The Great God Kinney
He saunters through the crowd like a sleek panther on the prowl. Always alert, always aware of the men who worship him.
He sniffs at the air around him searching for a particular scent. The scent that arouses him, that heightens when only he approaches. My scent; my scent that oozes through my very pores when I know he's close by. The unmistakable scent of my need for him, my lust for him.
Forever looking bored due to the inane conversations surrounding him, he tips his head ever so slightly when I speak. Tuning out the din of the rest of the world to listen to me, to hear my prayers. And he does hear, he has accepted my words of love and adoration.
His touch scorches us mere mortals. Burns into the soul with a heat that's inexplicable. It's my protection from harm and my strength.
His sphere of influence is far reaching in our world and beyond. He is envied, fear, respected, hated, lusted after, and loved. Fiercely protective of those whom he loves and calls family. He will cut you down like lightening when wronged.
The great god Kinney has been my savior, my salvation and a cross that I must bear.
He is my love and my life. I can't imagine my life without him in it in some way.
There's none like him nor should there be. He is a vision of style and grace. Elegant in his precious Armani suits yet at ease in faded jeans and t-shirt.
He is beauty; tall, lean, perpetually tanned, gracefully strong hands and the most beautiful feet that I've ever seen. His eyes pierce my heart. His arms shield me, love me. His cock...
"Hey Sunshine, watcha doing?"
"Writing an essay for my Lit class."
"Very studious of you. Need any help?"
"Yes, actually, I could use your inspiration."
"Always willing to help further your education in anyway I can."
"Thank you."
"So what are you writing about? Byron, Hawthorn, Austen?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yes, you and I need to do more research."
"Research? What kind of research?"
"Why don't I show you."
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"Phew! I'm exhausted."
"Very thorough research is often exhausting but satisfying, Sunshine."
"Hm hmm."
"Justin, do I want to know what your essay is about?"
"The assignment is to make up a god then describe the characteristics of said god. So what better subject to write about than the great god Kinney."
"Justin, I don't think I qualify."
"Sure you do and I have the research to back me up."
"Uh huh. Justin, don't some gods have an assistant?"
"You mean like a demi-god?"
"Yes."
"Some do."
"Well, I think the great god Kinney needs a demi-god to help keep him on the right path. Do you know of anyone who'd like the position?"
"I think so but the final decision should be based on more research."
"I do believe you're right but this time it should be the god who does the research. I mean, he must select the correct demi-god for such an important job."
"I agree."
"Justin?"
"Hmm?"
"Let me worship you."
"Oh god, Brian!"
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