≈ Ch. 19: DEADLY ASSAULT ≈
~ Reverence and worship ~
Jason was the last one to leave the Birth Room, leaving Rufus and Castor silently looking into each other’s eyes. They had a lot to process. But Jason, too, had a lot to process. Too many things had happened in a short span of time, and he was feeling emotionally drained and crushed by the weight of his new role as a Guardian.
Now alone, he felt his mind flooded with memories of what happened in the last hour or so: Jael’s rape, the tense confrontation with Rufus, the ‘malediction’ Jason threw over Eclipse, Archon passing over his role as Guardian onto him, Rufus’ punishment leading to his discover of man-love…
It was too much, and it all happened too quickly. Laudon once said Jason was the obvious leader of Eclipse, and now, still in his early twenties, he was the Guardian. Jason was not ready to bear that burden, moreover a burden that was given to him only because he played an act in front of the entire Eclipse; he knew well that it was just a hoax, as Boba-Maiii didn’t even exist, but he exploited people’s belief in Him just to pull himself out of a situation he couldn’t control.
Jason felt like he was drowning and needed a rock to cling to. He needed someone to tell him that everything was fine, someone who loved him no matter what, and that ‘someone’ couldn’t possibly be any other than Deimos.
He started walking toward the Nuptial Chambers, and his walk quickly became a run, with his feet stomping on the cold stone floor. He needed to lose himself in Deimos’ strong arms, to selfishly unload over his powerful shoulders the burden he couldn’t bear any longer.
Jason broke into Deimos’ room and there he was, tall, manly, strong as ever. A wide, loving smile appeared on Jason’s face, but his smile didn’t last long.
Deimos turned around to see who’d just come in, saw Jason smiling at him and rushed to bend the knee in front of him, out of reverence.
“W… What are you doing??” – Jason exclaimed, shocked, looking at Deimos bow his head, unwilling to make eye contact.
“Welcome to my room, Guardian” – Deimos simply said, still keeping his gaze to the floor.
“You never knelt down in front of Archon, why should you do that for me?”
“Because… Because you’re different, Guardian. Boba-Maiii himself talks and acts through you. The almighty power of Boba-Maiii flows through your fingers. Everyone saw what you did.”
“Don’t do this to me…” – Jason whined, and the streak of desperation in his voice made Deimos look up at him. Jason moved closer to Deimos and helped him on his feet: “Never, never kneel down in front of me, Deimos. I don’t deserve it.”
“But you’re the Guardian…”
“I’m Jason! I’m the same guy who left you in your bed this morning! I’m the man who loves you… the man you love… Because you still love me, don’t you…?”
Jason’s voice cracked for the tension, and Deimos smiled tenderly: “More than ever.”
“Then hug me” – Jason whined, throwing his arms around Deimos’ waist and placing his head on his chest – “Forget who I am, forget what you think you’ve seen and hold me tight, Deimos. Make me feel safe, protected, loved like only you can do…”
Two muscular, caring arms locked around Jason, who sighed with contentment. For a few long moments no one talked, enjoying the warm, loving body contact.
“I don’t need your reverence” – Jason said at some point, talking into Deimos’ chest – “Neither Boba-Maiii nor myself need your worship. I need your love, Deimos. Your support, your protection, your tenderness. I’m not different, I still need you like before. Seeing you kneeling in front of me was… heartbreaking. I felt you so distant, like a pale acquaintance. Promise you’ll never do that ever again…”
“I… promise” – Deimos replied, uncertain.
“And you’ll never address me as ‘Guardian’ anymore.”
“But you are the Guardian!”
“Promise, Deimos. Please. Don’t let this… thing change us. Don’t let it lessen our love!”
“I promise” – Deimos said with a warmth in his voice that made Jason shiver with pleasure.
At long last, Jason recoiled, looked at Deimos with an urchin grin and knelt down to the floor in front of him. Deimos felt uneasy: “What are you doing? You just said…”
Jason smiled and brushed his hands on the man’s thighs: “I’m going to show you what ‘worship’ really means…”
He leaned forward and dove his face into Deimos’ crotch, inhaling his manly scent through the embroidered loincloth he was wearing; Jason’s hands moved on Deimos’ skin, reaching around his hips and intruding under the loincloth, to grab his firm buttocks, that stiffened under his fingers. A powerful twitch of Deimos’ cock confirmed to Jason he was on the right track.
