≈ Ch. 4: A DANGEROUS WORLD ≈
~ The Darks venture outdoors ~
The next morning, while eating his breakfast, Jason noticed that the lighting of the entire Eclipse was low, and some seldom used areas were completely dark; this reminded him the alarm in the Guardian’s voice, the day before, when they saw the light surrounding the glass doors turning from blue to red: Boba-Maiii was angry, and refused to support his people anymore.
Jason remembered that the Darks were due to take an expedition outdoors, that morning, to dig for Holy Stones, and rushed to Deimos’ room, in case he needed something before going. He found Deimos already ready to go: he was wearing a cloth knotted between his legs, like loose short pants, and he was carrying the tools he needed, a short spade tied on his back and a long knife hanging from his belt.
The sight of the knife alarmed Jason, who asked: “Are there dangerous beasts out there, in the wild?”
Deimos shot a reassuring smile: “Don’t worry, I’ll be safe. Wish me good luck: we need to find at least two Holy Stones, and it’s not easy, because they’re deeply buried under the dirt. We’ll have to dig a lot…”
“And you’ll have to work under the lethal rays of the twin Suns…” – Jason added, and though he was trying to keep a firm tone, his voice sounded more like a whine.
“My sweet Jason, I don’t want you to worry for me. We’re Darks, the twin Suns can do nothing to us… except making us sweat like pigs! I’ll badly need a bath when I come back…”
“OK…” – Jason replied, unsure. He was still worried. He knew that the Darks often ventured outdoors to hunt or find Stones, but before becoming Deimos’ helper he’d never thought at what it really meant facing the dangers of the outside wilderness. He looked around, to be sure there weren’t prying eyes around, and threw himself into Deimos’ arms, pleading: “Promise you’ll be careful…”
“You silly…” – Deimos chuckled, holding Jason tight – “I’ll come back earlier than you think… and in one piece, don’t worry. Now I’d better go. And before you ask, you can’t walk me to the Entrance. See you later.”
Deimos walked out of the room, and after a short while Jason left, too, heading to the Antechamber. For years his days had been quite void and boring: like all the adults, he mostly took care of the younger boys, maintained Eclipse (with the convenient help of Boba-Maiii) and kept the common areas clean. But recently, being now the Guardian’s pupil and Deimos’ helper, he felt like the days had too few hours.
He entered the Antechamber and looked around: the Guardian wasn’t there, so he sat at the desk and looked at the shelf containing the Sacred Tomes. He remembered that the thick brown Tome to the right was about the wilderness surrounding Eclipse, and he took it.
All the pages were covered with small symbols, neatly ordered in lines. Jason looked more attentively at them, and with surprise he recognized some of them: they were the same kind of symbols that he’d seen many times, in many different locations of Eclipse, including the front side of the Altars, just below the black cylinder. So, they weren’t just a fancy decoration! If those symbols neatly drawn in the Tomes had a meaning, then the same symbols scattered all around the underground facility had a meaning, too!
But if they meant something… then what the hell did they mean?
«It’s beyond my capabilities…» – Jason thought ruefully, and began turning the pages of the Tome, looking for the illustrations Archon told him about. And he found them! There were many amazing color images of the outside world, showing the twin Suns blazing in the middle of the clear blue sky, the arid reddish dirt dotted with thorny bushes and skeletal low trees, and even the effect of the occasional windstorms that created twirling clouds of dust.
Apparently, judging from the photos, the planet surface was arid, due to the heat of the sunrays, but the underground was rich in water, which fed the plants, and also – Jason easily guessed – fed the entire Eclipse.
There was also a section of the Tome about the local flora and fauna, with detailed pictures of the bushes, which hid juicy berries between its thorns; and big reddish vegetables growing under the trees; and even weird roots that could be dug out of the dirt. The soil was compact and hard to dig; but apparently under the plants, thanks to their long thin roots, it was soft enough to be dug even with bare hands.
