Greek God Days

Convincing Ethan to make him a Halloween costume that wasn’t pop-culture related had become an effortless endeavor. Toga-clad Xander carefully arranged his paper wings and quiver of arrows at his back, then clutched his plastic yellow bow excitedly. As he walked down the street near Buffy’s house, moments before the curse started, he already felt like Cupid. The young teen fantasized about all the knowledge a God of love like Cupid would possess. Xander’s initial hope was for the godly knowledge to somehow break the time loop, but he couldn’t help wanting to use what he learned in his love life as well. Buffy was so in love with Angel, it seemed impossible to get her to love him instead. However, with the knowledge Cupid should possess, he might have a chance with the girl of his dreams.

The clock struck six and Xander learned the hard way that Cupid didn’t care about the gender of his target. The excited and hormonal teenager hadn’t even thought about the men walking around the neighborhood, and almost immediately after the curse activated, Xander couldn’t close his eyes to the testicle-slapping-testicle fornication that was to come… for the next hour. He didn’t hate or even dislike gay people. To each their love, he thought. However, he’s never pictured himself with another man. His heart was firmly set on lady parts, so to be forced to watch himself enthusiastically stuff male anus… of multiple men…

Even if physical sensations were dulled within the cursed costume, Xander was still huddled around his bathroom’s toilet by the end of the night, throwing up, shivering, and crying. “HUUAAK!” he’d loudly heave over the toilet bowl, but there was nothing in his stomach to regurgitate. He laid in bed for several loops after that, sobbing in cold trepidation and slapping his face to get rid of the memories of the event until his cheeks were burning red. He couldn’t even go to school for many loops because the one time he tried, he’d scream at random times and seriously frighten Buffy and Willow.

“It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me,” he would repeat to himself for as many loops as necessary to believe it. “That was some other guy. It’s fine. It was someone else; Your long-lost, more fabulous, gay twin brother. That’s who it was. It’s fine.”

When Xander eventually felt ready to return to the outside world, he left his room. Repeated clapping noises still made him twitch nervously, but mercifully, he was forgetting. He managed to put the event behind him before trying Cupid’s costume once again. Making absolutely certain he was the only man around beautiful women was slightly difficult to comprehend at first. He didn’t know of a building that was strictly for women off the top of his head, but in a short time, he found himself in the Beta Delta Gamma sorority house on the U.C. Sunnydale campus.

Fortunately, all the college parties don’t start until ten pm or later, which meant that many of the sexy college girls were still getting ready. Walking into the sorority house was easy when he carried ten boxes of pizzas in hand and called out, “delivery.” Clearly, none of them ordered the marinara cheese pies, however, it would be past six before any of them figured that out and he would be Cupid by then.

Within the three-story sorority house of Beta Delta Gamma, there were at least ten gorgeous girls that he could see from the entryway. Xander was fairly confident he was the only guy in the house and that none of the coeds bought their slutty outfits at Ethan’s Prudes-R-Us. As he watched the bubbly blondes, Girl-Next-Door brunettes, exotic Hispanics, sexy redheads, and sultry caramel girls sauntering about in their short shorts, leggings, or mini-skirts, with cute little tops, Xander was getting hard under his white toga. He counted the seconds to six.

Once the hormonal teen’s consciousness took a back seat to the Roman God’s divine influence, Xander finally had a show worth watching. He quickly noticed a few things. First, the sexy sorority sisters gravitated to the God of Love like they were entranced. Xander assumed it was because he suddenly glowed in golden heavenly light and his wings became real. Second, Cupid’s thought patterns were more mischievous and impulse-driven than intelligent. The mythical God didn’t seem to care about anything but his own satisfaction, making Xander glad he kept him well away from Buffy and Willow. Third, the method by which Cupid attracted anything with two legs involved nothing more than notching his magical arrow on his magical bow, taking aim, and letting loose.

“As if that’s gonna help me get laid after the curse ends,” he bellowed in the quiet library of his school as he recalled the event. He then flipped the page of his mythology tome so hard he nearly ripped it.

The fourth and most important point he couldn’t help but notice, despite having an orgy with fifteen sexy, naked sorority girls, Xander didn’t feel much. At first, the teenage boy didn’t care. He was surrounded by naked beauties he’d normally never have a chance with. Three girls—a brunette, a blonde, and a redhead—were licking or sucking his magically enhanced godly penis at the same time and relishing it. One beauty would ride each of his arms, his hands were fingering two more beauties, he was eating out the busty brunette that sat on his face with his magically long tongue, and three girls were rubbing their sodden slits on his muscular torso, yet all of them had earth-shattering orgasms. It made little sense.

Evidently, the sole act of touching his divine skin for longer than a minute was enough to make them squirt their quaking orgasms. Xander felt like he was under showerheads after every minute. It didn’t matter what part of him they touched; it was enough to make their eyes roll to the back of their head in ecstasy. His Godly ecstasy drove the girls to take multiple turns touching him. When the sorority sisters argued about who would be the first to enjoy his magically larger love muscle, Cupid bestowed his divine blessing on all of them like a ray of golden light washing over their aroused, flushed bodies and they all orgasmed in unison.

