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Geto stared at the fields that had practically raised him, they were bone dry and the plants were slowly withering away. The cruel sun shined down on them relentlessly sapping them of any life. Geto and his fellow villagers were deeply saddened by the lack of crops. It was hard enough with how little drinking water they had and now they would have no food.
While the older villagers stood around to complain, Geto returned home. He walked the dirt road past many little houses, till the houses became fewer in number, then none. He kept going till the road ended at a small dilapidated hut, part of the wall was broken down causing the roof to slide down on one side. Inside it was very cramped and dusty. An extraordinarily small place for him to cook and a little area to sleep.
There were three filthy sleeping mats, dirty from the elements that had snuck in through the holes and cracks of the house. Two adorable little girls, covered in dirt, slept soundlessly on them. One with dark hair, the other with light hair.
Geto sighed looking over them, wishing he could provide more for them. Famine had taken their parents, nobody else would take them in, so he chose to raise them himself. Having lost his own parents, he knew how it felt to be alone.
Mimiko and Nanako are their names and though they are not biologically related they are his dearest family and he would do anything for them.
That night the village elders gathered for a meeting to discuss what was to become of their village.
Come morning, the village messenger, old man Gakuganji stood outside Geto’s home. Geto frowned when he saw him.
Gakuganji tapped his cane against the dirt, “the elders have decided that it is you who shall be sacrificed. It is your sacrifice that shall bring us rain.”
Geto looked from him back to his sleeping girls. What would happen to them? He looked back at Gakuganji, his lips pressed tightly together and his brows narrowed. “I will only do this, if someone takes care of them.”
The old man nodded his head, “I shall honor the request myself. Come, we must prepare you.” He turned away from Geto.
“May I at least say goodbye to them?” Geto frowned.
“There isn’t time.”
Geto’s heart sank and with tears in his eyes he followed the old man to the head man's house. Geto was stripped of his clothes, bathed and scrubbed raw and dressed in a white yukata. His hair had been washed and tied up in a bun. He looked the picture of innocence.
The old God who blessed their village long ago used to come down from his mountain of his own will to take a sacrifice every five years. He’d bless the village till it was time for another sacrifice. However there was a duration in which he did not come down for nearly sixty years but continued to bless their land. When he came back down it was said he had changed, he was no longer friendly toward the humans and had grown cold. He came down one last time but then never again. Every five years the village would then send a sacrifice up the mountain to have their village blessed, it worked at first but over time he stopped blessing their village and the sacrifices became fewer. It’s been nearly ten years since the last sacrifice was sent.
Now it is Geto’s turn. They bound his wrist in red rope to keep him from running off. In the past many sacrifices used the travel up the mountain as a way to escape. It took them all day to reach the top of the mountain, there was a strange fog surrounding it. It was so heavy Geto could barely see in front of himself.
The head man approached Geto and released his bindings. “You will go the rest of the way on your own.” The head man led Geto over to a bridge, how they found it was a mystery to him. “Once you cross the bridge you will be in his territory.”
Geto swallowed and nodded his head, nervously stepping onto the swinging bridge. From one peek to another. He can do this. He must do this! For Mimiko and Nanako, they must survive even if he is to never see them again. Gritting his teeth he crossed the bridge, the fog gradually thinning till it disappeared all together.
He was suddenly staring at lush greenery, a small forest atop a mountain with a path leading to a large mansion. Though the sun was setting, it was so bright and clear. The air felt different, in the village it is dry and stale yet here it is so fresh. He was startled by a deer running out from behind some trees. Deer? On top of a mountain?
That’s not important right now. He shouldered up and steadily marched his way towards the mansion. This must be where the god lives.
Cautiously approaching the steps, he looked around for some kind of knocker only to look up and see it was high above his head. Why is it so high up? Ridiculous. Biting his lip he banged his fist on the large doors of the mansion. He waited a few moments before doing it again. This time someone answered. A young boy with black and pink hair, he had light brown eyes and small slits under them. He’s probably the same age as Geto. Geto thought him to be human till the slits under his eyes opened up.