Jason turned a page and saw the image of a weird animal that looked like a rat, digging galleries under the bushes; and peaceful four-legged beasts covered with a soft fur eating the sparse foliage from the trees. All in all, apart from the deadly sunrays, the outside world didn’t seem too bad. It was inhospitable, yes, but not dangerous.
But Jason was wrong, and he understood how wrong he was when he went on flipping the pages and suddenly the image of a monstrous creature filled an entire page. It was something halfway between a wolf and a bear, with deadly fangs and claws, and eyes filled with blood. In the picture, the horrid beast was walking close to a tree, and that detail gave Jason the measure of how big it was. As tall as a man when walking, twice as tall when standing on the hind legs.
“Good Boba-Maiii…” – Jason murmured to himself, watching with wide eyes the monster staring back at him from the page. And he soon gasped, knowing that Deimos, at that very moment, was out there, in the wild, where that deadly beast lurked around, searching for a prey to maul and tear to pieces…
He leapt to his feet, in deep anguish, and quickly knelt at the Altar located on the wall opposite to the desk. He didn’t pronounce the traditional invocation, as he was not asking for something like food or fixing something; he just bowed his head and prayed with a trembling voice: “If you really exist, Boba-Maiii, don’t let anything bad happen to the men out there. Keep them safe… Keep Deimos safe…”
~ Arcane symbols ~
Boba-Maiii didn’t give any sign of himself, of course, and Jason raised his eyes to the Altar, noticing again the weird symbols carved under the black cylinder. His mind was caught again by the mystery hidden in those symbols, so he stood up and left the Antechamber. He went exploring Eclipse, visiting rooms and areas he knew well, but this time he looked at them with new eyes.
Those arcane symbols were scattered everywhere: big symbols were carved in the walls of the vast Main Hall, smaller symbols decorated the many black paintings hung along the corridors and in the bedrooms, lines and lines of tiny symbols were painted in the dining hall. For years Jason had seen those symbols, taking them for fancy, useless decorations; but now that he knew they hid a message, they seemed almost alien to Jason’s eyes. Why did Boba-Maiii paint or carve those symbols when he created Eclipse, at the beginning of time? Were they arcane messages from Boba-Maiii to His people?
Jason knew well he was not supposed to venture up to the Entrance hall, but he seemed to remember to have seen those symbols up there, too. So, he cautiously opened the hidden door leading to the spiral staircase and climbed up. And here they were, seven big symbols carved in plain sight, on the wall opposite to the glass doors.
«Wait…» – Jason thought, widening his eyes – «These are the very same seven symbols carved in the wall of the Main Hall…».
He thoroughly scanned with his eyes the curves and the line drawn on the wall, totally absorbed by the mystery surrounding them, but he was abruptly snapped out of his elucubrations by the sound of the glass door suddenly opening and by many clamoring voices coming from outside.
He turned around and gasped, seeing a dead monster, the very same he saw in the Tome, lying out of the door; the three Darks who just transported it untied the ropes they used to haul the heavy animal and noisily came inside. Deimos was not among them.
Six angry eyes suddenly pointed to Jason, who wilted under their gaze. “What the fuck are you doing here, paleface??” – yelled Vesper, the bulkiest of them, and Jason stepped back, scared shitless, sure that they were about to kill him. “Please, don’t hurt me, Co-Husband” – Jason pleaded – “I… I know I shouldn’t come up here, but…”
“I mean why the fuck aren’t you with Deimos, shithead! Aren’t you his helper?” – Vesper bellowed – “Castor just brought him to his room, he’s injured! The Gryx attacked him!”
Jason uttered a choked scream and ran away, took the spiral staircase, almost tripping on the small steps, and then ran at breakneck speed through the long corridors, that got darker by the minute, because Boba-Maiii didn’t love and protect them anymore.
When he crashed into Deimos’ bedroom, saw him lying on the low bed, with deep parallel wounds on his ribs and on his leg, clearly made by the deadly claws of the beast, the Gryx, as Vesper called it.
