≈ Ch. 20: BOBA-MAIII’S HELP ≈
~ Dark Fury ~
Deimos was restless. Darek, his former helper, seemed to hide something, when he came in to summon Jason to the Birth Room, claiming there was a sort of emergency. Why did they send Darek, of all the Eclipsians? And what emergency could be there, requiring Jason’s presence?
As they’d summoned only Jason, Deimos decided to stay in his room, at first, not to intrude in the affairs of the Guardian; but as the minutes went on, he felt more and more restless and anxious. Something was wrong. His inner alarm bells were ringing.
He had to know. He hastily got dressed and walked at a fast pace to the Birth Room. When he went in, the room was deserted, so he moved out, to the Main Hall, where he spotted Darek in a corner.
“Where is he?” – Deimos sternly asked to Darek, towering over him. Darek looked a bit intimidated, but replied with a defiant tone: “Who are you talking about?”
“Don’t play with me!!” – the Dark exploded, pointing a menacing finger at his former helper – “Jason! Where is he? What is the ‘emergency’ he had to take care of?”
“I… I don’t know.” – Darek replied, scared by Deimos’ outburst of rage – “I just did w… what I’d been told to.”
With a lightning move, Deimos shoved Darek into the wall behind him and grabbed his throat in a steely grip: “WHO?? Who told you to summon Jason??”
Darek could barely breathe, much less talk, but his eyes suddenly focused on Vesper, coming out of the door leading up to the Entrance Hall. Deimos turned his head and felt a cold shiver coursing down his spine. Vesper had already threatened to kill Jason, and he was now coming right from the Entrance Hall…
In a second, Deimos was on him and shoved him on his shoulder: “What have you done to Jason, motherfucker??”
“Nothing special…” – Vesper mused, confident – “I just… showed him around.”
“Outside…??” – Deimos gasped, horrified – “Did you bring him… outside??”
“There’s a charming panorama out of these walls. It’s so unfair that only us Darks can enjoy it, don’t you think so?”
With a beastly roar, Deimos pounced on Vesper, shoving him down to the ground. They furiously traded punches, under Darek’s wide eyes, and for a long time neither of them seemed to be able to subdue his opponent. But Deimos knew that every single minute could mean life or death for Jason, outside, and his desperation boosted his fury. With two powerful punches he finally beat Vesper, who lay motionless on the floor.
“Wake up, you bastard!” – Deimos shouted, slapping Vesper hard – “Now you’re coming out with me, and you will show me the exact place where you brought Jason! And if something bad happened to Jason, I swear to Boba-Maiii that I will torture you, cruelly and relentlessly, making you suffer so much that you’ll beg me to end your miserable life!!”
“All… All right. I’ll take you there” – Vesper groaned, painstakingly raising to his feet – “It’s not far from here, it’s right behind the hill South-West to the Entrance.”
While climbing up the spiral stairs leading to the Entrance Hall, Deimos exclaimed: “You’re such a fool, Vesper! How could you think and harm Jason? He’s the goddam Guardian! He directly talks to Boba-Maiii!! Didn’t you see what happened when he cursed us?”
“Ha! The curse, yeah…” – Vesper huffed, skeptic – “He must’ve used a trick of some sort, to make you fools shiver in fear in front of him! Boba-Maiii doesn’t talk through Jason! It’s impossible! Boba-Maiii wouldn’t ever allow that little brat to turn invo man after man like he did! And this includes you, cocksucker!”
Deimos was about to reply, but when they emerged in the glass dome of the Entrance Hall, their mouths sagged open, looking at the astonishing sight of the unprecedented solar eclipse. The reddish light made the entire planet and the Entrance Hall look like they were covered in blood.
Deimos’ whisper broke the oppressive silence: “Vesper… What have you done…”
Vesper fell to his knees and echoed him with a scared whine: “What have I done…”
“It’s too late to pray to Boba-Maiii, motherfucker! You have called His terrible wrath upon all of us! Now stand up and show me the place where you left Jason! NOW!”
