≈ Ch. 12: WHO’S WHO ≈
~ Sexy Pales ~
It was dinner time, and Jason was walking back from Deimos’ room, after the intense encounter with Helios. Jason realized that he’d always misjudged Helios; yes, he was a Dark and often he had an arrogant or superior attitude with the Pales, but it was more than clear that the Darks were a tight group where members had to follow Vesper’s example… lest to suffer the consequences.
Relieving Helios’ pain and sexual tension had been wonderful, and Deimos proved once more to be a caring, sensible man, not to mention his irresistible sexiness. But Jason – as often happened to him – didn’t get any physical satisfaction.
«I should begin taking care of my own needs more» – he thought with determination, while walking toward the dining hall. As a matter of fact, his greatest joy when having sex was to give his man a mind-blowing pleasure; and sure enough, watching Helios and Deimos moan with abandon, lost in a sexual Nirvana, almost made Jason cum himself. But he didn’t, and apparently none of the guys noticed it, nor cared. They could be excused, of course, as Helios had just been raped, and Deimos was totally focused on soothing his friend’s pain, but still…
Jason entered the dining hall, asked for some food (bending the knee at the Altar, as the hall was crowded and he didn’t want to sound disrespectful) and sat at a table, alone.
While eating his brownish tasteless cream, Jason glanced around at the other Pales having dinner; and started noticing things that he’d never noticed before. For example, the Pales weren’t actually all ‘pale’: they had different skin tones, ranging from the fair complexion of the red-haired Vyk, the Attendant of the Nuptial Alcove, to the very tanned complexion of Toron, who was the bathroom janitor and claimed he had a ‘Mexican heritage’, whatever that meant. There were even a couple Pales who had quite a dark skin tone, but different from the Darks, and Jason wondered what actually made a person a Dark.
Jason’s eyes focused again on Toron and Vyk, who were sitting at the same table, and reckoned that they were very sexy, though totally different. Vyk was not overly muscular, but he was tall and imposing, like a Viking warrior; his reddish thin braids fell casually on his shoulders and chest, and his penetrant gaze was somewhat intimidating. Toron was very tanned, had a stocky and muscular physique, covered with a lush forest of body hair; his facial features were very manly, with square stubbled jaws crowned by a thick black moustache.
While Jason was still covertly watching them, they finished their dinner and stood up; and Jason felt a twitch in his crotch admiring the two beautiful specimens of manhood wearing the same long robe and stretch skirt as Aric’s. Those stretch skirts had such an alluring way of enhancing and putting on display the bulge underneath that Jason couldn’t stop himself from blatantly staring at their crotches.
Suddenly, Jason realized that Toron and Vyk were looking back at him, and shyly averted his gaze, pretending to eat, but the embarrassment made him forget to fill his spoon with cream before putting it in his mouth.
He quickly finished his meal and went to Aric, who was tidying up the tables. Aric raised his gaze and flashed a lustful smile, which put a fire inside Jason.
“I… uhm…” – Jason began, tense – “I want to give you what I promised.”
Jason was referring to his ass, of course, and Aric immediately understood and played a bit with him: “Well, boy, turn around and remind me what you promised to give me…”
Blushing bright red, Jason turned around and stoically stood still while Aric covertly caressed his bulging buns: “Ah, yeah, now I remember… Just give me a couple hours to finish my work shift and set up something special for you, kid.”
“OK, but… at one condition” – Jason said under his breath, fighting his innate modesty – “I want you to get the greatest pleasure ever, and I’m going to do whatever you want, but… I want my share of pleasure too! It should be… err… a two-way thing, OK?”
Aric was a bit surprised: “It should always be a ‘two-way thing’, as you say.”
“Yeah, but I sometimes forget it…” – Jason replied, lowering his gaze; but his eyes immediately snapped open when Aric growled: “I will make sure you don’t forget this time, boy. You won’t forget anytime soon...”
“OK t… then, t… two hours.” – Jason stuttered, his face as inflamed as his unruly dick.