“Deimos!” – Jason cried out, crouching next to the wounded man – “My god, look at you…”
“Don’t get too scared, the wounds are not that deep. The Gryx is definitely worse off than me…” – Deimos tried to joke, but his faint smile was soon replaced by a smirk of pain.
Jason was panicking, but took a deep breath: there was no time for panic, Deimos needed help, and quickly. He stood up, moved to the Altar in the room and invoked with a trembling voice: “Laudon…!”
A reddish light illuminated the Altar, sign that Boba-Maiii was angry and unwilling to listen to pleas. But Jason soldiered on: “O almighty Boba-Maiii… I know you’re angry and don’t want to help us anymore, but please… I’m begging you from the bottom of my heart… I never needed your help as much as I do now. Your faithful servant, Deimos, is badly injured. Help me save Deimos! If he dies I… I…”
Jason’s voice broke, and the silence fell in the room. The reddish light of the altar flickered, waved, almost all the lights in the room went off, and at long last the Altar was lit by a barely visible blue light. At Jason’s feet appeared bandages, disinfectant and wide patches covered with a healing balm.
“Thank you Boba-Maiii… Thank you for listening to your servant’s heartfelt plea…” – Jason murmured, fighting the tears of relief that were filling his eyes.
He grabbed the medications and ran back to Deimos, who comforted him: “Hey, hey, calm down… Yes, it hurts, I’m not hiding my pain to you, but believe me: I’m not going to die anytime soon. It could go much worse, but the Gryx stepped on a dry branch and the sound alerted me. When he attacked me I was ready to fight, and you see how it ended. We’ll have enough food for two weeks.”
Jason didn’t reply, but he was clearly angry: the co-husbands shouldn't have allowed this to happen to Deimos! He carefully cleaned the wounds and applied with expert moves the bandages on the torso and the leg. The weird garment Deimos was wearing on his hips was in the way, so Jason unlaced and removed it, without any embarrassment by either of them: after all, it wasn’t the first time Jason saw Deimos naked… When done, Jason couldn’t hold his tongue anymore: “The beast should’ve attacked one of the co-husbands, not you! It’s unfair!”
Deimos chuckled: “You’ve got a point, here! But jokes apart, I’d never wish anyone to get attacked by a Gryx, not even those morons. And besides, there was no one with me. We usually hunt in pairs, but we’re five and… well… I told you I’m not exactly popular among them.”
“You mean… you faced the monster all alone??” – Jason gasped, looking at Deimos with wide eyes like he was a superhero… which he actually was – “Those damn co-husbands are useless pieces of crap…”
“Oh, no, they were very helpful” – Deimos chuckled – “Not only did they bring the Gryx all the way back to Eclipse, under the unmerciful twin Suns, but they also brought back the Stone I’ve found. Look over there…”
Jason turned around and saw a sort of crystal with an irregular shape; it was so big that he couldn’t circle it all with his arms. It emanated a faint blue light, very similar to the one radiating from the Altar when Boba-Maiii was happy.
“It’s so beautiful… And so big!” – Jason said under his breath.
“Don’t touch it” – Deimos warned – “Never touch a Holy Stone, as they’re very dangerous to Pales. Only Darks can touch them, and the Guardian, too, but only wearing protective gloves. But yeah, it’s big” – he added with a proud tone – “Stones that big are dug out only once in a year or two. It took me hours to dig it out of the dirt, but it was worth the pain: I bet Boba-Maiii will be happy for a long time, now.”
Jason looked at Deimos with adoring eyes, knowing that he, all by himself, had worked for hours under the merciless sun to unearth that huge stone; and then, exhausted and drenched in sweat, he had to fight the deadly Gryx, armed only with a knife.