With expert fingers, Jason unlaced Deimos’ loincloth, making it fall to the floor. The man’s dark-skinned cock, at half mast, was right in front of Jason’s eyes. Every time Jason lay his eyes on that cock couldn’t help but admire it, as it was pure masculine perfection: thick, veiny, with a flared glans covered by a long foreskin that begged to be pulled down to reveal the treasure hidden under it.
“It’s such a beauty…” – he murmured, moments before taking half of the stiffening meat into his mouth. Deimos couldn’t make comparisons, as Jason was the only one who’d ever sucked him, but he was sure that no one could put the same passion, reverence and skills in servicing him that way. It wasn’t just a sex act, it was an expression of sheer love, and Deimos felt a thrill course across his entire body.
Jason’s hand closed around Deimos’ big balls, massaging them and rolling them between the fingers. Again, it felt to Deimos a gesture of respect and admiration for the source of his virility, and he writhed with pleasure, letting a short moan escape his lips. Jason was not rushing, he was taking his time to make love to Deimos’ manhood, exploring his muscular body with cautious, curious hands.
When Jason pushed his face to Deimos’ groin, taking his entire length down his gullet, the man felt his knees go weak for a moment and steadied himself on the stone chair near him. Feeling on the verge of exploding, Deimos recoiled, pulled Jason up to his feet and gave him a deep, passionate kiss, savoring his own taste lingering in the guy’s mouth.
Deimos effortlessly took Jason up bodily and brought him to his bed, like he’d done so many times. Jason smiled wide and quickly got naked; impatient to feel Deimos’ virility fill him to the brim, he lay down on his back and raised his legs, offering his puckered hole to his lover.
But much to his surprise, Deimos didn’t take position between his splayed legs as usual; instead, he hovered over Jason, supporting himself on his strong arms, and looked down at the guy: “You just taught me what ‘worship’ means. Let me show you what I just learned…”
~ Unexpected twist ~
Deimos gently forced Jason to put his leg down and stood still for a few moments, scanning the guy’s chiseled body. Every single detail, the small pointy nipples, the trimmed abs, the toned pecs, the beautiful fair-skinned dick swelling with pride from the groin, added to the overall sexiness of Jason’s body. “Talk about beauty…” – Deimos murmured, making Jason blush. Deimos leaned down and flickered his tongue on Jason’s nipple, making him inhale sharply. The other nipple was soon taken care of by Deimos’ hand.
Jason gasped with pleasure when Deimos began exploring his entire body with his fingers. His touch was delicate and sensual beyond words. The guy closed his eyes and enjoyed the prying fingers brushing along his inner thighs, down to his balls; and surrendered to the playful nails tickling his nipples, the warm lips kissing his neck, the greedy tongue exploring his belly button.
“You never… did…” – Jason muttered, and Deimos replied: “Silly me. I should’ve realized earlier that there’s a gorgeous body to go with your gorgeous ass…”
Deimos went on kissing and licking Jason’s torso, moving down, until his mouth was at an inch from the guy’s throbbing dick. Jason couldn’t believe his own eyes when Deimos firmly grabbed his love stick and opened his mouth with obvious intentions.
It wasn’t the first time Deimos did that; he already tried it on his early days as a helper, but back then it was more than clear that the Dark was forcefully bending his nature to take a man’s cock into his mouth. Now, on the contrary, there was a curious, excited glare in his eyes. Jason murmured a weak “You don’t have to…”, and Deimos chuckled: “Yep, I don’t have to…”, moments before his lips closed around Jason’s glans.
Despite the total lack of experience, Deimos let himself be guided by the desire, as well as the memory of what Jason had done to him many times. After all, Deimos was a man, and he knew by heart what a man craves, what makes him writhe with pleasure.
His inexperienced tongue bathed the sensitive head, rolling around the flared crown and insisting on the piss slit. He made a vacuum in his mouth, sealing his lips around the shaft, which made some drops of pre-cum come out from the tip and land on his tongue. “Mmhh, tasty…!” – he joked, playfully clicking his tongue, before going back down on the throbbing dick.
