≈ Ch. 11: DARK MENACE ≈
~ Dangerous encounter ~
For Jason, the following week went smoothly. He actually needed to get some rest, as the last week had been hectic, due to his many duties as Successor and Deimos’ helper, and also because his “recreational activities” had been wild: he’d lost his virginity to Deimos, masturbated Stellan, had oral sex with Aric and even laid with Archon!
Since his doubts about the existence of Boba-Maiii had turned into certainties, Jason had eagerly walked the path of moral and sexual freedom; he had no regrets whatsoever, but it had been a demanding journey that left him drained, physically and mentally.
During the next week, Jason mostly stayed with Deimos, helping him getting ready for the expeditions outdoors, and occasionally making love with him, but always being extremely cautious not to raise suspects in the co-husbands.
As a matter of fact, Deimos’ bedroom was the only location that could grant them a little privacy, as the Pales’ Quarters were too crowded, including Jason’s room, which he shared with Stellan. So, they mostly stayed in Deimos’ room whenever they wanted to talk or make love, but the co-husbands’ room was very close, and Deimos was constantly afraid to be spotted. After all, since Pearl got pregnant, there was no need to perform Inseminations, and Jason’s role as a helper should've been put on hold, but he went on visiting Deimos’ room every day, and stayed there long hours.
And that’s exactly what he wanted to do that morning, after a restful sleep and a not-so-satisfying breakfast with the tasteless brown pudding all the Eclipsians always ate.
Jason was happily walking along the hallway to the Nuptial Chambers when, at a bend, he almost bumped into the four co-husbands: the elder Rufus, the massive Vesper, the handsome Helios with his beautiful thin braids cascading from his head, and the young, arrogant Castor.
“Look who’s here!” – Vesper bellowed with a cold expression – “This area is reserved for Darks, paleface!”
“I… I’m going to Deimos’ room” – Jason nervously replied. Vesper always scared him, due to his bald head, his menacing gaze and his mass of muscles. Not once Jason had seen Vesper happy or calm: he always looked angry and ready to fight, and was the last man Jason would’ve wanted to meet in a dark hallway with no escape.
“Oh, you’re going to Deimos’ room… And pray: why are you going there, paleface?”
“I’m his Helper!” – Jason proudly stated, but his confidence crumbled when Vesper pointed a menacing finger at him: “Exactly! You’re his helper! You’re supposed to help him get ready for the Inseminations… except we’ve had no Inseminations since Pearl got pregnant, and no Inseminations will take place for many months!”
Vesper took one step toward Jason, who stepped back, scared, but he bumped into the cold wall behind him. “Listen, paleface, and listen carefully…” – Vesper hissed – “Deimos is a man! A man, I say! And if I ever hear you do to him anything less than… appropriate, I’ll make you regret it! You got that?”
Jason gulped down. He was scared, but something clicked inside him: “What I do with Deimos is none of your business!”
For a moment Vesper was speechless, and Jason even hoped that his flare of pride had had a positive outcome. Unfortunately, his hope was short lived. Vesper’s face became a mask of anger, and with a fast move he blocked Jason and took him bodily. Jason tried to wriggle out of Vesper’s inescapable grip, but all he got was to make him tighten his grip even more, painfully crushing Jason in the vice of his muscular arms. “Leave me alone!!” – Jason screamed, but Vesper was already striding along the narrow hallway, forcibly bringing Jason with him; the other co-husbands immediately followed them.
Vesper turned into a narrow, dark recess that Jason had never noticed and angrily proceeded along a curved hallway that sloped upwards. The hallway ended with a closed metal door that Vesper roughly opened with his shoulder, and Jason gasped loud: they were in the Entrance Hall. The harsh rays of the twin Suns illuminated the room, filtering through the large glass door.
“What… what are you going to do?” – Jason asked with a fearful tone, realizing that Vesper was walking toward the glass doors. Outside those doors, Jason had no hope of surviving.
“No! NOO!!” – Jason screamed hysterically, wriggling with all his might, to no avail – “Vesper, please!! I’m begging you, don’t bring me out!!”
Vesper walked the few steps separating them from the door and Jason broke down, whining: “Please… Vesper, Please…”
“Enough!!” – a stern voice echoed in the hall, and the massive Dark stopped in his tracks; he turned around, pissed off, and saw Helios, the younger Dark with the long braids, standing tall in the middle of the hall: “This is going too far, Vesper! You know well that a Pale can’t survive for long outside! Leave him alone!”