“You’re… wonderful. The most wonderful man to have ever walked Eclipse” – Jason said with passion – “I hope… I’m sure that Boba-Maiii is keeping a special place for you close to His seat, on Earth…”
~ Vanishing scruples ~
Deimos raised a hand and put it on Jason’s shoulder: “Thank you Jason. Thank you for curing me, thank you for worrying for me, and… thank you for what you said to Boba-Maiii at the Altar. I can’t put into words how deep in my heart your words went …”
Deimos’ hand moved from Jason’s shoulder to the nape of his neck, and gently pulled down Jason’s face, until their lips were an inch apart. And then Deimos pulled him down one last inch.
Their mouths locked, and this time it wasn’t a chaste peck like the one Jason gave Deimos underwater: this time both of them let their hearts take control, and the kiss turned into a fierce battle of tongues, lips and teeth. There was such a hunger, such a passion in their kiss that they both felt like melting into each other.
When they recoiled, they stood still for a while, panting, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Any regrets?” – Deimos cautiously asked, breaking the silence. “Not even one” – Jason replied, putting an effort in finding his voice. Jason saw something moving with the corner of his eye and turned to see it: unbelievable as it seemed, Deimos’ manhood was standing stiff and proud, pointing to the ceiling.
“Don’t be surprised…” – Deimos said, stifling a grin – “After a harsh fight, a man feels… alive. More than alive. Too bad Pearl is not fertile anymore. Pregnant or not, women are only fertile for a few days a month, so I’ll have to wait until next month…”
“But… I’m your helper. I could… uhm… help you. You know it’s relaxing and… err… enjoyable.”
“If I can’t do it for Pearl, who should I get ready for?”
“For yourself” – Jason replied, with a warm smile – “Don’t you deserve some pleasure, after all you went through? You can’t always give, Deimos: sometimes it’s only fair you get something in return…”
“I… long for your touch.” – Deimos confessed, almost surprised to hear himself say so, but immediately added: “But…you won’t make me waste my seed, is it understood?”
Jason flashed a mischievous grin, and nodded yes. This time he didn’t go and take the perfumed oil, he didn’t need it, because he was going to provide all the needed lubrication with his tongue…
Jason flickered the tip of his tongue on Deimos’ right nipple, and then licked it all around. Deimos moaned softly and closed his eyes, while a contented smile appeared on his face. The wet tongue lapped and licked the bulging pecs, exploring with eager insistence the deep groove between them.
“I’m all covered in sweat…” – Deimos weakly protested, but Jason murmured, talking into the wide chest: “I love every sweet drop of your sweat, as they are visible proof of your courage and selflessness…”
Jason gently pulled Deimos’ arm up and dove his face into his humid, odorous armpit. “Hooooly fuck…”, Deimos moaned, shivering for the sensation and for the sheer intimacy of the guy’s gesture. Jason’s tongue played with the curly body hair, bathing the entire armpit with his saliva, to then move further up, to the strong neck, the squared jaws, the tender bearded skin under the chin.
The eager mouth went on kissing and licking the massive torso, insisting on the nipples and deeply exploring the belly button. Deimos moaned softly, and a feeble “More…” escaped his lips.
Jason smiled inwardly and shifted down to the hips, lowered his head between Deimos’ thighs and sucked one of his big balls into his mouth, making the man tilt his hips and moan louder. The wrinkled skin felt weird into Jason’s inexperienced mouth, but having the source of Deimos’ virility between his lips made Jason’s head spin for the excitement.
Both balls were dutifully bathed and cleaned, and Jason eyed the massive black rod, as straight as an arrow, rising from the pubes in front of his eyes: it was about time that wonderful man, that mighty hero, got the reward he deserved…
“God yesss…” – Deimos breathed when two hungry lips engulfed the tip of his cock. Jason’s wet tongue enveloped the sensitive glans, exploring every inch of it, without rush, moving from the frenulum to the wide flange, then down to the shaft and back up.
