Haunt Me Then: A Ghost Story

by Adam Charles

  Hypno touched the bulge beneath Arion’s linen pants and then reached for the laces. “I love rough treatment. It’s why I crave the touch of a big, strong man like you.” He freed Arion’s cock. “And a demigod even? I’m honored to pleasure you.”

  Arion thrust forward a bit as Hypno licked the tip of his cock. The youth had a sweet mouth, and he sucked eagerly. Arion closed his eyes to enjoy Hypno’s ardor, and to his surprise Hypno soon took his entire length down his throat. Arion grabbed hold of his head to fuck his mouth, but he pulled back before coming.

  “Strip,” Arion commanded. “I wish to see and touch you.”

  Hypno obeyed, and then he lay back on the grass, touching his nipples and then his cock, which was almost as large as Arion’s. Licking his lips, Arion went down on his hands and knees atop Hypno. He teased a kiss over Hypno’s lips and then kissed his chest. He licked and bit at one nipple, and Hypno began to moan. Arion pinched both hard nubs before laving each with his tongue. He lowered himself to suck at the youth’s impressive cock. It was eight inches long and thick, and Arion liked how it filled his mouth. But he wanted to feel Hypno’s mouth on him once again.

  Arion moved to the side and slid his cock over Hypno’s lips. “Suck me and make yourself come. I’ll use your seed to ease my entry.”

  Hypno eagerly sucked his cock in again as he stroked himself. He moaned and sighed as if he’d never been so aroused or felt such pleasure. Arion thrust into his hot mouth and caressed his golden curls, even stroked his face.

  “You’re quite beautiful. Perhaps I’ll keep you for a time.” Arion sighed and pushed Hypno’s hand away to bring Hypno to climax himself.

  Hypno arched and moaned even louder, taking every inch of Arion’s cock into his mouth. Arion had to grip his balls to hold on as Hypno came, the youth’s seed shooting up and flowing over his hand. Arion pulled away and scooped up some of the seed, coating his cock with it and then using it to prepare Hypno. Arion grunted as he slid two fingers into Hypno and felt him clench.

  “Tight, but so eager,” Arion said, adding a third finger. “You want my cock badly, don’t you?”

  Hypno nodded, and Arion used more of the cum to slick the hot channel that tightened around his fingers. He pumped himself, ready to enjoy the beautiful man, when thunder crashed around them. Arion turned sharply to look around. No storm clouds could be seen, but he did hear thundering hooves. Arion managed to tuck himself away but had no time to lace his pants. He saw two gray horses with red eyes racing toward him, a chariot behind them. A pale, shirtless figure with long black hair and dark eyes stared at him, smiling.

  Before Hypno could say or do anything, the driver raised a long chain and cast it forward like a whip. The chains wrapped around Arion’s waist, and the driver yanked him close as the chariot came to a halt.

  “Lord Hades?” Arion said on a gasp.

  “You know me? I’m pleased,” Hades said.

  “Of course I know you. What have I done to anger you?” Arion suddenly realized what he might’ve done. “Is the youth yours? Forgive me, I—” He’d turned to look at Hypno, but the youth was gone. A shadowy figure stood there beside him, red eyes glowing just as the horses’ eyes did. His body seemed to be made of smoke, almost transparent, and Arion blinked in confusion.

  Hades jerked on the chain to make Arion look back at him. “He’s a servant, and I sent him here.”

  “Why?” Arion asked as he was yanked into the chariot. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the shadowy specter disappear.

  Hades drew him close, and Arion could feel the god’s cock pressing against him. “You come here, so close to my home, and rut with women. I’d never seen you touch a man and wished to know if you desired them.” Hades ground against Arion. “Now I see you do, I can declare myself and claim you.”

  “What? No! My mother would never stand for it. I can’t go to the Underworld.”

  “Then run away.”

  Arion found he couldn’t break free from Hades’s grasp or loosen the chains holding him. He kept struggling as he said, “If you desire me, I’ll submit here. Then you can sate yourself and let me go. I can’t go down there, please!”

  “I want more than a few moments inside you, my dear Arion. I’m claiming you as my own, as my consort. I’ve watched you so many years and can no longer bear to be without you.” Hades took his mouth in a deep kiss.