Jason expected Vesper to attack Helios for defying him, like he already did once, but surprisingly enough, Vesper calmed down. He put Jason down, but held him by his arm and hissed in his face: “This is what awaits you if you don’t behave, paleface! Eclipse is small, people talk. I heard rumors that I don’t like in the least… and I expect you to make them stop. Or else.”
Vesper let go of Jason’s arm, and the guy fled to the most shadowy corner of the hall, to protect himself from the sunlight. Helios stood nervously in the middle of the hall, preparing to confront Vesper, but the massive Dark just shook his head and said in a matter-of-fact tone: “You didn’t think I would’ve really opened the door, did you?”; he patted on Helios’ shoulder and glanced around at the other co-husbands: “Let’s go, guys. The show is over.”
The Darks went away, using the hidden hallway to the Nuptial Chambers, and Jason scampered down the spiral staircase to the Main Hall. He didn’t dare to go again to Deimos’ room, so he headed to the communal bathroom, to take a long, relaxing warm shower. He had an early lunch and retreated to his room.
Laying on his bed, Jason thought that Vesper was a dumbass, but a very dangerous one. And he also pondered about the ‘rumors’ Vesper had mentioned: apparently, his long visits to Deimos’ room didn’t go unnoticed; but after all, what could ever go unnoticed in such a small community?
Anyway, the last thing Jason was going to do was give in to Vesper’s threats. What he did with Deimos (or Stellan, or Aric or anyone else) was none of Vesper’s business. Yet, Jason wanted to protect Deimos from possible scandals.
He got up and went out, to go and talk to Deimos: he had to know about the rumors spreading through Eclipse. But Jason decided not to tell him about the scary encounter he had with Vesper: things were already tense enough, and it wasn’t the right time to stir up more tension.
Luckily, this time Jason could get to Deimos’ room without meeting the Darks again. He entered the room and was welcomed, as usual, by Deimos’ bright smile and his warm hug: “I missed you this morning…”
“I’ve been busy” – Jason glossed over – “but I heard that some rumors are spreading around Eclipse. Rumors about… us, I mean. No one knows anything for sure, but my daily visits and the long hours I spend here, while there’s no need for my services as your Helper, are stirring something in people’s minds. And in their tongues, too.”
Deimos frowned and was about to reply, but they heard a lustful growl, almost an animalistic grunt, coming from the Nuptial Alcove, and a barely audible sound that seemed like a high-pitched muffled squeal. Deimos wore a knowing grin: “Apparently Pearl feels frisky. It’s not infrequent that a pregnant woman offers her… other entrance to a man, when she’s in the mood for fun but doesn’t want to harm the baby.”
They went on talking for a while about the situation, pretending not to hear the lewd grunts and growls coming from the adjacent room, and were quite relieved when they heard the man reaching his climax.
“I should envy him…” – Deimos said caressing Jason’s arm – “but I already have more than I could possibly desire. They would envy me… if they knew.”
Jason thought back at Vesper’s fury: he would’ve hardly envied Deimos, if he knew! But he kept his lips sealed.
~ Jason’s magic ~
The silence was suddenly broken by Helios’ loud voice coming from the Alcove: “Fuck you Vesper!! I’ll kill you, do you hear me? I swear I’ll fuckin’ kill you!!”
“Ha ha ha!” – Vesper’s voice boomed through the door – “Shut up, you filthy invo! Look at you, you enjoyed every minute of it!”
Vesper’s harsh laughter echoed in the hallway, while he went away. Deimos and Jason looked at each other with wide eyes, feeling chills coursing down their spines. For Jason everything was painfully clear: in the Entrance Hall, Vesper had pretended not to be angry with Helios, but then, apparently, took vile revenge on him. The vilest ever. Deimos didn’t know about what happened in the morning, but the voices coming from the Alcove were quite self-explanatory…
The door to the Alcove slowly opened, and Helios came in, shamefully looking down. He was a terrible sight, with his long braids all ruffled and visible bruises on his neck and chest. His beautiful, embroidered loincloth was ripped and crumpled. Despite his obvious efforts, he couldn’t stop a single tear rolling down his cheek.
“Helios! By Boba-Maiii, what happened?!” – Deimos exclaimed, going to hug him, but Helios stepped back, scared. Deimos guessed the turmoil agitating the guy’s soul, and put out his hand: “Take my hand, Helios. Just my hand. I won’t touch you.”
