≈ Ch. 2: A NEW HELPER ≈
~ Respect ~
The morning after, Deimos woke up in his bed feeling his crotch still sore for the harsh treatment he got from Darek. He was pissed off, but it wasn’t just for the physical sensations Darek forced him to feel, harshly stimulating his cock moments after his orgasm: though terribly unpleasant, it wasn’t anything a sturdy man like Deimos couldn’t bear. He was angry with Darek for the disrespectful, dehumanizing way Darek treated him, as if he was nothing more than a source of sperm, a walking cock only useful to inseminate the Wives on command.
«Damn Pale!» – he thought angrily – «I’m a man, not a slab of meat! How dare he!”
He didn’t regret for a single moment having fired Darek, but this meant he needed a new helper. Boba-Maiii’s law stated that a Pale couldn’t refuse to be a Dark’s helper, if requested, but Deimos didn’t want a random Pale, or he could end with another disrespectful stupid guy like Darek. «Too bad» – Deimos ruefully pondered – «that the Pales are all alike, they’re all stubborn, lazy and disrespectful. I’ll end up with another fuckin’ Darek…»
«But this time I will make things clear from the beginning!» – he thought with belligerent intentions, while getting dressed, and then he strode across Eclipse, heading to the Pales’ quarter.
When he entered the mess hall, there were five Pales of different ages who’d gathered there for breakfast. One of them was Jason, who was standing in front of an altar carved in the wall, with his hands raised. Deimos was about to rudely address the Pales, but shut his mouth, in reverent silence, when Jason invoked aloud: “Laudon!”, and a trembling blue light lit up the altar, signaling that Boba-Maiii was there and was listening to his sons.
Jason bent a knee and prayed: “O almighty Boba-Maiii, please provide some food for your humble servant!”, and a bowl filled with a brownish cream appeared at Jason’s feet. All the Pales and Darks knew well that not-so-inviting cream, as it was the only food they always ate, three times a day. It would’ve been utterly disrespectful asking Boba-Maiii anything more than what, in His infinite wisdom, He thought was good for His people.
Jason took the bowl and sat on the communal dining table, but he dropped his spoon as soon as he raised his gaze and saw Deimos waiting in the room; he immediately noticed his angry expression and his heart skipped a beat.
“Listen, you all!” – Deimos bellowed, making everyone stop eating and standing up – “I need a new Helper, because your friend Darek is a fucking moron and I can’t stand him anymore! I’m a Dark, for fuck’s sake, and I won’t tolerate any act of disrespect! I want someone who will take care of my every need, efficiently and without bothering me! Any volunteers?”
No one raised his hand, not even Jason: he was starting to like Deimos, but his rudeness convinced him that probably he’d overestimated the First Husband: apparently, he wasn’t that different from the other Darks...
The lack of volunteers pissed off Deimos even more: “Should I remind you that you are bound to be my Helper if I so desire?? You!!” – he said angrily, pointing his finger at Jason – “Would you dare to refuse, if I ask you to be my helper?”
Jason’s cold reply surprised Deimos: “I’d say you should think better, First Husband. I’d be a devoted helper, if you ask me, but under no circumstances I’ll ever be your servant. Nor will I respect you, if the respect isn’t mutual.”
Deimos watched Jason with an outraged expression, that soon softened when he seemed to recognize the guy as the young Pale furtively wiping off his tears when Claire died, the day before.
“You’ll be my Helper. Come with me.” – Deimos curtly stated, without even waiting for a nod of acceptance.
Jason left his half-eaten breakfast on the table and immediately followed Deimos, who was striding out of the hall. They walked at a fast pace for a short while along the corridors of Eclipse and then Deimos slowed down, regretting to have mistreated that young Pale who proved to be a sensible guy, shedding his tears for Claire.
“What’s your name?” – Deimos asked, trying to use a friendlier tone. “Jason, First Husband.”
