≈ Ch. 17: MALEDICTION! ≈
~ The Apprentice Shepherd ~
Jason was having breakfast in the Dining Hall, but his mind was elsewhere. Sweet memories of the wild sex he had with Deimos last night flooded his mind and made him smile; but what made his heart beat faster was remembering when Deimos told him he was ‘the one’. The one who could fill Deimos’ heart, the one Deimos could share his life with.
“Are you going to sit there with your spoon stuck in mid-air till lunchtime?”
Jason gasped, realizing that Aric was standing right beside him. Hearing Aric’s well-known gruff voice sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. “Oh! I’m sorry, I was lost in thoughts…”
“So I see. And judging by your dreaming eyes, they were beautiful thoughts. But you didn’t tell me about your encounter with the Shepherd, yesterday. He’s an interesting guy, isn’t he?”
“’Interesting’ is the understatement of the year” – Jason chuckled – “He’s just amazing! He’s a stud with a capital ‘S’, but at the same time he can surrender himself to a man on such a deep level it left me in awe. He mentioned several times how his former mentor taught him everything about taking care of the Luans… and of the men. I think he should take a pupil and pass down his… uhm… knowledge.”
“Why, are you offering yourself to fill the position?”
“What? No!” – Jason exclaimed, but then added: “I already have my hands full, with the Guardian and the First Husband, but granted, if I had spare time I would think about it.”
“I bet you would…” – Aric growled, piercing Jason with a knowing glance – “But anyway, the position has already been filled. Rylan found himself the perfect pupil, eager to learn, with an angel face and a hell of a body.”
“Who is he? Do I know him?” – Jason inquired, excited, and Aric flashed a mischievous smile: “Maybe. Come, let’s go meet him.”
Aric quickly led the way to the spiral stairs leading up to the Observation Deck and gestured to Jason to go first. Jason couldn’t wait to find out who was Rylan’s pupil, as the role required someone very keen on offering himself to any man, selflessly and unreservedly.
Great was Jason’s surprise when he entered the Observation Deck and found, lying naked on the floor and with his legs in the air, his roommate Stellan. Rylan was deeply focused on the guy’s splayed ass, pushing three well-lubed fingers into Stellan’s willing hole.
“Stellan!” – Jason exclaimed, surprised. Rylan looked toward the unexpected guests and smiled wide: “Welcome, Aric! And welcome to you, Successor. I’m afraid I’m a bit busy right now, as I’m… uhm… instructing my apprentice. But please stay, we’re both glad to have company! Aren’t we, Stellan?”
Stellan was looking with wide uncertain eyes at Jason. When he spoke, the tension in his voice went straight to Jason’s heart: “Don’t… Don’t judge me, please…”
Jason smiled with great affection and knelt close to Stellan’s head: “You know me better than that, buddy. Just one question: are you happy?”
At that moment, Rylan’s prying fingers heavily tapped on Stellan’s prostate, and the guy inhaled sharply and exclaimed: “God yes!!”
Jason chuckled: “Quite a passionate answer! Well, that’s all I need to know. You’ll be a wonderful Shepherd, one day.”
“Yeah, but before that…” – Rylan said, withdrawing his fingers – “…the boy needs to be opened up good and proper!”
Aric puffed his chest, smiling proud: “I already opened him up nicely!”
“I’m well aware of your… methods” – the Shepherd chuckled – “and you did an excellent job! But now don’t take offense, this is the time when amateurs must give way to the professionals…”
Under Aric’s and Jason’s puzzled eyes, Rylan opened a worn-out wooden box placed next to him. The box contained four objects definitely resembling a human cock, but in different sizes. “These are the instruments my mentor used to open me up, and then passed on to me. They date back to the beginning of time. They are called ‘dildoes’. No human cock can widen a boy’s ass like these dildoes, but they must be used carefully, not to hurt the Apprentice.”
He ignored the two smallest ones and picked up the third, which wasn’t huge, but still bigger than Jason's dick, or Aric’s. Rylan thoroughly greased it with the special lube provided by Laudon and pointed it at Stellan’s hole. Then, never averting his gaze from his pupil, Rylan began pushing the dildo in, slowly but with determination. Stellan was totally focused on relaxing and let the intruder fill his inner cavities, but gasped when its flared head sensually brushed over his prostate.