Geto gasped and stepped back. The boy made a confused face, looking around before speaking, “who are you?”
Geto found himself speechless for a moment, failing to find the words.
“If you don’t have any business here I’m going to close the door.” The boy said while starting to retreat back inside.
“Wait!” Geto shouted. “I was sent here as the sacrifice, to make it rain.” He gripped tightly onto his yukata his nerves getting to him.
The boy stared at him with a blank face before awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry but Lord Gojo is not accepting sacrifices at this time. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have chores to attend to.” He tried to close the door but Geto gripped the edge of it.
“I can’t accept that! Please let me speak to him! I need him to make it rain!” Geto shouted, panic filling his veins. He came here more than likely to die, he would not leave no matter what. He will get it to rain!
The boy sighed and stuck his head out, “Lord Gojo isn’t even in at the moment! Now go away!”
“I refuse! I will not leave till it rains!” Geto shouted again.
The boy was about to yell back when the loud sound of wind caught both their ears. The boy stared behind Geto causing him to turn to look. Geto gasped at the sight of a large white scaled dragon descending from the sky with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. It was like looking into the blue sky. Once it touched ground there was a bright light, it gradually faded to reveal a man.
A very tall man, with white hair and sky blue eyes. Adorned in white robe, with a black tight shirt that shaped to his muscles and white baggy pants with a black tie around the waist, he’s feet hidden by simple black shoes.
Geto shivered, the very presence of this man was intimidating, he must be the god. The white haired man gradually stepped up the stairs making his way toward the door. “Welcome home my Lord.” The pink haired boy bowed.
Geto took one step closer with a hand clutched to his chest, “are you truly Lord Gojo, the god who can bring the rain?”
“What of it?” Gojo glared at Geto.
Geto trembled but held strong. Licking his lips he bowed his head and shouted, “please make it rain! My village is dying!”
Gojo scoffed, “I will do no such thing, now leave.”
Geto grits his teeth together, he will not be made to back down. “I will not leave till it rains!”
Gojo growled, “leave or I will kill you.”
Geto raised his head, “if you kill me, then will you make it rain?” He had kind of hopeful look in his eyes.
“No.”
Geto sticks his bottom lip out in a pout and narrows his eyes. “I will not leave until you make it rain!”
Gojo is taken aback by his shouting, snarling he grabs Geto by his dainty arm. “Then I will make you want to leave!” Geto gasps as he is pulled through the great doors of the mansion. He can’t help but look back at the boy from before who now wears a worried expression on his face.
Geto is dragged into an empty room and forced onto his knees. He is completely surprised when the white haired god pulls his cock from his pants. It’s not in the least bit small, it's bigger than Geto’s forearm and it’s not even hard. “You can leave or you can suck on it.” Gojo say’s while coldly looking down at him.
Geto has never given or received a blow job in his life but he needs it to rain! He can’t leave until it rains and he shall not be bested by a cock! “Then you will make it rain?”
“Hmpf. We’ll see.” Was Gojo truly thinking about it? Or was he only tormenting Geto.
Without truly knowing how to start, he stuck his tongue out and gave a little lick. Okay it was kind of salty but not bad or gross. Using his hands to wrap around the massive cock, he slowly pumped it while licking the crown. Gojo’s cock was starting to fill out and increase in size making it hard to hold. Geto was so lost on what to do, he partially wrapped his lips around the crown only to find it was too big for his mouth. Determined he sucked upon the flesh he could reach, occasionally switching to using his tongue.
He used his hands mostly along the length, sometimes trailing his fingers along the bulging veins and massaging them. He could hear Gojo hiss above him. Gathering saliva on the tip of his tongue he licked along one of the veins up to the crown. He’d switch between licking and sucking along Gojo’s cock but never truly being able to take it in his mouth. He mostly slobbered on it.
Gojo sighs, grabbing Geto by the back of his yukata and pulling him off. He shoves him down onto his belly, lifting the back of the yukata over his rear. “Leave or I will fuck you.”