Helios stood still for a few moments, and then hesitantly took Deimos’ hand; he cautiously moved closer, unsure, and then threw himself into Deimos’ arms.
“It’s over, buddy…”, Deimos whispered into the guy’s ear, holding him tight.
After a short while, Helios recoiled, sniffing, and said with a trembling voice: “Vesper tricked me, he said he wanted to show me something, we went to the Alcove, but when there he shoved me down onto the bed and began strangling me; I could barely breathe and I thought he was going to kill me. But then he loosened his grip just a bit and said that if I uttered the faintest sound I would be dead. He just used some spit, the son of a bitch… When he shoved his club into my ass I felt torn apart, but my scream died in the steely grip on my throat. He kept shoving his cock inside me like I was a whore, and made me feel like that. And when it was over, he even mocked me, calling me invo…”
Both Deimos and Jason lowered their gaze to Helios’ crotch, surprised to see his cock peeking out of the ripped loincloth, rock-hard and dripping pre-cum.
“It’s not like it seems!” – Helios cried out – “I didn’t like it! I swear! I don’t know how, but Vesper’s cock… forced me to feel pleasure, it made me feel a sort of… pressure into my groin, and I despised it! You must believe me, I despised it, but still… Deimos, tell me you don’t think I’m an invo!”
Deimos’ friendly smile soothed the guy’s fears, at least in part: “I know for sure you are a stud, Helios, and this is not going to change. You can’t know how many Wives sang your praises. I almost felt jealous! What Vesper did to you… means nothing. Nothing, Helios!”
The guy looked down at his own crotch and whined: “But I feel… Boba-Maiii help me… I feel hornier than ever!”
Jason stepped forward and knelt in front of Helios, but without touching him: “There’s an easy solution for that. If you allow me. May I be… your helper?”
Helios seemed unable to think straight, but he faintly nodded to Jason, who cautiously unlaced the loincloth and grabbed the man’s cock, giving it a few tentative strokes. Helios closed his eyes and nodded again. The sensual massage intensified, and Jason used his other hand to cup the guy’s balls and roll them between his fingers. Helios seemed to relax a bit, and Jason cautiously moved his hand up to the abs, while still stroking the stiff member.
“Let me worship your beautiful, manly body…” – Jason said in a suave tone – “…as a man like you deserves. No wonder you can make the Wives delirious with pleasure… Your body, your manhood, are pure masculine perfection…”
Helios was putty in Jason’s hands and felt again confident in his manliness. Jason stifled a smile and engulfed the guy’s cock into his wet mouth. “OoooOOHHH!!” – Helios moaned loudly, throwing his head back – “This… This feels so good!”
Jason had his mouth too full to reply, and Deimos spoke on his behalf: “Jason is one of a kind. He doesn’t just touch your body, he touches your soul. Give yourself to him, and he will make you feel on cloud nine.”
“Yes… Yes… Please don’t stop…” – Helios moaned softly; he put his hand on Jason’s head, but didn’t force him in any way: he just wanted to praise him and express his gratitude for the exquisite sensations Jason was granting him.
Once again, Jason faced his most difficult task, taking a long dick all the way down his throat; but thinking at what Helios had to endure, he had no more hesitations: he took a deep breath, grabbed the guy’s ebony buns to get more leverage and pushed his mouth down to his pubes, taking his length to the last inch.
“H… Holy sh… shit!!” – Helios gasped, holding on to Deimos because he felt unsteady on his feet; he’d never felt anything like that, the tightness, the slickness, the sensual hug on his engorged head…
Jason began bobbing his head up and down the throbbing rod, in earnest, elated that he was being able to make Helios forget his terrible experience. He was rewarded by a crescendo of moans of pleasure, and suddenly Helios muttered “Jason… Jason…!” and stiffened in the throes of his climax. A deluge of man cream flooded Jason’s mouth, and he did his best to swallow it all, but a thick stream of seed seeped out of his pursed lips.
Soon, the only sound in the room was Helios’ heavy breathing. Nobody moved, Jason stood kneeling on the floor, giving respectful kisses to the shrinking manhood; and Helios went on steadying himself on Deimos, who was looking at him with a knowing grin: “I told you. Jason is a force of nature…”
Helios found his voice again and helped Jason on his feet: “Thank you, Jason… I don’t know how you do this magic, but it’s like Deimos said: you touch people’s souls.”