“Don’t tighten your hole” – Rylan warned in a low voice – “It feels good, uh? Yes boy, look, you’ve taken it all on your first try. I think you should thank Aric for this, as he opened you up quite well, didn’t he?”
Stellan looked straight at Aric and murmured, his voice made gruff for the sexual tension: “Thank you Aric… mmmhh… for opening me up so well…”
Aric’s cock jolted under his stretch skirt, and for the first time Jason saw him taken aback: “You… You’re welcome, kid.”
After giving Stellan a few long thrusts of the dildo, effortlessly feeding him its entire length, Rylan took it out with a praising nod: “Aric really did a wonderful job with you. You’re ready for the last step”. Stellan looked with some worry at the bigger dildo in Rylan’s hands and gulped down, nervous.
“Relax.” – the Shepherd said – “I won’t give you it all. Let’s start with the tip. Trust me, you can take it.”
Using lots of lube and all his experience, Rylan tried several times to make the wide helmet pass the elastic anal ring, to no avail. He glanced at Jason and asked him: “Caress him, make him relax. Show him how much you love him”. Jason happily obliged, kneeling close to Stellan and brushing his hand over his torso, his neck, his blushing cheeks. “Do you want to take that… dildo inside you?” – he asked Stellan, who eagerly nodded his head – “Good. Then show your mentor how much you trust him…”
With those words, Jason leaned over and sensually brushed his lips over Stellan’s; the chaste peck soon became a deep kiss, until Stellan moaned softly into Jason’s mouth: the thick intruder had passed the tight portal. “Good boy…” – Rylan praised – “Now, do you remember what I told you? The most important rule?”
Stellan took a couple deep breaths and then replied: “I decide what to take and what not. I can say ‘no’. This is Boba-Maiii’s law”. Rylan wore a fatherly smile and nodded: “Exactly. And you should thank the Successor, here, for making this clear.”
“Thank you, Jason…” – Stellan murmured, looking straight to his friend, who smiled back.
“Now, kid…” – Rylan continued – “…it’s your call: do you want to stop here or go further?”
“I… I want to take it all, Shepherd” – Stellan replied with passion – “I want to be ready to take care of the men who’ll come to me, no matter how well endowed they may be.”
~ Tough training ~
With a nod of acknowledgement, Rylan began pushing the massive dildo in. An inch of it easily slid into the loosened hole, then another inch. Stellan gasped when the fat head bumped into his prostate, and his own dick twitched and burped some pre-cum. Jason extended his hand to stroke his friend, but Rylan stopped him: “Don’t touch his dick, the pleasure would make him clench his hole, and it would hurt. There are times when a man must give himself to another man completely, without getting anything in return.”
Jason didn’t touch Stellan’s dick, but placed a hand on his chest, to make him relax and give him the strength to endure the penetration. He was amazed and even a bit envious, looking at his friend taking such a big dildo like a man, without complaining or whining.
But a restrained groan from Stellan made him worry; the dildo was almost entirely inside Stellan’s tight chute, but it seemed stuck against his innermost doors, that had never opened for anyone, not even for Aric. Stellan took a deep breath and looked at Rylan: “Go all the way, Shepherd. Push it in, to the last inch. I want to be like you, I want to be a good Shepherd…”
“And you’ll be, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stellan’s gaze fixated on Rylan, and his voice didn’t falter when he said like a true Shepherd: “I’m yours”. His body visibly relaxed, while he completely offered himself to his mentor, to endure the ultimate violation of his unexplored depths. A tense silence filled the Observation Deck.
Rylan’s bicep twitched, as more pressure was applied to the dildo, which didn’t move. Stellan kept his eyes closed, in deep concentration. Jason could see Rylan’s fingers grip the end of the thick intruder, pushing it harder and gyrating it, trying to overcome the final barrier. A droplet of sweat rolled down Rylan’s forehead, clear proof of the tension he himself was bearing at that moment.
