≈ Ch. 22: VESPER’S FATE ≈
~ A new Jason, a new Vesper ~
Deimos opened his eyes, in his bed, and turned his head to look at Jason, lying next to him. He was already awake, and was staring at the ceiling, in deep thought, a serious expression on his handsome face. Thanks to Laudon’s cures, his skin had almost fully healed from the severe solar burns; the only visible trace of the trauma was a slightly darker color of the skin, like a sort of suntan.
“I like you tan” – Deimos joked to ease the tension – “Too bad it will soon fade, as it makes you look more virile, more… butch!”. Jason couldn’t restrain a soft chuckle: “At least I got something good from my… adventure! I’m glad you’re into butch men, because this ‘tan’ won’t go away, it’s permanent. My DNA, the ‘map’ of my entire body, was severely damaged, and Laudon had to rebuild the missing part, using my mother’s DNA. She was a Dark, just like my father, I’ve always been a sort of… missed Dark, so to speak. Well, not anymore. I still look like a Pale, but deep inside I’m now a Dark, thanks to my mother’s genes. I could even go out and the twin Suns wouldn’t harm me, just like they don’t harm you.”
“It’s… amazing!” – Demos exclaimed, looking at Jason with wide eyes – “And… what else did her genes change in you? Except for the tan, you don’t look different.”
“Not even Laudon can tell. Altering a person’s DNA is a very delicate and unpredictable procedure. To tell the truth, I still feel like shit. Laudon said my entire body is slowly adapting to my new DNA, and will check my vital functions on a regular basis.”
“Laudon scared me shitless, in the Temple… or whatever that place is called” – Deimos revealed, a bit ashamed – “I thought he was Boba-Maiii himself talking to me, and I screamed in fear like a child…”
Jason chuckled: “I threw myself on the floor, the first time he talked to me. Face down, trembling in fear, and begged him not to kill me! But now I know… and you know, too… that there’s nothing to be scared of. Laudon is a precious resource, and though there’s nothing supernatural in him, what he does still looks a bit like magic to me. I mean, look at me, he truly saved my life.”
“But you don’t look very happy. There’s something on the back of your mind, I can see it in your eyes, in your frown…”
Jason sighed: “Vesper. What am I supposed to do with him? I really don’t know…”
“He’s lucky he’s still alive!” – Deimos bellowed, warlike – “And he’s still alive only because I’ve been too busy to go and kill him! Let me take care of this ‘problem’ for you, you won’t have to worry about anything.”
“You’re not going to do anything like that.” – Jason warned seriously – “I mean it, Deimos. If you ever kill Vesper… I wouldn’t be able to look at you with the same eyes. You’re not like Vesper, you’re much better than him. First off, I want to talk to him. Do you know where he is?”
“Helios told me that Vesper ran to the co-husbands’ room yesterday, while I was rescuing you, and he never came out. He even shooed the other Darks away, as he wanted to be alone. According to Helios, he basically spends all his time kneeling in front of the Altar, praying to Boba-Maiii, which is a first by itself, as I’ve never seen him praying, before. The solar eclipse scared him deeper than I believed possible.”
“OK, I’m going to talk to him. No, don’t get up, Deimos, I want to talk to him alone.”
“What if he… harms you again?”
“What can he possibly do? Bring me again outside? Now I’m a Dark… sort of… and the sunrays are not a threat anymore for me. I’ll be safe” – Jason concluded, getting dressed – “I’ll see you later.”
Jason quickly moved to the co-husbands’ room, a place he rarely visited. It was a very ample room, with four beds, a shared bathroom and little more. An Altar was carved in a wall, and Vesper was sitting on the floor, in front of it, staring absentmindedly at the black cylinder that was the focal point of all the Altars. Jason now knew it was a one-way audio device that allowed Laudon to listen to the Eclipsians’ requests, but for Vesper it must’ve looked like a sort of supernatural object coming from Boba-Maiii himself.
~ A startling face-to-face ~
“Vesper…” – Jason softly called and the Dark turned his head with a defiant, but tired expression: “Have you come to kill me? Or punish me? Or maybe turn me invo like you did with all the other men…”
“I want to talk. Just talk.” – Jason replied in a calm tone. Vesper shrugged his shoulders, standing up: “What’s to talk about? I tried to kill you, and you’re totally entitled to take revenge on me for that. Do it. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything anymore…”
“If you’re scared about what Boba-Maiii may do…” – Jason began, but Vesper snapped at him: “Stop playing the Guardian act, Jason! You may fool everyone, but not me!”
