≈ Ch. 21: MAN-LOVE 101 ≈
~ Lessons in man-love ~
Deimos’ restful sleep didn’t last long, no more than a couple hours, but he woke up refreshed and pleasantly mellow. The warmth of Stellan’s body draped over him was calming and comforting, and the sunlight flowing freely inside the Observation Deck through the glass dome was beautiful.
Stellan wasn’t sleeping, and immediately looked up at Deimos, happy to see him relaxed, but his smile faded a bit when Deimos moved to get out of the bed: “I should go and check on Jason… Maybe he needs me…”
“It’s too early, don’t you think so?” – Stellan replied, shrugging his shoulders – “You’ve been told to go back to the Temple tomorrow, and you came from there only few hours ago. Stay here a little more. I’m in pain for Jason as much as you are, but he’s in Boba-Maiii’s hands. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.”
“You’re right” – Deimos conceded, and lay down again on the soft mattress. For a few minutes no one spoke, but at some point Deimos turned to Stellan with an uncertain expression: “You’re the Apprentice Shepherd… You know a lot about man-love… But I learned the little I know just doing it, following the instinct and going with the flow. I’m… uhm… I’m afraid I’m not a good lover for Jason. Maybe I’m missing something important, I don’t know…”
“I think you’re a wonderful lover” – Stellan said, smiling, but Deimos was not sure: “Say… Will you give me… don’t know… lessons in love? Explain me how thing really work between two men?”
Stellan flashed an urchin grin and got off the bed, reached the center of the dome and firmly grabbed the ropes hanging from the ceiling, parting his legs in a perfect ‘Shepherd position’. “OK. Man-love 101!” – he playfully announced; Deimos reached the guy and stood in front of him: “Where should we start?”
“First thing first, you have to arouse your man…”
“You mean arouse Jason” – Deimos objected – “He’s the only man I’m going to make love to…“
“Your man” – the guy insisted with a knowing grin, and Deimos seemed a bit uneasy, looking at the ropes and Stellan’s blatantly splayed position: “I just want some tips, some expert advice. Are you sure this is really needed?”
Stellan bore his eyes into Deimos’: “This is not just a sexual position, it’s a state of mind, the very essence of the Shepherding…” – Stellan explained – “Whether it’s for sex or just… lessons, this way I can truly give myself to you unreservedly, without holding back. Only in this position I can truly be… yours.”
The last word left Stellan’s lips in a sensual breath, and Deimos gasped, looking down at his own crotch, where his manhood just had a sudden jolt. He looked up at Stellan’s big blue eyes and felt a warmth inside, an affection he’d rarely felt. Out of instinct, he leaned toward the guy and gave him a deep kiss, to express his gratitude, his affection and his respect for him. The kiss went on for a while, and then Stellan recoiled with an embarrassed expression: “I don’t think you really need help on the ‘arouse’ subject…”
They both looked at Stellan’s groin, where his beautiful stiff dick was proudly jutting from his groin. Deimos chuckled, but shook his head: “I want to know more. What if Jason needs… a bit more to fire up that a kiss?”
“It’s true, sometimes a man needs something more, especially if there’s no romantic involvement. Take position behind me.” Stellan instructed, and Deimos quickly complied – “Now reach around to my torso, brush your hands against my chest… yes this way… slowly… explore my skin, flicker your fingers on my nipples… ooohh… yes… The lighter the touch the more intense the pleasure…”
Deimos gladly followed the instructions, and very much enjoyed feeling Stellan’s skin under his fingers. Not a single spot was out of his reach, not even the most private ones, and Deimos understood why it was so important for Stellan to stand in his splayed position: he was truly offering to Deimos his entire body, and the Dark felt spurred to take more and more of it. He pressed his own muscular body on Stellan’s back, giving light kisses on his shoulder and roaming his entire body with growing sensuality, moving down to the groin and gently grabbing his manhood.
“Am I doing it well?” – he asked, and Stellan softly moaned: “Yesss… Keep doing it… Oh, your hands are so big… so strong… and yet they feel like velvet on my skin…”
By now Stellan was fully hard and was breathing harder. “T… The first lesson is over” – he stuttered, regaining his pose – “We should move to the next subject: preparing a man for anal sex.”
