≈ Ch. 13: DEIMOS’ WIFE ≈
~ A unique Eclipse ~
For many long minutes Jason stood still, in silence, sitting on the floor of the ‘office’, staring at the large screen on the wall, still displaying the name “BOBA-MAIII”. He felt somewhat betrayed. He’d been taught since he was a child about the almighty Boba-Maiii who looked after them all, but could become so angry to exterminate his sons; and he’d be taught that Eclipse, their home, was unique in the Universe, as much as Earth, a fabled paradise where good men and women would be brought in the afterlife.
Jason felt betrayed, but soon realized there was no one to put the blame on, for all the lies he lived imbued with his entire life. No one ever decided that Commodore Barack Obama III was a god named Boba-Maiii. No one ever stated that men should either lay with a woman or live in permanent celibacy. No one ever knowingly invented the story that Boba-Maiii, in his blind fury, nearly annihilated Eclipse. It was all the result of people’s ignorance.
Little Eve truly believed, in her innocent cluelessness, that she had to pray to Boba-Maiii to get food. Besides, back then, the adults already did the same to get their meals, blindly following a habit that slowly had become a rite. And Eve’s baby brother Adam was sincerely scared by the catastrophic outcome of the terrible human mistake that killed all the Eclipsians and could know nothing about scientists, experiments and toxins. And later on, none of the narrow-minded heterosexual Eclipsians ever found man-love or masturbation viable alternatives to an unprecedented lack of women: for them, the hard celibacy men had to endure was the obvious consequence of a ‘law’ that many ignorant Guardians, long before, in good faith considered Boba-Maiii’s true commandment.
Jason smiled with love and gratitude, thinking at Aric, and all the countless men before him, who chose the narrow path of freedom over the large road of passive obedience. Once, Aric mentioned “a wonderful man” who initiated him to the pleasures of man-love, and Jason thought that it wasn’t that different than Archon teaching him how to be a Guardian. Jokingly, Jason and Stellan had called Aric the God of Pleasure, but in truth he was the Guardian of free love.
As for Eclipse… it didn’t change much for Jason knowing, now, that what so far had been his entire Universe was in reality a small forgotten outpost at the outskirt of the galaxy; after all, there was no other places to go: was it really that relevant whether his only possible home was a unique reflection of the mystic Earth, or just a place lost in space and time, so much distant from Earth that going back wasn’t even possible?
“So…” – Jason said aloud to Laudon, with a disillusioned tone – “Eclipse is nothing special, in the end. It actually seems to be the least important of the many similar outposts scattered throughout the galaxy…”
“You’re mistaken, Jason. I never said anything like that. As a matter of fact, this outpost is unique, it’s the envy of the entire Eclipse project. All the other Eclipse bases can only rely on the power generated by the Gravitor Propulsor of the starship, which is merely enough to survive in harsh conditions. This base, and planet Exilium, are different and unique: here, the underground is rich of liquid water, and the crystals of Radiant can potentially provide an infinite amount of energy, that I use to regulate the temperature, shield the base from the lethal sunrays and provide any kind of objects and food the Eclipsians may need.”
Jason was aghast, and felt guilty for having underestimated the quality of life he’d been granted so far. It was true, at Eclipse they had running water, a constant warm temperature, well-lit rooms and anything they might need, including bandages to cure a wound or… scented oil to make love.
“I’m sorry, Laudon, I didn’t mean to belittle Eclipse or you, who are, I can guess, as unique as this base.”
“I am.” – Laudon confirmed, without the faintest hint of pride in his calm voice – “This mission was intended to be no-return since the beginning, so I’ve been given the ability to grow, learn, do things that no other Laudon system can.”
Jason chuckled: “Except, maybe, providing good food. That tasteless brownish cream you always give us is just… terrible!”