Vesper turned to the Altar and ordered, sternly: “Laudon! Give me a glass of water!”
A big glass of fresh water instantly appeared at Vesper’s feet, and Jason looked at the Dark with wide eyes: “So… you know. You know that Laudon is not Boba-Maiii, and this is not really an Altar. How did you find out?”
“I entered the Temple, once, after leaving there some Holy Stones… which I guess are anything but ‘holy’, anyway. The door opened by itself, and I stepped in. It’s not a temple, it’s just a sort of… administrative space, and even quite depressing. Laudon talked to me, he said he wasn’t Boba-Maiii and a few more things, but I didn’t let him talk, I was shocked, furious because I’ve been told lies since I was a child, and ran away.”
“Now I understand why the ‘darkness act’ didn’t scare you at all. You knew it was just a trick. Well, I’m glad you know the truth, because now we can really talk, without hiding behind a god that doesn’t exist.”
“I didn’t say Boba-Maiii doesn’t exist” – Vesper corrected, frowning – “I only said that Laudon is not Boba-Maiii, he’s just a… something that operates Eclipse, including providing water or turn off the lights when ordered. But still, Laudon couldn’t possibly turn the twin Suns off…”
Jason hadn’t expected such depth of thought from Vesper, but was glad to talk to him at a deeper level, without the need to pussyfoot around the subjects. “I don’t know what really happened out there, and as you know well, being the Guardian doesn’t give me any special knowledge about… supernatural matters. Maybe you’re right, there could be a god above. Not Boba-Maiii, of course, but that doesn’t mean such a being doesn’t exist. Either case, if you’re afraid a sort of curse may fall upon you from above, I’d say you can stop worrying. And this applies to a supposed punishment from me, too: what should it be for? I only want to go on living my life, and you should do the same, Vesper.”
It was Vesper’s turn to be genuinely surprised by Jason’s clear-eyed, disillusioned attitude: “Rest assured I won’t interfere anymore in your life. I once made this mistake, and won’t make it twice. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that no matter how… reproachable I find your lifestyle, it’s not for me to judge. Nor to force you to change.”
“I’m glad to hear that” – Jason replied – “But then… what’s the problem, Vesper? This conversation was much more enlightening than I expected, and I’m sure it was for you, too. And yet, you don’t seem relieved at all…”
“Relieved, you say? How can I possibly feel relieved? Yes, Boba-Maiii’s curse isn’t about to strike me, and you don’t have any supernatural powers, we both know that, but… no one else does. All the Eclipsians believe that Boba-Maiii talks through you, and follow your lead without questioning. We’re basically an all-male community, and sexual abstinence has been for decades the men’s last bastion against a debauched… no, I mean ‘alternative’ lifestyle. But you’re relentlessly chipping away at this pillar, piece by piece, and overtime it will crumble down. Soon Eclipse won’t be any more a place I can comfortably live my life in.”
Vesper took a deep breath, and before Jason could object, he went on: “I know, no one will ever force me into something I despise, you’ve been more than clear about that, but still Boba-Maiii… or whatever His name is… looks with favor man-love, and now that you’re the Guardian many sexually repressed men, both Pales and Darks, will find natural to adopt an… alternative lifestyle. Ask the Shepherd: he had to take an apprentice because, even now, the line of men going to his free-for-all invo paradise to find relief was becoming too long to deal with. I don’t have… the strength to deal with such a dreadful scenario. I’m scared, Jason, plain and simple. Laugh at me, if you want: the tough Vesper is scared!”
Jason chose carefully his words: “I’m not going to laugh at you, Vesper, ever. But… now please not be mad at me for saying so… yesterday in the hallway, right before you attacked me, I said you may be secretly attracted to men. Maybe not exclusively, maybe you like women a lot, and feel just a faint attraction to men, but if so… why don’t you just explore that side of you?”
“Because I chose not to.” – was Vesper’s categorical answer.