Geto looks back at him, drool running down his chin but a fierce look in his eyes. “I don’t care what happens to me, I’m not leaving till you make it rain!”
The god clearly annoyed clicks his tongue, “fine then.” Gojo leans down, looming over Geto, he scoops up the drool from Geto’s face and smears it between his fingers. “You best pray this is enough.”
He may be cold but perhaps not entirely cruel, at least that’s what Geto thinks. He can’t help but flinch when he feels Gojo’s fingers rub against his rim. It’s starting to set in that he’s really about to have his first time with a god all for the sake of water. He can’t resist gasping as two fingers breach the tight muscle, stretching it apart. Geto pressed his forehead to the cold floor as the fingers buried themselves deep inside. There was a slight burn as he was stretched open but nothing he couldn’t handle.
Geto chewed his bottom lip as Gojo pumped his fingers into him, it didn’t hurt, just felt foreign to him. A third finger found its way inside, further stretching him open. He let out a gasp as Gojo’s fingers brushed against something inside him causing him to clench down around the fingers. It felt good. Tingles of pleasure vibing through his body, his cock twitching and growing partially hard.
“Ah? Enjoying yourself?” Gojo pulled his fingers out.
Blushing, Geto shook his head, “no i-it’s not like that, I…. I don’t know.” He wasn’t lying, he’d never had sex before and honestly didn’t know what it was to feel like between men. He didn’t even know why he was suddenly becoming aroused.
Yet he was still fearful. Gojo is practically a titan among men and his cock was certainly something for one to be proud of. Geto is small, made up of skin and bone, could he possibly take something so large? And with hardly any lubricant to speak of. Surely he will tear. He practically jumped when he felt Gojo’s thick cock lay across his back. It felt like it was almost the same length of his torso.
Gojo ground his cock against Geto’s back, internally noting how bony the younger was. He paused for a second, it probably wouldn’t feel very good to stick his cock in with such little lube. He might rub himself raw. “Yuji.” He suddenly called and the door behind them opened up revealing the boy from before. As if this Yuji knew exactly what he was going to be called for he stepped forward with a jar in hand, handing it off to Gojo and quickly leaving.
He opened up the jar and drizzled an oily substance over his shaft, spilling some onto Geto. Geto internally thanked the gods that he was applying real lube and would not just be taking him with spit. “I’m going to put it in.” Geto instantly tensed up. Gojo slapped a hand to his hip, “don’t tense up, you’ll only make it more difficult.”
Taking a shaky breath, Geto gradually relaxed. He felt the engorged head of Gojo’s cock press against his rim, it took some force before Geto’s hole started to finally give. “Hnng!” Geto shrieked through gritted teeth as his entrance was stretched out tightly over the gods crown. It’s in! And he is not bleeding! It stings but he can get through this.
Gojo said nothing to him but put his very large hands on his hips, gripping them so tightly Geto knew he would bruise. Without warning he yanked Geto’s hips back fully impaling him on his cock. Geto could neither scream nor make a sound as his insides were so violently rearranged to fit the shape of Gojo’s length. He was stretched open so very wide, he could feel every little inch and vein of the gods cock. His stomach bulged from the shear size of it.
His insides spasmed around Gojo’s length, and his thighs shook, it hurt but in a strangely pleasant way. He gasped repeatedly, desperately attempting to adjust to the monstrous cock that threatened to split him in two. Gojo was pulling out and thrusting back inside before he was even ready but Geto dared not make a sound. Geto covered his mouth to keep from begging Gojo to wait, to stop or to ask for just a few more seconds simply to regain his breath.
Gojo started a most vicious pace, his thick cock dragging against tight walls. Skin slapping against skin. Gojo struck something in Geto causing him to release a muffled moan and clench down around Gojo’s cock as what felt like electricity ran through his body. It seemed like once Gojo had found that spot he kept aiming for it, making it all the harder for Geto to resist moaning.
