darted behind it. He was hidden in its shadow, just long enough to remain unseen, and after a quick sprint he reached the far alleyway.

“Finally!” Clark shouted as he stopped to relax. He stood at the foot of the path leading back home where Ren had no doubt run off to. Clark turned back to the village, and was greeted with the sight of all the villagers staring at him in horror. Every one of them had stopped their business and was now staring at him from up the road. Some were even averting their eyes, one of the vendors dropped a large grapefruit he’d no doubt been trying to sell.

Clark merely smiled and waved politely. The crowd let out a collective gasp and muttering of “well I never...” before making a point of shaking their head at Clark disapprovingly. Realistically, what were they really going to do? Clark had a demigod on his side, they’d just lose. With a hearty laugh, he turned and jogged up the way, gravel crunching beneath his feet and wind blowing through his hair. It felt good, and every step brought him closer to his beloved Ren.

As the last bits of sunlight began to creep out of the nearby window, Clark flicked on the dim lights in their small cottage home. His stomach growled, hungry after a long, eventful day.

He looked over at Ren who was sitting patiently with an expression of pure devotion on his face. There was no hiding the monster between his thighs or the sharp muscles flexing beneath his skin. His cock was still enlarged and hard from the afternoon, and he’d stuffed it underneath the table out of sight, taunting Clark. Ren had been waiting all afternoon for this moment when he would finally be allowed to please his Master once again.

“Do you want me to cook us something tonight?” asked Ren softly as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. As Clark eye-fucked him, Ren carefully flexed each of his biceps, bounced his pecs delicately, and even clenched each of his abs individually. Such muscular self-control was astonishing, but only a small feat for a god. He gave Clark an inviting look as he finished his performance, and Clark smiled in approval.

“I think I’m getting a little... hungry,” Clark said. He rubbed his stomach and drew a dramatic hand across his forehead.

“What would you like me to do for you this time, Master?” Ren asked. His voice was soft and pleasing to the ear, but there was an underlying tone of eagerness to submit to his lover’s every wish. He stood up, his head reaching the ceiling and his naked body glistened in the sunset. His muscles were toned and well-defined, the product of centuries spent honing his body into the ultimate object of desire. Not from manual labor obviously, but from meticulous understanding of the male form.

“Well, first we have to decide what exactly we’re eating!” Clark said. He was leaning against the kitchen counter with an almost mischievous glint in his eyes. Ren walked over to stand beside Clark, close enough so they were touching ever so slightly at their sides. He could feel the warmth radiating off his lover’s skin as he leaned forward just slightly to whisper in Ren’s ear, “I want you to show me how good your hands are.”

“At what?” Ren said, leaning inwards. His hand reached forward and downwards, aiming for Clark’s hard and growing member.

“Cooking, obviously,” Clark said. He swiveled around and grabbed a pan and shoved it into Clark’s outstretched hand. “Make me something good.”

Ren smirked at that and took a few steps back as if trying to figure out what he was going to whip up. His eyes darted over towards the kitchen counter, then towards Clark before settling on the stove.

“How about casserole? With a little bit of everything?” Ren suggested. He grabbed a set of spices from nearby and began to chop vegetables.

“Yeah, sure thing,” Clark said, though he would be content with anything Ren made. Ren smiled, and Clark couldn’t help but take him in. He really did have a beautiful body, all lean muscle tone and tight biceps and abs, and Clark appreciated every bit of it. He loved watching him work, too; seeing his hard muscles flexing as he lifted pots and stirred vegetables was almost as hot as when he would bend over and offer Clark his ass.

“You look great today,” Clark commented idly. “Have you been working on your triceps?”

“No, Master,” Ren replied, voice low and sultry. His eyes were focused on what he was doing, but there was still an undeniable heat behind them. “I never work out. My muscles are just like that.”

He flexed his arms, showing off their impressive definition. Clark couldn’t help but smile at his lover’s arrogance. It almost seemed like they briefly grew bigger, just to show off even more. 

“Well then, I suppose it’s my luck to have such a perfect specimen as my slave,” he said, reaching out to run a hand down Ren’s arm. Ren leaned into the touch, his body trembling with desire even as he delicately chopped carrots and onions.

“Yes, Master,” he moaned softly, his voice thick with lust. “You’re so lucky.”

“I am indeed.” Clark said grinning ear to ear. He pulled Ren closer, their bodies flush against each other. His hard cock throbbed against Ren’s ass, and he could feel the other man’s arousal pressing off the counter, pushing them backwards.

“Now,” Clark whispered huskily, “I want you to make dinner for us....in the naughtiest way possible.” 