Jason was about to reply, but shut his mouth at Vesper’s definitive, unyielding answer. After all, he had battled tooth and nail through every obstacle – he even risked his life! – to defend everyone’s right to live as they pleased, without judgment or reproach. And Vesper had every right to choose to live a heterosexual life.
“OK, then” – Jason simply replied, nodding his head – “I’m so glad we had this conversation. I feel relieved, and I’m sure you’re relieved, too, knowing that no punishment awaits you.”
“Not really…” – Vesper unexpectedly said – “I tried to kill you, in case you forgot. I didn’t, and I’m not that sure to deserve to go away with it without being punished.”
“I can’t punish you. Not after we had this face-to-face conversation. It would be useless, even stupid. Forget about it, Vesper, and go on living your life, like I’m going to do right now.”
Jason nodded farewell and turned toward the door. As he closed it behind him, he thought he heard Vesper mutter to himself, “I’ll have to do it alone, then.”
~ Unprecedented request ~
The lively conversation Rylan was having with Stellan, in the Observation Deck, quickly trailed off, as they turned to see who was entering the glass dome.
“Vesper…” – Rylan said with a serious, authoritative tone – “You’re not welcome here.”
Vesper glanced at the Shepherd and his apprentice, both fully naked like it was the most natural thing in the world, and repressed an automatic smirk of annoyance. He got closer to Rylan, with a cautious attitude that made the Shepherd calm down, and said: “This one time maybe you’ll want to… receive me. Say, is it true that you… ehm… you’re as good to give as you are to get?”
“Are y…. you as… asking me……” – Rylan stuttered, looking at Vesper with wide eyes. In the long history of Shepherding, many a Dark cock had been shoved into a Shepherd’s ass, sometimes gracefully, more often brutally. But Darks rarely opened their back door to anyone, and sure enough not to a Shepherd: fucking a Dark in the ass had been the Holy Grail of all the Shepherds since the beginning of time. Rylan’s veiny cock quickly rose to attention, jutting out from his groin in all its substantial thickness, and Vesper glanced at it, unlacing his skirt with slow, deliberate moves: “I’ll take it as a yes.”
Under Rylan’s and Stellan’s amazed gaze, Vesper walked to the center of the dome, firmly gripped the ropes hanging from the ceiling and parted his legs wide. His stern, unbelievable words echoed in the room: “I’m yours.”
It took Rylan no more than a couple seconds to place himself behind the Dark’s back. The sight of Vesper’s splayed buttocks, with his tight hole exposed and vulnerable – a thick tuft of black hair its only feeble protection against the upcoming penetration – was erotic beyond words.
The Shepherd took a liberal amount of lube and thoroughly greased his cock, and then took some more lube to prepare and loosen Vesper’s tight – and in all likely, virgin – hole, but he froze when he heard a stern: “No!”
Without turning around to look at Rylan, Vesper asked: “Even though I’m… on the receiving end, you’re still the Shepherd, right? You’re still bound to satisfy my every desire, as long as you don’t get hurt, no?”
“Well… yes…” – Rylan replied, puzzled.
“Good. Then, I want you to shove your cock inside me, with a single brutal thrust, to the hilt. This is what I desire, and I want you to do. Do it.”
“Vesper… please… you’re a virgin… don’t let me take you this way...”
“I said I want you to rip away my virginity, cruelly, mercilessly! Split open my ass, ruin my hole! You’re the Shepherd, do it!”
“Please… I’m begging you… Don’t make me become a man I’d hate to be…”
“Fuckin’ do it, COCKSUCKER!!” – Vesper yelled, and Rylan lost control. His hips sprang forward and his thick, stiff cock speared Vesper’s unprepared hole, forcing it open with brutal force, and when the man’s protesting insides refused to yield, Rylan pushed harder, furiously, to punish Vesper for the insult, only the latest in a long list of taunts, humiliations, and abuses that over the years Vesper had hurled at Rylan and most of the Eclipsians, Pales and Darks alike, especially those who were into man-love.
“AAAARRGGHHHH!!” – Vesper’s scream boomed in the dome, while Rylan shoved his big cock over and over into the tortured black ass. “And this is for Jason!” – Rylan yelled, out of control, slamming once more his manhood as deep as possible inside the screaming man – “And this is for Darek! And for Helios!”