“Please call me Deimos, Jason. You’re my helper, now. And… forgive me. I’m not this rude, usually, but the last day was… just horrible. Claire’s death was heartbreaking, and then I had to perform the most horrible Insemination of my life. And my helper, instead of supporting me, almost tortured me when I was most vulnerable. It was the worst day in my life, and it’s not over, because this morning we’ll have to inseminate Pearl again, and later on there will be Claire’s funeral…”
Deimos’ suffering and contrite expression, and his sorry tone hit Jason, who didn’t know what to say. Without thinking twice, he placed his hand on Deimos’ arm, to express his sympathy.
Deimos stopped in his tracks and looked at Jason with wide eyes. He didn’t expect such a sweet gesture from a Pale. Darks and Pales never had a friendly relationship. But Jason’s caring touch went straight to Deimos’ heart.
“Listen, Jason… I didn’t even ask you if you wanted to be my helper, I just ordered you. I know what Boba-Maiii’s law states, but if you don’t want to assist me, you’re free to go. I’ll find another helper, though… I sense that I’d hardly find someone as sensible and caring as you. You decide.”
“I’ll be honored to be your helper, Firs… Deimos. And I’m glad to know that your behavior, earlier, was only due to your pain and grief, because I’ve always… admired you. I’m not going to lie to you: I don’t like the co-husbands’ arrogant attitude and I don’t respect them; but I deeply respect you. And I’m sure you will respect me, despite me being a Pale.”
“Respect has nothing to do with skin color, and you’re earning yours. I think we’ll get along very well” – Deimos replied, smiling – “Say, do you have any experience as a helper? You know it involves touching me… intimately, do you? I know some narrow-minded guys consider the helping job too invo for a straight man, but they’re mistaken, as only a real man knows what another real man feels and needs. That said, if this makes you feel uncomfortable…”
“I’ve never been anyone’s helper, and I’ve never… uhm… touched anyone intimately, but you will teach me, won’t you?”
“Of course I will. Let’s go to the Nuptial Chambers: your education will begin right away, because in one hour I have to take part in the Insemination, and I must be ready.”
~ A surprising helper ~
They entered Deimos’ private bedroom; it wasn’t big, but it was cozy, and there was a big sunken bathtub filled with clean water, constantly refreshed by one of the many springs located under Eclipse. The furniture consisted of a low single bed, a white stone armchair, a small shelf and a stone massage table. Deimos stopped next to it and stood still, waiting.
“Am I supposed to do something?” – Jason timidly asked, ashamed for not knowing what a helper’s duty was. Deimos smiled and replied with a friendly tone: “It’s easy, don’t worry. First off, you should remove my loincloth, and then I’ll lie down on the table and you’ll… uhm… help me get ready for the Insemination. It’s not a difficult job, but it requires some sensibility, because the helper should make the husband feel aroused, almost ready to give his load, but without making him waste his seed. Don’t worry, I will guide you. Let’s start with the loincloth.”
Jason knelt in front of Deimos and unlaced the embroidered cloth, making it fall to the floor. The guy suddenly found himself staring with wide eyes at the most impressive manhood he’d ever seen and opened his mouth in a silent gasp. He knew he shouldn’t keep staring so immodestly, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off the mesmerizing black member.
Truth to be told, Jason rarely had a chance to see another man’s virility, except for a few fleeting glimpses in the communal shower, and being now so close to a remarkable specimen of manhood made his curiosity flare. Without even being aware of it, he pushed his head an inch closer, and then another inch, until he could clearly smell the musky aroma of the black member.
He suddenly realized how utterly inappropriate was his behavior, and abruptly recoiled, leaping to his feet: “I… I’m sorry… I’m not an invo or something, please believe me, Deimos!”
Deimos smiled at him: “I’m not angry, and I know you’re not an invo, don’t worry. I was searching for a respectful helper, and I now know I’ve found him, because what I’ve just seen was a gesture of great respect and admiration, and I thank you for that. But now let’s begin. While I lie on the table, you make your hands slick with that perfumed oil over there.”
Jason poured a liberal amount of perfumed oil on his hands and brushed them together; then moved close to the table, where Deimos was lying, completely naked. The helper stood still for a moment, looking at the black man, uncertain what to do, and then instinctively placed his hands on the vast expanse of Deimos’ chest, slowly brushing his hands on the smooth skin.