Jason took his time, bobbing his head up and down on the massive black meat, savoring it like it was the most delicious food. He was cautious, because he remembered how hard it was for him, the first time, making the thick member slide inside his throat. But that was Deimos’ prize, and Jason knew he had to be as brave as the black warrior. He pushed his head down, until the bloated glans rested on the back of his mouth; Deimos almost held his breath and forcefully held his hands down, on the mattress, unwilling to force Jason to take such a difficult step.
And then Jason went all the way, he took a deep breath and relaxed his throat muscles, finally letting the big intruder pass. A low growl echoed in the room and Jason felt his heart leap into his chest, happy as he was for giving such a great pleasure to the man he owed so much. He recoiled, took a couple breaths more, and let once more the stiff rod force open his gullet, and then again, again, giving all he had to give, and still knowing it wasn’t enough to repay Deimos for what he’d endured for him and the entire Eclipse.
Deimos’ breath became heavier, and Jason doubled his efforts, ignoring the discomfort and the tears welling from his eyes. Faster, faster! Jason grabbed Deimos’ balls with one hand and placed the other one flat, on the man’s pubes, as if he wanted to squeeze his virile essence out of his manhood.
“Ohh… Ohhh!” – Deimos moaned louder and louder, and then yelled: “Stop! Stop! I’m about to lose my load!”
But Jason didn’t stop, he went on bobbing his head up and down like crazy, letting the engorged member crash into his gullet at each thrust, and suddenly every single muscle in Deimos’ body stiffened, in the delightful agony of the climax.
“NNNNGGHH!!” – Deimos groaned loud, while thick jets of cream flooded Jason’s mouth. Jason sucked hard, keeping Deimos’ glans on his flat tongue, and gulped down mouthfuls of warm seed, tasting for the first time its incredible aroma. The long cock pulsated in his hand, adding to the already mind-blowing feeling of having given to his man a body-shaking pleasure.
Slowly the contractions ceased, and Jason sucked hard, to gulp down the very last drops of sweet nectar coming from the exhausted member.
A deep silence fell in the room, broken only by Deimos’ heavy breaths. The man opened his eyes and looked at Jason with reproach: “Why did you do that?! I told you I didn’t want to waste my essence!”
Jason grinned, looking at the perfectly clean shrinking cock, and replied with a mischievous tone: “I’d say that not a single drop got wasted…”
“You… You…” – Deimos began, trying to look irate, but he miserably failed and burst into a liberating laughter: “Damn bratty kid! You tricked me! Ha ha ha! Man, was it wild… Seriously, Jason, I don’t know how you do that, I swear it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had!”
~ Helping the Helper ~
Jason smiled wide, but then his smile faded into a shy expression. He stood on his knees, to better look down at Deimos’ eyes, and cautiously asked: “Say… How… uhm… How does it feel? Having an orgasm, I mean…”
Deimos’s eyes widened, flipping back and forth from Jason’s blushing face to his cock, throbbing and twitching under his tunic: “You mean you’ve never… Come on, you must’ve had an orgasm in your life!”
“We Pales are told since we enter puberty that wasting our essence is bad, and Boba-Maii would be terribly displeased if we do it…”
“They teach us Darks the same…” – Deimos said, and Jason shrugged his shoulders, with a desolate expression: “But then you Darks can lay a woman, and discover the joys of sex. But there are no women for us Pales. You shared with me your most intimate secrets, Deimos, and I watched you, moments ago, hitting your climax, but… how does it feel?”
“I… well… I can’t really explain it, but… uhm…” – Deimos began, and then slowly sneaked his hand under Jason’s tunic, along the thigh, until his hand firmly grabbed Jason’s rock-hard dick: “I think it’s better for you to discover it by yourself… if it’s OK for you.”
The mere touch of Deimos’ hand on his inflamed manhood gave a shiver of pleasure to Jason, who closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying that cautious, innocent contact with every fiber of his being. It was something that for years had been the most forbidden act for him, but… he didn’t want to believe Boba-Maiii could get really angry for such a sweet thing.
“Please…” – he just breathed, looking straight into Deimos’ eyes.