~ Something special ~
The next two hours were the longest in Jason’s life. He was so impatient that he sneaked to the now deserted dining room and quietly asked Laudon to provide some scented oil; and then retreated to his room and used almost the entire small bottle to thoroughly lubricate his back door and loosen it up as much as he could, using up to four fingers to stretch his tight hole. He didn’t know what Aric had in store for him, but wanted to be ready for anything.
At long last, the time came for him to go to Aric’s room. The door was ajar, so he just went in. The light was very dim and warm. The muscular body of Aric, splayed naked on the bed, was almost painfully sexy.
Without a word, Jason took off his tunic and threw it away, revealing his lean, chiseled body, trembling with sexual tension, as proven by his throbbing erection. He stood still, under Aric’s randy gaze, waiting for him to speak.
“I know you’re not a virgin anymore, boy” – Aric said in a sensual tone after a long silence – “but still, I can split your inexperienced hole apart, opening you up in ways you can’t even imagine. By now you know me, I’m rough and lecherous, I take what I want the way I like. Do you still want to give me your ass?”
“Yes, more than ever…” – Jason breathed, getting close to the bed. Aric stood up and sensually pinched Jason’s nipples, wringing a moan from his mouth. “On the bed. Lie on your back, I want to look at your face while I fuck you.”
Aric’s extreme straightforwardness was utterly erotic to Jason, who actually expected to be mistreated a bit. After all, Aric had stated since their first encounter that he didn’t like ‘mushy stuff’ and couldn’t care less for foreplay.
“Hook your knees with your hands” – Aric ordered, kneeling on the bed between Jason’s splayed legs – “and keep your legs apart, bent over your chest. You offered me your ass and fuck, I’m going to take it to the last inch!”
Jason promptly assumed the position and Aric reached out to the jar he kept on the bedstand, dipped two fingers into the slick oil and unceremoniously shoved them into Jason’s ass, wearing a defiant smirk: he wanted to test how far the boy was really ready to go with him.
Aric’s smirk quickly turned to a surprised and praising smile: “You prepared yourself… Fuck, I didn’t expect that, boy. You must be dying to get this slab of meat, aren’t you?”
Jason’s voice exuded all the tension and the fire consuming him: “Fuck me, Aric. Split me open, hurt me, whatever you want. Just fuck me… please…”
“You should remember I’m the God of Pleasure” – Aric growled with a stern expression, placing his engorged mushroom head against Jason’s quivering hole – “so be careful what you wish, because you’ll get it… in FULL!!”
Speaking his last word, Aric’s hips sprang forward, impaling Jason with a single, brutal thrust. But it wasn’t a vicious onslaught, aimed to hurt Jason: on the contrary, Aric noticed that Jason had widely oiled and loosened his own hole, and he could take a rough fuck. Aric wanted to bring Jason to the limit, and possibly push him a bit over it, and with such a well-greased ass, it would take a wild fuck to push him to his limits.
Jason’s reaction was priceless: a bewildered expression appeared on his face, with his mouth wide open in a scream that actually died in his throat, as the sudden overwhelming sensation made him forget to even breathe.
“Oh god!! Oh my fuckin’ god!!” – Jason screamed when he found his voice again and Aric uttered a lewd chuckle: “Why, thank you boy… Now get ready to get a godly fuck!”
Aric’s cock became a pile-driver at full speed; the powerful pounds made the bed structure squeak, while the man’s experienced rod stretched open unexplored places inside Jason, who rolled his eyes back and took ragged short breaths, swept away by the force – bordering to brutality – of the fuck; but not for a single moment he let go of his own knees, going on offering to the studly janitor every inch of himself, without holding back anything. The occasional pangs of pain, when the greedy cock reached too deep inside him, were quickly forgotten, washed away by the sheer pleasure that Jason was feeling.