He didn’t notice Deimos’ surprised expression, and went on for a short while massaging the bulging muscles, contouring the chiseled abs, exploring the deep cleft between the pecs and caressing the sides of the massive torso. When his slick hands casually brushed on Deimos’ nipples, the Husband inhaled sharply and stiffened a bit, and Jason immediately halted, worried.
“Am I doing something wrong?” – he asked, with a doubtful and shy tone that moved Deimos. “Well… no…” – the man replied – “I was rather expecting… uhm… that you just massaged my manhood. That’s what all my helpers have always done…”
Jason shook his head and smiled: “You’re a man, Deimos, not just a penis with a body attached to it. You won’t think of me as just two hands, will you? You’re a great man with a great body, and you do a lot for Eclipse: it’s only fair that I pay homage to you and your muscles, your torso, your legs and every part of your body. Let me do it, relax and put yourself into my hands…”
And so Deimos did, feeling his heart thump hard. Knowing to be the object of Jason’s respect and admiration was heartwarming, and for the first time it shed a new light over the entire Insemination process, which he’d always felt too mechanical, even heartless. Jason was paying homage to him as a man, and to his body, which he strained to keep in top shape, and felt good, happy and -after a long time- at peace with the world.
Lying on the massage table, with his eyes closed, Deimos enjoyed the cautious and caring touch of Jason, and shivered with pleasure when the helper’s hands brushed on his nipples again and again, and then moved down to the belly, briefly intruded in his belly button, to then slide down again, on his thighs, his calves, his ankles, and then back up, on the inner thighs, slowly, almost shyly, to finally rest in that intimate spot between the thighs and the scrotum. Every single inch of his skin felt like waking up under Jason’s warm touch.
Deimos stifled a moan when Jason’s small hand cupped his balls, massaging them slowly and making them moist and perfumed with oil. And then, unexpectedly, the hands moved sideways, brushed the sides of the muscular glutes, slid up to the waist and then cupped again the bulging pecs, kneading on them with passion.
The Husband was a bit puzzled when he felt the hands being withdrawn, and uttered a raucous ‘Oh god…’ when he felt Jason’s lips closing around his stiff nipple. He didn’t expect that such a delicate touch could ignite such a fire in his body, and instinctively arched his chest to get more, more…
But his eyes suddenly snapped open, feeling that he was crossing a line, and Jason immediately recoiled, looking at Deimos with uncertain eyes.
“W… Why did you do that…?” – Deimos asked, afraid to have let Jason dangerously venture too close to a clear ‘invo’ act; and his worry grew even more when he lowered his eyes from Jason’s blushing face to his tunic, hiding an obvious erection.
“Wait… Are you… enjoying it?” – he breathed, and Jason’s face blushed crimson red: “No… I… I just did what I felt, you know I have no experience, and when I saw your… uhm… desire for your wife flare, somehow I shared it…”
“My… desire?” – Deimos replied, and turned his gaze down, at his own crotch, where his massive black cock, still untouched, was swelling in all its glory, throbbing and ready to get some action. “How… How did you do that?” – he gasped, greatly surprised – “You didn’t even touch it, so far…”
“I’m not an experienced helper” – Jason smiled timidly – “but I’m a man. I guess a rough manipulation of your member would’ve achieved the same result, but would you feel as good as you’re feeling now? I’ve seen your expression while I was massaging you, you feel on fire, you are ready to go to the Alcove and make love to your Wife. Not just give her a load, make love. As for not having touched your manly member so far… this can be easily fixed.”
Jason poured some more oil on his palms and grabbed the long stiff rod with both hands, slowly sliding them up and down from the base to the wide glans, and then again.
“Holy shit…!” – Deimos groaned, taken aback by the sheer pleasure radiating from his groin. Jason was right, he truly felt on fire! And those hands sliding up and down on his member were sending irrepressible shivers of pleasure through his spine.
