"I'm a lover, not a fighter," Ares, God of Love repeated under his breath. The words were an affirmation; a personal mantra that he used to block out the fact that he was being lead, in chains, through the acropolis.

A sneer-dripping voice rose above his, the words snapping at him like a belt to the ass. "Yeah, and if you'd get the balls up to fight once in awhile you wouldn't be in this predicament would you?"

Sticking his tongue out at the glossy black wings marching in front of him only earned a sharp jerk on the leash he wore. Heavy links of some unbreakable bluish gray metal twined together and attached to the matching collar wrapped around his neck. A set of wrist cuffs had a similar chain strung between them, restricting him to a tiny range of motion. If he fell, he'd go down hard, with no way to stop his momentum.

He had to admit, if only to himself, that Cupid had a point. If he had half a brain outside of his dick, he would've told the Sovereign where to stick his plan to replace Cupid with a more easily controlled War God. Unfortunately all of his intelligence at the time was wrapped up in his own continued good health. And good looks.  The Sovereign had threatened both, and Ares threw in with his plan without so much as a whimper. Who knew the idiot would fail? 

Failure was too mild a word for the sheer, splendid ineptitude of the performance the Sovereign put on. Cupid was still alive and kicking.  And he was pissed. Smell the brimstone, duck the fireball, war god kind of angry. Each and every conspirator was facing punishment, and Ares knew he was getting off easy. Since his crime was one of compliance rather than duplicity, Cupid decided he would be satisfied with a little public humiliation. Ares agreed wholeheartedly. Better that than permanent disfigurement, which was his other choice.

All of this lead to the point he was at now, trussed, being lead through the busiest part of the city.  The chains were his only adornment save for a white leather thong. Which, while it made his package look amazing, made his ass look a mile wide. He knew Cupid well enough to know that the crazy bastard always played straight to the biggest weakness, so he had no doubt that the thong was a deliberate comment on the size of his butt. If that were the worst of it, he might not be so unhappy, but he knew there was much more to come before this was over. They were heading towards one of Cupid's biggest temples, and that meant very bad things.

Cupid seemed utterly unconcerned that Ares was staring daggers into the space between his shoulders. Annoying, to say the least. Not that the view was annoying. Pissy as he was, Ares could appreciate the muscled flex of the bare back, and the tight ass encased in black leather. Yep, he could enjoy the view, even if it was a crazed megalomaniac he was looking at. Ares couldn't believe his train of thought. He was attracted to a complete psycho. Maybe it was the wings.

The wandering path Cupid took to his temple led them through who knew how many crowds of worshipers, and they stared and giggled and pointed rude fingers. Ares was torn between mortification and a niggling little urge to show off. He tried to ignore both feelings. No doubt they would both get worse. No one in the crowd got too close, though. Cupid glared impartially at all comers, and bristled with a hands off attitude. He really was magnificent. In a demented sort of way. Ares sighed, and focused his attention on his feet as they started uphill on the final leg of their trip. He could see the temple now, fine black stone, polished to a glassy sheen. There was no ostentatious ornamentation here, just an ominous and functional hunk of rock.

A forceful jerk on the chain made him stagger, and made Ares realize he was digging his heels in. He was dreading this, really not liking it one bit. On cue, as if reading his mind, Cupid spoke up to remind him of their bargain. "No backing out now Ares. You were perfectly willing to whore yourself out to the Sovereign. Show me the same level of service here in front of my followers and we're even. Really, I'd say you are getting the better part of the bargain."

The smug superiority in Cupid's voice pissed him off in the worst way. "Oh yeah? You haven't fucked me yet Cupid. I think maybe after you do that you'll rethink who's getting the better deal." 

One wing flicked back at him in a dismissive gesture. "If you say so.  I suppose you're attractive enough if the crowd can be trusted."  Indeed, the reaction of the flock of townsfolk was one of awed appreciation. 
They certainly approved of the nearly naked god in their midst.  Ares barely suppressed the urge to preen a bit. He knew Cupid wouldn't be amused. This was supposed to be humiliating after all. 

They finally came to a halt directly in front of the temple, and Cupid gave a mighty heave on his chains, pulling him around so they were face to face. Ares tried for an impertinent smirk, and managed something more like a nervous curl of the lip. Which made Cupid smile. Ares was absolutely certain he never wanted to see that expression again. The insane glint did bring out the color of Cupid's eyes, though.  Ares chanced a look around, and saw that he was surrounded by Cupid's most trusted warlords. They stood in clumps around the temple grounds, drinking and talking, waiting for the show to begin. He had never seen a rougher, smellier group, and the urge to flaunt himself departed with the same speed his balls displayed as they tried to crawl back into his body. 

"The deal was just you, Cupid," Ares reminded, cursing the quaver in his voice.

"Don't worry pet. They're just here to watch. I want to make a good show of a triumphant victory over my ruthless family. It's what these cutthroats respect after all. Have to let them know I'm still a force to be reckoned with."