Jason smiled back at him, but Helios’ warm and joyful expression suddenly morphed into a sorry, disgusted smirk, the moment he felt Vesper’s load oozing out of his loosened hole and dripping along his inner thigh.
Deimos immediately grabbed his hand and gently pulled him toward the sunken bathtub: “Come, I know what to do.”
~ A shy stud ~
Jason and Deimos got naked and helped Helios lying in the warm water. Jason began washing the guy with the sponge, and Deimos knelt between his legs, looking straight at him: “Now, Helios, it may feel unpleasant, but I need to clean you… deeply, to get rid of any remnants of… what that bastard put inside you. May I?”
“Please…” – Helios murmured, his voice tight with a tension Deimos took for an instinctive repulsion at the idea of being touched so intimately by another man. With extreme caution, Deimos reached underwater into Helios’ hole and gently pushed his middle finger inside. Helios clenched his jaws, but didn’t complain.
Ever so slowly, Deimos’ finger began moving in and out, gyrating left and right, to gently brush the walls of the inner cavity. Helios almost held his breath, and unexpectedly opened his legs wider and even tilted his hips a bit, to give Deimos easier access.
“I have to go deeper, now” – Deimos warned after a while, pushing both his index and middle finger into the guy’s chute; the warm mineral water of the pool, helped by the fingers, seeped inside the hole and began washing away Vesper’s seed. Helios kept his eyes shut, while Jason slowly washed his skin with the sponge and Deimos washed his insides with his fingers.
A sudden ragged gasp by Helios made Deimos freeze: “I’m sorry, you must be very sore… Have I hurt you?”
Helios shook his head slightly, meeting Deimos’s eyes for a moment before looking away. It seemed he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Deimos gave him a gentle, reassuring smile. “What is it? You can tell me, Helios, you know that. At this point, we’re quite intimate, don’t you think?”
“While Vesper was… forcing himself on me” – Helios began, with halting words – “I was horrified… but one thing helped me bear the torment: pretending that it wasn’t Vesper fucking me, but… you.”
Helios’ last word almost died in his throat, but both Deimos and Jason heard it clearly. And the message became obvious when Helios’ manhood rose from the water, as hard as a stone. Jason let the sponge fall into the water and Deimos froze, keeping his fingers buried inside the guy’s hole. Helios, visibly embarrassed, took his courage and whispered: “Deimos… please… make love to me.”
“I… I’m flattered…” – Deimos replied, trying his best to hide his shock at finding out about Helios’ attraction to him – “But I can’t do it, Helios. You’re still very sore and I would hurt you…”
“Yes, I’m sore” – the guy replied – “and the pain constantly reminds me how cruelly Vesper took what I had most precious. But you can change everything, Deimos! Make love to me, and my soreness will remind me how sweet you felt inside me…”
Deimos wore a confident smile and moved closer to Helios, grabbing the guy’s legs and bending them at the hips. Helios gasped when he felt, underwater, the man’s thick mushroom head pressing against his sore hole. “I’ll be gentle, my friend” – Deimos said with a warm tone – “but you must help me. If you really want me to make love to you, relax and let me in. Forget Vesper, forget the pain and the shame: let the sweetness and the tenderness wipe away the bad memories…”
The tight anal ring quivered and relaxed, and Deimos gently pushed his manhood inside Helios, who uttered a restrained groan, but soon said with urgency: “Don’t stop, Deimos… Fill me… It hurts, but it’s a wonderful pain…”
Inch after inch, Deimos pushed his member all the way inside Helios, who exhaled soundly. Deimos stood still for a moment and brushed his palm on the guy’s cheek: “I knew you were man enough to take it in stride…”
The man’s hips set in motion, and Jason, looking at the muscles twitching and flexing under the skin, wondered how those powerful hips could possibly be so cautious, so gentle. He knew firsthand what it meant being filled by Deimos’ manhood, and shot a knowing smile at Helios, who wore a tired grin, because the pain was still hard to bear.
The waves caused by Deimos’ thrusts splashed on Helios’ torso, and Jason reached out to his wet chiseled chest, caressing the hairless skin and sensually brushing his fingers on the stiff nipples.
Helios’ eyes darted back and forth from Jason to Deimos, looking at them with wide, thankful eyes: he felt loved, he felt taken care of, and the sensuality of their moves were quickly making his pain fade into a blissful pleasure. The memory of Vesper cruelly deflowering him was pushed away from his mind, replaced by the sheer pleasure, physical and emotional, that Deimos and Jason were giving him.