“Boba-Maiii help me!!!” – Vesper sobbed, bucking hard at each merciless thrust – “Don’t stop, Rylan! Wreck me, ruin me, treat me like the shit I am…”
Hearing Vesper saying so, Rylan slowed down and stood still, watching Vesper’s shoulders tremble for the repressed sobs.
“Don’t stop… I deserve much more…”
Rylan didn’t move, and glanced at Stellan, who was sitting aside and could see Vesper’s face streaked with tears.
“Forgive me…” – Vesper unexpectedly whined – “I didn’t mean to insult you. I did it only to make you furious. Punish me for the horrible things I’ve done in my life, and for the sordid things I desired to do… Punish my hole that craves to be filled by manly meat… Punish my body that longs for a man’s touch…”
Rylan’s eyes widened, suddenly understanding the very root of Vesper’s desperation. Unseen by Vesper, he nodded to Stellan, who quickly took place in front of the Dark, kneeling between his splayed legs. Rylan hugged Vesper from behind, and his hips set in motion again, but this time they were cautious, loving. The stiff cock that so far had ravaged the Dark’s hole now gently brushed inside his linings, soothing the pain of the bestial onslaught.
“No… No, Rylan… Don’t do this…” – Vesper feebly objected, but his body was already awakening under the tender ministrations of the Shepherd, who was a master at his craft.
Stellan raised his hands and placed them on Vesper’s torso, brushing his palms over the taut abs, the belly, down to the hips, the thighs; his sensual, respectful touch was exquisite on Vesper’s skin, but stung like a scorching needle into his tortured soul. “Don’t do this to me… Don’t love me… Don’t do it…”
“Shh…” – Rylan whispered into Vesper’s ear – “You got what you wanted, now let me give you what you really need…”
Thrust after gentle thrust, Rylan cock explored Vesper’s depths, bringing its sensual warmth in yearning places that Vesper had always kept locked. But all the doors were now opening to welcome Rylan’s touch, making Vesper feel alive, more alive than ever.
Stellan’s tender, respectful kiss on his thickening cock made Vesper utter a thankful moan. The fight was over, he’d lost, and he welcomed the conquerors looting his most valuable treasures with irrepressible shivers of pleasure.
“Ooohh…!” – Vesper moaned louder, when Stellan’s experienced mouth engulfed his now throbbing black meat to the last inch, the guy’s throat a paradise of tight slickness. “Boba-Maiii help me…”, he repeated, but this time his voice broke because of the pleasure, not the pain.
Vesper’s hands remained firmly gripping the hanging ropes and his legs stayed wide apart, like a true Shepherd, while Rylan and Stellan made sweet love to his body, and to his soul at the same time. How sweeter felt Stellan’s eager mouth, compared to Darek violated throat, when he raped him! How incredibly sensual was Rylan’s cock, sliding back and forth with tenderness between his buttocks, compared to the brutal thrust he gave to Helios when he punished him!
The combined efforts of the manly Shepherd and his sexy assistant were pushing Vesper up, up, toward the peak of his pleasure, and he already felt his groin tighten, getting ready to shoot the essence of his masculinity. It was the most inviting abyss he’d ever faced, and he dearly longed to fall over the edge, but a part of him still resisted: “Wait… no… stop, or you’ll make me cum…”
“Stop resisting…” – Rylan said in a low voice – “You took the pain, to the last bit, without faltering. Now take the pleasure, to the last bit, and enjoy it. You earned it today, no matter how many bad things you’ve done in the past.”
“No… ooohh… no… yes… Yes…! God YES!!” – Vesper moaned loud, as his entire being, every single muscle of his powerful body, every single nerve of his skin and every cell of his brain writhed in ecstasy as the orgasm exploded in his groin. Stellan gurgled, trying to gulp down the torrent of sweet seed flooding his mouth, as Rylan lost control, forcefully milked by Vesper’s anal contractions.
“I’m an invo… I’m a filthy invo…” – Vesper whined with chocked voice, lost in the mind-numbing pleasure, and Rylan breathed: “You’re a man… A powerful sexy man…”
Vesper sobbed, as the contractions of their massive orgasms trailed off: “Don’t love me… Don’t love me…”, but Rylan held him tight from behind and whispered into his ear: “Too late…”
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