Xander loved hearing their moans and screams of pleasure, as it was the most exciting part, but soon enough, the curse was over. So by the end, he didn’t truly have sex and all fifteen girls were passed out, continuously convulsing with bliss on the floor of the communal dining room. While he certainly enjoyed the view of sexy, sweaty coeds around him, Xander didn’t feel right about continuing anything more with passed-out girls and he left the sorority. In the end, the experience was like watching the greatest porn imaginable, but in his estimation, Cupid was useless.

With his wings, plastic bow, and quiver in hand, Xander walked directly to his high school library. Despite the late hour, he sat at the center table and researched mythological Gods in hopes of finding one with knowledge about women that could actually be of help. After an hour, he found one with promise, and in the next go around, he moved Ethan off of Cupid and try a Greek God by the name of Hedylogos.

An expert in mythology, the Englishman naturally knew of the name and remarked with a smirk, “Hah! The winged love God of sweet-talk and flattery.”

After picking up his costume later that day, Xander returned to Beta Delta Gamma dressed as Hedylogos. His costume was nearly identical to Cupid, only he didn’t have a bow and quiver of arrows. The toga-wearing teen entered the three-story house once again with boxes of pizza, and to his disappointment, the experience was a lot like Cupid’s. Xander simultaneously loved and hated it. Although he could watch himself have proper intercourse with the sexy sorority sisters—make them moan to the heavens above with arched backs in full-body orgasms—Xander couldn’t feel much of it. He was eternally grateful the sensation was muted down when Cupid was with those college boys-

“UUGHH! Huuaaggkk! Huak! Ughh. Wasn’t me! Your twin! Your twin,” Xander hollered from within his mental prison, feverishly shivering at the sudden recollection of his male-in-male moment.

Once settled and happy to wave at his imaginary gay twin goodbye, Xander continued to recall the same decreased sensation in touch with the Soldier, Sherlock, Achilles, and all the other costumes. Essentially, his consciousness became numb to his body’s physical sensations when it was taken over by the costume. Xander recalled when he wasn’t wearing a costume, he felt the normal amount of pain or agony, depending on how hard the injury was. He never considered the same effect would happen with pleasure since none of the costumes sought sexual release.

In the sorority house, Xander didn’t feel much satisfaction from the Hedylogos using his body. When the God was pounding his man-meat into their sweet tight innards, making them moan like an animal, Xander felt mild pressure, which was a real letdown. The young teen once sat on his hands during a painfully boring class. After ten minutes, they were tingling like a thousand dull pin-needles were poking his skin. His hands also flopped about limply, like he couldn’t control them. Watching these wanton Gods using his body to have sex with these sexy college girls felt akin to that. And worse yet, like Cupid, Hedylogos’ tactics were impossible to replicate.

The love God flattered these girls with affirmations, compliments, and suggestions to a supernatural degree. It wasn’t simply that the God knew precisely what they wanted to hear. It was that his presence alone induced a state of intoxication on all the girls within clear eyesight. They were in love with him the moment they were within his field of influence and would do anything he suggested, whether good or bad. Hedylogos even used his magic to create a mist that would allow all the girls breathing it in to feel the exact sensations the beauty he was pounding was feeling. So, within the mist, they all felt as though they were having sex with him at the same time.

‘Oh, come on! Only a God could do that,’ he anxiously yelled as he observed it all without blinking.

He couldn’t deny he loved it at first. Even if it was a numb experience, he lost his first of many virginities to the sexy coeds of Beta Delta Gamma. He’d arrive at the sorority house several minutes before the curse started and after five or six loops, he’d use some of the things they said in the throes of mind-numbing pleasure to single out some of his favorite girls.

“You’re a million times better than Chad,” one would whimper, or, “better than Mason,” or, “Ty,” or, “Evan,” or, “God, you’re so much better than Riley!” A brunette then gasped, “No way! Boyscout Riley from Lowell House!”

Xander didn’t know, nor did he care about the boys they brought up, but he knew he could use the bits of information. There was a striking blonde girl that looked like a young Natasha Henstridge from the movie Species. Xander recalled fond memories of him and Jesse trying for months to get a copy of the VHS. The girl’s name was Kristy, and she was blonde, tall, and drop-dead gorgeous.

“Delivery for a Kristy,” Xander told the three girls who opened the door, lifting the dozen boxes of pizza before they let him into the foyer of their three-story house. “Is Kristy around?” When the blue-eyed blonde came down from the second floor with an alluring bounce in her step, Xander told her, “now, I may or may not be allowed to tell you if this is from Chad or Ty-” When the five girls nearby squealed with excitement—making Kristy blush under the attention—Xander asked, “uh, is there someplace more private we can talk. I sorta have more I’m supposed to say.”