Aric, though uneducated, knew well how important the human mind is, when it comes to sex, and while fucking Jason senselessly, he growled lewd and menacing words into his ear: “I’ll turn your tight hole into a gaping cavern… When I’m done with your anal rings will be ruined forever… You’ll be so wide open that even my fist would easily slip inside your broken ass…”
The image of Aric pushing a closed fist into his ass was too much for Jason and he stiffened, moaning loud, ready to shoot his load. But Aric quickly recoiled and forcefully grabbed the base of Jason’s dick, while pulling on his balls at the same time: “Don’t you dare to cum, boy!” – he sternly ordered – “Hold it!”
“NNNGGHH!!!” – Jason moaned in frustration, and for a moment he thought he couldn’t hold back his orgasm, but the mere idea of displeasing Aric gave him strength enough to put a lid on his pleasure.
“Good boy…” – Aric mused – “I didn’t want you to cum, yet, because I have something for you…”
The janitor leaned to his bedstand and took a black cloth that quickly tied around Jason’s head, blindfolding him. “So far I always showed you the wild face of sex” – Aric said with a tender tone that surprised Jason – “but now I want you to taste the more intimate and exquisite side of it…”
Jason felt Aric’s cock penetrating him again, but this time he was careful, gentle; the wide mushroom head brushed in the most exquisite way his inner linings, caressing the prostate at each slow thrust. After the rough banging he just endured, the feeling was now almost too sweet to bear. “Oooohh… You… You’re truly a God of Pleasure…!”
“Shh… Savor the sensations in silence… You’re so damn sexy when you gasp this way…”
For an uncountable time, Aric went on making love to Jason, slowly, bringing him over and over to the peak of his pleasure, only to slow down and let the climax fade in an almost unbearable desire.
“Please…” – Jason pleaded, and Aric softly replied: “Shh… I know how much you want to come… I can see it on your face… Can you feel what I’m doing to your sensitive joy nut?” – he added, changing pace and battering Jason's prostate with skillful blows – “I see you’re almost there… and so am I… Yeah, boy… wait for it… wait… nnngghh… wait for GHAA!!”
Jason felt Aric’s cock expand obscenely into his ass, shooting gallons of warm seed deep inside him, and lost control. He tried to silence his pleasure but he failed miserably, and uttered a long, high-pitched moan while his dick erupted like a volcano, covering his torso with thick streaks of sperm.
When he regained control of himself, Jason stood still, breathing hard, and groaned when he felt Aric pull out. Still with his legs up and apart, he felt a cool breeze titillate the inner sides of his gaping hole, and groaned again.
~ Unforgettable fuck ~
He tried to reach for the blindfold, but Aric stopped him. “Keep it on” – the janitor said with a suave tone, while shifting up to straddle Jason’s torso – “and keep your legs apart. Let me watch you… You’re so sexy in this position…”
Aric leaned down and surprisingly brushed his stubbled lips on Jason’s, making the boy’s heart leap in his chest, as it was the very first time Aric did something like that. Jason now guessed why Aric wanted him to keep the blindfold: he was proud of his rough sexiness, and didn’t want to expose himself while indulging in his sudden rush of tenderness.
Their mouths opened up, and Aric locked his lips with Jason’s, apparently to give him a deep, sensual kiss; but the truth was quite different…
“MMMPPHHHH!!!” – Jason screamed into Aric’s mouth, when unexpectedly he felt a stiff cock being slammed into his loosened ass all at once, while two strong hands grabbed his ankles, holding him into a vulnerable position, unable to defend himself in any way. But neither the cock nor the hands could possibly be Aric’s…
“Who’s there?? Aric!! Who’s fucking me?!” – Jason yelled, wriggling out of Aric’s lips, but realizing that the janitor was pinning him down with his full weight, making him unable to move his arms or his torso – “Aric!!!”
Jason couldn’t see a thing, but if he could, he’d sigh with desire, seeing Vyk, the Viking-looking Attendant to the Nuptial Alcove, flexing his muscles and shoving his cock deep into Jason’s vulnerable hole, wearing an ecstatic grin.
“Shh… Everything’s OK, Jason…” – Aric replied, in a most soothing tone – “Calm down, everything’s fine. You offered me your ass, do you remember? Well, I took it… and lent it out. I told you I had something special in store for you…”
“Ooohhh!!” – Jason moaned, his fears slowly drowning under waves of irresistible pleasure, as the unknown man definitely knew how to maneuver his tool. For Jason, the mere idea that Aric had lent his ass to another man was erotic beyond belief.