“Nnngghh…” – Stellan moaned softly, clenching his fists, his eyes tightly shut with pain. Jason couldn’t stay put: “You’re hurting him! Shepherd, please, stop!”
“No!” – Stellan exclaimed, forcing his eyes open to look straight at his friend – “Don’t you remember when you asked Deimos to give you all of himself? How deeply, almost desperately you wanted to be his, completely, no matter the pain? I want the same, Jason. Borrowing your words, it hurts, yes, but this is the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt…”
Jason shut his mouth, and nodded his head, but held his friend’s hand tight, to support him. Rylan briefly caressed Stellan’s legs, to make him relax, and resumed pushing on the dildo, applying an increasing pressure. Stellan endured the rising pain like a champ, but he couldn’t restrain a choked scream when suddenly the dildo broke open the guy’s innermost doors and slid into his depths, all the way to the base.
He quickly controlled himself, muffling his moans. “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream so loud…” – Stellan murmured with a strained voice, and Rylan chuckled: “When I was in your place, my screams could be heard throughout the entire Eclipse. My mentor was old-school, ‘the harder, the better’. I’m proud of you, my boy. I’m only asking you for one last effort: can you take it?”
“Yes!” – Stellan boldly exclaimed, but soon added, with a shy smile: “… I guess.”
Rylan shot him a praising glance and gently pulled the thick dildo almost entirely out; then with a slow, steady thrust pushed it inside, all the way; Stellan groaned but didn’t flinch. Another full thrust, a bit faster, made the guy take a sharp breath in, but he didn’t protest. Soon Stellan began tilting his hips to meet the mounting thrusts, wearing a confident expression, though his sweating body revealed the effort he was putting in withstanding the onslaught.
Under everyone’s amazed eyes, Stellan’s dick began to grow and stiffen, as the pain gradually subsided and the rhythmical pressure on his prostate made his juices boil. Rylan smiled wide and his hand slowed down, to then stop altogether. With a gentle pull, the dildo plopped out of the guy’s loosened hole.
Stellan’s apparent disappointment at being denied a pleasure he’d worked so hard to deserve made Rylan wear a faint smile: “I know how you’re feeling, and I may look heartless, but cumming while being stretched to your limit is not as pleasurable as you think. Believe me, boy, as I know first-hand.”
“Forgive me, Shepherd. I trust you.” – Stellan replied, contrite, and then added with a slightly piqued tone: “But… do you really need to call me ‘boy’? I’m twenty-one, I’m a man, not a boy…”
Rylan chuckled: “Being called ‘boy’ has nothing to do with age! When you put yourself into the hands of a more experienced man, and entrust yourself to him completely, like you just did with me, you’re like a boy who’s being taught how to act like a man. I’m not belittling you, I do it out of affection. But if you don’t like it…”
“No, please, keep calling me ‘boy’ as much as you want, Shepherd!” – Stellan exclaimed, blushing – “Teach me… how to act like a man, how to act like a Shepherd!”
“Good boy…! Now stand up. You’ve done extremely well, and I think you’re ready for a… test drive.”
Rylan glanced at the ropes hanging from the ceiling, and Stellan smiled wide: “You mean… being the Shepherd for real?”
“You earned it! Assume the position!”
Stellan quickly moved to the center of the room and grabbed the hanging ropes, spreading his legs and assuming the traditional wide ‘X’ position. His dick, steel-hard for the excitement, proudly jutted from his groin.
Aric looked at the guy’s splayed ass with lustful eyes and quickly disrobed, massaging his own cock to a full erection, but Rylan grabbed him by the arm: “I know you can be sweet and caring, when you want, but the boy needs some love…”
Jason felt the two men’s eyes on him and gasped: “Me?”
“Yes, you” – Rylan replied, gently pulling up Jason’s tunic and taking it off – “You’re Stellan’s best friend, you two shared everything in your lives, and now Stellan needs to share with you what is probably the most important moment of his life. Make love to him, Jason, and turn the boy into a true Shepherd.”