His grip on Ren tightened as he spoke, pulling his man closer. Ren smiled devilishly at him before closing his eyes and focusing. He began grabbing more ingredients, seemingly out of thin air—tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, pasta, and more. The pasta was shaped like Ren’s dick, quite unoriginal, at least for their household. The olive oil was clearly just semen, though it came in a wonderfully shaped bottle. The tomatoes looked suspiciously like Ren’s own ass (a new idea), and Clark had to look down just to make sure he wasn’t going crazy.

“I know you want me to put my actual sphincter into your mouth,” Ren said with a smirk as he used his bicep to squish down on a tomato. He suddenly grabbed his dick, gave it a few strokes, and then ejaculated what looked like basil all over the dish. Some cum may have slipped out too, but who was keeping track?

“Make some of them mine,” Clark said as he cradled Ren’s ass with his arms. Ren waved his hands, and half of the tomatoes and pasta seemed to change. Ren felt his dick grow harder, and he aimed it directly into Ren.

From time to time, Ren would have little bursts of orgasmic energy that would add to the dish, a fluttering of parsley, a cloud of garlic. He pushed Clark backwards for a moment before smashing a tomato with his ass cheeks. He crushed some garlic with his hands and sucked them clean seductively as he locked eyes with Clark. As Ren tossed them over his shoulder, he reached outwards and grabbed Clark by the waist, bringing him in close.

“You taste just as good as your food,” Clark said as he kissed Ren’s neck, “Better even.”

Ren moaned softly at the feeling of Clark’s lips on his skin. Clark savored the touch of his lover’s hand against his own skin. He knew what was coming next, and truthfully, he had been looking forward to it all day. Ren leaned inwards, his mouth right up against Clark’s ear.

“Fuck me, Master,” Ren moaned. “I want you so bad.”

“Of course, Ren,” Clark replied. He wanted Ren bad too. “Whatever you want.”

Clark smiled at the submission in Ren’s voice before pushing him down onto the kitchen counter. The “food” that had been prepared was scattered everywhere. Their lips met, tongues dueling as their hips ground together. Despite all of Ren’s god-like abilities, he still enjoyed being dominated by Clark. It must have been a thrill for the man with ultimate power to have the roles reverse. After a moment, Clark pulled away, pulling Ren’s head close and looked into his eyes.

“Now, let me see what you can really do,” Clark said. Ren’s eyes widened as he realized what Clark wanted. He took a deep breath and closed them, focusing on the energy that ran through him. Suddenly, his muscles bulged out of his skin as he grew larger and more powerful than he had in the town. His chest expanded, rippling with every beat of his heart. His legs became thicker and stronger, flexing and growing like steel beams. And most importantly, his cock swelled until it was longer than a meter and hard enough to split stone. Ren smiled coyly and winked at him.

“Now, let’s make dinner, Master,” he said. Enlarged and filled with raw sexual energy, the two men embraced and began to claw madly at each other. Their lips met, tongues writhing together, exploring each other’s bodies. They pressed their bodies against each other, grinding their erections against one another, both feeling the throbbing ache between each other’s legs. Pre-cum began to seep out, plastering the men’s skin like paint on a canvas. Clark grip Ren’s back tightly, and Ren did the same. Their thrusting increased, the slapping of cock against muscle reached a breaking point. Clark bit his tongue, gripping Ren as tight as his mortal body would allow.

“Ren,” Clark said with great effort. “I’m close. Let’s go!”

“Anything you wish, Master,” Ren answered, his voice shaky and breathy. Ren used his powers once more, his body radiating light. He grew bigger, taller, all encompassing. He wrapped himself around Clark, an extra arm here, another leg there. Clark could hardly say what the specific were, he was too far into his ecstasy to care. All that mattered was that the muscular form that held him gripped him even tighter. The thumping of Ren’s cock(s?) against his chest was like the beating of an enormous drum, his own chest resonating each hit.

Clark screamed, and the pair climaxed as one, spilling hot loads into each other. Both men groaned with pleasure, relishing in the sensation as their tension released. They stayed still for several moments before finally disengaging. Ren was back to normal, or at least the normal that Clark was used to. Both of their faces were red and sweaty, though nothing compared to their dripping cocks or their cum-soaked chests. Clark especially was nearly completely covered, after all, Ren was an immortal being, and as such had no need for normal, possible human bodily functions when he released his cum. As he stood there panting, Clark couldn’t help but wonder what new act he would ask next time. Would he be daring enough to go further? Could he go further? The answer, like the last time it was asked, was yes, he would.

“You know I love you,” said Clark, panting heavily as he looked up into Ren’s eyes.