Well that was certainly a relief. Ares made a face and Cupid growled in response. With an ominous snap of wings Cupid stepped forward, unhooked the thong that covered Ares crotch and threw it aside.  A collective gasp sounded from the watching warlords, and even Cupid looked impressed for a moment.  But only for a moment. Then Ares felt another tug on the thrice-damned leash, and he was following Cupid like a whipped dog around the half circle created by the filthy degenerates Cupid called followers. The end of the promenade landed them at the entry of the temple. On either side of the massive doors rings set into the stone, where Cupid occasionally hung the carcasses of warriors that displeased him. Before Ares could contemplate that image too thoroughly, he was turned to face the gleaming black building and his arms were raised so Cupid could attach his bound hands to one of those rings.

Ares tested the ring and the chains by going boneless for a moment, like a sleeping cat. The chains held and his arms protested. He shifted his weight back to his legs and cleared his throat, throwing a glance over his shoulder. "Cupid? We did agree no disfigurement, right? I took that to mean no beating. You fuck me in public, we're even, that was the idea."

"That's the idea. Now shut up." The order was accompanied by a sharp slap to one vulnerable ass cheek. Ares jumped and yelped in outrage, then subsided. Cupid was right. If he shut up and took it like a god he would get out of here much faster, and with a bit of dignity intact to boot. He showed his new resolve in the lines of his body, becoming relaxed and pliant. His hips pushed back seductively, and his ass tilted upwards, awaiting Cupid's pleasure.

A hiss of indrawn air was his response, then hard, battle calloused hands dropped onto his shoulders. They tightened there for a moment, then moved around his back to slide down his ribs. Cupid ran his hands back up over belly and chest to test Ares' hardened nipples, and Ares felt a puff of air on his neck as Cupid chuckled at their whorish response. The fingers on his nipples twisted and pinched, and he moaned a bit at the sweet pain of it, drawing a murmur from the crowd around them. Ares swayed against his chains as Cupid's sharp teeth closed on his nape, and the scent of Cupid's arousal surrounded him, wild and hot, a coppery musk.  Ares tried to remind himself that this was a punishment, that he shouldn't get excited, but he found it impossible to deny his own nature. He was a creature of the senses after all, and Cupid worked to inflame every one of them. Ares could feel the drag and slide of Cupid's leathers against his ass, the hard cock a distinctive bulge even through the cloth. A small part of him gloated over the fact that he had that effect on such a violent and controlling creature.

The hands on his chest swooped down suddenly over his belly to his groin, digging into the lush hair they found there. A breathy cry escaped him, and he arched into the grip hoping for more solid contact. His own cock was hard now, and desperate for attention. Cupid gave his poor cock the most cursory of touches, the moved on to fondle his balls briefly. Far too briefly, and Ares grunted his displeasure as Cupid shifted around to cup his ass. A hand settled on each cheek and squeezed hard, before thumbs slid along his crack and pressed him open. Cupid placed a string of rough nips down the side of his neck, one hand left his ass to fumble between them at Cupid's leggings.  Ares couldn't help but arch into the touch of the hard cock that sprang out to press against him. 

Almost unintelligible words were coming from Cupid in a steady stream, telling him what a hot little slut he was and how much he would enjoy fucking that sweet ass. The crowd around them pressed in eagerly, like the pack of wolves they so resembled. Ares was overheated, and overwhelmed by Cupid's fire. He could see Cupid's wings out of the corners of his eyes, flaring out and around them in a great fall of jet feathers. Then there was nothing else but the feel of Cupid's cock pushing into his ass. There was no preparation aside from what little he had managed before he was chained, and he felt stuffed to overflowing. It was glorious. Maybe he was a slut, because he liked nothing better than a good hard fuck, and it looked like he was about to get one.

"I can't believe you're so tight," Cupid moaned into his ear. Then Cupid set about putting on a show for the worshipers, riding his ass in long, hard thrusts. They moved together, dripping sweat and grappling towards orgasm. Ares struggled along with Cupid, only dimly reminded of their audience by the earthy smell of male arousal in the air. Cupid's breath came in harsh pants next to his ear, and his own breathing sounded like sobs.

When they came, the force of it shook the temple walls. The ring holding Ares chains popped out of its mooring and Cupid caught him when he sagged towards the ground. He was covered in a cloak of wings for a the few short moments it took him to regain his feet, then Cupid was hauling him around by his collar to face the assembled warriors. He heard Cupid whisper, "Think I'll keep you," then his well-used body was shoved forward, on display. The crowd roared its approval and offered praise to their god. Cupid's voice soared above the swelling noise, proclaiming his victory over those who conspired against him. Then, with negligent wave of Cupid's hand and they were gone, all of them, like a stiff wind had carried them away. 

Still trying to regain his breath, Ares looked at Cupid, then glanced pointedly at the manacles on his wrists. "Happy now? I kept my side of the bargain. Let me go."

Cupid reeled him in by his chain, one link at a time. Then Cupid kissed him hard, bruising his lips and leaving him gasping. "You did very well, Ares. So well I think we ought to discuss our bargain again, in private. What do you say?"

It took him all of five seconds to consider his answer. "Fine. But this time we go to my temple. At least it has a bed."