But soon he stiffened and said with urgency “Wait wait wait!!!”, feeling on the verge of wasting his seed. It took him a few moments to forcefully subdue his pleasure and keep his juices restrained. Jason stepped back and looked at him with wide eyes, while his own cock bounced and twitched hard under his tunic.
At long last, Deimos opened his eyes and took a deep breath: “I’m more than ready for my wife. Thank you Jason. Thank you for… everything.”
~ A sexy straight stud ~
Deimos climbed off the table and quickly moved to the adjoining Alcove; when he opened the door, Jason could peek inside, and saw Pearl, beautiful as ever, lying naked on the nuptial bed in a languid pose. Deimos was so aroused and enthralled by his wife that failed to completely close the door; Jason knew he was not supposed to spy on Husband and Wife making love, but he’d never seen Pearl nude (nor any other woman, for that matter), and after a short fight with his scruples he cautiously moved closer to the door and peeked inside.
The two lovers, intertwined in the dance of love, were moaning softly and stifling their gasps of pleasure; Jason admired for a while Pearl’s sinuous body, her big breasts softly bouncing up and down, her slim legs grabbing Deimos’ waist with passion, but slowly Jason’s gaze focused on the masterful way Deimos made love to the girl, keeping his torso almost still and tilting his hips back and forth, rhythmically driving his long rod in and out of her wet pussy.
Pearl moaned loud and trembled, shook by a sudden orgasm, but Deimos went on making love to her, making his swollen balls slap on her crotch at each powerful thrust, without ever slowing down, tireless and unstoppable. In Jason’s eyes, Deimos was all a man should be. Times ten.
Jason felt weird, he was supposed to focus on Pearl, admire her delicate milky flesh and her soft, bouncing breasts, but he found himself staring at Deimos’ black ass, pumping up and down with vigor and flexing every time he pushed his long rod all the way into the wet pussy. He could easily visualize that thick black throbbing for pleasure while digging deeper and deeper into the tender flesh.
He realized he was sporting a stiff erection, under his tunic, and tried to convince himself that it was for Pearl, but his gaze was completely focused on Deimos’ incredible body glistening with sweat. His back muscles and his biceps flexing and twitching for the delightful effort, his hips pounding hard up and down, his big balls slapping rhythmically on Pearl’s taint… Jason felt he couldn’t breathe, he wanted to be in that bed, he wanted to be Deimos… no, he wanted to be Pearl!
«What the fuck am I thinking…!» – Jason inwardly exclaimed, while an icy finger chilled his heart – «I’m not an invo! Deimos is a man, for fuck’s sake…!”
But all the while Jason’s eyes didn’t miss an inch of Deimos’ enticing black skin, of his twitching muscles and his flexing glutes. His hand, almost on autopilot, moved to give relief to his aching dick, under the tunic, but he forced himself to move the hand away, like he was used to do since puberty.
He almost wasted his seed when a loud squeal of pleasure escaped Pearl’s mouth, the moment a second shaking orgasm made her body writhe from head to toes: “My wonderful, sweet husband…” – she pleaded – “…fill me with the essence of your virility… Please… You’re making me delirious…”
Deimos ramped up the pace of his thrusts, his hips banged on the wife’s crotch, and suddenly he shoved his humongous member all the way into her and stood still, moaning loud, lost in his explosive climax. Jason admired Deimos’ muscular back, glistening with sweat, twitching and stiffening, while the First Husband planted his load deep into the Wife’s womb.