“Tell me what you feel, boy. What is he doing to you?”, Aric inquired, and Jason had to focus to find enough air in his lungs to reply: “He’s… ooohh… he’s fucking me… His cock is as hard as wood and… nnngghh… it’s curved upwards… Fuck! My prostate… he’s smashing his stiff cock on my prostate over and over… Oh my god! It’s almost too much…”
“Is he better than me?”
Jason tossed his head side to side, unwilling to answer, but then he whined a soft “Yes…”
Aric chuckled: “Yeah, he has the perfect size, thickness and curvature to make a boy delirious with pleasure, uh? Such a lucky guy… Hey stud!” – he added, turning to Vyk – “The boy here has just come like a madman, but I bet you can make him cum again, no?”
A stifled, lustful chuckle was the only reply Jason heard, but the curved love stick began doing a sexual magic into Jason’s ass. The man had a way to push and twist his hips sideways that made Jason moan shamelessly, lost in the most intense anal pleasure he’d ever felt. Once more, time became meaningless, while the experienced rod relentlessly fucked Jason’s ass with long, confident strokes. The man took his time, enjoying the exquisite sensations provided by the guy’s velvety linings, and above all the sight of Jason squirming and stiffening, as little as Aric’s weight let him.
“Keep talking to me, boy” – Aric insisted, with a coarse voice – “Tell me what you feel…”
“Oh god… Oh god…” – Jason stuttered – “I feel… nnngghh!... like cumming without actually cumming… It’s insane… It’s like an endless orgasm… oooohh… that doesn’t drain me, but makes me hornier…! He’s driving me mad… I need to cum… Tell him I need to cum!”
“He knows. But he won’t let you cum before he unloads himself inside your warm, sloppy hole…”
“NNNGGHH!! Please sir…” – the boy moaned loud – “Fill me with your seed…! Breed me, please! And let me cum… Have mercy on me, let me cum…”
A low-pitched grunt echoed in the room, and Jason felt the man stiffen, while his hands forcibly spread Jason’s legs wider than ever and his stiff curved cock slammed one last time inside the slick hole, inundating it with more fresh man-cream. A callous hand grabbed Jason’s cock and stroked it in earnest, roughly: it wasn’t a tender masturbation, and the unknown man was anything but a tender man, but Jason’s plea was immediately granted in full. With a raucous scream, Jason fell again into the abyss and his cock shot many more ropes of youthful seed.
Until, mercifully, everything was over. When the man pulled out, Jason took a deep breath… and screamed out of his lungs when his legs were passed from hand to hand and another thick cock that felt like a trunk roughly split his hole open: “FUUUUCCKK!!!”
“Hey buddy…” – Aric immediately warned the second man, who unbeknownst to Jason was the hairy Toron – “Take it easy… Do you want to break the boy? Which…” – he added, into Jason’s ear – “…is something only I can do.”
Jason felt a surge of renewed arousal coursing his body, hearing Aric’s words. It was true, Aric could break him, if he wanted to… and Jason ardently hoped he would, sooner or later.
“It’s so big… so big…” – Jason whined, knowing that Aric loved hearing him describe his sensations – “Ooohh… he’s stretching me to the limit… nnngghh… but he’s not better than you, Aric… FFUUUCCKK!!”
The man, hearing Jason talk that way, slammed again his cock inside with mighty force, making the bed squeak dangerously; knowing that the boy was now wide open, he didn’t need to restrain himself anymore. The thick beast crashed inside Jason over and over, stretching him in ways he couldn’t think possible. The cock felt so thick that Jason’s mind went back to the hot image of Aric shoving his fist into his abused hole.
By now Jason was again rock-hard, as if he hadn’t already cum twice, and his unrestrained moans echoed in the room.