“I… I can’t go out…” – Vesper replied with trembling voice, terrorized – “Boba-Maiii would kill me on the spot! I left Jason right beyond that low hill over there…”
“You don’t have to wait for Boba-Maiii to kill you, shithead. I’m about to do it myself!”– Deimos yelled, trying to grab Vesper, who stepped back, shaking his head: “I can’t… I can’t… May Boba-Maiii have mercy on me…”
With a sudden move, Vesper sprinted toward the hidden hallway to the Nuptial Chambers and disappeared from Deimos’ sight. For a brief moment, Deimos thought to follow him, but there was no time, Jason needed him.
With the corner of his eye, Deimos got a brief glimpse of something moving in the eerie twilight and quickly went out, to see better. He wasn’t wrong, there was something slowly moving down the low hill… A Gryx? A luan? No… it walked on two legs… Jason! He was undoubtedly Jason, who was painstakingly limping toward Eclipse. His every step seemed to be the last one.
“Almighty Boba-Maiii, save him… Let him live, as I can’t live without him…” – Deimos whispered like a mantra while running toward Jason, who briefly looked at him from the distance and fell to the ground, exhausted.
Deimos ran even faster, and in few minutes reached him. Jason looked lifeless, but when Deimos grabbed him and held him bodily, he felt that Jamos was burning hot.
“Let him live…” – Deimos went on praying to Boba-Maiii, holding Jason into his arms and walking as fast as he could toward Eclipse’s entrance.
~ A Frightful Temple ~
Jason knew he’d died and Boba-Maiii had brought him to the fabled Earth. He felt like floating in something warm, the skin didn’t burn as much as before, and he felt loved and taken care of. But Boba-Maiii didn’t exist… right? And Earth was not a sort of paradise, it was just their distant mother planet. So, where was he?
Boba-Maiii kissed him on his head, and then on his cheek, and Jason felt good, in peace; but when Boba-Maiii told him with voice broken by the tension “Wake up, Jason… Come back to me…”, Jason knew there was something wrong. He painstakingly opened his eyes and his entire field of view was filled by Deimos’ face, who was looking down at him with a worried expression.
“I’m… not dead” – Jason blurred, and Deimos almost cried for the relief: “No, my sweet Jason. You’re alive, praise be to Boba-Maiii!”
“Are we lying… in your bathtub? That’s why I felt like floating…”
“Your skin is severely sun-burnt. I thought that some warm water could lessen your pain. Did it work?”
“It wasn’t a Gryx… It was you.” – Jason murmured, remembering his last moments before fainting. Deimos chuckled: “I’ve been called in many ways, but no one ever mistook me for a Gryx! I saw you falling to the ground and ran as fast as I could to rescue you and bring you inside. Are you feeling better? Your skin just looks awful…”
Jason groaned in pain, and it wasn’t his skin hurting: it was deep inside. Apparently, the lethal rays of the twin Suns had caused greater damage than the one Deimos could see. Jason knew he needed medical help, but nothing like that had ever happened in Eclipse, and the only medical assistance was usually provided by the Guardian… which was he himself.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced to Jason’s mind: the medical bay he once visited, inside the Temple. Sure enough, Laudon and his automated medical bed could give him the help he needed… if it wasn’t too late already. Restraining a whine of pain, Jason tried to get out of the bathtub: “I… I need to go. I won’t survive for long if I don’t get help.”
“Where do you want to go? To Archon?” – Deimos inquired – “You’re too weak, let me bring you there.”
“I need to go to a place… where you don’t want to come, Deimos. I can’t ask you that.”
“I’m not going to leave you alone, should you enter a Gryx’s den! You know I’m not easily scared. Let me bring you there, wherever this place is.”
Jason knew he was too weak to walk and faintly nodded. He looked straight at Deimos and said: “All right, then. Thank you for… always being here for me, my sweet Deimos. But it won’t be easy for you. I need to go to the Temple.”
Deimos’ eyes widened: “Am I allowed to enter the Temple?”
“Yes, you are. But be warned: the Temple is very different than you may think. Now, please, lift me up… nnngghh… slowly…”
Deimos gently grabbed Jason and rose from the water, carrying Jason into his arms like he weighed nothing. Ignoring the water dripping from their drenched skins, as well as their being completely naked, Deimos walked along the hallway to the Main Hall, where many Pales were waiting anxiously: the news about Vesper’s abject attack on the Guardian had quickly spread throughout the entire Eclipse.