  Hades wasn’t rough, but he made it clear that he meant to have his way. He sought to possess Arion and would not give up. Arion tried one last time to plead with him as the kiss broke off.

  “Please, Lord Hades. I love the sun and the forests. I can’t live in the Underworld.”

  “You can, and you will.”

  His lips trembling from fear of what awaited him down below the surface of the earth, Arion asked, “Why me?”

  “I have watched you for years. I’m in love and will no longer be denied. I’m forced to stay below in the shadows, and I can’t do it alone. Not anymore.”

  Arion couldn’t help staring. “These are the first words we’ve exchanged. In love with me? It’s madness.”

  “Is it? Perhaps I’ve dwelled in the shadows too long and need someone to renew my vigor for life. To bring light to my dark world.” His lips took Arion’s again before he whispered, “You’re mine now.”

  Arion continued to struggle as the chariot turned and the horses sped off toward a cave. Arion ducked as they neared the entrance, which looked far too small for them to pass through, and then all was darkness as he slumped against Hades, who refused to loosen his grip.

  * * *

  Hades bore the burden of his unconscious prize gladly. He laid Arion on a long couch near the hearth and waved his hand to ignite the blue flames and light the room. He unchained Arion and caressed his cheek. For far too long he’d ached to actually touch that beautiful face. Arion’s hair was brown, but in the light it reflected reds and golds, all the colors of autumn. He had a strong jawline and elegant features, noble and masculine yet with just a hint of softness. Hades knew the muscles of Arion’s body well, having watched him fuck so many lovers. He ran a hand beneath Arion’s shirt to feel his muscles and the light dusting of hair over his body.

  Arion stirred, and Hades went down on his knees beside the couch. Those beautiful green eyes blinked several times, and Arion looked at him uncertainly. Hades reached to the side table and poured out a goblet of pomegranate juice mixed with wine. He held it to Arion’s lips.

  “Drink. It will restore you. You fainted. It happens often when a living being comes here.”

  Arion obeyed, staring at Hades. He drained half the glass, and Hades smiled. Now even Zeus himself could not take Arion back above ground without Hades’s permission.

  “I’m your prisoner now?” Arion asked, sitting up more and looking around.

  The entire room from floor to ceiling was made of obsidian, as was his entire palace. Candles scattered about the room were alight with flames of various colors, but most of the light came from the large hearth and the heatless fire now blazing there. The furniture was all dark wood, most of it covered in black velvet and silks. Hades wondered if Arion would like more color around him, and he made a mental note to let his new lover know he could change whatever he wished.

  “No, Arion. You’re my guest. And soon, I hope, my lover and consort. Surprised as you might be, I would not take such a step lightly. Being my consort will give you great power. I would not choose one who was unworthy.”

  “Why is it your right to choose? Don’t I have any say in this?”

  “Of course, but I cannot come to you with the freedom I would need to woo you. I need you here with me so I can be near you all the time.”

  Arion stood and moved around the room, touching pieces of furniture and gazing up at the high ceiling. “There are no windows. Is it all darkness outside?”

  “There’s a kind of light, a glow, but of course we can’t see the sun from down here. It’s very similar to your world, t
hough.”

  “I love being near growing, living things. Running in the fields in my other form.”

  Arion had been conceived when his mother and Poseidon were both in the forms of horses, so he had the ability to shift to that form any time he chose. “There are fields, flowers and trees. You can transform and run here. I’ve watched you run. You’re a beautiful, noble creature when you change.” When transformed, Arion was a large chestnut stallion, and Hades loved watching him race through the grass.

  “I won’t thrive here. I’ll be unhappy.”

  Hades came forward and pressed Arion against the large cabinet he’d been admiring. “I shall do all in my power to make you happy.” He leaned in for a kiss, but Arion turned his head and denied him.

  “No. You said I’m yours, but that’s not true.” Arion struggled to get out of his arms, but Hades held fast. “Release me, please.”

  “Am I so unattractive to you?” Hades asked.