“Good boy…” – Aric growled, pinching Jason’s nipples until his breath became rugged – “You’ve endured well what I’ve dished at you, and you deserve a prize…”
Jason couldn’t think straight, with the faceless piston wreaking havoc into his ass and Aric’s sensual voice talking into his ear, and he thought he was living in a dream when he felt Aric shift back, impaling himself on Jason’s throbbing dick.
The impossible was happening. The dominant, demanding janitor was riding his cock with abandon, and Jason was overwhelmed by the pleasure. “Have you ever fucked anyone?” – Aric asked, humping on the guy’s rigid member without missing a beat, and Jason just shook his head, unable to force enough air through his throat to speak aloud.
“Ahh… A virgin…” – Aric mused, turning to Toron – “Is there anything sweeter than taking a boy’s virginity, buddy? Yeah, his hole is anything but virgin, especially after tasting your club, but his cock… mmmhh… you should feel how it’s throbbing inside me… He wants to cum so badly… He’s dying to cum… Say, boy, you want to cum, uh? But if you cum now, neither my buddy nor I will stop, until we’re done… It will be a torture for you… a wonderful, exquisite torture…”
“AAAARRGGHH!!!” – Jason screamed loud, won by Aric’s dirty talk and the image of the ‘exquisite torture’ he’d just evoked with his sensual words. Aric tightened his anal muscles around Jason’s shaft to increase the pressure and heighten the guy’s pleasure, while the pounding from the unknown man became frantic.
Jason felt his heart beating madly, while enjoying the wild orgasm but fearing the upcoming torture Aric had mentioned. And it came. As soon as the contractions of the orgasm stopped, Aric’s tight hole gripping his sensitive cock became almost too much to bear, and the powerful thrusts into his ass, those thrusts that until then had given him a sublime pleasure, now felt excessive, wreaking.
Jason wanted to scream “Stop!” with all his might, but the voice died in his throat: that was the torment he himself inflicted on Aric, a few days before, and now it was his turn to bear it. And above all, for nothing in the world he would’ve begged and whined like a weak boy in front of Aric. The God of Pleasure was exacting his toll, and Jason had to pay it in full.
At long last, Jason welcomed Aric’s howls of pleasure and the thick plumes of semen landing on his chest and face; in the background, a restrained grunt announced the unknown stud’s climax, immediately followed by a third deluge of man-juice that mixed with the previous two, deep inside Jason’s bowels.
It was too much. Jason drew a ragged breath and collapsed on the bed, unconscious.
When he opened his eyes, after a time he could not estimate, Jason found that his blindfold had been removed and his body had been wiped with a clean cloth. He quickly scanned the room, hoping to see the men who fucked him silly, but they had gone away. Aric was lying next to him, with a satisfied grin on his face; he turned his head and shot at Jason a praising glance. “Man, was it wild!” – he exclaimed, and Jason weakly chuckled: “Don’t tell me…! I feel wrecked… but in the best way. Say… you were joking when you said my hole could stay gaping and never tighten up again, weren’t you?”
“I was joking” – Aric reassured him – “A man’s hole is wonderful, it can take the thickest cock and then go back to its pristine state. Provided that you use a lot of lube and you’re careful, especially during the first penetration. You’ll learn. I didn’t make you such a stud, man! You drilled me good and hard!”
“I didn’t do much, immobilized as I was. But those men… who were they?”
“You’ll never know” – Aric replied with a mischievous grin – “and for a reason. I want you to walk around Eclipse and look at each man wondering ‘Was it him who shoved his cock into my ass?’ But wait, I want to give you a clue…”
Aric reached out to his own skirt, laying on the floor, and turned it inside-out, revealing a small tag stitched to the fabric; from the outside, it was almost invisible, but it can be spotted, if one looked with attention.
“We man-lovers of Eclipse are a sort of exclusive club” – he explained – “and we all have this small tag stitched at crotch level, on our skirts or tunics. I’ll give you one… if you feel like joining the club. I’d say you’re an enthusiast man-lover, but it’s your decision. Anyway, I’m telling you about the tag, because if you look closely at a man’s crotch, you can spot it, and you’ll know that the man was possibly one of the two studs that fucked you silly.”