Laudon stood silent for a few seconds before replying: “I just checked the audio recordings of the last decades, and every single time the Eclipsians need food, they always use the same formula: ‘Please provide some food’, and that’s what I provide: a perfectly balanced food containing all the nutrients a human being needs to live, grow up, work or… have fun. I hear what happens in the bedrooms at night, and sure enough the people involved don’t ever run out of energy due to the poor food I provide. Yours is the very first complaint I receive about the food. Besides, I’ve found in my records your recent request for food ‘delightful enough’ to comfort Deimos, which I’ve promptly provided…”
“Do you mean I could’ve always asked for tasty food like that?!” – Jason bellowed, angrily leaping to his feet – “And I’ve eaten tasteless food for twenty-two years without any reason??”
“You and all the Eclipsians, according to my records, with the only exception of Deimos, recently. Creating more elaborate food requires more energy and more raw materials – preys and fruits – but can be easily done, if you ask for it.”
Laudon’s last reply made Jason calm down and chuckle: it was absolutely impossible, and even stupid, to get angry with an A.I. that just executed orders with utmost precision. People asked for ‘food’, stupidly sticking to a sort of religious formula, and Laudon gave them exactly what they asked for. Once more, the Eclipsians (including Jason himself) had no one else to blame than themselves.
However, Jason happily pondered, his meals were about to change for the better, now that he knew that he just had to ask for it! Except… it wasn’t that simple: how could he explain to the Eclipsians that now ‘Boba-Maiii’ was willing to give them something that he apparently denied for centuries?
Even though the taste of the food was clearly a minor issue, it highlighted with surprising force how daunting a task awaited Jason as the future Guardian. Eclipse wasn’t ready to know the truth, and wouldn’t be for a long time, if ever.
It was very late, but a sudden curiosity made Jason’s eyes shine: “I’m going to take something, wait here!”
“I’m here, I’m everywhere” – Jason heard Laudon reply, while the door to the Antechamber slid open. After a few moments, Jason came back to the office bringing with him the weird ‘magical’ metal device that always pointed to the Temple.
“Laudon, what is this?” – he asked, holding the object in his open hand; Jason didn’t know how Laudon could ‘see’ it, but he remembered that the Temple was the only area where the AI could receive visual inputs.
“It was the Commodore’s most treasured possession. It’s an ancient compass; it was ancient even when the Commodore brought it with him, leaving Earth to come here. On Earth, compasses always point to the North Pole, but Exilium doesn’t have a magnetic field; so, that compass, though of remarkable workmanship, it’s totally useless.”
“But it always points to the Templ… I mean, to this area!” – Jason objected, and Laudon stood silent for a few seconds, making calculations: “It must be affected by the faint magnetic field created by the Gravitor engine, located right under this room. The magnetic field is very faint, so it goes unnoticed by the Eclipsians, but it can be detected by the compass for four or five miles outside Eclipse. The Commodore always kept that compass with him, even though he could never venture outside the base.”
“But… wasn’t the Commodore a Dark? I saw his photo, he had dark skin!”
“Only dark-skinned people of African descent carry the special genes that make them immune from the lethal radiations of the Suns and the crystal of Radiant. The Commodore, like many other dark-skinned Eclipsians, was a ‘Pale’… to adopt the terminology currently in use.”
A long, deep yawn escaped from Jason’s mouth, and he quickly slip the compass in the pocket hidden under his tunic: he wanted to keep it with him, like the Commodore used to do, as the compass seemed to always point to the truth. Jason felt he needed something to stay on the right course, while sailing the wild waters of myth, religion, beliefs, knowledge and ignorance. “I should go, it must be very late in the night…”
“It’s actually early in the morning…” – Laudon stated – “…though here on Exilium ‘night’ and ‘morning’ are no more than ancient conventions inherited from Earth time. The twin Suns never set or raise at the same time, so it’s always daytime, outdoors.”
Jason laughed: “Guess I’ll just sleep all day instead of all night, then! Goodbye, Laudon. I’ll come back when I can.”
~ Free love is the way ~
He headed to his room, but deep in his heart he was still thinking of the fundamental role that Aric and many other men, mostly unknowingly, had played to keep the ideal of free love alive throughout the centuries.
Instead of stopping at his room, Jason walked on to the end of the hallway and opened Aric’s door. The janitor was waking up to another workday, and looked with sleepy eyes at Jason, who silently walked to him and gave a tender kiss to his stubbled lips, his hairy chest and his flaccid cock.