He couldn’t take it and resorted to clawing at the floor, with each thrust loud moans were ripped from him. Gojo started to yank his hips back each time he’d thrust forward, brutally fucking himself into Geto without regard for his well being.
Geto’s cock twitched and a tightness pulled in his abdomen. Oh, oh no, he’s about to cum. This is wrong, he shouldn’t be enjoying this.
He glanced back at Gojo, his brows were furrowed, eyes shut and teeth gritted together. He looks close too. Biting his lip Geto gave a muffled moan and he squirt against the hardwood floors.
Gojo released a grunt as Geto’s insides clamped down around him almost painfully, he thrust in one last time, stilling as he himself came. Filling Geto with his warm seed.
Geto whimpered as he pulled out, cum leaking down his thighs. He collapsed against the ground, softly panting. He’s more tired than ever before, not even working in the fields drains him of this much energy. He cannot let Gojo walk away from him though, not without bringing the rain. Mimiko and Nanako, the village is counting on him.
“Please, Lord Gojo, I beg of you, please bring the rain.” Geto whimpered out with tears in his eyes. However before he could hear the gods answer he passed out from exhaustion.
Gojo stared down at the boy and sighed, running a hand through his hair. He watched cum dribble out of his hole. This weak pathetic human had really let him have his way with him. He gave him every chance to run, thinking he would run or cry when things got started but not once did he back down. He endured.
Tucking himself away he pulled off his robe and put it over Geto. If he will not leave till it rains then he will make it rain.
Gojo stepped out of the room, “Yuji, clean him up, once he wakes send him home.”
Yuji stood by the door and bowed his head. “As you wish my Lord.”
Gojo went outside, staring at the sky he slightly extended his hand out. The sky darkened as black clouds suddenly rolled in and began to weep. Cold droplets of water landed in hand. It's been quite some time since he himself last felt the rain, let alone did something for another.
Geto awoke the next morning to the sound of rain, he smiled to himself. He doesn’t know when he last heard the rain but it was a very comforting sound. He slowly sat up and realized he was not where he had been before but a different room. It was empty save for the tatami mat he slept on. Someone had put a blanket over him.
He suddenly noticed that the yukata he was wearing before was gone and had been replaced with a black one and had purple flowers on it with a red obi.
Getting up he wandered towards the door and quietly exited the room. The one named Yuji was sitting just outside the door. The boy smiled up at him, “you're awake, that is good. I was kind of worried you’d miss the rain. Lord Gojo says you may return to your village.”
Geto chewed his lip, “is it possible for me to see Lord Gojo? I wish to thank him.”
Yuji looked a little surprised. “Yes, I will take you to him.” He got up and guided Geto through the halls of the mansion till they passed through an old shoji door that appeared to lead to a back garden.
Gojo was sitting on the porch, watching the rain. The garden was beautiful, full of plants and flowers that surrounded a large koi pond. Gojo turned his head, eyeing Geto from the side of his eye. “What do you want now?”
Geto got to his knees, pressing his hands to the floor and bowing, “I wish to thank you for bringing the rain! Thank you for everything!”
Gojo seemed shocked, he’d always known humans to be selfish creatures. Always greedily asking for more and more. Yet this human whom he defiled thanks him? “You would thank me after what I did to you?”
The boy's face turned red, “I-It is merely compensation. I am willing to give anything.”
So it was just an exchange. Business.
“You are free to return home. I’ve no need for a sacrifice.” Gojo looked back towards the garden.
Geto felt a strange tightness in his chest. Gojo, he sounded so sad. Perhaps it is lonely here? Nevermind that, Geto is free to leave, he should be grateful he was not killed. He bowed his head once more and Yuji led him back to the front exit.
“Um, is it okay for me to leave wearing these?” Geto asked while looking down at his clothes.
“It is perfectly fine. Please have safe travels and take this with you as well.” Yuji handed him a red umbrella.
Geto took it with a smile and bowed his head, “thank you.” He started his trek back to the village the whole time his thoughts lingered on Gojo. Why did he seem so sad?