≈ Ch. 23: A FIRE INSIDE ≈
~ Hot dreams ~
The news about Vesper asking the Shepherd for a harsh punishment, and its loving outcome, didn’t remain secret for long, and for a week the Eclipsians commented on it under their breath, always shutting their mouth when they spotted Vesper. Jason was conflicted about it, as he didn’t like the idea of Vesper, proud and arrogant as he was, humiliating himself to such extent, being brutal with himself as he’d always been with anyone else. It was so “Vesper”…
Still half asleep, he turned to the side and pressed his body against Deimos’, sleeping at his side. Deimos chuckled, feeling the unmistakable pressure of Jason’s eager virility against his thigh: “Damn, I’m still drained from last night and you ask for more already…”
Jason opened his eyes and it took him a moment to focus on where he was, and who was the gorgeous man lying next to him. “Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… I wasn’t…” – he stuttered, slightly blushing, and Deimos chuckled again: “You’re so cute when you’re blushing! But it’s a bit late to be shy about your irrepressible manhood with me, at this point, isn’t it?”
“I… ehm… I was dreaming. Just dreaming…”
“It must’ve been a very hot dream” – Deimos commented, smiling, and when Jason blushed even deeper, he inquired: “Why are you embarrassed? It was just a dream…”
Jason rolled on his back, staring at the ceiling, ignoring his stiff dick making a tent under the bedsheets: “It’s… more that that. Since Laudon ‘reprogrammed’ my DNA, adding my mother’s genes, I began feeling weird. I’m more… sensible to what happens around me, my emotions are stronger, and… well… my libido apparently rocketed. There’s a fire burning inside me! I’m always aroused, I’m constantly aware of my cock between my legs, if you understand what I mean. And when I sleep, my dreams are… mind-blowing. Strikingly vivid, to the tiniest detail…”
“I wish I could see them on the black… what was the name again… the ‘monitor’ hanging from the wall…” – Deimos chuckled, his fantasy sparkled by the intensity of Jason’s description – “What fills your dreams?”
Jason didn’t talk and slightly turned his head away, embarrassed. Deimos pressed his body against him and said in a soothing tone: “You can tell me everything, you know that. Obviously it was not me firing you up in your dream, but I don’t mind: I’ve already made clear that jealousy is something I’ve never known. Do you dream about another man?”
After a pause, Jason murmured: “Not one. Many. At the same time. I drown under their bursting virility, and they do to me… everything. Every position, every hole, every place. I can see the veins pulsating on their hard cocks, the wrinkles in their hairy balls, the tendons of their greedy hands… and I go crazy with desire. And that’s not all…”
“More than this?”
Jason briefly nodded: “I… don’t dream those men only at night. Sometimes I find myself daydreaming about them, their muscular bodies, their lustful glances…”
For a few long moments, Deimos watched Jason with a thoughtful expression, until Jason asked timidly: “Are you angry? Or shocked?”
“To be honest, I’m aroused!” – he chuckled, quickly getting off the bed – “But there’s a sure way to get rid of an obsession! Come with me!”
Deimos pulled the reluctant Jason by the hand, until he climbed out of the bed, and then pulled him toward the door. Jason tried to resist: “Where are we going? We’re naked!”
“Boba-Maiii won’t incinerate us for sure…”
They quickly walked along the corridors and across the Main Hall, rousing some amused glances, and when they entered the Dining Hall, suddenly Jason guessed what was on Deimos’ mind. They moved closer to Aric, who was tidying up a secluded corner of the hall, manly as ever. His confident virility almost enveloped them.
“I like the new Eclipsian uniform…!” – he joked, his gaze lingering much longer than socially acceptable on their exposed bodies.
“I take it you can fulfill a guy’s every dream” – Deimos replied with an equally playful tone – “and this guy here has a dream. A big one. Being made love by more muscular and virile men than he can count. He dreams of… his words… drowning under their bursting virility.”
Jason was embarrassed beyond words and his face was beet-red.
“More than he can count, uh?” – Aric murmured, visibly scanning in his mind the entire population of Eclipse – “It will take a while… Everyone’s so busy these days… Are ten minutes convenient for you?”
“NOW??” – Jason exclaimed, shocked, but his stiffening cock betrayed the fire raging inside him.
“There’s no better time than now. Dreams are fleeting by nature, you must catch them quickly. Ten minutes. Deimos, bring him to my room and prep him. Use lots of lube, as he will badly need it, granted. And keep him aroused, tease him, but his cock is off-limits!”
Aric quickly went away, and Deimos did what he’d been asked. In no time, Jason was sprawled on Aric’s large bed (suspiciously large, for a single man, now that Jason thought about it), with Deimos’ caring fingers spreading a liberal amount of lube inside his hole.