“Why’s that?” – Aric slurred, puzzled, and Jason looked down at him with affection and respect: “I paid homage to your mind, your heart and your sex, as they are like a light in the darkness.”
“If you want another fuck, you don’t need fancy words, just ask straight…”
Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t you ever change, God of Pleasure” – he murmured, turning around to go away, and smiled hearing Aric growling: “You bet, boy…”
Feeling wasted, after a long night of wild sex and unsettling truths, Jason went to his room and, true to his word, slept through the whole day. While drifting to a restful unconsciousness, his last thought was that he wanted a tag to stitch inside his tunic: he was a man-lover, now and forever, and free love was his way. No turning back.
For many hours Jason lay in his bed, enjoying a much-needed restful sleep. At some point he dreamt of Deimos, who was giving him a sweet, tender kiss on his lips. Jason could even smell the fragrance of his skin, and smiled in his sleep.
Jason lazily opened his eyes and gasped, seeing Deimos’ handsome face an inch from his own; without even thinking, Jason hurriedly pulled the bedsheet over his naked body, making Deimos chuckle: “It’s a bit late for being shy with me, isn’t it? I came to see if everything was fine, as it’s dinner time and I didn’t see you the whole day…”
“Dinner time?! Oh, my, I’ve indeed slept through the whole day…! Thank you for coming and checking on me, Deimos, and… thank you for the beautiful awakening. I loved it. Please, go back to your room and wait for me, I’ll soon join you. Don’t have dinner! I have a surprise for you!”
“OK, OK, I’m going…” – Deimos replied with a mischievous grin – “But it’s not having dinner what I was planning to do with you…”
“You silly!” – Jason giggled – “But trust me, this is one dinner you don’t want to miss. Now go, I’ll be there in no time!”
Deimos went away and Jason literally ran to the communal showers to take a speedy shower; he still had his skin a bit moist when, wearing a fresh clean tunic, he happily scampered toward the Nuptial Chambers.
“OK, you sit down and don’t ask questions” – Jason said excitedly entering Deimos’ room, and immediately went to the Altar. Without bending the knee, he just said: “Laudon, I need a delicious dinner for two: something tasty and mouthwatering that will delight my beloved Deimos and myself!”
Instantly, two bowls of an unknown food appeared at Jason’s feet; the fragrance they emanated was heady and mysterious. Jason took the bowls and offered one to Deimos, sitting on the floor at his feet.
“You… didn’t pray to Boba-Maiii…” – Deimos cautiously commented, taking the bowl.
“I didn’t. But I said no questions. This food is the best you’ve ever tasted, and it really doesn’t matter whether it comes from Boba-Maiii or not.”
The food was indeed the best they’d ever tasted: saucy, spicy, tasty; every bite made them moan in pleasure, and in no time the bowls were empty.
Jason moved closer to Deimos’ legs and sensually kissed his knee: “Now… didn’t you have plans with me?”
More sweet kisses were bestowed on the muscular leg and the inner thigh, closer and closer to Deimos’ crotch, that suddenly came alive under his loincloth. “I was planning a nice fuck” – the Dark man said, sensually – “but I want to make love to you. I want to make sweet love to you, bringing you to places that not even my Wives have ever known…”
He stood up and picked Jason bodily, bringing him to his bed. Jason was ecstatic, looking at his handsome, powerful man taking such a tender care of him. Both Jason’s tunic and Deimos’ loincloth fell to the floor and they stood on the soft mattress, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes.
Their lips clung like they were potent magnets, making their passion flare unbridled. Without stopping the fiery kiss, Deimos dipped two fingers into the scented oil placed on the bedstand and hurriedly searched for Jason’s secluded portal. In his moves there was a desire, a hunger that put a fire in Jason’s loins.
“Yes… Yes, open me up…” – Jason said with urgency, parting his legs wide – “I need you… I want to feel you inside me… I can’t wait, do it now…”
Deimos used his hand to point his long cock to Jason’s hole, and pushed it in in one slow, unstoppable thrust. Every single inch of his black sword disappeared into the guy’s tight canal, while Jason drew ragged breaths, feeling stretched to the threshold of pain, but he didn’t care.
