≈ Ch. 18:A HURTING MAN ≈
~ Shameful submission ~
For many long moments, it seemed that in the ample Main Hall there were only Jason and Rufus. The Dark’s last words were still echoing off the stone walls: “I will accept the rightful punishment for my crime. May Boba-Maiii have mercy on me.”
Under everyone’s astonished eyes, Rufus unlaced his embroidered skirt and tossed it away with slow deliberate movements, and then lay naked in the middle of the Hall, on the floor. “I’m ready”, he said in a low voice, quickly controlling the faint shaking of his voice.
Jason didn’t like Rufus, as he’d always been forceful, arrogant and evil; but one thing was obvious: he was a proud man, and forcing him to bear a shameful punishment in front of the entire Eclipse would’ve annihilated him completely. There was such a tragic undertone in his voice that Jason felt a shiver course his spine. Never, in the long history of Eclipse, a man had taken his own life, but Rufus’ dramatic determination made something click inside Jason.
“Rise, Rufus” – Jason said with a firm, but warm tone – “This is not the place nor the way a man should be punished. Go to the Birth Room and lie on the bed. I’ll join you soon.”
Rufus slowly rose from the floor, shooting an intense glance at Jason; it was not a thankful glance, nor was there any submission in his gaze, but there was a deep respect. The Dark slowly walked to the Birth Room and closed the door behind him. He lay on the freshly made bed, spread his legs and arms in a vulnerable position, and waited.
After a few minutes, the door opened and Jason came in, followed by Aric, Rylan, Stellan, young Jael still bearing the visible signs of the rape he’d suffered and a few more Pales. The door was almost closed when Castor, the youngest of the Darks, cautiously peeked inside: “Guardian… May I stay? May I support Rufus during his… uhm… punishment?”
Jason was surprised, and glanced at Rufus, who faintly nodded: “Please.”
“You can stay.” – Jason conceded, and then turned to Rylan, who was holding the box containing his dildoes. The box was opened, and Jason took the biggest and most frightening one, showing it to Rufus.
“This is…” – Jason began, but Rufus interrupted him: “I know what it is. And I know what it can do to a man. I used it on the Shepherd, once… and not in a gentle way. It’s my turn, now, to scream in pain like I made him scream that day.”
Rufus bravely raised his legs and held them with his hands, offering his pristine man-hole to the upcoming torment. Jason was surprised, and insisted: “Rufus, this dildo can open a man in ways that no human member can. It will leave your hole ruined and loosened forever. Knowing this, are you still willing to undergo a rightful punishment for having forced yourself upon young Jael?”
There was no hesitation in Rufus' voice: “I will take whatever punishment Boba-Maiii, through you, will want me to suffer.”
That’s all Jason wanted to know. He didn’t really want to violate Rufus so cruelly, he was putting him under a test: a test that Rufus had passed with honor. Jason turned around to put the dildo back into the box, but was surprised by Rufus’ words: “Do it, Guardian. I deserve it. Rip from me the little manliness I still have left.”
“What you mean?” – Jason asked, frowning, and Rufus at first shut his mouth, unwilling to bare his soul in front of the people standing around him. But then, shaking his head, he said: “Isn’t it obvious? Look at me, look at my aging body. I’m fifty-four years old and I’m not as… vigorous as I used to be when I was younger. I cruelly used that dildo on the Shepherd because I was furious with myself, witnessing my own body… fail me.”
Jason shot an accusing glance at Rufus: “You don’t fool me with this ‘old man’ act! I know all too well that your manhood works just fine most of the time! Young Jael, here, and Rylan, and even I myself can testify to that! You’re always rough and evil when it comes to sex. You don’t fuck for your own pleasure, but to inflict pain to your partners!”
“A man should have sex only to make women pregnant, not for his own pleasure!” – Rufus replied with a stern tone, sitting on the bed – “Yes, I fucked several male asses, more often than I wish, and I did it because I was not strong enough to restrain myself. I didn’t want… I didn’t deserve to feel pleasure! Nor should the man under me feel pleasure! It’s… against nature, can’t you see it?!”