Archon approached them and asked, tense: “Is he still alive?”
“He is.” – Deimos replied, walking toward the Antechamber – “But he needs Boba-Maiii’s help. There’s nothing we can do for Jason, but the almighty Boba-Maiii will take care of His beloved son. Jason himself asked to be brought to the Temple.”
Archon stifled a skeptic smirk and silently nodded, opening for them the door to the Antechamber. Deimos stepped in, and when Archon opened the door to the Temple, he cautiously entered that black-painted entrance. With a shiver of tension, he heard the main door being closed behind them.
He slowly reached the opposite wall and winced when the hidden door slid sideways. They stepped into the office and Deimos stopped, puzzled. As Jason said, the Temple didn’t look at all like he’d imagined it.
“I see you’re not alone, Jason.” – Laudon’s deep voice echoed in the room, and Deimos let out a choked scream; he tried to kneel down, but with Jason in his arms was difficult. Jason reassured him: “It’s everything OK. Don’t worry about anything.”
Deimos nodded, but he still looked quite shaken. “Laudon,” – Jason called – “I need urgent medical help. Please let Deimos bring me to the medical bay.”
A sliding door opened and Deimos cautiously stepped through. Inside, there was an ample room, filled with desks and weird things, but what immediately caught Deimos’ attention was a strange bed placed in the middle of the room; scary metallic arms protruded from its four corners.
“Bring me to the medical bed” – Jason faintly said, using his last ounces of strength – “and help me lie on it.”
Deimos gently laid Jason on the bed, and noticed with worry that he’d lost consciousness.
“What happened?” – Laudon asked, and Deimos looked anxiously at Jason, but it was more than clear that he wasn’t in condition to answer the question.
“H… He stayed outside f… for about an hour” – Deimos stuttered – “More or less. I’m not sure. But when I went out to rescue him, the twin Suns had turned off, because Boba-Maiii… I mean, you… got furious with us for letting the Guardian be harmed.”
“I’m not Boba-Maiii and no one ‘turned the Suns off’” – Laudon calmly stated – “It was a solar eclipse: a natural event, but a very fortunate one, as it probably saved Jason’s life. So far, at least.”
“Please, I’m begging you… whoever you are…” – Deimos whined, his cheeks streaked with tears – “Save him. Take my life, if you want, but save him!”
“Rest assured that I’ll do whatever in my power to save Jason. And as for taking your life, I couldn’t ever do that, not even if I wanted. Now I need to examine Jason.”
The mechanical arms around the medical bed moved with weird whirring sounds, and Deimos couldn’t restrain a short scared yelp.
“You can stay, if you want” – Laudon warned – “but I see that staying here is interfering with your neural activity. You’d better go, Deimos. Jason will be taken care of in the best way. Come back tomorrow.”
Deimos didn’t want to leave Jason alone, but he thought better than ignore the ‘suggestion’ he got from Boba-Maiii… or whoever he was. So, he quickly retraced his steps, and soon he was out of the Temple, with his heart beating furiously. He didn’t understand what happened inside that sacred space, but Jason seemed to know what was going on, and Deimos calmed down. But just a little bit.
~ Soothing caresses ~
Now that Jason was in good hands, Deimos realized he was still naked. He wasn’t a shy man, but still it wasn’t appropriate for the First Husband to walk around in his birthday suit. He opened the door to the Main Hall, hoping it was deserted, but it was actually crowded, as many people had come, knowing that Jason had been brought to the Temple, as a last resort to save him.
A blond guy quickly approached Deimos, looking up at him with wide blue eyes. “Greetings, First Husband” – he timidly saluted, trying to keep his tension in check – “I’m Stellan, I’m…”
“I know you, Stellan” – Deimos replied, smiling warmly – “You are Jason’s best friend, and his roommate. And they tell me you’re also the Shepherd’s apprentice, aren’t you?”
Stellan nodded in the affirmative: “I am. How’s Jason? Is it true that you brought him to the Temple? What happened there?”