The powerful hips began pumping with vigor, and they were like a boulder rolling down a hill, unstoppable and untamed. At each thrust the flared helmet heavily brushed on Jason’s prostate, wringing choked moans from the guy’s lips. Jason pulled down Deimos onto his chest, craving the feeling of his body pressed against his own, but this didn’t lessen the confident potency of the pushes of the man’s hips.
“Fuck me… Make love to me…” – Jason moaned uncontrollably, swept away by the pleasure radiating from his bottom and the sweetness of Deimos’ fuck.
“You’re wonderful… You make me feel complete…” – Deimos breathed with passion, his eyes digging into Jason’s, but a sudden shadow veiled his gaze: “Tell me again this is not wrong… Tell me that I’m not an invo…”
“Don’t say that word… This is love, Deimos… Love… Free, beautiful love…”
“Yes… Yes…! That’s what I feel… Love… I love you, Jason… nnngghh… Can you feel my love?”
“Ooohh… I feel it…!” – Jason replied, in ecstasy – “It fills my heart… I love you too, Deimos… You’re my everything…”
Their eyes locked and both of them knew that their pleasure was about to explode; their lips searched for each other and locked in a hungry, passionate kiss, while their bodies shuddered, shaken by the force of their orgasms. There were no howls, no cries, just a silent explosion of pleasure that melted their bodies into one.
When Deimos moved to recoil, Jason pleaded: “Stay inside me a little more…”, but Deimos ignored him and abruptly pulled out, his skin suddenly losing its warmth. He was staring with wide eyes at something behind Jason, who turned around to see, and murmured: “Fuck…”
Standing in the doorway, the four co-husbands were silently glaring at them.
~ Wife or… else ~
Jason looked scared at the Darks’ menacing faces; in front there was Rufus, the eldest, with young Castor and the angry Vesper right behind him; in the background, Jason caught a glimpse of Helios’ long braids, but it seemed like he was trying to hide behind the other co-husbands.
Vesper was about to attack Jason, but Rufus froze him with a glance and stepped forward, wearing a fake smile: “Well, well…! Apparently there’s a new Wife in Eclipse! That’s very good news, because us husbands didn’t have many chances to get relief and provide our loads, lately…”
Deimos got off the bed and confronted Rufus: “You’ve grown old, grandpa, and your mind weakens. There are no new Wives in Eclipse.”
“There is one” – Rufus hissed, pointing his gaze at Jason, who desperately tried to hide under the bedsheets – “Not the most beautiful one, must say, but a hole is a hole, when you need to unload your virility…”
“Stop playing games, Rufus!” – Deimos bellowed – “He’s not a Wife, he’s my helper Jason, as you know well!”
Rufus' expression became so hard that Deimos began losing heart; and the man’s glacial tone made Deimos’ confidence crumble like a sandcastle under a wave. “She’s a Wife” – Rufus stated – “It can’t be any other way, boy. Because, you see, if that’s not a Wife… then you’re a shameless invo.”
The word hung in the room like a monstrous bat looming over Deimos. Invo. ‘The First Husband is a filthy invo, a pervert!’. Deimos could almost hear the shocked whispers of the Eclipsians. ‘How could I give my virginity to that disgusting invo!’, Pearl’s voice echoed in Deimos’ mind.
“No…” – Deimos murmured, scared, shaking his head – “Don’t do this to me…”
“You’re doing everything by yourself” – Rufus spat out – “but you still have a choice: either the bitch in your bed is Wife, who’s going to get five loads as per Boba-Maiii’s commandment, or the entire Eclipse will know you’re an invo.”
Deimos looked at Rufus horrified, then glanced at Vesper and Castor, but they were masks of stone, just like the older Dark. Helios, the only one Deimos hoped to get support from, had disappeared and was nowhere to be seen.
“So what, boy??” – Rufus yelled, snapping Deimos out of his nightmare – “Tell me loud and clear: is the bitch lying in your bed a Wife??”