Aric grumbled, dismayed, as he was already foretasting a nice fuck. Rylan went to him and helped him out of his uniform: “Come, my stud. A boy’s ass may be sweet, but I know you love stronger flavors, too…”
Rylan moved in front of Stellan, grabbed the guy’s hands and spread his legs, assuming the ritual ‘X’ position; he pressed his entire body on Stellan's, trapping their cocks between their taut abs. Two Shepherds offering their bodies in the most vulnerable position, two asses ready to be speared, two men to satisfy… Never in the long history of the Shepherding had a more erotic offer been made on the time-honored Observation Deck.
Jason took position behind Stellan, while Aric stood behind Rylan, ready to spear him.
Rylan briefly nodded to Stellan, who said with a sensual voice that resonated in the glass dome: “I’m yours, Jason”. Rylan smiled and echoed him: “I’m yours, Aric.”
The double fuck that ensued was something that the ancient dome of the Observation Deck never witnessed before. Jason confidently thrusted his cock inside his friend, making him writhe in pleasure and discovering a dominant side of himself he didn’t suspect to have. He reveled in the total intimacy he felt with Stellan, and enjoyed the waves of pleasure radiating from his own dick as much as the loud moans of pleasure Stellan couldn’t restrain.
Aric was a lot rougher, but only because he knew well that Rylan could take it in stride. At each powerful thrust, the Shepherds’ hard cocks, trapped between their groins, sensually shifted over each other, slowly bringing both mentor and pupil toward the peak of their pleasure.
Already tried from his long ‘training’, Stellan was the first to succumb to pleasure, and squirmed hard, while bathing his mentor’s groin and cock with his youthful seed. Jason bravely tried to resist the irresistible anal contractions that were powerfully milking his dick, but when he saw Rylan and Stellan share a hungry sloppy kiss, lost control and inundated his friend’s insides with his manly essence.
Rylan was on the verge of his climax, feeling his cock erotically brushing against Stellan’s, made slick by his seed; but he stoically resisted, as he wanted his man to cum first, like a good Shepherd should do. But Aric had other plans: he knew how important it was for the Shepherd not to cum before his man, and yet he kept battering his prostate with masterful thrusts, looking at his face with a mischievous smirk.
Rylan was trembling, desperate to resist and hold back his impending orgasm, and pleaded under his breath: “Please, cum, Aric! Don’t humiliate me in front of my pupil…”
Aric felt guilty, as he was just playing, he didn’t mean to humiliate Rylan, and immediately slowed down, to give him a breather; it didn’t take long for Aric to reach the peak of his pleasure, and shoved his cock one last time into the loosened chute, flooding it with his man-juice.
“Thank you, my wonderful, sexy stud…” – Rylan uttered in a coarse voice, finally letting go and releasing the pressure that had been building inside his groin during the incredible fuck.
A contented silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of the four men, filled the glass dome. Eclipse had a new, young and enthusiastic Shepherd.
~ Pales, Darks and Boba-Maiii ~
In the afternoon, after a long shower and a hearty meal (as hearty as the tasteless brown pudding can be), Jason went to the Antechamber, looking for Archon. The Guardian was sitting at his desk, with a thoughtful expression, rolling between his fingers a pen, which he still saw as a sort of wondrous brush that contained the color inside itself.
“I’m sorry I came this late! But… didn’t the Darks bring any Holy Stone?” – Jason asked, surprised, as he couldn’t see any crystal of Radiant in the room. Archon smiled: “They did! There were nine, would you believe that? The Darks have been truly wonderful. Boba-Maiii will be happy for a long time… I hope.”
“I’m glad they were so… productive” – the guy replied, inwardly smiling, remembering how Deimos used that term to describe his double ejaculation – “I see you already… uhm… offered all the Holy Stones to Boba-Maiii. I’m sorry you had to do everything by yourself, without my help.”
Archon dropped the pen, wearing a mischievous grin. “They were nine, but not particularly big” – he said, standing up and moving closer to Jason, so close that the guy could feel the warmth of his mentor’s body; a warmth that made his cheeks flush with a sparkle of desire.