“I can’t go around staring at the men’s crotches!” – Jason objected – “They may think I’m coming on them!”
“That’s the whole point!” – Aric laughed out loud, climbing off the bed – “Now you should take a long shower, you look like a mess. Use my bathroom. I’m going to the communal shower: I love how my sudden appearance, stark naked, always stirs furtive glances… Ha ha ha!”
~ The Commodore ~
Jason took a very long shower and thoroughly cleansed his sore hole: the last thing he wanted was to walk around Eclipse while feeling the three loads inside him oozing out of his loosened ass and dripping along his thighs…
When ready, he realized that it was late in the night, and he should’ve gone to bed, but he knew he just couldn’t sleep. His experience with Aric and the two faceless studs needed some time to settle in his agitated mind. He needed to focus on something else, for the time being. His mind flew to the Temple, where Laudon was silently waiting to disclose the many secrets recorded in his memory banks, so Jason walked resolutely to the Antechamber and sneaked inside the Temple.
The small office was always a bit disappointing, bleak and unadorned as it was, but Jason was starting to feel at home, there.
“Greetings, Jason” – Laudon’s deep, warm voice saluted him when he came in – “I can easily guess you have more questions for me. What do you want to talk about?”
“The Commodore” – Jason replied, ignoring the desk chair and sitting on the floor, with his back against the wall – “Tell me something about him.”
“I can do better than that: I can show you. Look at the monitor on the wall in front of you.”
A vivid, detailed photo appeared on the screen; it depicted a black man wearing a bright white uniform and hat, that Jason immediately recognized as the ones stored in the box, in the Antechamber. The photo looked like an official portrait, with the man sitting at an imposing wooden desk, with a serious and authoritative expression on his face.
“Co… Commodore Bar…Barack Obama” – Jason read aloud, decoding with some difficulties the letters under the image.
“The Third” – Laudon completed – “His ancestor Barack Obama the Second served as President of the United States, long before the creation of the Galactic Union. Commodore Obama was a pioneer in space exploration, and when the Gravitor Propulsion was invented, allowing the starships to reach the farthest boundaries of the galaxy, he founded the Eclipse program, to colonize new planets.”
“The Eclipse program? Do you mean there are other Eclipse bases somewhere else?”
“Twelve” – Laudon confirmed – “located on twelve planets closer to Earth. This planet, Exilium, was the farthest from Earth, and the most difficult to reach: it was basically a one-way journey, and a dangerous one. So, Commodore Obama took it upon himself to lead this expedition personally. It took him a considerable time to bring his ship and crew to Exilium; and when here, the Commodore personally directed the foundation of the base… ‘at the beginning of time’, as the Eclipsians usually say.”
Jason was somewhat shocked to discover that Eclipse — his home and his world — was just one among many, and the least important of them all. Moreover, he now understood, if there had ever been any residual doubt, that Earth wasn’t a mystical paradise where the almighty Boba-Maiii brought the souls of his sons, but just the place the Eclipsians came from, with no hope to ever go back. Even ‘the beginning of time’ was nothing but the day the base was founded. There were so many questions that came to Jason’s mind, but one burned on his lips…
“Why ‘Boba-Maiii’? When did people begin calling the Commodore that way?”
“As for the ‘when’, it happened approximately four hundred and twenty-four years ago, a couple centuries after the Commodore’s death. He’d been a revered figure and admired leader for his people, and over the centuries his memory took on a supernatural aura. As for the ‘why’, I lack enough data to state it with certainty, but taking in account the declining culture of the Eclipsians and their sudden inability to read, I can make a reasonably reliable projection…”
The wide monitor went black for a moment, and words appeared on the screen, their letters slowly shifting and morphing before Jason’s astonished eyes:
“Commodore BARACK OBAMA the Third”
“BARACK OBAMA III”
“B.OBAMA III”
“BOBA-MAIII”
Another ‘truth’ crumbled in Jason’s mind, and he suddenly felt tired, wondering how many more false ‘truths’ his entire life had been built upon…
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