“I’m not sure I can talk about what I saw and heard in the Temple. But I’m sure there’s no better place for Jason to get the help he needs. Unfortunately, I won’t know anything more until tomorrow. I’m sure Jason will be fine. It must be so, or I…”
Deimos’s voice cracked, and Stellan unexpectedly threw his arms around Deimos’ waist and held him tight: “Thank you for all you did for Jason! You saved him! You entered the Temple! You’re so heroic!”
At first, Deimos stood still, a bit embarrassed for being held so tight while he was naked, but Stellan was so nice and sincere that he instinctively reciprocated the hug and held the guy into his strong arms. Truth to be told, Deimos needed that hug as much as Stellan, because the tension he was feeling and the strong emotions he’d experienced in the last hour or so had taken a toll on him, too.
Stellan’s body felt so good against his naked skin, his hug was so warm and comforting… and Deimos’ member reacted, twitching hard and poking against Stellan’s groin. Stellan looked up with an uncertain smile, and Deimos faintly shook his head: “I’m so sorry, ignore that. Sometimes, when a man faces an unexpected danger, his body… reacts to the tension. It’s nothing… sexual, I mean. It’s just… tension.”
“I’m the apprentice Shepherd…” – Stellan said with a warm smile – “My expertise is… soothing the men’s tension. Come with me, I’ll make you relax.”
He grabbed Deimos’ hand, but the man didn’t move: “You’re very kind, Stellan, but… I’m not in the mood for sex. I mean, Jason is in the Temple, fighting for his life…”
“As said, my duty is to give men what they need. Not just sex. You need to relax, and I don’t want you to wait alone until tomorrow. We both love Jason deeply, though… in a different way. Let’s wait together. Come.”
They climbed up to the Observation Deck, a place that Deimos had never seen before, and he looked around with wide eyes, admiring the wilderness outside the glass dome while enjoying the cool temperature inside. “This place is… amazing!” – Deimos said under his breath, afraid to break the magic of the moment.
Stellan gently nudged Deimos toward the ample bed placed in a shadowy corner and helped him lie down on the soft mattress. The sparkly clean silky sheets caressed Deimos’ back, and he let out a contented groan. Since Deimos was naked, Stellan felt natural taking away his tunic, and then lay down beside Deimos, placing a comforting hand on his wide chest and resting his head on Deimos’ muscular arm.
“You’re so handsome…” – Stellan murmured after a short while, looking at Deimos’ face – “…and so heroic! No wonder Jason is madly in love with you…”
“Is he? Did he tell you so?” – Deimos asked, and Stellan smiled tenderly: “You don’t really need me to tell you. You must’ve seen it with your own eyes. Jasons lives for you.”
Deimos smiled and closed his eyes, contented; but soon opened them again, feeling Stellan’s cautious lips giving a peck on his bearded cheek. Then a second one the shallow hollow between neck and collarbone. Stellan didn’t stop there, and went on giving little caste kisses all around the pecs, on the ribs, on the abs. Deimos felt a warmth rise inside him, as Stellan’s kisses were tender and respectful; and he enjoyed the proximity of their naked bodies slowly brushing over each other.
But soon Deimos realized that the warmth he was feeling was quickly igniting a fire in his groin. His cock, always responding to a logic of its own, thickened and stiffened to a throbbing erection.
“Wait, Stellan… Stop…” – Deimos murmured, and when Stellan looked up at him, smiling, he said, tentatively: “You’re so sweet, Stellan, and I… I don’t know what you expect from me, but…”
“Deimos, you’re a Dark, you’re the First Husband, the entire Eclipse always expect you to do something. They expect you to hunt, to dig for Stones, to help people, to inseminate the Wives, to be an example to follow. Not here. Here, you’re a man, just a man with his needs, and no one expects you to do anything. Here, you can finally think to yourself, and I’m here to take care of you, not to force you to do anything. All I want is to make you feel good, to make you relax.”
“So, please, don’t take me wrong, Stellan, but I… don’t feel to make love to you. You’re wonderful, caring, gentle and incredibly handsome, but I just can’t have sex now. Not with Jason suffering in the Temple…”
“No sex, then.” – Stellan agreed, still smiling with affection – “But at least let me give you kisses and caresses, to make you feel you’re not alone.”