“I love you too,” replied Ren, smiling down at his master. He said it so calmly, with superhuman control. His muscles were suddenly flush of sweat, clear of cum, and back to being clear and flawless. Ren’s eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile crossed his face. He took one of his massive arms and reached behind him, seeming to stick it straight up his ass.

“What are you doing?” Clark laughed. Ren held up a finger as he rummaged around.

“We almost forgot about dinner!” Ren said. His arm pulled out from behind his back to reveal a steaming bowl of the most delicious looking casserole Clark had ever seen. Ren strode over to the pair’s small table and set it down next to some silverware which had most definitely not been there before. Ren gestured towards the chair and grinned. “Sit down, I’ll clean you right up, Master.”

“You are always so caring Ren,” Clark said with a warm smile. He sat down, still dripping with cum, and dug into the prepared meal. It was indescribable, comparable only to the sex that the two men had just had.

“Just stay relaxed, Master,” Ren said. He settled down on his knees and began to lick up all the cum off of Clark’s body, seductively playing with every inch of his master’s body. Clark couldn’t help but shiver as Ren reached some of the more sensitive parts. Eventually, Ren reached Clark’s dick, and cleaned it in one swift motion. The sensation was enough to make Clark release a second load instantaneously. It was considerably weaker, and Ren swallowed it all whole quite easily. That wasn’t really an issue though, it’s always good to settle down in the evening with your lover.

“All finished, Master,” Ren said. Clark’s body had been licked clean, and, due to Ren’s magic, was no longer sweaty and even smelled of coconut.

“Well, I’ve finished as well,” Clark said, pushing the bowl away. Ren grabbed the dishes eagerly, stuffing them into the sink and out of sight. The pair remained in their positions, staring into each other’s eyes lovingly. They’d done this song and dance a thousand times. Time seemed to stand still, though eventually it became clear that the sun had set.

“Come on, Master,” Ren said, outstretching his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”

“All right,” Clark said, nodding. He made a half-feigned expression of exhaustion. “But only if you carry me.”

“Oh yes, Master, right away!” Ren exclaimed sarcastically, but happily. A wide grin spread across Ren’s face as he took a hold of Clark by the waist. Clark could feel the man’s muscular body pressed against him, his heart racing with excitement. As Ren began to lift Clark off the ground, the fisherman felt himself grip tightly to his man’s chest. His breathing synchronized with that of his lover, and Ren’s warmth filled Clark with comfort. His dick made a feeble attempt at arousal, but ultimately decided to call it a day. The two stayed like that for a time before Ren made his way to the back room.

“Master,” Ren asked softly as he placed Clark down in bed. “Is there anything I could do before we sleep?”

He had been tending to every desire that crossed Clark’s mind all throughout the night. Clark hummed thoughtfully and simply tapped the empty space next to him. Without another word, Ren crawled into bed with Clark, repeating the ritual the two had gone through every night. Ren didn’t need to sleep, but he often obliged Clark and rested each night. The two lay there for a time, simply existing next to each other. 

After lying there for several minutes, Clark finally reached over and stroked Ren’s chest gently. He stared at his man, truly staring into him. He stared behind the muscles, behind the beauty, behind the smile. Clark looked deep into Ren’s eyes, staring beyond their edges.

“What do you want, Ren?” Clark asked. Ren’s eyes seemed to water.

“To be with you,” Ren mumbled. He reached out and touched Clark’s face. “To never be sent away.”

“I would never,” Clark said. It was always comforting having his lover touch him. His skin felt warm to the touch, it always made his heart race faster when it happened. It wasn’t the same as being held and cuddled like they had been earlier though. But that was just fine for now.

“Clark,” Ren said. He turned more towards Clark, stretching out his other arm and letting it crawl across Clark’s body. “Never send me away.”

“I won’t,” Clark replied softly. He reached out his hand, cupping Ren’s face. “You’re my one true love, remember?”

“I’m your slave, Clark,” Ren said. His eyes bore into Clark’s. Clark could feel Ren looking deeply into him. “I want to be your love, Clark. You’re my love, my life...my real life, not what came before. I want to grow old with you. To live my life in your arms and vanish when our time is up.”

“You don’t have to say it like that,” Clark said, grasping Ren’s face with both hands. He smiled and moved closer, embracing Ren tighter and stronger than any god could ever hope to. “Let us live together, grow old together, make love together.”

“Clark,” Ren said, choking with emotion. “I would be honored if I could share my life with you.”

“Then it is settled,” Clark said, shedding a tear of his own. “Now shut up and let’s get some sleep.”

And there they lay, the sound of the wind and the ocean’s wave lulling the men to sleep. A true sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms and legs and filled with the most pleasant, mischievous dreams imaginable.

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