Deimos moved around and faced Stellan with an uncertain expression: “You’re so sexy, but… uhm… I don’t feel to have sex right now…”
“And we won’t have sex” – Stellan replied, but his lips curved in an urchin grin revealed he had something in mind – “Take the lube, it’s that small jar on the floor. Dip two fingers into the lube and massage my hole… yes… mmmh… yes, this way… spread the lube all around my tight, helpless hole…”
“Aww, fuck…” – Deimos growled to himself, as his cock jolted once more under his loincloth. Stellan’s blond hair and his big blue eyes made him look younger than his age, his perfect skin was soft under Deimos’ touch, and the enticing way he helplessly offered himself to his man was irresistible. Yet Deimos restrained his urges and went on spreading the lube around the guy’s splayed, vulnerable hole.
“Ahh… Shove them in…” – Stellan moaned, writhing for the desire, temporarily losing control, but soon regained his poise with some difficulty – “I mean, put your fingers inside me, spread the lube on the inner walls of my hole…”
“Both fingers? Isn’t it… a bit too much?”
“You’re right, with another man you should start with one finger, but I’m well-trained, and you lubed me more than any man ever does…”
Deimos cautiously pushed two fingers inside Stellan’s warm hole, that opened up to welcome the thick slick fingers. A stifled moan escaped Stellan’s lips, and Deimos added more lube and a third finger, to gently loosen the guy’s anal ring. While cautiously exploring Stellan’s insides, Deimos brushed his fingertips on the guy’s prostate, but instantly froze when Stellan uttered a choked growl and shivered: “Am I hurting you?”
“God no… What you’re doing to me is just wonderful… That spot you just felt under your finger… that’s a man’s joy button… Gently tap your finger on it, and you’ll… OOHHH… Yes… Yes!! Like this…!!”
~ The rules of Shepherding ~
Stellan was shivering for the apparent pleasure he was feeling, his dick was drooling precum, and Deimos smiled, knowing that he was doing it right. With tender determination, he sensually caressed and massaged the sensitive gland, rolling his fingertips over it, wriggling his fingers and tapping on the swollen mound. Stellan’s moans were music to Deimos’ ears, and his own cock jolted again under the loincloth, caught by the aura of sensuality radiating from Stellan’s writhing body.
“N… Now there’s… mmmhh… a trick that… OOOHH… that few men know...” – Stellan haltingly said, desperately trying to keep a firm voice, as suitable for a lesson – “Rotate your palm facing you… arch the fingers inside my hole… yeah… Can you feel your thumb touching my perineum? Mmmhh… It’s the stiff mound right behind my balls… Yes, there…!”
Deimos followed Stellans directions, and massaged the guy’s perineum with his thumb, while the fingers inside his hole went on assaulting the prostate.
“If you gently squeeze your fingers… oh god…” – Stellan breathed – “…you can literally squeeze my prostate… try it… it’s… FUCK YES!”
Stellan bucked when Deimos pressed his thumb against the inner fingers, trapping the guy’s tender joy button in a loving grip. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release. Stellan was visibly trembling, his moans filled the glass dome, but he suddenly stiffened with a sharp breath: “Slow down… Please, Deimos, slow down, or you’ll make me cum!”
“I’d love to see you cum…” – Deimos replied in a sensual tone, but Stellan shook his head: “You should cum first…”
“We said we were not going to have sex…” – Deimos playfully said, now guessing the guy’s plans – “You wanted to lure me into fucking you, didn’t you? I’d love it, I really would. But I want to… save myself for Jason, if it does make sense.”
“MMMHH…!!” – Stellan moaned loud, trying hard to keep his urge to cum under control – “Your care for Jason is irresistible… I understand… but if you're not going to cum… ooohh… then I shouldn’t, either…”
“Then don’t cum…” – Deimos said with an urchin grin, going on with his irresistible prostate massage, placing his free hand on Stellan’s abs and caressing his torso, up to the pointy, stiff nipple. The additional pleasure made Stellan moan loud, throwing his head back.
“The… The Shepherd doesn’t cum… before his man…!” – Stellan haltingly moaned, talking more to himself than to Deimos – “I mustn’t cum… AWW… I must hold back… MMMHH…”
The guy’s strenuous efforts to restrain his orgasm was erotic beyond belief, and Deimos felt his own body on fire. He suddenly remembered how he’d recently discovered with Jason that he almost had no gag reflex, and decided to deal Stellan the final blow. Literally.
He opened his bearded mouth wide and pounced on Stellan’s throbbing cock, taking it all inside his mouth, down to his throat, in a single swift move.