“You can’t be more wrong!” – Jason replied with passion – “And anyway, it’s well known how forceful you are with the Wives, too! If a man, as you say, can have pleasurable sex with a woman to make her pregnant, then why are you always so rough and evil with them, too??”
“YOU KNOW IT!!” – Rufus yelled, his eyes filled with a desperation Jason had never seen in his ever-confident gaze. At first he didn’t understand what Rufus meant, but then memories of the day he was ‘inseminated’ by the co-husbands resurfaced to his mind.
“I feared you could be my father…” – Jason murmured, putting together the pieces of an intricate puzzle – “…and you told me…”
Rufus held his gaze, his eyes bottomless pits of shame. “And I told you I’m sterile,” he said at last, the words tasting like ash. “I can’t father children. What remains of a man when his seed is useless? There can be no pleasure for him in the nuptial alcove… nor in the depths of another man’s body. I’m just a useless... shadow of a man.”
~ A father, a man ~
“Don’t say that!” – young Castor cried out, sitting on the side of the bed and throwing himself into Rufus’ protective embrace – “You spent your entire life giving all yourself to Eclipse, you risked your life venturing out seeking for preys and Stones, you’ve been an example to follow for us younger Darks, you… you taught me how to be a man! You’re to me more than a biological father can ever be to his child! You’ve been a father to the entire Eclipse, can’t you see that?”
Rufus faintly smiled, listening to Castor’s passionate words, that clearly went straight to his old heart, but shook his head: “I’ve hurt so many people, Castor. I was blinded by my bitterness, but it’s not an excuse. Look at young Jael! Look at the Shepherd, and even the Guardian! You’ve seen Pearl, how she cringes when I enter the Alcove! All the many Wives who came before her did the same. Jason is right, I vent my frustration on people the moment they’re more vulnerable, I have sex to hurt people, and I have the experience to hurt them badly. No one can love me, not even can you, my boy…”
Castor looked straight into Rufus’ eyes and suddenly took his weathered face into his vigorous hands, giving him a deep, loving kiss. At first Rufus reciprocated the sweet kiss, but only for a few moments, and soon recoiled, pushing Castor away: “Wh… What are you doing?? Are you… an invo?”
The young Dark shook his head: “I’m not an invo, and you’re not, either. Don’t make me call what I feel with a name, because there is none. Love, affection, respect, awe, friendship, admiration… I feel all these things for you, and many more. And what I feel goes deep inside, deeper than I can tell. You’ve been, and still are, my mentor, my father, my protector, my guide. Many men and many biological fathers should be envious of you, of what you did for me and for Eclipse. I don’t overlook your faults, Rufus, and I’m not happy with all you do, especially what you did to Jael; but it’s not for me to judge.”
“I… I don’t know what to say…” – Rufus faintly replied, falling on his back onto the soft mattress, stunned, and Castor smiled, straddling Rufus’ torso: “Then don’t say anything…”
The young Dark quickly threw away his skimpy leather skirt and lowered his mouth on Rufus’, kissing him with passion. This time Rufus didn’t push him away.
Jason glanced at the men around him and gestured toward the door. “He still didn’t get his punishment!” – Aric protested under his breath, and Jason replied: “He’s learning right now the greatest lesson of all. He’ll be punished, but not now. Now when a man discovers love, possibly for the first time in his life.”
All the people silently went away and closed the door behind them.
Castor, still straddling Rufus’ torso, looked straight at him: “Is it true? That you never feel pleasure when you have sex?”
“Why should I?” – Rufus replied, ruefully – “Only a real man is supposed to feel pleasure when being… well… a man.”
Castor didn’t reply, but stifled an urchin grin and gently brushed his fingers on Rufus’ unusually meaty nipples. They felt rubbery under his fingertips and quickly stiffened, under the tender ministrations. Rufus widened his eyes and gasped, as if he didn’t expect to feel the sudden jolt of pleasure that Castor’s fingers were giving him.
“Stop… Stop it, Castor…” – he murmured, squirming to evade the unwanted touch, and Castor asked, concerned: “Am I doing it wrong? Is it… painful?”