“Is it true?” – Deimos inquired at some point, confidently easing his cock in and out of the guy’s slick canal – “Have you fantasized about me… earlier, in the Alcove?”
“Not just earlier…” – Helios admitted with a shy tone – “I tried to fight it, but you… you’re too confident, too sexy… I dreamt of you many times… I was so scared…”
Deimos changed angle to better hit the guy’s prostate, making him squirm and gasp in pleasure: “But you’re not scared anymore…”
Looking at the two Dark men making love, Jason felt in awe: they were so beautiful! Deimos’ muscular buttocks were irresistible, while moving up and down with sensual, powerful thrusts. Absentmindedly, Jason placed his hand on the bulging black ass, taking handfuls of the twitching glute and following its movements. Every time Deimos’ ass plunged down, Jason added some pressure, making Helios moan for the stronger fuck.
“I love you what you’re doing back there” – Deimos joked, panting for the effort – “but our friend here needs your magic touch…”
With a smile, Jason sneaked his head into Helios’ lap and engulfed his throbbing cock into his mouth, making Helios moan louder and tilt his hips to go deeper into the guy’s welcoming mouth.
Using both his mouth and his hands, Jason played a number on Helios’ body, and when he noticed that Deimos’ thrust had become frantic, he slammed his face down on Helios’ cock, taking it all, to the base.
The guy shook like he was hit by an electric surge and locked eyes with Deimos: “Breed me… Breed me like you breed the Wives! AAAAGGHH!!!”
“Here it comes, stud!” – Deimos moaned, hitting the climax; he stiffened and shoved his cock as deep as possible into Helios’ loosened ass, flooding his insides with his manly seed. Helios uttered a high-pitched squeal and shot many long ropes of thick cream straight down Jason’s gullet.
The water in the pool slowly went back to a relaxing stillness, and Jason recoiled. Deimos was still inside Helios and was watching him with caring eyes. Helios, unwilling to let him go, threw his arms around his neck and held him tight. “Not even in my dreams I imagined it could be so beautiful…” – the guy haltingly confessed, and Deimos cautiously replied: “And I couldn’t imagine that such desires were harboring into your soul. We husbands sometimes find ourselves in… intimate situations, when doing the Inseminations, we see each other make love to the Wives, we share the same Nuptial bed and… even the same lady-hole, but you always seemed totally uninterested in men…”
“I am” – Helios said, with a thoughtful expression, finally letting go of Deimos – “I mean, I don’t feel attracted to men, for real, but you… you are you, I don’t know how to say it. Which, thinking about it, makes things look even worse…”
“Worse than what?” – Jason interjected, lying in the water next to Helios – “Men are… men. They need to spread their seed, and they need even more to create deep interpersonal bonds. There’s nothing wrong with that. A man can force himself to restrain his sexuality, but it’s like wearing a mask: no one can see you anymore, no one can see your real self. Today, despite the horrible experience you had to endure, you let us see the real you, you let us gaze into your soul, and we did the same. What happened here is just beautiful.”
“But Boba-Maiii…” – Helios objected, but Jason shook his head: “If anyone tells you that Boba-Maiii wants you to live in misery, they’re either lying or mistaken. Take this as truth.”
“Listen to him” – Deimos said to Helios – “for the paleness of his skin mirrors the clarity of his mind. He opened my eyes, and I hope he’ll open yours too. But yes, it’s scary, I won’t deny it. And it’s hard. There are evil and narrow-minded people in Eclipse, and even if I know they’re wrong, I’d never want them to shout it to everyone I’m an invo. What just happened must be kept secret.”
Helios shot a sideways glance at Jason, guessing he didn’t tell Deimos what happened earlier that morning in the Entrance Hall, with Vesper. Jason’s underwater nudge confirmed he’d guessed right, so he just said to Deimos: “We must be careful. Rumors spread wider than we can imagine.”
Jason frowned: “We’ve always been very careful, and yet I know there are rumors about Deimos and me. For the life of me I can’t guess how the news spread.”
Both Deimos and Helios shrugged their shoulders, as puzzled as Jason.
None of them noticed a Pale guy hiding behind the half-open door of the Nuptial Alcove, flashing an evil smirk. He was Deimos’ former helper, Darek.
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