And then, when Jason was ready, Deimos lovingly assaulted his body, licking, biting, tickling the sensitive skin like there was no tomorrow. Jason was harder then ever, his cock begged to be touched, but Deimos ignored it, focusing on all the other erogenous zones of Jason’s body, his nipples, his belly button and the innermost part of his thighs, the delicate sensitive crease where thighs meet groin…
He stopped only when he saw a rowdy bunch of men entering the room. Some of them were well-known to Deimos, some were vague acquaintances, and Deimos felt a bit guilty, because being a Dark he rarely looked for the company of Pale men.
~ More than can be counted ~
“No intro needed for these studs” – Aric growled, pushing a Viking-looking guy to the bed foot. The guy sensually took away the open robe and the stretch skirt he was wearing and said sensually: “Vyk, at your service. Or maybe, the other way around…”
Jason looked at Vyk’s stiff cock curving upwards and exclaimed: “It was you! One of the studs who fucked me while I was blinded!”
“Ha! Knew you’d remember!” – he replied, climbing on the bed, while a stocky hairy man with a Mexican-style moustache quickly got naked, revealing a hard veiny cock as thick as Jason’s wrist. Jason gasped: “And I remember that… club, too!”
Toron, the burly bathroom janitor, lewdly grabbed his cock and growled: “Last time Aric restrained me, but now it’s no hold barred…”. He climbed on the bed, and after him several other men, all muscular and sexy as hell, followed: the Shepherd Rylan, with his thick blond body hair and vintage-style moustache, and Cygnus, with his impressive hairy pecs, and Zephyr, whose low-hanging balls swung sensually between his legs while he climbed on the bed. Jason felt more men taking place on the large mattress, but couldn’t see them, because countless hands, mouths, lips and moustache were already assaulting every inch of his skin, greedy tongues immodestly took turn invading his mouth, rough slick fingers were stretching his hole.
Jason’s field of vision was abruptly claimed by Aric’s confident, knowing grin. “More than you can count, you said…” – Aric mused, a moment before giving to Jason a deep, possessive kiss that sealed his dominion over him: amongst the countless men, he still was the God of Pleasure.
Toron straddled Jason’s chest and presented his thick veiny cock; Aric recoiled, quickly sucked Toron’s helmet, already glistening with pre-cum, and gave him way. The hard meat invaded Jason’s mouth, all the way, roughly. Toron was not a man of finesse. Jason’s throat had to surrender to the big intruder, whose unstoppable run stopped only when Toron’s big balls slapped Jason’s chin.
“Good boy… Take daddy’s cock to the hilt!” – Toron growled, and Jason felt a thrill course his spine, as no one had ever used the word ‘daddy’ while in bed with him: it sounded so sensual, commanding. Lewd, even, exquisitely lewd…
Someone grabbed his legs and forcibly pulled them apart, grazing his exposed inner thighs. Jason groaned, as he was not used to open his leg that wide, and felt obscenely exposed… which ignited even more the fire inside him. He felt the cool air in the room caressing his splayed hole, but it lasted only a few moments, because a steely-hard curved cock burst in, filling his inner canal and stretching his anal ring. That experienced meat, Jason reckoned, couldn’t possibly be other than Vyk’s: only he could batter his prostate with such pin-point hits and with such virile exuberance!
Toron face-fucked Jason for a while, and then gave way to Zephyr, who straddled Jason’s head and lowered his balls into his mouth: “Suck them good, boy…Fuck yeah… Roll your tongue on my big balls…”
The other men didn’t stay still, and took possession of the free parts of Jason’s body as they wished: a hard slab of meat poked his palm, asking to be stroked, a bearded mouth munched on his belly, languidly licking its way down the thin treasure trails, naughty fingers tickled and teased his balls. After the initial teasing by Deimos, and the overwhelming wave of raw masculinity that submerged him, Jason was wild with desire, and still his throbbing cock didn’t receive the faintest touch. It was maddening!
“Mmmpphh…” – he tried to speak, and Zephyr raised his balls from Jason’s mouth: “Oh, poor boy, you can’t talk with your mouth so full… Did you say something?”
Jason took his breath, to ardently plead someone to stroke him, but Zephyr mischievously shoved his long cock all the way into Jason’s throat, silencing him for good. But Vyk was still pounding mercilessly his prostate, and blow after blow Jason felt he was getting to the final explosion…
“Mmmmhh… mmmhh.. MMMPPHH!!!” – he moaned loud, chocked by Zephyr’s cock, while his own untouched dick throbbed like a live animal, spurting thick ropes of cum that fell randomly on his belly and his splayed thighs. Rowdy cheers welcomed his climax: “Good job, Vyk!”, “Yeah, fuck the cum out of the boy!”, “Shove you magic wand into me, next!”