“You’re giving me a great pleasure, kid, but… I don’t want to feel pleasure… I’m not an invo!”
“Bullshit” – Castor said, smiling – “And stop saying that word. Do you really think you still have to prove anyone how much of a man you are? You are the definition of man, Rufus, and nothing can change that. Stop resisting… For once, enjoy the little pleasure my inexperienced hands can give you…”
Castor’s fingers assaulted again the sensitive nipples, and Rufus groaned softly, closing his eyes. He was still resisting, but the boy’s fingers were so cautious, so delicate that he found it too hard to stop them. And he didn’t complain when he felt the fingers being replaced by Castor’s warm lips and tongue. He surrendered to the pleasure the boy was bestowing on his chest, greedily munching and feasting on his meaty nipples.
Not a single inch of Rufus’ skin was neglected. Rufus realized that the boy was truly paying homage to his manly body and was literally worshipping his chest, his abs and his belly, with a passion that warmed his heart. But he still didn’t feel at peace.
“I don’t deserve to feel like this…” – he murmured, while Castor went on kissing his navel, his belly button and his crotch – “I’m a bad man… I hurt so many people…”
Castor raised his head for a moment, smiling: “When I was a baby I thought you were an infallible hero, and I loved you; now I know you’re not perfect, you make mistakes, and I love you even more…”
As soon as his last words left his lips, Castor engulfed Rufus’ stiff cock with his inexperienced mouth and sucked on it like is was a lollipop, sloppily, making his saliva seep down the shaft; he wasn’t sure he was doing it well, and looked up at Rufus, who smiled with infinite affection and caressed his head: “You can’t know how sweet is what you’re doing to me, kid. Boba-Maiii knows I don’t deserve it, but I feel loved like never in my life…”
Rufus’ words of appreciation ignited a fire inside Castor, who doubled his efforts, sucking and licking his man’s love stick with great passion, as if his very life depended on it. He gurgled and choked on the thick cock, but he didn’t care. He rejoiced in the restrained moans that his ministrations could wring out Rufus’ lips and used his hands to massage and titillate every part of the man’s body that didn’t fit into his mouth. He only stopped when he felt Rufus stiffen and hold his breath, climbing to the peak of his pleasure.
Castor rose to his knees and scrambled up, straddling Rufus’ hips. The man’s throbbing cock, dripping with spit, was at an inch from his almost hairless hole, that witched in anticipation.
“Don’t… Don’t do it, Castor…” – Rufus faintly protested – “Don’t open your legs for me like a wife. I raised you as a man, boy.”
Castor didn’t stop, and lowered his virgin hole onto the stiff cock, pushing down until the wide glans forced open his tight anal rings. Castor felt a pang of pain radiating from his inexperienced bottom, but bravely stifled a smirk and looked at Rufus: “I never felt a man like in this very moment. I’m the man you taught me to be, a man who’s not scared of pain, a man who can take care of his loved ones. Like you’ve always done for me and for Eclipse.”
Another inch of hard black meat disappeared into Castor’s tight hole, but there were still many more inches waiting outside the tight passage, and Castor anxiously wondered if he could really take Rufus’ entire length.
He didn’t have the time to find out graciously, because Rufus, prey of a sudden rush of lust, absentmindedly tilted his hips and sank almost his entire cock into the boy’s hurting hole. It took him a fraction of second too many to realize how careless and brutal he’d been; the damage was done, Castor inhaled sharply and his face became a mask of stone, while he coped with the unexpected, painful violation of his inexperienced chute.
“I’m sorry, kid!” – Rufus cried out, ashamed for not being able to restrain himself – “Forgive me! I didn’t want to hurt you!”
Castor opened his eyes and took a deep breath: “As you said, you raised me as a man, I’m not a whiny child.” And with those words he let himself fall down with all his weight, roughly impaling himself on Rufus’ stiff cock, taking it all, to the last inch, until his buttocks were firmly pressed on the man’s wiry pubes.
Rufus was blown away, both for the sheer pleasure granted by the tight friction of the boy’s insides against his cock and by the sight of Castor taking the pain like a man, a real man, despite his young age. And incredibly enough, Castor’s youthful dick was standing at attention, throbbing and begging for attention.