Jason quickly moved away from the door and pretended to tidy up the massage table, desperately trying to subdue his erection and his desire; after a moment, the door opened and Deimos entered, with an ecstatic expression and a glowing gaze: “It’s been years since I enjoyed making love so much. Making love, as you said, not just giving my load. I don’t know how you did it. Thank you, Jason, thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
Deimos shot a happy, thankful glance at Jason, but soon his expression morphed to a knowing grin, spotting Jason’s still half-hard dick twitching under the tunic: “We’ve been quite loud, I can easily guess you heard us…”
“I… uhm… I actually watched you” – Jason confessed, and immediately made clear – “I mean the two of you! Not… you! I mean…”
“Shh… No need to be sorry for anything” – Deimos reassured him, moving closer so much that Jason felt enveloped in Deimos’ sheer masculinity – “I’m not pissed off if you spied on us. I actually left the door open on purpose, so to give you the chance to look at us, if you so desired. I’m quite a reserved person, I need my privacy, but I… don’t know… I wanted you to know every side of me, even the most intimate ones. With you I feel completely at ease. Hope you liked the show…”
“It was… breathtaking” – Jason murmured, blushing – “You made her cum twice… You made her delirious, and when you filled her with your manly juice I… almost wasted my seed…”
Deimos chuckled, proud: “I’m not a rookie. I know how to get the best of my manly bits, and when I can take my time, I can really make my partner delirious… She was ecstatic” – he said, with a wide smile, that suddenly faded into a sorry smirk: “I only wish Pearl didn’t have to get four more loads, now… The co-husbands… they…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, because a loud grunt came from the Alcove, suddenly followed by a choked scream. The co-husbands had waited for long, with their helpers keeping them on the verge of losing their loads, and now, crazy with lust, they were unceremoniously banging the Wife, roughly shoving their greedy rods deep into her, one after another. The five loads had to be delivered back-to-back, this was Boba-Maiii’s law, but the co-husbands liked it rough, they were beasts in heat, as Deimos knew well.
Deimos sat on a chair and took his head into his hands, trying not to hear the lewd comments, the beastly grunts and the heartfelt pleas that Pearl couldn’t hold when things became too rough. Jason was aghast. After witnessing Deimos’ sweet love-making, the sounds coming from the Alcove were like brutal slaps on his soul. And he realized that for Deimos it was even worse, because he truly loved Pearl, just as much he loved Claire.
Without thinking twice, Jason got closer to Deimos, bent over him and flung his arms around his head, holding him in a warm, soothing embrace, murmuring “It’ll all be over soon… She’ll get through in a moment…”, but he was talking more to himself than to Deimos.
Jason was true, it all ended quickly, and suddenly the Alcove was silent again. The helper recoiled and Deimos slowly stood up; they locked eyes, and without saying a single word, they knew that a strong friendship and a tight bond had unexpectedly blossomed between them.
~ Man-to-man talk ~
Jason took Deimos’ hand and pulled him toward the massage table; when Deimos shot him a puzzled glance, Jason simply said: “You must be exhausted, and later on there’s a funeral to attend. Let me help you relax and get clean. I’m still your helper, after all, aren’t I?”
Deimos smiled, won by Jason’s positive attitude, and lay on the table, while Jason took a sponge and some clean water from the tub. At first they stood silent, while Jason gently brushed Deimos’ body with the sponge; but after a while Jason asked with an uncertain tone: “Say… uhm… how does it feel? Making love to a woman, I mean…”
Deimos’ eyes snapped open and replied: “You don’t know…”. It wasn’t a question, he was just realizing at that moment that Jason, as a Pale man, never had the chance to lay a woman in his entire life.
“It’s… wonderful. I don’t want you to feel bad, but I can’t lie to you. Her pussy feels like velvet around your member. At least, this is what the co-husbands would tell you, if you ask them. For me making love it’s much more than enjoying the physical sensations, I feel joined to my wife completely, body and soul. Unfortunately, it’s not always like this. Actually, today was the first time in years I felt like this. In most cases we husbands can’t choose when to have sex, we must do it when the Wife is fertile, whether we feel in the mood or not. Eclipse needs a Dark female, and what we husbands feel, what we need… is irrelevant, we have to bow to a superior need.”
Jason pondered Deimos’ words with a grave expression; he couldn’t decide what was worse, being treated as a mere source of sperm or not having any chance to have sex altogether. But today Deimos finally had a chance to really make love to his wife, and even if it happened only once in a while, that was something totally denied to Jason.
“Why are you the First Husband? Who chose you, among all the Darks?”
“Each woman, when she becomes of age, chooses her First Husband. It’s an important moment for a girl, because the First Husband is the man who will take their virginity. Pearl chose me as her First Husband.”