Zephyr stiffened and flooded Jason’s mouth with his seed, but instead of lingering a bit, enjoying the post-orgasm pleasure, he abruptly moved away; Jason saw Vyk on the verge of his orgasm pull out and quickly scramble up to his face: “Another fresh load for you, boy…”, he growled, shoving his shooting cock into Jason willing mouth.
Still in the forceful leg-split position he was held, Jason felt his anal rings brutally overstretched by an impossibly thick rod. “NNNGGHH!!! Toron!!” – he screamed, without even the need to see who was fucking him. The powerful thrust squeezed the last drops of cum out of Jason’s still untouched cock, and he was already feeling a bit sensitive, after his orgasm, but Rylan’s lips suddenly closed around his sensitive head, his thick moustache tickling the shaft, working the taut skin with consummate expertise. “Oh god!!” – Jason gasped loud, his heart beating furiously, as the faint discomfort quickly gave way to exquisite pleasure.
Toron took Jason’s legs and draped them over his shoulders, to gain unobstructed access to the guy’s depths, and pounded into him so hard that the bed frame dangerously squeaked under the blows. While Vyk’s cock was a wicked instrument of precision, Toron’s rod was pure sexual potency, sensually stretching Jason’s insides in ways he didn’t believe possible.
Aric and Cygnus took possession of Jason’s nipples, licking and biting them in sync, with mischievous precision, grinning at the loud moans that Jason couldn’t restrain.
Toron went on wrecking him for a while and suddenly stiffened: “Open wide!” – he ordered, pulling out from Jason’s ass and holding his cock still, while he excruciatingly fell off the edge. The first rope of cum rocketed out of Toron’s cock, arched in the air across Jason’s body and struck the target dead on, landing on Jason’s distended tongue. Many other plumes of thick man-juice followed the first one, streaking the guy’s torso, while Toron’s grunts of pleasure echoed in the room.
Again, loud cheers welcomed the amazing display of manliness, which made Toron glance around with a confident, proud grin under his thick moustache. He climbed off the bed and Aric took his place. His gaze pierced Jason’s eyes so deep that he felt deeply fucked way before the man’s cock entered his loosened ass.
Aric penetrated Jason’s ass slowly, with the confidence of a man who knows what man-sex really means. And though the steady thrusts of the stiff meat and the rhythmical blows on his prostate made Jason shiver with unrestrained delight, what truly made him lose himself into the pleasure was Aric’s penetrant gaze, fixed on his eyes with commanding, unwavering confidence: “I graciously let the other man take their pleasure over you, but I’m the God of Pleasure… and you’re mine.”
Hearing those words, spoken with Aric’s gravel, sexy voice, made Jason almost lose his load, but he restrained himself, instinctively knowing he was not to cum until Aric gave the word. In and out, in and out, Aric’s cock never missed a beat, never rushed or slowed down, exploring Jason’s depths with calm, almost scientific determination. The man seemed to have a map of Jason’s hidden pleasure spots, and relentlessly grazed them, keeping him on the verge of his climax, but without letting him fall off the edge.
Sure enough, Aric was enjoying the physical sensations coming from his cock rhythmically stretching Jason’s hole, but his burning gaze revealed how much he reveled in the pleasure of seeing Jason squirm and shiver, silently begging to finish him off.
“Yeah…” – Aric grunted, as his thrusts became more erratic – “Get ready boy… as you’re about to get… nngghh… what you asked for!”
Like in slow-motion, Jason saw Aric stiffen, his head thrown back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure… and something clicked inside him: “Don’t cum inside! Please, Aric, not inside!”
Aric was utterly pissed off, but with a superhuman effort he pulled out and stroked his cock in earnest, flooding Jason’s torso with his warm seed. When the contractions of his climax trailed off, he gave Jason a glowering look that asked the silent question: Why?
Jason withered under Aric’s eyes, and his gaze instinctively moved around the room, focusing on Deimos, who was standing aside watching the arousing scene.
Aric followed his gaze and nodded, his frown softening in a smile: “It’s only right. Love always takes the upper hand…”
Deimos cautiously climbed on the bed, taking Aric’s place between Jason’s legs, but didn’t penetrate him; instead, he leaned over him and looked at him straight in the eye: “I was not in your dreams…”
Jason smiled lovingly, with shining eyes, and just replied: “You’re my living dream every moment of my life…”
With a thumping heart, Deimos lowered his head and lost himself in Jason’s mouth, giving him a kiss that took their breath away. While the passionate kiss was still going on, Deimos’ cock found its way into Jason’s welcoming hole like it belonged there, making Jason arch his back and moan into his mouth.
How sweet felt Deimos’ virility caressing his sensitive linings, Jason reckoned! Sex is sex, it can bring the greatest pleasure, but making love makes not only the body but the soul writhe with delight. It’s something that goes much deeper than the biggest cock.