“Then come” – Deimos said, rising from the bed and standing on his feet. Ignoring Jason’s protests, he took him by his hand and pulled him toward the massage table: “Let’s do things properly. Lie down on the table… No, don’t protest: for the next hour or so I will be your helper, and yes, you absolutely need to lie down. Trust me:” – he concluded with a knowing grin – “…you’ll thank me for insisting.”
Jason took off his tunic and reluctantly climbed on the table; he felt embarrassed to stay naked on the table where only Deimos was supposed to lie on. In the meantime, Deimos went to take the small jar with the perfumed oil, and when he turned around he saw Jason propped on a shoulder, looking at him with wide anxious eyes. The rosy blush on his cheeks was irresistible.
“Jason” – Deimos said with a warm, comforting voice – “you did to me things that no one ever did before, and you made me do things that should make me blush brighter than you’re doing now. Don’t be anxious. Offer yourself to my touch, and you won’t regret it…”
Jason relaxed, reclined on the table on his back and slightly parted his legs, as a sign of complete trust. And he couldn’t hold a long, ragged gasp when he felt Deimos’ fingers curling around his stiff member. The hand began a gentle, slow up-and-down movement, each time reaching the crown of the plump helmet to then recede, sliding down along the shaft to the pubes.
An unknown warmth spread across Jason’s body, making his blush shine brighter on his cheeks, and a contented “Mmmhhh…” escaped his lips. Deimos placed his free hand on Jason’s chest, gently brushing his palm on his chiseled pecs, burying his fingers in his thick body hair.
“I’m so envious of you…” – Deimos murmured – “You’re so hairy… On your chest, your legs, your forearms… Hairiness is the distinctive trait of real men, to me…”
Jason, lost in a cloud of relaxation and pleasure, luxuriated his eyes on Deimos’ massive black body, and softly replied: “If a real man ever existed, it’s you. You don’t need a hairy chest to win hands down any manliness competition…”
“Speaking about hands…” – Jason said with a mischievous grin, ramping up the pace of his strokes on Jason’s dick. “OoooOOOHH”, the guy moaned, arching his back and pressing his head on the low pillow. Now, Deimos’ slick fingers reached up more, brushing on the taut skin of the glans, and each brush sent jolts of pleasure down Jason’s spine.
Deimos switched hands, to be able to wank Jason’s meat and massage his balls at the same time. The guy squirmed, taken aback by the new, powerful pleasure radiating from his groin. He suddenly stiffened and held his breath, and Deimos immediately let go of the throbbing cock: “Woah, you’re so pent up… Relax… You don’t want it to end so soon, do you…”
Jason uttered a little groan of disappointment, but it was true, he didn’t want it to end anytime soon! He took deep breaths, relaxed, and watched Deimos with adoring eyes: “You’re… so experienced!”
“Not really…” – Deimos chuckled – “Do you think I spend my time stroking men’s cocks? It happened only once, I was a stupid teen… But let’s not talk about me: this is your special moment.”
He poured more perfumed oil on his hands and began massaging Jason’s chest, his abs, and then moved up to the shoulders, to make him relax more. Jason smiled for the pleasure of being serviced that way, but then shot an inquisitive glance: “Who was the lucky guy?”
“You get easily distracted, boy…” – Deimos replied, evading the question – “Let me remind you who you should focus on…”. With these words, Deimos leaned over Jason’s chest and flickered his tongue on his pointy nipple. “Oh god…!” – Jason immediately exclaimed, with a halting voice – “What… mmmhh… What are you doing to me…”
“What you did to me many times” – Deimos replied, moving to the other nipple and eliciting more loud moans. In the meantime, his hand gently scraped Jason’s chiseled abs, to then move further down, to take possession again of the unattended dick.
The strong massage resumed, and Jason’s soft moans with it. Deimos’ fingers circled the wide helmet and insisted on the sensitive crown, bringing Jason to the brink of the orgasm again.