“But you were Claire’s First Husband, too!” – Jason exclaimed, and Deimos flashed a proud grin: “And before Claire there was Alba, and Candice, and Bianca, and many others… They’re all long dead now. For many years I’ve been chosen as First Husband by all the women in Eclipse. They all gave me the most precious gift, their virginity, and I took it with love and reverence. And this explains why they chose me… and why the co-husbands hate me so much.”
“Is it so?” – Jason asked, surprised; for him, all the Darks were members of a sort of exclusive club and they respected each other.
“They mock me all the time, calling me sissy, crybaby and other names, just because I’m not a brute like them. There were times when I thought they were going to attack me: after all they are four and I’m one. Then I understood that they can’t touch me, as much as I can’t touch them: we’re five, and five Dark loads are required for the insemination. But they’re evil, you’ve seen it: they know how dear to my heart are the Wives, all of them, and they always do their best to humiliate them, treat them like bitches and even hurt them. Darks’ duty is to provide their load when required, but no one can tell them how to do it. Not even I…”
“Speaking of loads…” – Jason asked, thoughtful – “I remember when all the Wives you mentioned were still alive. They were five, and I guess they could become fertile at the same time. How… I mean… How could you keep up with the… uhm… workload?”
“Ha ha ha!” – Deimos heartily laughed – “It was a heavy ‘workload’ indeed! When a Wife is ready for the insemination, the husbands must do their duty, without exceptions. There were times when we had to inseminate four Wives on the same day. And before you ask, no, it wasn’t that pleasant. The first or the second one, maybe, but then our helpers had to force us to be ready again, and again… It feels like a torture being forced to stay hard after two orgasms. But I never failed my wives, nor Eclipse.”
“Oh, shit… not again…” – Jason murmured, mortified, sporting again an irrepressible hard-on under his tunic – “Just thinking of you making love to four women a day made me feel… well…”
“Don’t be sorry. You’re a man, it’s all natural” – Deimos comforted him – “I shared my deepest intimacy with you, so don’t be ashamed of sharing your intimacy with me…”
By now, Jason had finished rinsing and drying Deimos’ body, and helped him off the table; naked as he was, Deimos moved to the only armchair in the room and sat on it, and Jason had no choice but sitting on the floor, at his feet.
“So… being the First Husband doesn’t grant you any particular perk…” – Jason asked, looking up at Deimos; but he couldn’t stop his gaze from moving down to his flaccid cock, resting on the seat like a tired and satisfied warrior after a victorious battle.
“Oh, no, there’s a great perk, actually” – Deimos replied – “The First Husband is the one who provides the first load, and therefore I can take my time, unlike the co-husbands, who must rush and give their loads as soon as I’m done. Today in particular I greatly enjoyed being the First Husband, and with your help I’ll enjoy it every time, from now on!”
“My help? I didn’t even know when to put my hands… I told you: up until today, I had never touched a man. Or a woman, for that matter…”
“But you touched yourself, I can easily guess…”
“Boba-Maiii forbid!” – Jason exclaimed, outraged, but his words were still echoing in the room while doubts began filling his mind. He’d been told since he entered puberty that it was a capital sin for a man seeking solitary pleasure and wasting his seed. But… who stated that cruel rule? Did Boba-Maiii really want men in their prime burn inside for the irrepressible desire without ever having any chance to get relief? The rule maybe had a meaning if applied to the Darks, whose seed was precious; and maybe it was a good rule back in the day, when there were many women and Pales could find a mate. But now, with the only woman still alive obviously destined to the Darks, could Boba-Maiii really want the Pales to suffer that much?
«Is Boba-Maiii even real?» – Jason wondered again, like he’d wondered so many times, lately.
Deimos’ warm voice broke the sudden, tense silence: “I feel terrible, thinking at the… tension you must bear day after day… I wish I could help you…”
Jason looked up with a bright smile that dispelled the tense vibes: “Thank you for saying so. But I’m your helper, not the other way round, right?”. And his eyes lowered again to the massive black manhood lazily resting on the seat, between Deimos’ legs.
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