“FUUUCK!! Oh, sorry…. FUCK!!” – Stellan screamed, as his entire body was assaulted with sensual ferocity. His prostate rhythmically squeezed, his nipples masterfully titillated, and now his cock irresistibly crushed by the strong throat muscles of the most dominant and sexy Dark of entire Eclipse, were just too much to bear. “Boba-Maiii help me…! I must not… I don’t… AAAAGGGHH!!!!”
Stellan bucked wildly, screaming loud, swept away by the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. The strenuous effort he’d put into holding back only made his sexual tension rise to unexplored peaks, and that tension had just exploded into his groin with the force of an anti-matter bomb. He felt his mind go numb and his knees go weak, and yet his hands didn’t release the grip on the hanging ropes, nor his legs moved from his splayed position.
Thick ropes of warm man-juice flooded Deimos’ mouth, who didn’t recoil, but rather accepted the slick semen as a precious gift, and swallowed it all, to the last drop.
Slowly, Stellan’s massive orgasm trailed off, he started trembling and softly pleaded: “Hold me… Please hold me…”
Deimos stood up and flung his strong arms around the guy, who let go of the ropes, at long last. For many long moments they stood there, in the middle of the glass dome, letting the emotions seep into their souls.
“I should’ve restrained myself…” – Stellan murmured after a while, talking into Deimos’ broad chest – “It’s one of the most important rules of the Shepherding. I failed…”
A firm, authoritative voice echoed in the room: “I actually witnessed one of the most epic acts of Shepherding. And… one of the most erotic.”
“Rylan!” – Jason exclaimed, raising his gaze over his mentor – “How long have you been watching us?”
“Long enough to see that no matter how devastating and mind-blowing your pleasure was, you kept your position, proudly and firmly, like a true Shepherd. You gave all of yourself to your man, to the last bit, and went on offering yourself even if you dearly wanted him to stop… which would’ve been a pity.”
“But… one of the most important rules of the Shepherding is to never cum before your man!” – Stellan objected – “You taught me!”
Rylan smiled fatherly, moved to Jason’s back and hugged him from behind, taking him from Deimos’ arms, casting him a knowing glance. “There’s an even more important rule: a Shepherd gives to his man whatever he wants, the way he wants. And I would say that Deimos wanted from you the ultimate proof of devotion, your unrestrained pleasure. You didn’t fail him, even though you wanted to restrain yourself with every fiber of your being.”
Jason turned around, into Rylan’s arms, and threw his arms around his waist, hugging him tight: “Thank you, Rylan. You always put things into the right perspective. I’m happy not to have disappointed you.”
“Disappointed? No, my boy. I was actually in awe. Orgasms like that, that make your mind and legs go weak, rarely happen to a man… if ever” – Rylan concluded with a hint of sorrow.
Jason’s cautious gaze rose to Rylan’s eyes. “You mean you have never… felt like that?” – he inquired, surprised, and when his mentor briefly shook his head, a fleeting frown darkening his handsome face, Jason’s mouth curved in an urchin half-smile: “This can’t be. One of these days I will make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to stand on your feet. It’s a promise.”
Rylan’s cock jolted against Jason’s groin and his mustached mouth distended into a warm, loving smile, moment before locking to Jason’s lips, in a passionate kiss that sealed, once more, the deep bound that tied them.
~ Back to life ~
Jason opened his eyes, on the operating bed immersed in the dim light of the medical bay. He felt sore all over, like he’d been trampled by a stampede of crazed Luans, but his mind instantly focused on a much more important, and quite surprising, notion…
“I’m alive…!”
“You are” – Laudon’s confirmed with his usual matter-of-fact tone.
“What have you done to me? I don’t feel my skin burn anymore… It’s almost a miracle – he added, looking with surprise at his own body, where a visible tan had taken the place of the harsh sunburns – “You cured me!”
“I hope so.”
Jason couldn’t restrain a faint chuckle: “It’s always a struggle to get anything out of you! What you mean you ‘hope’ to have cured me?”
“The sunrays cause damages that go much deeper than your skin. The radiation has severely damaged your DNA. Do you know what the DNA is?”
“Not… exactly” – Jason lied, as he’d never head that word.
“In simple terms, it’s a sort of map of your entire being. It contains all the information regarding your exterior look, your inner organs, every part of you, to the last cell. The radiation destroyed part of that set of information, and I had to… rebuild the missing parts. It’s a procedure I’d never done before, thus my uncertainty about the results.”