Jason, from the bed, looked at Deimos with wide, pleading eyes, but Deimos refused to meet his gaze. After a tense, neverending pause, he murmured under his breath: “Yes…”
Jason was petrified, but he didn’t have the time to do or say anything, because strong hands grabbed him and forcibly dragged him out of the bed and across the room, toward the Nuptial Alcove. The ample door slammed close behind him and he was unceremoniously thrown onto the bed.
Casper climbed on the bed and locked Jason’s arms behind his back, immobilizing him, while Rufus unlaced his embroidered skirt, revealing a thick, stiffening cock. He grabbed Jason’s legs and draped them on his shoulders, exposing the guy’s hole, which clenched from the tension.
Without a word, Rufus spat twice on his hand and wet his mushroom head, pointing it at Jason’s defenseless anus.
“Wait!!” – Jason screamed – “Don’t do it, Rufus! You could be my father!!”
Rufus’ expression became thoughtful, but it lasted no more than a few seconds. “I wish” – he growled – “but I can’t have children. The bitch that gave birth to you was bred by someone else. Maybe Deimos…” – he added with an evil smirk.
Rufus glanced at Castor, who was holding Jason tight, and nodded: “Do it.”
Immediately, Castor pressed his hand on Jason’s mouth and pinched his nose, like once Aric did with Stellan. Rufus flashed a malevolent smirk and growled at Jason: “Now keep looking at me, boy…”
With a sudden, cruel thrust, Rufus sank his entire weapon inside Jason’s chute; the recent love-making with Deimos and his load still lingering inside him didn’t prevent a fiery pang of pain radiating from his tortured ass. Jason felt like his anal rings had been ripped and torn open, and he screamed on top of his lungs… without being able to utter the faintest sound.
Rufus, now fully inside the sore hole, nodded to Casper, who let Jason breathe. Rufus slowly pulled out and then glanced again at Casper, who blocked once more Jason’s airflow. The second shove, if possible, was even harder and crueler than the first. The veins on Jason’s neck bulged out, but again no sound could find its way out of the guy’s mouth.
Jason looked at Rufus in horror: he wasn’t pursuing his own pleasure, he wasn’t just fucking: he wanted to hurt Jason as much as he could, and wouldn’t stop until the guy would’ve been wrecked.
A quick couple breaths, and the gates of Hell opened for Jason. Rufus and Castor were perfectly coordinated, and each time Rufus’ evil rod crashed into Jason, he couldn’t utter a single sound. The pace of the wrecking thrusts ramped up, until Jason’s world was a cacophony of pain, but his priority was breathing, just breathing.
In the dizziness due to the lack of air, Jason felt Rufus’ cock, deeply planted inside him, pulsate and throb, and mentally sighed with relief.
In a matter of seconds, Rufus was replaced by Vesper, but this time Casper only covered Jason’s mouth, without blocking his breath. Vesper eased his cock inside Jason’s loosened hole and began fucking him, with quick long thrusts, but not as cruel as Rufus’: Vesper was seeking for his own pleasure and greedily thrust his club into the slick chute, enjoying the strong sensations Jason’s ass was granting him.
“A wife is supposed to cum, when a stud fucks her” – Vesper said with a mischievous smirk, and grabbed Jason’s flaccid cock, stroking it in earnest. Jason groaned, feeling forced to get aroused against his will; but his youthful body quickly responded to the harsh ministrations, and his dick got hard into Vesper’s hand.
“Now we’re talkin’…” – Vesper growled, pacing up his thrusts in sync with the frantic strokes on Jason’s cock. It didn’t take long until Jason reluctantly climbed to the peak of his pleasure, and groaned loud, shooting his cream all over his own torso. “Yeah!! Cum, bitch! Fuck YEAH!!” – Vesper exulted, unloading his balls into Jason’s depths.
Another quick shift of place, and Jason found Castor, the youngest of the Dark, kneeling between his spread legs. His cock was as hard as steel, but thankfully he was not as thick as Rufus or Vesper, and Jason could take it in stride. He actually hoped he could even take some rest, but his hope was short-lived.