“Does it… feel good?” – Rufus asked, astonished, and Castor’s reply surprised him even more: “Feeling your manhood stretching me to the limit is the most erotic feeling I’ve ever felt. And I want more…”
He begun humping up and down the stiff rod, doing his best to keep a steady rhythm, but he was too clumsy, and was afraid he couldn’t give to his man the pleasure he deserved. So he stopped and rolled to the bed, until Rufus was over him: “Fuck me, Rufus… Fuck me hard. Not long ago you taught me how a real man fucks a woman, now teach me how a real man fucks another man…”
“Castor… My sweet, wonderful boy…” – Rufus said with great affection, won by the sheer devotion of the boy, and his hips began moving smoothly, back and forth, making the thick cock gently slide in and out of the tight chute. He continuously checked on Castor, to be sure he was not hurting him, but the boy’s groans of pleasure made him feel at peace and boosted his libido.
The pounding became more confident and steadier, making Castor bounce on the soft mattress. Castor moaned loudly, swept away by the masterful way Rufus used his love stick to batter his prostate over and over, making him delirious with pleasure.
Instinctively, Castor moved his hand toward his own crotch, to stroke himself, but Rufus stopped him and grabbed the guy’s dick: “A real man takes care of his partner’s pleasure.”
Castor couldn’t believe his own eyes, seeing the manliest and the most dominant of the Darks stroking another man’s cock. He was greatly surprised because, frankly, Rufus was not renown for being a caring and attentive lover, quite the opposite. And yet, at that moment, he was the sweetest lover ever.
“The Guardian was right…” – Castor murmured under his breath, looking at Rufus with wide eyes – “You’ve never known what loving and being loved means…”
“I was raised in hard times” – Rufus shyly replied – “but in the end, it’s never too late to learn what love means. You taught me today, kid. And now… nnngghh… I’m going to show that I learned it well… ooohh… I’m going to fill you to the brim with my love…”
“Yes! Yes, Rufus! Give me your manly essence! Ooohh… yes… yes… YESSSS!!!”
Castor stiffened, uttering a low guttural growl, and his dick exploded like a volcano, throbbing into Rufus’ hand like a live animal. His frantic anal contraction sent Rufus into orbit, making him howl for pleasure, while he inundated the boy’s depths with the balm of his love.
When they came down from their orgasmic high, Rufus leaned down and locked his lips to Castor’s, sharing with him his breath and his passion. A passion that had no name, like Castor taught him.
They were still kissing when the door broke open and Aric entered with great stride, followed by Jason and the other Pales. “Time for your punishment!” – Aric bellowed, while Castor quickly got off the bed and Rufus rolled on his back. Vyk, the tall ‘viking’, and Toron, the stocky janitor, moved in unison and grabbed Rufus’ legs, raising them and forcibly spreading them to the limit; other two pales quickly tied Rufus’ arms to the headboard. Rufus felt utterly embarrassed, being held in that unmanly and obscene position, but stoically kept his mouth shut.
Aric threw his long robe and his stretch skirt away, standing naked at the foot of the bed. Rufus scanned his virile, hairy body and nodded: “I now know how wrong I’ve been, forcing myself upon an innocent boy like Jael. Hurt me, Aric. Hurt me as much as you can, as I deserve it.”
Aric flashed a mischievous smirk and shook his head, lying on his belly between Rufus’ splayed legs: “I’m going to hurt you, but not the way you’re thinking about. I’m going to give you pleasure, the greatest and most ‘invo’ pleasure you’ve ever felt, and despite your efforts, you will give in to the hatred pleasure we’re going to give you. We ‘Pale scum’ will break you, Rufus! We’re all grown and virile men, not young boys: you will hate our caresses, and yet you’ll shamelessly beg us to make you cum, like the filthy invo you are!”
Jason, who was standing aside, immediately understood Aric’s strategy: he was deliberately exploiting Rufus’s deepest-rooted prejudices, only to prove how wrong they were. Aric was anything but a fine psychologist, and yet he always seemed able to read deep into people’s souls.