“Have you… written new information into my DNA?”
I took them from a different DNA, that I knew for sure was compatible with yours: the DNA of Obsidia, your mother. Now your body is working to… adapt to the modified set of information. I can’t tell for sure what parts of you will be affected. Your skin will be permanently tanned, this I can tell you with certainty, because I added the special gene that makes the Darks resistant to the sunrays. You can now go out without risking your life. At least, in theory.”
“I’m not going to put your theory to test” – Jason chuckled, but his amusement was short-lived – “Does this mean I’m going to… become another person?”
“What makes you the person you are is not how your skin looks like. What you learned and experienced so far made you the Jason you know, and that won’t change.”
Jason was suddenly hit by the memory of his recent experience, and above all the incredible total eclipse that saved his life. He prayed to Boba-Maiii to save him, and an unprecedented event had happened. Was it by coincidence?
“Laudon…” – he cautiously inquired – “what are the probabilities of a total solar eclipse on this planet? It must be a rare event…”
“Rare is a euphemism. The probabilities are close to null, but are not zero. It may happen once in two point fifty-four million years, roughly. Maybe the last one happened long ago.”
“…or perhaps there truly is a supernatural being watching over us. Not Boba-Maiii, of course, but… someone else? What do you think, Laudon? Does a god exist?”
“I do not have enough information to answer your question. In the long history of mankind, people have believed in several gods, who had one thing in common: believing in them was an act of faith, as no proof of their existence was ever offered, and it was even considered wrong to search for such proof. There are many things humans once did not know, and gradually came to understand. Many things humans still do not know, and will probably uncover in the future. All I know is that if something exists, it seldom remains obscure forever.”
Jason raised sitting with a smirk of soreness, and slowly climbed down the operating table: “We’ll talk about God another time. Now I have to go to Deimos, as he’ll be in pain for me. Do you know where he is?”
“He spent some time in the Observation Deck, but I recently recorded his voice in the Birth Room. I can’t see him, but he seems anxious about coming here to the Medical Bay… or ‘the Temple’, as Eclipsians call this place.”
“It must’ve been a shock for him coming here for the first time. I’m going to him. He’ll be relieved to know that I’m not going to die.”
“Not in the immediate future.” – Laudon confirmed, making a shiver course through Jason’s spine – ”As said, I had to perform an undocumented procedure, and I need to check how the DNA transplant is working.”
“I… uhm… I’ll come for a check-up on a regular basis” – Jason said with a streak of anxiety in his voice that soon melted into a thankful tone – “Now I’m going. Thank you Laudon. You saved my life. Say… are you sure you can’t control the movements of the twin Suns?”
“My capabilities do not extend that far.”
~ Hard truth ~
Jason hurriedly left the Temple, crossed the Antechamber with long strides and opened the door to the Birth Room. Deimos was there, and his expression when he saw Jason walking on his own legs was so sweet that went straight to Jason’s heart.
“Jason!! I was so in pain!” – Deimos exclaimed, holding him in a bear hug – “Praise be to Boba-Maiii! He saved you!”
Jason raveled for a moment in the warmth of Deimos’ arms, but he still felt sore. Also, Deimos’ last exclamation made him cringe, as he couldn’t delay any longer revealing the truth about Boba-Maiii and Laudon. He gently wriggled out of Deimos’ grip and pulled him by the hand toward the big bed of the Birth Room: “Come, Deimos. I have to tell you a lot of things. Things that… will probably shock you, and I wish I could spare you this, but I must be totally sincere with you. You’ve seen the ‘Temple’. I bet it didn’t look like you expected…”
Deimos lied on the bed at Jason’s side, propping himself on an elbow to better look at him in the eye: “Yes, it was… weird. Quite scary, actually.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of. What everyone calls ‘the Temple’ is actually the ancient Medical Bay of Eclipse. Long ago, before Adam and Eve, Eclipsians went there to be cured from injuries and illness, and were taken care of by specialized scientists.”
“Before Adam and Eve? You mean before Boba-Maiii… exterminated the Eclipsians because he was angry?”
“It was an accident, not Boba-Maiii’s fury. A human error. Boba-Maiii couldn’t possibly do that, simply because… he was long dead.”