And if the cock was as substantial as Deimos’, Jason admitted to himself smiling wide, it didn’t harm at all! “Take me…” – he murmured, again on the verge of his climax – “Give me all of yourself… I want every inch of you… Every drop of sweat… Every breath… Every beat of your heart…”
Deimos inhaled sharply and moaned, shoving his throbbing cock so deep that Jason’s heart missed a beat. A torrent of man cream flooded Jason’s depths, and he surrendered to his own pleasure, his pent-up seed making their abdomens slick.
When Jason could take his breath, he glanced around the room, that was unusually silent.
They were alone.
~ Lost hopes ~
After a quick shower in Aric’s personal bathroom, Deimos and Jason realized they didn’t have any clothes to wear, as they came out of their room naked. Deimos shrugged his shoulders, smiling impishly, and began pulling a reluctant Jason by the hand toward the door, but they froze when they heard the frantic tolling of the Nativity Bell coming from the Birth Room. They exchanged a puzzled glance, as the Nativity Bell was used to announce an upcoming birth, and the only woman of Eclipse, Pearl, was only three months pregnant.
“Something’s happened!” – Deimos exclaimed with a worried tone, moving to the door. Jason thought that he was the Guardian, he couldn’t go to the Birth Room naked as he was, so he quickly grabbed a stretch skirt from Aric’s laundry basket; wearing it, Jason felt a shiver of pleasure, knowing that his manhood was pressing against the same fabric that hugged Aric’s virility, but there was no time for hot fantasies.
When they arrived at the Main Hall, Archon was standing in the doorway to the Birth Room, his austere face streaked with tears, his long robe stained with blood. “I couldn’t save her…” – he whined when Jason was in front of him – “I tried… I swear I tried!”
“Calm down, Archon…” – Jason comforted him – “Is it Pearl? What happened?”
“She had a miscarriage… Vyk, the attendant to the Nuptial Chamber, brought her bodily to the Birth Room… She was covered in blood… I can help a woman give birth to a baby, but this… this…”
Archon’s voice died in his throat. He moved a bit aside, letting Jason glance at the large bed of the Birth Room, the white linings soaked in blood, and Pearl lying over them, deadly pale. Jason’s eyes moved again to Archon, whose words echoed in a sinister way in the Main Hall: “She was our only woman, our last hope… We’re doomed…”
Jason glanced around the vast Main Hall, where all the Eclipsians, from the youngest to the eldest, were looking back at him in a deadly silence, in shock, their eyes expressing a plea that they couldn’t put into words. “I… I can’t do anything…” – Jason replied to the silent plea – “Not even Boba-Maiii can bring her back to life.”
The many faces around him cringed in desperation, all of them… except one. Jason’s gaze fixed on Vesper, standing at the back of the Hall, wearing an emotionless expression; his eyes were void, as if nothing really mattered to him. He slowly turned around, grabbed a sort of sack from the ground and walked to the hidden door leading up to the Entrance Hall.
It took Jason a few minutes to comfort Archon, Deimos and some of the Eclipsians who came closer, in despair; as soon as he could, he sneaked away and rushed up to the Entrance Hall. Vesper was slowly walking away, in the scorching light of the twin Suns.
Jason hesitated. “Laudon!” – he called aloud – “If you think it’s safe for me to go out in the sunlight, open the main door!”
For a few seconds, nothing moved, but in the end the door slid half-open, stopped, and opened wide. Apparently, Laudon wasn’t completely sure that the new Dark genes recently activated in Jason’s DNA were enough to protect him from the deadly sunrays.
But there was no time to fiddle around: Jason rushed out the door, chasing after Vesper. After running for a short while, he called out to Vesper, who turned around and stared at Jason in disbelief. He immediately sprang toward Jason, and when he reached him, he enveloped with his muscular body, trying to protect him from the sun: “What are you doing out here?!” – he exclaimed with his usual aggressive tone, that this time was unusually tinged with a streak of sincere anxiety – “What, are you trying to finish what I tried to do to you??”
“The twin Suns pose no threat for me anymore, but thank you for worrying about me. It was… unexpected.” – Jason replied, gently wriggling out of Vesper’s embrace – “Where are you going, Vesper? Why? There’s nothing for you beyond Eclipse…”
Vesper’s gaze wandered around the vast arid plain around them: “Maybe. But for sure there’s nothing for me within Eclipse. Can’t you see it? Pearl was our last hope, our last woman. Eclipse is doomed, as much as I am. You know me, Jason. You know how… strong can be my impulses, my cravings. How long do you think I’ll remain a man… a man, I say… in a place filled with nothing but horny invos?”
“But… But whatever happens if you stay” – Jason objected – “wouldn’t it be better than fighting for your dear life day after day, alone, aimlessly wandering an unforgiving deserted planet? You… you could die out there!”
Vesper thoughtfully glanced at the distant horizon, his voice low, determined: “At least, it’ll be my choice.”
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