He knew, from Jason’s earlier ministrations, that what most gives pleasure to a man is feeling his cock pry open the tight throat muscles and break into the slick paradise hidden behind that door; but he was unsure he could do that. And yet, he bravely pushed his head down, lower and lower, until Jason’s stiff rod reached the back of his throat. He was sure he would immediately choke or gag, but nothing like that happened, much to his surprise.
Deimos inwardly chuckled, thinking that apparently he was a natural cock-sucker, and for a moment his mind conjured pictures of him sucking other Eclipsians, but he immediately dismissed the idea with a shiver of repulsion: the only manhood he wanted to worship with his mouth was Jason’s, because he loved Jason with all his heart. Doing those things with anyone else was just… unthinkable.
On his part, Jason was fighting to keep his eyes open: the incredible and unexpected pleasure radiating from his groin urged him to close his eyes, but he didn’t want to miss the unprecedented sight of Deimos, the sexy and dominant Deimos, sucking with abandon (and unsuspecting skills) on his cock.
The feeling of Deimos’ throat opening and closing around his engorged cock head was enough to send him into orbit, but the most erotic sensation was feeling the man’s stubbled chin tickle his balls every time he pushed his face down to the pubes.
“It’s too much… nnngghh… You’re making me cum…!”
“Hold it, stud…” – Deimos playfully ordered, recoiling – “…as you’re not done with me. You taught me how to worship a man’s body, now I need you to teach me something else…”
He lay down on Jason, making their stiff cock fight for position, and with a swift move he rolled on his back, bringing Jason on top of him. They kissed with passion, and then Deimos raised his legs, under Jason’s astonished eyes.
“I need you to teach me how to give myself to the man I love… completely.”
“But… you’re a virgin, and I… well, I’m not that experienced” – Jason said, shyly, but the vigorous jolt of his hard member told a different story. Deimos smiled tenderly: “You were a virgin, too, when you asked me to be your First Husband; and I was inexperienced, too. Believe me, your body knows what to do.”
For a few moments, Jason stood still, unsure, and then smiled: “OK. There’s always a first time, right. But let’s do things properly… Laudon!” – he called, without getting off the bed; Deimos squirmed, but Jason placed a firm hand on his chest. “Laudon, provide some special lube, the same you recently provided to Rylan.”
A jar of that very slick substance appeared near the bed, in a faint blue light, and Jason grabbed it, dipping his fingers into the smooth gel. Deimos was still holding his legs up, but looked at Jason with some tension: “You didn’t pray to Boba-Maiii…”
“We need to talk” – Jason replied with a knowing glance – “but later. Now we need to do… this!”
With gentle determination, Jason pressed a well-lubed finger against Deimos’ clenched hole and pushed it in, slowly, but without ever pausing, until it was deeply buried into the man’s chute.
Deimos hissed and Jason asked: “I’m not hurting you, aren’t I?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt… but it’s not pleasurable, either. It’s… uncomfortable.”
“Well, a single finger can’t give much pleasure by itself” – Jason explained – “but it’s useful to spread the lube on the inner walls. Here, let me add some more lube…”
Deimos bravely accepted Jason’s finger exploring his inviolate depths, moving in and out like it was fucking him; he still didn’t feel any pleasure, but the discomfort was slowly fading into a feeling of… connection, an intimacy he’d rarely experienced. For the first time Deimos understood what it meant offering himself to his lover, and relaxed, welcoming the slick finger inside him. Jason noticed the tight hole loosening and added a second finger, then a third, and still Deimos didn’t complain once, and his cock didn’t lose a fraction of its firmness.
With a knowing grin, Jason bent his fingers a little and searched for Deimos’ secret pleasure spot… and he found it. Deimos buckled and gasped loud: “What…is that??”
Jason massaged the sensitive prostate in a circular motion, grinning from ear to ear: “Is it still… uncomfortable as before?”
“God no! Don’t stop!” – Deimos moaned, slightly tilting his hips as if to ‘fuck’ Jason’s fingers – “Is… mmmhh… Is this what you feel… when I make love to you?”