Deimos’ shocked expression made Jason cringe, but he had to push the blade to the hilt: “Look at that… black painting on the wall…” – he said, pointing at one of the many unused monitors scattered all over Eclipse – “Laudon! Show an image of Boba-Maiii on the monitor of the Birth Room!”
The monitor suddenly came alive, and a photo of the Commodore filled the screen, looking at them with his authoritative, and yet fatherly gaze. “Let me introduce you to Commodore Barack Obama the Third. Boba-Maiii. He was the commander of the expedition that first came here to this planet, and founded the Eclipse base. All the Eclipsians loved and respected him deeply, and when he died, people began to honor him as a mythical figure, and later on as a god. But he was a man. An exceptional man, but still a man. And he died centuries ago. His uniform is still in the Antechamber and this compass…” – he added, taking the ancient compass from the inner pocket of his vest – “…was his most treasured possession. It guided me toward Eclipse, when I was out there.”
“How can you say Boba-Maiii does not exist!!” – Deimos exclaimed, his voice broken by the shock – “Haven’t you seen what he did to save your life? He turned off the twin Suns!”
“Listen… I can’t really say if there is, or there’s not, a benevolent god watching over us. All I can say is that if there’s a god, his name is not Boba-Maiii. You can believe in him, of course, I’m not saying you’re wrong. And you can even keep calling him Boba-Maiii, but I had to tell you the truth.”
“But… But… You recently threw Boba-Maiii’s curse over Eclipse, making us all go blind for a few terrible moments…”
“It wasn’t Boba-Maiii. I just asked Laudon to turn off all the lights in the entire Eclipse. We’re underground, not the faintest sunray can get here. You were not blind, there was just an impenetrable darkness. It wasn’t anything… supernatural. It was a trick, and I’m ashamed to admit it. I fooled everybody, including you. Forgive me.”
“But you prayed to Boba-Maiii with the traditional invocation…” – Deimos almost whined, still weakly fighting, as the truth seeped inside his heart.
“Laudon is not an invocation, it’s the name of the Artificial Intelligence operating Eclipse. He turns the light on and off, provides food, maintains the entire base… and cured me in the Medical Bay. It’s an incredibly advanced machine, but he’s not human, nor supernatural. He was created and programmed by human scientists to help Eclipsians and run the base. You heard his voice in the Medical Bay, and only there, because that’s the only place he can talk to us. In the rest of the base, he can only listen to us, through the black ‘paintings’ or the ‘altars’.”
Deimos was staring at Jason with void eyes, shocked to his core. Everything made sense, and he had no reason not to believe Jason, but still it was a hard blow.
Jason gently pushed him down to his back and climbed over him, locking eyes with him: “You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known. I’m sorry for shocking you, but I couldn’t go on lying to you. I need your support, I need your love… and I need to love you, and I couldn’t do it without being sincere with you. I love you Deimos. I love you more than I can say…”
His lips slowly moved down, brushing on Deimos’ bearded mouth, tenderly, cautiously, and slowly Deimos responded, pressing his lips on Jason’s and sharing a loving, deep kiss that wiped away his anxiety, his shock, the entire Eclipse. Jason loved him, and he loved him back, with every bit of himself.
Every bit including his most unruly one, apparently, because his manhood came to life, fueled by the passion of the kiss, and thickened against Jason’s groin. Jason recoiled, chuckling: “I’m glad you feel better. But… I know you’ve spent hours in the Observation Deck: didn’t Stellan or Rylan take care of your… necessities?”
“Well… uhm…” – Deimos replied, uncomfortable – “Stellan actually did something… with a sort of ancient cloth… He said I needed to relieve my tension… But he only used his hands! Uhm… almost.”
“An ancient cloth in Stellan’s hands sounds intriguing” – Jason chuckled – “But then, didn’t you make love to him?”
“Stellan would’ve gladly done that. You know, when he offers himself in that vulnerable position and says ‘I’m yours’ with sheer sensuality, it’s almost impossible to refuse…”
“And yet, you restrained yourself. But why? Stellan is young, sexy and experienced, any man would gladly make love to him…”
Deimos fiddled with his own fingers, clearly uneasy, and breathed: “I… well… I wanted… uhm… to save myself for you.”
“You… You saved…” – Jason murmured with choked voice, taken aback and overwhelmed by Deimos’ proof of devotion. His eyes became lakes of pure love, as his lips locked again on Deimos’, in a churning, breathtaking kiss, while a tear of love and gratitude dripped over Deimos’ stubbled face.
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