“And besides… this old body can still make wonders, sometimes…” – Archon concluded in a low, enticing tone. Jason gulped and tried to reply, but he felt overwhelmed by Archon’s seductive presence. He remembered very well the ‘wonders’ Archon’s body could make.
They locked eyes for a few long moments, and then Archon inhaled, breaking the sensual tension: “Look at me… Trying to seduce a guy forty years younger than me…”. His words were shy, but he sounded quite proud of still having such an obvious effect on a young stud like Jason.
The guy was about to reply, but they heard a weird sound, like a soft whining, coming from the adjacent Birth Room. Jason opened the door and gasped, seeing a young Pale guy, barely eighteen, in a terrible state; he had a large bruise on his face, his tunic was partly torn and his cheeks were streaked with tears.
“Jael!” – Jason exclaimed, alarmed, recognizing his young friend – “What happened?”
Archon quickly joined them, and Jael ran to him, holding on tight to him, sobbing desperately. “Rufus…” – he haltingly explained through the irrepressible sobs – “He blocked me in a hallway… He said he needed a new helper… I was dubious, because there are no inseminations, but he said I couldn’t refuse, as it was Boba-Maiii’s law…”
Both Jason and Archon easily guessed what happened next and exchanged a shocked glance, but they didn’t stop Jael, as he needed to let everything out.
“He roughly dragged me to the co-husbands’ room and shoved me on a bed, his intentions were way too clear… I protested, I tried to call for help, but he hit me hard, threatening to kill me and saying that I was just Pale scum, that no one would ever care to come and help me… And then he ripped my tunic and… forced himself upon me. It hurt like hell. I’d never done anything like that, but I realized he was doing it as brutally as possible, as if he wanted to punish me for something… But I didn’t do anything bad, I swear!”
Archon held Jael tight and comforted him: “You didn’t do anything bad, my boy. Nothing of what happened can remotely be your fault. It’s over, now, you’re safe. That Rufus… is an animal, always been. We’ll take care of you, calm down, you’re safe.”
Jason was furious and looked straight at Archon: “What are you going to do about that? We can’t let Rufus go away with it without punishing him!”
Archon frowned: “He’s a Dark… What can we do? We can’t punish him!”
“You are the Guardian, for fuck’s sake!” – Jason yelled, but Archon shook his head: “And what should that mean? I’m a guide, a counsellor, I don’t have the authority to punish anyone! Far less you!”
Jason stared at his mentor for a few long moments, feeling a mounting fury inside him, and then exploded: “That beast has hurt an innocent boy!! And he even exploited Boba-Maiii’s law to do that! We don’t have the authority to punish him, you say? Ha! We’ll see about that!”
He strode across the Birth Room and began pulling hard on the cord connected to the Nativity Bell, the traditional signal to call for the entire population of Eclipse to gather in the Main Hall to witness a new birth. He waited a few minutes to let the people gather, then threw wide open the double doors to the Main Hall.
Everyone was there, waiting in a puzzled silence, as they knew well that no birth was due for many months. At the very front stood Deimos, with the other Darks around him. Behind them, Pales of all ages, including underage boys and kids, filled the Hall. All the eyes were on Jason. Archon stood aside, keeping a protective arm around Jael’s shoulders.
“Bring the youngsters to their rooms” – Jason sternly ordered, and a couple adults quickly gathered the boys and pushed them out of the Main Hall. A thick, tense silence fell in the wide room.
~ Malediction! ~
“Rufus!” – Jason called, his voice carrying across the Hall as he faced the old Dark – “Before the people of Eclipse, answer: is it true that you savagely defiled young Jael, forcing yourself upon him with lustful brutality? Is it true that you lured him into fulfilling your vile desires under the name of Boba-Maiii?”
A collective gasp coursed through the hall, while Rufus defiantly took a step forward: “I’m a man, and a man has his needs! Pearl, that Pale bitch, keeps her precious snatch locked tighter than a vault! And thanks to you, you little shit, the Shepherd doesn’t grant me his services anymore! It’s only natural that a man finds… alternate ways to relieve the tension! What’s all this fuss about a real man fucking a…”
“…Pale scum? Your words, right?” – Jason completed with an incinerating glance.