“Even better.” – Jason replied, withdrawing his hand and liberally lubing his own cock – “Now, do you still want to give me your most precious treasure? This is a one-way road, Deimos, there’s no going back…”
“With you I would go all the way to Earth…” – Deimos said, his voice dripping with desire and love.
Jason was a bit nervous, as he’d never taken a man’s virginity, and was afraid to hurt Deimos; he cautiously pressed his slick cock head on Deimos’ wrinkled hole and gently pushed, until the loosened anal ring gave way to the tender intruder. Deimos kept his eyes closed, savoring every single instant of that magic moment.
With great caution, but without faltering, Jason pushed his member all the way inside his lover; Deimos’ inner walls hugged his manhood like a glove, urging his hips to thrust harder, but Jason stood still, checking on Deimos.
“All good?” – Jason asked under his breath, and Deimos locked eyes with him: “I love you like never before” – he just said, and Jason smiled tenderly: “I love you too. Let me show you how much…”
Jason let his body take over his mind, and his hips began pumping back and forth with long confident thrusts, almost by themselves. He let out a long moan of pleasure and let his lust rage. Deimos took in stride the powerful thrusts, and tilted his hips to take Jason to the last inch. Every time the guy’s bloated glans brushed over his prostate, Deimos uttered a short moan and his cock dripped some clear pre-cum that dribbled along the shaft.
Jason felt he couldn’t last much longer, and ramped up his thrusts, grabbing Deimos’ cock and stroking it with passion.
“Holy shit, don’t stop!” – Deimos exclaimed, arching his torso – “I’m almost there…! AAAGGHH!”
Jason felt Deimos’ anal ring clench around his fiery cock and howled, emptying his balls into his spasming chute. The orgasm seemed endless, and seeing Deimos squirm under him for the pleasure made Jason cum even harder.
After shooting his juice to the last drop, Jason crashed on Deimos, who held him in a tight hug that took his breath away.
After a while, Jason rolled to Deimos’ side and looked at him with loving eyes: “It was wonderful. I shouldn’t say it myself, probably, but… it felt so good!”
“It was… enlightening” – Deimos replied – “I always wondered what you felt, when I make love to you… and now I know. And let me add, I could’ve never done that with anyone else but you. You are special to me, Jason. Very special. And now that our… most primal urges are satisfied, I’m eager to know what you meant when you said ‘we must talk’…”
~ Brutal truth ~
“It’s a tough subject” – Jason began, with a serious expression – “and probably what I’m going to tell will shock you. You see… when you bent the knee in front of me I felt… a liar. I lied to the entire Eclipse, but I can’t lie to you.”
“Is it about Boba-Maiii, and you being the Guardian? You didn’t pray to Boba-Maiii when you asked for the lube. And I saw you asking for food twice, without praying to Him. You know better than me, you’re the Guardian after all, but… it’s unsettling.”
“It’s more than unsettling.” – Jason replied – “I tried to tell you the truth before, but you didn’t seem to be ready to accept it. Now I can’t delay this moment anymore, I need your support, and I can’t get it if I don’t tell you everything. You killed a Gryx with only a knife, you proved many times to be brave and strong, but I need you to be even braver and stronger.”
“Go on.” – Deimos said, serious, and Jason was about to begin talking, when a loud knock on the door interrupted them. “Come in!” – Deimos said aloud, holding Jason who wanted to sneak out of the bed, not to put Deimos into an embarrassing position.
The door opened and Darek came in. Deimos immediately recognized his former helper and looked at him puzzled. Neither he nor Jason knew he was an informer of Vesper and didn’t suspect anything.
“Guardian…” – Darek said in a formal tone, suppressing a smirk of shock seeing the two men naked in bed – “Your presence is urgently required in the Birth Room.”
“What happened?” – Jason asked, leaping off the bed and grabbing his tunic from the floor. Darek shook his head and just answered, with barely restrained disgust: “Please come as soon as possible. After… uhm… making yourself presentable” – and off he was.
Jason quickly refreshed himself, to clean the traces of the passionate sex with Deimos, and finished getting dressed. When ready, he gave a quick kiss to Deimos and went away, walking at a quick pace along the dim-lit corridor leading to the Main Hall. But he never got there, because at a bend in the hallway a strong hand grabbed him and roughly pulled him into the secret ramp used by the Darks to go up to the Entrance Hall.