“But first…” – Aric added with a vicious tone – “…some good old post-orgasm torment!”
With a swift move, he grabbed Rufus’ cock, still dripping sperm from the recent fuck to Castor, and cruelly polished the sensitive head with his dry palm. “Holy FUUUCK!!!” – Rufus yelled, thrashing hard, desperately trying to close his legs; but Vyk’s and Toron’s strong grip didn’t let him. “Stop… STOOOOP!!”, he begged, shaken by the involuntary spasm caused by the cruel polishing, only to see Aric’s hand being replaced by his greedy mouth.
Aric hungrily munched on Rufus’ cock, sucking hard to prevent it from deflate, and went on until Rufus slowly felt the torment become an exquisite pleasure. His cock never lost its stiffness throughout the entire ordeal and was now clearly ready for some more action. Aric recoiled and glanced around at ‘his’ men, all masculine studs into man-sex, and grinned: “Go ahead. Make him delirious with pleasure.”
Suddenly, many manly hands and stubbly lips assaulted Rufus’ body, touching, caressing, kissing and licking every inch of his dark skin. Toron and Vyk, who were holding the man’s legs, gave lewd caresses to his inner thighs, brushing his fingers on the sensitive skin, down to the crotch.
~ Rufus gives in ~
“NO! Leave me alone!” – Rufus bellowed, trying unsuccessfully to evade the unwanted ‘invo’ touch. His mind screamed in horror, but his body betrayed him, writhing with pleasure. His nipples were being masterfully licked and bitten, manly hands were immodestly exploring his entire torso, prying fingers were contouring his abs and intruding into his belly button, strong palms were taking handfuls of his pecs and buttocks, uneven nails were sensually scraping his inner thighs…
It was like his entire body had been caught into a hurricane of sensual pleasure, throwing him into a cloud of exquisite sensations, and still he could feel every single touch, every kiss, every caress. “No… Please no…” – he weakly protested, while the initial thrashing turned into a sensual squirm.
Aric’s mouth was playing a number on Rufus’ cock, taking it all down the throat at every rabid thrust. Any man would’ve quickly succumbed to the sexual onslaught, but Rufus was not an unruly teen, he was a man well advanced in years, and he’d also recently had a satisfying orgasm; moreover, having his legs forcefully spread that way made it harder for him to climb to the peak of his pleasure.
He heard himself moan shamelessly and shut his mouth tight, desperately fighting the pleasure, as his prejudices against sex ‘against nature’ commanded him to do.
“Ahh… yes… fight it, if you can…” – Aric growled, looking straight at Rufus – “Look at these men, look at their masculine faces, at their hairy chests, they’re all 100% men, and yet they’re making you writhe with pleasure… You like it, uh? You like these manly hands caressing your body…”
“I’m not an invo…” – Rufus weakly protested, but his voice was trembling for the sexual tension – “I won’t cum… I can’t cum…!”
“Oh, you will…” – Aric replied, reaching out to the jar of special lube Rylan was offering him; he dipped his middle and ring fingers into the incredibly silky and slick substance and gently rubbed his fingertips on Rufus’ splayed anus, slowly circling the wrinkled areola and tapping on the clenched hole. Rufus stiffened and shook his head, trying to prevent the inevitable.
Aric could’ve well shoved his fingers into the unwilling hole, causing pain to Rufus, but his plan was different. He went on massaging the tight hole, adding more lube, until he felt it relax a bit; only then did he ease a single finger into the inviolate chute, spreading the lube on the inner walls, and went on pushing and pulling his finger with slow movements, gently, making Rufus discover anal pleasure for the first time.
Soon the tight anal rings loosened enough to add a second finger, and that was when the real magic happened: Aric began tapping on Rufus’ prostate with quick, delicate blows, wriggling his fingers in a random way, and Rufus’ response was priceless: “FUCK YES!! No, I mean… STOP! What the fuck are you doing… OOOHH!! There… There… NO! Don’t do this to me… MMMHH…!”
Rufus couldn’t even fathom how pleasurable could be being finger-fucked that way, and the new excruciating feeling, added to the massive stimulation to his entire body, made his juices boil into his balls, that tightened against his cock, ready to blow.