  * * *

  Arion looked up at Hades. The god stood almost a foot taller than him, and he had thick, lustrous black hair that fell to his waist. His dark eyes held such power in their depths they were quite mesmerizing. He was broad shouldered and muscular. He wore no shirt, only black leather pants. Tattoos of black and silver flames adorned his back and reached up over his shoulders. Dark hair covered his chest, but nothing could conceal his large muscles. Silver rings pierced his nipples, and Arion had found it challenging not to stare at the jewelry. Even without seeing it, he knew Hades had a large cock. He’d felt it pressed against him earlier, and just a glance at his crotch in the snug pants showed that he was well endowed.

  “No, Lord Hades. You’re very appealing. I’d be more than willing to lie with you. But if you truly care for me, you can’t keep me down here, away from nature. Away from my mother and siblings.”

  “You may communicate with them. Visit them at times.”

  “Mother shelters Persephone. She’s never allowed to go anywhere but our village and Mount Olympus. Mother won’t let her have friends or be near men. I’m her only confidant. She’ll be lonely, heartbroken.”

  Hades held out his hand and gave Arion a small mirror. “Simply say her name, and you can talk to her whenever you wish. When she returns home, she’ll find a twin to this one by her bed.”

  Arion licked his lips as he looked at the mirror and took it. “I see you’re trying to be kind, but it is not enough.”

  “If you open yourself to it, my love will be more than enough to please you and keep you content.” Hades leaned in again.

  Arion turned his head as he had before, but Hades pressed on, kissing his neck. A tremor moved over Arion. He might be a divine being himself, but he was insignificant compared to Hades. He could feel the man’s power washing over him. Hades moved his lips over Arion’s flesh gently. He nibbled Arion’s ear and whispered, “I’ve lain awake wondering what you’d taste like. How my touch would affect you.”

  Arion gasped when he felt teeth graze his sensitive flesh, and Hades cupped his face and made him look up. “Lie with me before another protest leaves your lips. Give me the chance to pleasure you.”

  “No.”

  Hades went still. “No?”

  “Not while I’m a prisoner. I’ll come to your bed and be with you all night, if you say I may go home in the morning.”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re mine. You’ve stolen my heart, and I can’t live without that.”

  “But I’ve done nothing to make you love me. I didn’t seek to seduce you or inspire any other feelings.” He swallowed, trying to screw up his courage. He didn’t have all kinds of powers like other gods, but he knew he could call on Zeus and his mother. “I’ll plead with Zeus. My mother will fight you. Why invite this conflict? Just let me go. I’ll forgive you for kidnapping me, and we can see each other as often as you like. Then you can begin this wooing you’re so set on.”

  Hades stared down at him. “You can never be free.”

  “Why? You’re lying.”

  “I’m not. You drank the pomegranate juice. Consuming anything down here binds you to this place. You can go back above, but when the sun sets, you’ll be drawn back here. To me.”

  A chill rushed over Arion, and he pushed against Hades. “How dare you! You talk of love, and the moment you get me here you trick me!” He struggled and finally freed himself. “If this is how you show love, I want none of it.”

  “But you will. I won’t let you see the sun again until I have your heart.”

  Arion turned away from him. “Then I’ll die here. I want nothing to do with you.”

  Hades came up behind him. He tried to move away, but the larger man held him by the shoulders. Hades pressed close, and once again Arion could feel his cock. “I will have you. You can submit, or I can bind you. It’s your choice.”

  “So Zeus isn’t the only god who doesn’t know the meaning of a refusal?”

  Hades chuckled. “I don’t recall saying I was going to rape you. I simply said I would bind you.”

  “To what purpose then?”

  Hades drew Arion flush against him, and Arion could feel those silver rings against his back. He could also very distinctly feel Hades’s hard nipples. Hades moved ever so slightly to rub them against Arion, chuckling again. “To tease you until you’re so needful you beg for my touch. For my kiss. For my cock.”

  “You wish to make me happy above all else?”

  “Yes, my sweet Arion.”

  Arion moved slowly, and Hades let go of him. “Then it would make me happy to go to my room, please, Lord Hades.”

  “A room has been prepared for you. It adjoins mine.”

  “Does the door lock?”

  Hades crossed his arms over his chest. “You think any lock could keep me out, especially in my own palace?”

  “Fine. Show me to my room. I’ve had a hard day and wish to rest.”

  “Say you will dine with me tonight, and I’ll allow this.”

  “And if I refuse?”

  “I’ll take you to my room instead and chain you to the bedpost, naked.”