“Vesper!” – Jason exclaimed when he saw who’d grabbed him – “Whatever you want, I can’t talk now, there’s something urgent going on in the Birth Room!”
“Nothing’s going on in the Birth Room…” – Vesper coldly revealed – “…apart from Rufus reveling into his newly discovered passion for men! I told you to stop it, shithead! I warned you! First you turned Deimos into the most disgusting invo, then you made Helios appreciate a male ass more than a woman’s pussy, and now you debauched even Rufus and Castor!”
“I didn’t do anything like that!” – Jason protested – “People don’t ‘turn’ invo! Deimos and I love each other, simply as that! It’s love, Vesper! Even if you, obviously, never loved anyone but yourself, you know that love is something you can’t control or command!”
“Yeah, and now you’re going to tell me you love Helios, too, uh?”
“If you really need to put the blame on someone, put it on yourself! It was you who forced Helios to ‘inseminate’ me, and he enjoyed it more than he expected. He tried to forget it, he tried to restrain himself, but he couldn’t deny to himself that he’d always had a natural inclination to man-love!”
Vesper was fuming and jabbed an accusing finger into Jason’s chest: “But you brought him to the Shepherd, and now he fucks him almost every day! Like the filthy invo you made him become!”
“Have you recently talked to Helios, Vesper? He’s happy! And if I helped him find his peace, I’m glad about it!”
“Yeah, congratulations! And this makes two! Two of us Darks, two virile men who were the pride of Eclipse, shamefully turned into sissies! But it wasn’t enough for you, uh? You played that act of the darkness and made Rufus crumble! And when he was most vulnerable, you took advantage of him and forced him to accept the most disgusting invo acts, for your sick pleasure!”
“What are you talking about? Are you crazy or what?” – Jason bellowed, exasperated – “Castor took the initiative, and helped Rufus come out of the tunnel of bitterness and anger he’d lived his whole life into! You should be happy for that!”
“Happy that Rufus, the man I respected above all others, the man who was more than a father to me, now takes men instead of women?? What’s next, paleface? Will you and your henchmen tie me like the Shepherd, to be fucked by man after man until I become an invo like you and the others?? I will never – never, you hear me? – get any pleasure from a man’s touch! I’m not an invo!”
“Why the hell do you feel threatened, Vesper? Unlike you, who would like to control other people’s sexual life, I only want people to live their life the way they like! No one will ever force you to bend your nature. You’re the one who wants to bend other people’s nature, making them feel ashamed of their lifestyle, just because it doesn’t match yours! You like pussy? Fine!!”
“Yes, I like pussy!” – Vesper yelled – “Fucking a man is against nature, and doesn’t give me any pleasure! Am I clear??”
Jason looked straight at Vesper and had an epiphany: “More than you think. Now I understand the root of your anger. You don’t hate me, or Deimos, or Rufus: you hate yourself! When you ‘inseminated’ me, you enjoyed more than you’d like to admit, you even wanted me to cum with you! And I know about your frequent visits to the Shepherd. Not to mention Darek! Yes, I know what you did to him: do you think anything can be kept secret for long, here? You wanted to feel the thrill of taking a guy’s virginity, like you did with Helios! And all the while you kept lying to yourself, pretending you despised fucking a man’s ass! Be honest, for once in your life, Vesper. Not to me, be honest to yourself! You’re attracted to men!”
Jason never saw it coming. Vesper’s punch struck him square in the face, and the world went black as he collapsed to the floor.
~ Deadly trap ~
The first thing Jason felt when he came to was the stinging pain radiating from his cheek. And the excruciating heat. Why all of the sudden was Eclipse so hot? His head was painfully pulsating, and he felt the sweat drenching his body and his tunic. The hard floor under him seemed uneven, and there was something sharp painfully pressing on his right hip.
He tried to move, but it seemed like a heavy blanket was enveloping him. The rough fabric scraped his face and his arms, and was so tight that it forced him into a fetal position. Scared, he found the strength to open his eyes… only to see darkness all around him. He realized that the fabric prevented him from straightening his legs, and suddenly panicked: where was he? In what predicament had Vesper put him?