Deimos didn’t want to completely reject Stellan’s respectful touch, so he conceded: “OK… but only hands and lips. No tongue, ass or anything.”
“Thank you,” Stellan replied warmly, and Deimos felt a soft surge of affection, thinking the boy grateful for nothing more than the chance to touch him. But he’d underestimated Stellan, the clever apprentice Shepherd…
~ Stellan takes care of his man ~
The young Pale slowly brushed his dry lips on Deimos’ left nipple, causing a subtle pleasure to radiate from the sensitive nub. No tongue, Deimos had stated, and Stellan complied: he used only his lips to kiss, caress and brush every inch of Deimos’ wide torso. Covering his teeth with his lips, Stellan gave soft bites to Deimos’ bulging pecs, to his belly and above all his erect nipples, making him moan for pleasure.
All the while, Stellan’s hand gently brushed along Deimos’ legs, scratching the inner thighs with his short nails and cupping the big hairy balls hanging from the stiff cock.
“Mmmhh…” – Deimos moaned softly – “I said no sex…”
“This is not sex… I’m just taking care of you…” – Stellan replied between the many little kisses – “That’s what I’m here for… You can’t always give, Deimos… Let me soothe your tension…”
The tender lips moved down to the crotch, around the base of the stiff member and focused on the plump balls, covering the wrinkled skin with small kisses. Deimos had never felt worshipped like that: Stellan’s sheer gentleness and respectful affection had won him completely. But if the guy’s intention was to soothe his tension, he clearly missed the main point, because Deimos’ groin was aching for the desire he was feeling…
“ Yes… Yes…” – Deimos uttered, with his eyes closed, when Stellan’s warm lips moved away from the balls and began climbing the thick rigid shaft. A million soft kisses covered the scorching hot skin, crawling up to the head in agonizingly slow motion, without hurry, savoring every inch of the long dark member.
“God YES!” – the Dark almost screamed when Stellan’s lips grazed the underside of the glans, tickling the sensitive frenulum, and then circled the flared crown all around. At the same time, the hand holding the shaft started moving up and down, stroking the wondrous dick with utmost sensuality. For a moment he hoped that Stellan would’ve taken his entire cock into his mouth, but he restrained his desire, out of respect for Jason, who was fighting for his life in the Temple.
“No sex…” – he groaned, his mind numbed by the desire, but still under the steely control of his willpower. “No sex, as said. Just lips and hands…” – Stellan replied, talking with his lips pressed on the sensitive glans, which made Deimos feel shivers of sudden pleasure.
Stellan recoiled for a moment, giving Deimos a little respite. He extended his hand to the floor and took from under the bed a jar of the special lube created for the Shepherds and what seemed a rectangular piece of white fabric. Deimos stared at the objects in confusion, and Stellan flashed a knowing grin: “The most sensitive part of your body needs tender care, or pleasure would turn into discomfort. We need some lube.”
“And a… tissue? What’s for?”
“This is a Shin-tsu, the most ancient of the Shepherds’ tools. It’s made of a very special fabric. According to tradition, this very piece of fabric comes from Earth, and has been handed down from Shepherd to Shepherd as the most precious treasure, for many centuries. Few men deserve to feel its caress.”
Deimos glance was priceless. He slowly shook his head, but Stellan smiled warmly: “You are one of those men.”
Under Deimos’ rapt eyes, Stellan drenched the Shin-tsu with lube, until it was literally dripping; then held the fabric taut between his hands and slowly lowered it on Deimos’ swelling glans, pressing downwards; the elastic fabric adapted to the shape of the mushroom head, covering almost completely.
Deimos inhaled sharply, welcoming the cool feeling of the slick gel over his inflamed member, and relaxed, enjoying the gentle touch of the smooth fabric firmly pressing on his sensitive skin, motionless.
But the moment of relaxation didn’t last long. Stifling a knowing grin, Stellan began moving his hands in alternate motion, slowly polishing the engorged glans, and Deimos instantly felt overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. The silky fabric, drenched with the incredibly slick special lube, relentlessly brushed against his sensitive skin, giving Deimos jolts after jolts of sheer pleasure, every time the Shin-tsu changed direction.