Wearing a malevolent smirk, Castor grabbed Jason’s sensitive cock and began stroking it wildly. Jason was about to scream for the overstimulation, but Rufus placed a single finger over his lips: “You let out a single sound and you’re dead. Got it boy? Not a single sound!”
Jason frantically nodded, and put a herculean effort into withstanding Castor’s onslaught in silence. His cock felt like it was shocked by painful electric surges, especially when Castor brushed his entire dry palm all over the sensitive glans, but he was so scared by Rufus’ threat that he sealed his lips and endured the torment in silence.
He didn’t see it coming, when Vesper began pinching and tickling his nipples, wearing a malicious grin on his face. “Please… Please no…” – Jason murmured with a trembling voice, his entire body spasming from the cruel overstimulation – “Muffle me, Rufus… I can’t stay silent… Rufus…!”
“Good boy…” – Rufus growled, pressing his big hand over Jason’s mouth – “Now scream, boy, scream as much as you want, ha ha ha!”
Castor clearly was enjoying Jason’s torment very much, and soon he slammed his dick all the way into his once-tight hole and stifled a grunt, adding his load to the three already inside Jason.
He pulled out and Jason took a deep breath. It was over.
Except, it was not. “Your turn, Helios!” – Rufus sternly ordered – “Be a good husband and give the fifth load to the bitch!”
Jason turned sideways and saw Helios almost hiding into the farthest corner of the Alcove. Everything in his demeanor and his expression clearly revealed that the last thing he wanted to do was to give Jason this last humiliation. He reluctantly climbed on the bed, took position between Jason’s legs… and stopped. “I can’t” – he said in a low voice – “This guy has suffered enough, I can’t do it.”
“You must.” – was Rufus’ glacial order, and it was clear that Helios’ choice to obey or not was going to have consequences.
Helios faintly shook his head, his eyes wet, and his hips didn’t move.
“Do it!” – Jason whispered, looking straight into Helios’ eyes – “Quick! I understand, do it!”
Helios took a deep breath, looked defiantly at Rufus and began stroking his own cock in earnest, quickly bringing himself to orgasm; and when he was about to shoot, he murmured “Forgive me…” and pushed his shooting cock deep inside Jason.
The fifth load had been provided. Boba-Maiii’s commandment had been fulfilled.
“Sissy…” – Rufus hissed, and with an imperious nod of his head gestured to the other Darks to go.
~ Tears and love ~
Now alone, Jason painfully got off the bed and walked to Deimos’ room, but Deimos wasn’t there. The quiet lapping of the water in the bathtub felt like a siren’s song to Jason, whose feet started moving by themselves toward the bathroom.
And there was Deimos, hiding behind the jamb of the door, his face streaked with dried tears.
“I’ve lost you…” – he whined, shaking his head – “I’ve betrayed our friendship and our love to their very roots. I’ve bartered you with my honor, and I lost both. I can’t call myself a man anymore…”
Tears flowed again from Deimos’ eyes and Jason pressed his own body against him. “You are a valiant warrior,” – Jason said in a warm, loving tone that touched Deimos’ heart – “you even killed a Gryx with just one knife, but this is a longer and harsher fight than killing a Gryx: it’s a fight against intolerance and ignorance. I don’t blame you if you failed, and you shouldn’t either.”
Jason felt Deimos’ arms hold him tighter, almost crushing him, and reveled in the sense of protection that his strong body gave him.
“Besides, I too have something to be forgiven for…” – Jason added, talking into Deimos’ chest – “I’ve betrayed our friendship and our love, too, as I had sex… with other men. Many times, and with many men.”
Deimos held Jason at arm’s length and gave him a puzzled glance: “Do you really think I can be… jealous? Oh, Jason, it’s so sweet of you! But that’s the last thing you should worry about. I mean, I share my wives with four other men, and in my life I had many wives at the same time. I still have a wife, Pearl, and when she’s fertile again I’ll make love to her. Jealousy… it’s just a void word here in Eclipse. But tell me… Have you really forgiven me?”
“More than that…” – Jason replied, with a tender smile – “I love you.”
Deimos’ eyes got wet again, but Jason couldn’t see it, because their mouths locked in a passionate, liberating kiss that took their breath away.
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