In total panic, he wriggled hard, pushing his feet on the fabric with all his strength, and suddenly something ripped, and he felt the floor under his feet. But the floor was unusually dirty and hot. Jason realized it wasn’t a blanket that enveloped him, but a sort of sack, and quickly sneaked out of it.
When he looked around, his heart sank. The blinding twin Suns shone bright over him, and the reddish dirt stretched as far as the eye could see, in all directions. A few trees and low bushes dotted the monotonous panorama. He was in the wild, and no glass screen was there to protect him from the lethal sunrays.
The sight could even be amazing, if the harsh twin Suns didn’t bite so harshly on his pale skin.
Jason let out a choked scream and rushed to grab the heavy sack that Vesper used to restrain him. He used it to shield himself from the direct sunlight, and found refuge under the faint shadow of a nearby tree. But it wasn’t enough, as he knew well. Few Pales had ventured outside Eclipse, and none of them ever came back.
He frantically looked around, trying to spot the underground base, but he couldn’t see any useful landmark, nor any human manufact. He felt lost, and desperation took over him. He crouched to the ground, covering himself with the sack, and couldn’t restrain his sobs.
There was no hope for him to go back to Eclipse. Even if he could endure the heat and the lethal sunrays, which direction could he possibly take? He might be near Eclipse, and yet, without realizing it, walk in the wrong direction.
He felt something hard poking at his ribs and absentmindedly reached under his tunic, to check the inner pocket, taking out what was annoying him. He looked at the object through the tears, and his hopes were suddenly rekindled: he was holding the ancient compass, the one once owned by the Commodore. The ‘magic’ object that always pointed toward the Temple.
Jason quickly wiped his tears and stood up with renewed energy; he began walking toward the direction pointed by the metal arrow, sure that he had a chance to survive, but as soon as he came out of the shadow of the tree, the excruciating heat assaulted him, making him falter. The dirty ground burned his bare soles and sharp stones cut into the tender skin, unused to such a harsh environment; and yet, he didn’t stop, he forced himself to go on, with a desperate determination.
But his determination wasn’t enough to support him. After a short while he felt his knees go weak and he fell to the ground. Not even the Commodore’s magic compass could save him.
“I don’t want to die…” – Jason whined, curling up under the fabric, his mind wavering for the heat and the desperation – “O almighty Boba-Maiii, even if you don’t exist, help me… Don’t let me die here… Don’t let Deimos cry my death…”
For sure, the heat was taking a hard toll over him, because everything was gradually becoming darker around him. Life was slipping through his fingers, along with his sanity. The air seemed to become cooler; and the harsh sunrays hitting his feet, the only part of him that the fabric couldn’t cover, didn’t bite his pale skin as hard as before.
If he had to die there, Jason thought with a surge of pride, he didn’t want to die hiding under a blanket; planet Eclipse was reclaiming his life, and Jason decided to look at it in the face. With a confident gesture, he threw the sack away, and looked around at him in complete astonishment.
Both the twin Suns were slowly disappearing behind the big black disc of the moon. A total solar eclipse was happening on Eclipse. It was an unprecedented, almost impossible event. A miracle.
A cool gust of wind hit him in the face, and Jason knew he didn’t have a single moment to waste. While the daylight turned into an eerie reddish twilight, he stood up and walked as fast as he could, following the direction suggested by the compass.
He climbed to the top of a low hill, and almost screamed with relief when he saw in the distance the round dome of the Entrance Hall. Forcing himself to put a foot in front of the other, he struggled toward the base. He knew that the solar eclipse wouldn’t have lasted long, and put every effort into walking as fast as possible, but his energies were quickly depleting.
He slowed down, while the twin Suns were coming out of the disc of the moon, feeling the temperature rise again. His sight was blurring, he seemed to spot something coming toward him and he dearly hoped it wasn’t a Gryx.
Despite his steely willpower, Jason’s knees failed to support him, and he fell to the ground. He sobbed, thinking at the cruel irony of being devoured by a Gryx at half a mile from the Entrance Hall, after miraculously surviving so far. He took one last glance toward the base, and he knew he was having a hallucination, because the Gryx was running on two muscular, dark-skinned legs, like those of his beloved Deimos. When the beast stretched out its paws to grab him, Jason blacked out.
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