Sometimes Kristy would take him to her room, sometimes she would shoo away her nosy sorority sisters so they could talk in the entryway, but every single time, Xander would have sex with her and the other fourteen girls in the house. The hormonal boy felt excited watching the entire show, even if it was only in his mind and not in his body. The way Kristy would suck him off, pink lips sealed tight all the way to the base, gulp down his godly sperm like a delicious beverage, spread her ass for him, beg for his seed in her womb, take it up the ass, and orgasm repeatedly throughout all of it… it was the best live show Xander could ever hope to see.

Sadly, the more he did it, the more he couldn’t deny the ever-noticeable disconnect he felt. The stunningly naked girls quite literally orgasmed every minute, or sometimes continuously, until they passed out. It was feeling more like a vivid fantasy, amazing to witness, but ultimately unrealistic.

After nearly a dozen loops in the sorority house, Xander amended his current theory on breaking out of the time loop. Rather than needing to lose his virginity to any girl, he needed to find a specific girl to have sex with. There was no evidence to suggest that would work, but there was also none to suggest it wouldn’t work. Xander disappointed Sherlock’s meticulous testing process, but if not this course of action, then the teen had nothing.

Xander began by walking around town scouting for amazing beauties to test Hedylogos on. Fortunately, he didn’t have to search for long. Sunnydale had no shortage of beautiful women. One of the mothers who dropped their child off at school was a brunette who looked similar to Linda Harrison when she played Nova from the 1968 classic Planet of the Apes. The teenage boy felt disgusted with himself for following her like a perverted stalker, but when he eventually learned she went to a beauty salon rather than take her daughter trick-or-treating, he didn’t care as much. Xander hated neglectful parents.

Watching his own godly cock repeatedly stuff the gorgeous mother was like watching himself going balls deep with a beauty Queen from the 60s. He wished he would have felt more than a slight tingling pressure, however, it was still amazing to watch. After five loops, he reasoned she wasn’t the girl to break the time loop. Hedylogos then fucked the hot Asian girl from the comic book store who reminded him of Amy Yip. Then Xander moved his costumed counterpart to fuck girls that—for the most part—reminded him of some of his favorite actresses; Loana from One Million Years BC, Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard, and Princess Buttercup from The Princess Bride. As much as he wanted it, he had no luck finding women who looked anything like Cindy Crawford, C.J. or Caroline from Baywatch, Jennifer Connelly from the Rocketeer & cult classic Labyrinth, or Sailor Moon.

Since the beginning of his sexcapades, a voice that sounded like Sherlock told him he was wasting his time, even if his time felt endless. When the voice became too loud to ignore, Xander finally concluded that this wasn’t working. The best he could say about being Cupid and Hedylogos was that he now knew what many girls he fantasized about looked like naked and gushing. He’ll cherish the memories, but he was eager to feel the real thing as himself; costume and curse free.

Aiding in this decision was the look of shame and regret that would come over the girl’s face when Xander’s godly influence disappeared with the Janus curse. The beauties that hadn’t passed out from mind-numbing pleasure would look at him and themselves in revolting shame at the end, as if they couldn’t believe they had done what they did. That always tore him up. One woman was sure she would go to prison for having sex with a minor and he had to reassure her that won’t ever happen. Xander decided he needed less Godly intoxication and more human ability if he, as himself, ever wanted any hope of sex after the curse was broken.

‘No more Greek sex Gods,’ he firmly ordered himself.

Xander had considered using the awesomeness of Hedylogos on Buffy, Cordelia, Ms. Calendar, or even Willow. He hadn’t seen them much since he started dressing as the sex Gods but a wildly hormonal side of himself was curious to see them in that way, like he’s already done in several of his wet dreams. The temptation to recreate his fantasies was appealing, however, he recalled his experience who regretted having sex with him and hated the thought of seeing that look on Buffy’s face. It made him queasy to think about, which was more than enough reason not to do it.

Erasing experiences with strangers after every loop was fine, since he’ll rarely ever see them again. The same couldn’t be said about his friends or Cordelia. Though that made him wonder if he should be having sex like this in the first place. The moral and ethical implications were a struggle to think about, because he hated feeling like a creep, but he also didn’t want to stay stuck in the time loop forever.

He asked himself, ‘What if the way out was a girl I need to be with?’ Xander highly doubted that was the destination of the time loop. If this were one of his sci-fi shows, love wouldn’t even make the list of causes for a time loop, but it gave him more hope than anything else. Even if he wasn’t sure what he could do in a single day, he got out of bed and tried. The teenager was certain there was some form of a trigger that’ll get him out, and if it involved something horrible, he couldn’t say he wouldn’t do it just to be free.

Talking to Willow over the phone at the end of his Greek God days, Xander asked his best friend, “Who do you think the most famous ladies’ man in history is? Bonus: Must be a hundred percent human.”

“That’s kinda implied with the ladies’ man part,” she amicably told him.

Nodding in the affirmative, Xander assured her, “just wanna be super clear.”

She hummed as she always did, eager to flex her well-oiled brain power, and as always, she didn’t disappoint. With her pick in mind, it took Xander three loops to swindle Ethan into fashioning him a different costume. The gifted and evil chaos agent returned with a costume of Giacomo Casanova.