But when he was about to shoot, all the hands, fingers and lips were abruptly withdrawn from his body, leaving him on the unstable edge of the abyss. “NO! NNNGGHH!!” – Rufus moaned, instinctively thrusting his hips in the thin air to prolong the pleasure, to no avail.
“Look at you…” – Aric mocked him – “…moaning shamelessly because you want these studs to make you cum, like the invo you are…”
“I’m not an invo…” – Rufus protested, his voice broken by the irrepressible desire – “I… don’t want… to cum…”
“And I’m not going to force you” – Aric replied, sensually stroking Rufus’ cock, just to keep him on the edge – “unlike you did with Jael. You didn’t ask him, you just forced yourself upon him. But we’re not like that: we’ll make you cum only if you beg us to do it.”
Rufus’ mind was going numb for the unsatisfied desire, but his prejudices were still strong: “I won’t… beg… nnngghh… I’m not a fucking invo…!”
“OK, but if you change your mind…” – Aric mused, shoving again his fingers into Rufus’ loosened hole and tapping sensually on his prostate. “Aww… Fuck!!” – the Dark instantly reacted – “Don’t stop… I’m almost there…!”
“Beg.”
“No… Yes… Oh god…”
Aric gestured to one of his men, who promptly stuck out his tongue and began titillating the Dark’s meaty nipple with utmost sensuality. Rufus’ moans filled the room, while he desperately tried to reach his orgasm without begging, but the cautious touches only kept him on the edge, without letting him explode.
“Beg.”
Rufus shook his head, but his lips betrayed him: “I’m begging you… Make me cum!”
Jason, who so far had been staying aside, sat on the side of the bed and smiled at Rufus, who was writhing uncontrollably. “Rufus, you heard what Castor told you earlier. There’s no ‘invo’ or ‘straight’. Sex, love, pleasure have no gender. Either you want to feel pleasure and be loved, or you don’t. Simply as that. Why do you fight? These men are bestowing on you their caring attentions, only to give you pleasure. Accept it, and enjoy it.”
“Yes… I want it…” – Rufus replied haltingly – “Castor is so young… and yet so wise… I’m just an old stubborn man who… finds difficult to… give up on his prejudices… But I want to…! I want these men to give me pleasure… I want them to make me cum…!”
“Good” – Jason replied, leaning down to Rufus, who widened his eyes in alarm: “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to kiss the cum out of you…”
Their mouths touched, and Jason was surprised to feel Rufus part his lips wide, lifting his head to give him a passionate kiss. The ultimate barrier crumbled down: he was willingly giving a kiss to another man, while many more men were titillating his body in the most sensual way. Rufus stopped fighting and gave in to the tenderness of Jason’s kiss and the sensuality of the men’s touch. He moaned loud and stiffened in the throes of the climax, and his cock began shooting like a cannon. His head spun when he felt Aric’s lips tightly sealed around his shaft, while he sucked and drank all his man juice; and the feeling of his anal rings rhythmically clenching around Aric’s fingers, still deeply planted inside his ass, was mind-blowing.
In his long life, Rufus had never experienced a more intense and satisfying orgasm, and enjoyed it with every fiber of his being. Castor was right, human feelings and sexuality were too complex to label them ‘invo’ or any other way. And while his tongue still danced along with Jason’s, his cock went on shooting and shooting like there was no tomorrow.
The spasms of the climax slowly trailed off and Rufus felt his legs and arms being set free. Jason stood up and looked down at Rufus, smiling: “We’re leaving you alone, now. Stay, and rest. Castor will stay with you and help you… process what happened.”
“I will!”, the young Dark eagerly replied, smiling back at Jason.
“Good” – Jason said, looking around at the men – “Gentlemen, let’s leave this brave man and his… boy alone.”
While the men got dressed, no one noticed an angry eye peeking through a crack in the door.
“Little piece of shit!” – Vesper furiously grumbled to himself – “First Deimos, then Helios, and now even Rufus and Castor! But I won’t let you go away with it… I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t ever forget…!”
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