He wanted to give more to Jason, to repay him for the selfless devotion he’d always shown to him, and tentatively lowered his head, parting his lips. But he had to fight with his instinct, as taking another man’s virility into his mouth didn’t appeal to him in the least; and yet, Jason crossed that line for him, he couldn’t be any less, he had to force himself…
“Don’t do it” – Jason breathed, at the unbelievable sight of such a powerful man humbling himself that way – “You don’t need to…”
Deimos lowered his head another inch. Jason felt his hot breath on his inflamed cock, and craved to feel those plump lips on his fiery manhood, but it was more than clear that the dominant warrior was forcefully bending his nature to pay that last homage to him.
“Please, don’t do it…” – Jason said again, in a barely audible voice; Deimos ignored his plea and forced himself to open his mouth wide, fighting to find the strength to purse his lips around the throbbing member.
“AAAARRGGHHH!!!” – Jason screamed, swept away by the sweetness of Deimos’ heroic effort. He felt something like a tidal wave mount inside him, a scaring wave that threatened to drown him, but all Jason wanted was to drown under its unstoppable force. He didn’t fight, he let the wave crash on him and submerge him with all its mighty strength, come what may. All his muscles stiffened and a thick, powerful plume of white seed rocketed out of piss slit and landed into Deimos’ open mouth, soon followed by many others. Deimos instinctively recoiled, spitting out the slick cream, but kept stroking the spurting member, unwilling to ruin Jason’s first orgasm, ignoring the unpleasant deluge of virile seed splatting on his arm up to his chest and seeping down his hand.
Jason couldn’t stop screaming, swept away by the most intense sensation his body had ever experienced. But he was suddenly aware that his copious sperm was showering Deimos, and that the man didn’t seem to like it at all.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop…” – he whined when, at long last, he seemed to run out of creamy bullets – “Why did you force yourself to do that… You’re too much of a man to humble yourself that way…”
Deimos shook his head and lowered his gaze: “And yet this powerful man couldn’t be on par with you… If ever I needed another proof of your worth, I just got it. I’m in awe of you.”
“Don’t be silly…” – Jason joked, trying to get off the table, but his head was spinning too much, after the massive orgasm, and he was about to fall off the edge. Deimos promptly held him and let him lie down again, chuckling: “Now you know why I insisted on using the massage table. I won’t ever forget my first orgasm, and I can say yours was as… devastating as mine. Now rest, while I… uhm… clean myself. I’m sorry I let you waste your seed…”
“Who should I save it for? I don’t want to plant doubts in your mind, but all this thing of Boba-Maiii enjoying watching us suffer with repressed desire that can never find relief seems… stupid to me.”
Deimos was a bit shocked, hearing Jason’s words, and cautiously replied: “It’s not for me to judge. As a Dark man, I’m luckier, because so far I could find relief; but often I have to restrain myself, too, and I can’t imagine how hard it was for you restraining your most primal instinct for… what, twenty years?”
“Twenty-one. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have voiced my doubts that way.”
Deimos moved closer, looked down at Jason with great tenderness, and said: “I want you to tell me whatever you feel to. I don’t want to keep secrets between us.”
“Oh, OK…” – Jason smiled wide, leaping off the table – “Then tell me: who was the lucky guy you stroked to orgasm?”
“Vesper” – Deimos revealed, frowning – “But it’s not a pleasant memory for me. I was fourteen, he was sixteen, we felt horny and agreed to masturbate each other; he wanted me to go first, and I made him cum, and soon after he turned around, saying that he wasn’t an invo like me, and off he was. He humiliated me, and I’ve hated him since. And I know the feeling is mutual. That’s all.”
Jason felt bad for forcing Deimos to recall such an unpleasant memory and hugged him: “How many times will you have to forgive me for the stupid things I say?”
“Not once” – the man warmly replied, reciprocating the tight hug – “because I can’t remember a single thing you should be forgiven for.”
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