“OH GAWDDD!!!” – Deimos shamelessly screamed, arching his torso and pressing his head on the pillow. Not a single muscle in his powerful body was limp, and his balls quickly tightened to the base of the cock, clear sign of the excruciating pleasure he was feeling.
Between the ragged breaths, Deimos moaned: “It’s insane… Holy fuuuuck…! What are you doing to me… NNNGGHH!!”
Stellan was thrilled. He was proud, as a Shepherd, to be able to give such a great pleasure to a man he was truly in awe of. In his eyes, Deimos was an icon of virility, and not only for his sexy body, but for his big heart, too. He deserved everything in the world, and Stellan was doing his best to grant him.
The incredible sight of the handsome Dark squirming and moaning, swept away by mind-numbing ecstasy, was irresistible, and Stellan felt his own cock throbbing, demanding attention; but Stellan just ignored it, focusing on his duty: making Deimos delirious with pleasure.
He went on moving the Shin-tsu side to side, slowly, because he knew how important was to give to his man only what he could enjoy. The Shin-tsu required a careful ministration, because the sensations it could give to a man could easily become so intense to turn the pleasure into a torture. He knew well, as his mentor Rylan made him experience first-hand the incredible pleasure and the wicked torment that little piece of fabric could grant to a man.
When he was confident that Deimos could take some more, Stellan paced up the alternate motion of his hands, making the Shin-tsu brush faster on the taut skin of the glans; Deimos reacted stiffening and holding his breath, but the marveled and ecstatic expression on his face told Stellan he was doing it well.
Stellan smiled, thinking back at his own training, when he begged Rylan to finish him off after just a few minutes of that treatment; but Deimos wasn’t a hormone-driven teenager, he was a man with the capital M, and he bravely surfed the huge waves a pleasure without drowning under them.
And yet, any man has his limits. After a long while, Deimos uttered a raucous: “Make me cum… Please!”
Stellan smiled and let go of the Shin-tsu, whose sides fell down along the shaft, covering almost the entire black cock. He curled his fingers around the throbbing member covered by the slick fabric and began stroking it fast.
The warmth of Stellan’s hand and the determined grip of his fingers, coupled with the slick silkiness of the fabric, quickly pushed Deimos over the edge. With a guttural growl, he stiffened and welcomed the ‘little death’ of the orgasm, enjoying it with every fiber of his being. His cock pulsated madly into Stellan’s hand and shot powerful plumes of man-cream with such a force that the silky fabric couldn’t contain them. Stellan couldn’t restrain himself anymore; he quickly removed the Shin-tsu and engulfed the spurting cock with his mouth, greedily sucking and swallowing Deimos’ virile essence to the last drop; and even when the contractions stopped, he went on sucking for a short while, savoring the manly taste of the sexy Dark.
When he finally let go of the shrinking cock, Deimos was laying motionless on the bed, with his eyes closed, heavily panting. The worried frown that was darkening his handsome features when he first stepped into the Observation Deck was nowhere to be seen. At long last, he seemed at peace with the world.
Stellan slowly scrambled on the bed and lay down close to Deimos, hugging him with sweet affection; Deimos groaned contented, keeping his eyes closed, and Stellan whispered into his ear: “Now sleep, my wonderful man. You’re safe. You’re loved.”
Deimos was pleasurably exhausted and smiled, enjoying Stellan’s warm body pressing against his own; but couldn’t ignore the stiffness of the guy’s dick pressing on his thigh: “Wait…” – he blurred, tentatively moving his hand – “I should at least… relieve your tension.”
“No” – Stellan replied, stopping Deimos’ hand with gentle determination – “This is all for you. You’re entitled to be selfish, now and then; in this special place you don’t have to take care of anyone but yourself. Now rest, Deimos, and don’t worry about me. I’m… yours.”
Deimos was won by Stellan’s incredible selflessness, and hugged him tight: “Stay with me, Stellan, don’t go away. You’re… special. Truly… special.”
And with those last slurred words, Deimos fell asleep, with a contented smile on his face, holding an ecstatic Stellan into his arms.
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