Deimos, who was right next to Rufus, turned his head and shot a glance of revulsion at him, stepping back, as if he couldn’t stand staying so close to such a monster. Jason noticed Deimos’ reaction and loved the purity of his heart; at the same time, he couldn’t help but notice that Vesper and young Castor were nodding in agreement, and even patted on Rufus’ back, clearly sharing his abominable point of view.
There was a roar across the hall, and many Pales shouted their indignation: “We should make the filthy Darks taste their own medicine!”, “Yeah! Let’s tear apart their precious black holes like they did to our Jael!”, “This ‘Pale scum’ is going to show those Dark beasts what being a real man means!”
Jason was alarmed by the Pales’ reaction, and immediately bellowed, with a reproaching expression: “STOP IT!! What is this, the Law of Talion? Eye for an eye? Are we going to repay blind brutality with blind brutality? Moreover, punishing innocents only because they have the ‘wrong’ skin color?? I can’t believe my own ears! Rufus has vilely hurt an innocent boy, and he will get a rightful punishment for that!”
The crowd’s reaction was not the one Jason expected. Some Pales angrily stepped forward, yelling “Who the hell do you think you are, telling us what we can and can’t do?”. At the same time Rufus, flanked by Vesper and Castor, moved toward Jason with a menacing expression on his face: “Should you punish me? Ha! And under what authority? You’re not even the Guardian!”
Jason was aghast. Realizing that the situation was quickly slipping through his fingers, he stepped back a couple of paces, scared, and resorted to the one thing he’d least wanted to: he raised his arms up, in a solemn pose, and intoned aloud: “Laudon, Boba-Maiii!!”
Both the Pales and the Darks hesitated, but they didn’t bend the knee.
“O almighty Boba-Maiii!” – Jason thundered, pointing a finger at the angry men – “Punish those who dare to strike against the one who speaks in Your name! Blind them with impenetrable darkness! Make an endless night fall upon Eclipse!!”
In an instant, every light in Eclipse vanished, plunging the underground base into a suffocating, absolute darkness. Not even the faintest glimmer dared to pierce the oppressive black veil that enveloped them all, as if Boba-Maiii himself had willed the light to die forever. Loud cries of fear echoed in the Main Hall, and many pleas for mercy reached Jason’s ears through the darkness.
“Rufus!!” – Jason yelled in the darkness to overcome the clamor – “Bend your pride to Boba-Maiii’s will! Do you accept the rightful punishment for your hideous crime?”
All the voices trailed off to a tense silence, and everyone could clearly hear Rufus’ defeated words: “I will. May Boba-Maiii have mercy on me.”
“Laudon!” – Jason exclaimed – “Boba-Maiii, in Your infinite benevolence, let Your light shine once more upon those who hold sacred Your name, and may it guide them through the darkness!”
One by one, all the lights came up again, revealing the tense, scared expression of both Pales and Darks. All eyes focused on Jason, looking at him with astonishment and reverence. Many Pales, and even Deimos and Helios, bent the knee as a sign of respect to Jason and to the prodigy that had, through him, just unfolded before their very eyes
For many long moments, nobody moved, until Archon slowly walked to Jason and stood in front of him in a solemn expression. Then, much to Jason’s surprise, he took the key to the Temple that was hanging on his chest, and ritually placed it around Jason’s neck. His words shocked Jason, as much as most of the bystanders: “I honor you, Guardian! May Boba-Maiii ever watch over you and, through you, over us all!”
A thunderous ovation exploded in the hall, but Jason looked at his mentor seriously, whispering under his breath: “Archon! I can’t lie to you… All of this was nothing but…”
“Shh.” – Archon shushed him with a fatherly wink – “I understand better than I’d like to. For this very reason, I know exactly how hard it was for you to take this step. And yet, you took it, because your role, and Eclipse, needed it. I’m too old for this, while you have the energy, the passion and the strength to bear the burden of the task awaiting you. I’m so proud of you, Jason. I truly honor you, Guardian, with all my heart.”
Amidst the ongoing handclaps and cheers, Archon hugged Jason, and held him tighter when he began quietly sobbing over his shoulder.
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