  Arion glared up at him and gave a stiff bow. “Then I would be honored to dine with you tonight.”

  Hades cupped Arion’s face and ran his thumb over Arion’s lower lip. “Play this game, if you wish. I won’t be denied forever.”

  “You began this game when you took me.”

  Hades dropped his hand and turned on his heel. He beckoned for Arion to follow him. They left the room and twisted all over the palace, but before long they came to the end of a hallway. The door opened on its own.

  The bedroom was large and luxurious, but again everything was black. Arion sighed as he walked in.

  “You may change anything you wish. Simply touch an item and will it to change color or form. Everything in my palace will obey you.”

  Arion turned to face him. “Everything but you, of course.”

  “Of course.” Hades strode forward and stopped a few inches from him. “But stop defying me and you’ll be amazed at how willingly I would submit to your commands.”

  “A luxurious cage and a handsome captor don’t change anything.”

  Hades didn’t respond to that. He moved to the door and said, “I’ll come get you for dinner.” He closed the door, and Arion heard it lock.

  Arion gazed around him and then down at the mirror in his hand. Did his mother and Persephone even know he was missing? They’d assume he was dallying with someone and likely not notice until late in the night when he didn’t come home. He felt helpless as he sank down onto the bed. He saw no way to free himself, and he soon curled up on the bed and closed his eyes as he tried to banish the fear clutching at his heart. Hades would not be indulgent long, and Arion couldn’t stop himself from imagining what kind of “punishments” the lord of the Underworld might come up with.

  Keep reading for Chapter 1 from Given to the Beast:

  Michael stepped out of the tub
and watched the rivulets of water flowing down his body and wetting the ground. He dried himself carefully. The strong sage soap he’d washed in smelled too strong for his own taste, but it was traditional. Beyond the high fence, he could hear people whispering. Small groups had been gathering near his home all day. What were they all thinking? He had volunteered, of course, but he imagined everyone had a different idea as to why.

  Turning his gaze toward the castle, he sighed. He knew many probably thought he was heartbroken over his wife’s death, but they had never been in love. It had saddened him to lose the woman who had been his companion for two years, but Daria had only been a friend. She’d been in love with another man, one who had abandoned her. She and Michael had only lain together a dozen or so times. They had cared for each other, but never truly loved each other.

  Michael began to dress in the leather breeches and tunic he’d been instructed to put on. He would go to the castle with nothing else. All would be provided there, he’d been told. It had only been a week since the last girl had come back. Two months ago, the tyrannical beast that ruled their land had demanded a mate. He’d sent every single girl away, but this time, the girl had come back to her people with a message.

  The beast didn’t want another timid maiden. He wanted a strong, muscular male.

  Everyone had been shocked and insisted the girl’s brain was addled. She’d produced a handwritten note, which had been put on display in the square. Michael had ruminated for two days before going to the village elders and volunteering. Then they’d all thought he was the one who was addled. But by the end of the night, they’d agreed, finally understanding that no one else would go willingly. The creature that dwelled in the shadows of the castle would come down at sunset and steal a mate for himself if one was not given to him today. The last time they’d defied the beast, there had been bloodshed. Michael had been too young to understand what had happened, and no one liked talking about it. The creature had also once used his sorcery to block out the sun for three days. Michael had always respected the beast’s power but never feared him.

  Michael thought about the beast as he straightened his tunic, which had no laces in front and fit him snugly to show off his chest and abs. He ran his hand down his body and wondered how it would feel to be touched by a clawed hand. The mysterious beast that had ruled over them since before Michael’s birth was taller and more broad shouldered than Michael. He never wore anything more than boots and leather breeches. His body was covered in short black fur, yet he was muscular just like ordinary humans. The strength of those muscles could be seen any time he exerted himself. His face was like a lion’s, his yellow eyes piercing and his hair a dark, wild mane. His rounded, cat-like ears swiveled to take in sound, and people often stayed quiet when he was near, out of fear. He was like something out of a fairy story, as if a man had killed a beast and then clothed himself in the pelt. He had fangs and could roar when provoked. The sound was not as loud or bold as a true beast’s, but it scared everyone nonetheless. One-inch claws tipped his fingers. Some of the girls had come back with faint scratches on their bodies.