≈ Ch. 9: STELLAN’S INITIATION ≈
~ Forbidden desires ~
After the intense heart-to-heart with Deimos in the pool, Jason got out of the water, quickly toweled off and wore his tunic again. His growling stomach told him it was lunch time, so he moved to the Altar and asked for some food for Deimos. He did it in the most ‘traditional’ way, invoking Laudon and then bending a knee: it was more than clear that Deimos wasn’t ready to fully accept the truth about Boba-Maiii, and Jason didn’t want to make him feel bad.
“Don’t you have lunch with me?” – Deimos asked, grabbing the bowl that Jason was offering him.
“I’d better go to the Dining Hall. I wouldn’t want to hide what we do and what we… feel, but you’re right when you say the co-husbands wouldn’t understand. Most of the Pales wouldn’t, either. I’ve been here in your private room the entire morning, without any apparent reason, and… some questions may arise.”
“You’re my Helper!” – Deimos defiantly stated, but he soon deflated: “…but we must be careful. People talk…”
Jason shot a conciliatory smile, nodding his head, and went away. He didn’t really care about what people could say, as it was clearly none of their business what he did or didn’t do with Deimos; but was painfully aware that for Deimos it was completely different. He was a Dark, he was the First Husband, and wasn’t precisely loved by the co-husbands. A misstep could cost him an unbearable humiliation, and that was the last thing Jason wanted to happen to Deimos.
Right or not, Jason knew he couldn’t talk to anyone about his deep bond with Deimos; and yet, what he felt in his heart was just too big to keep it sealed inside himself…
Jason’s eyes brightened when he entered the Dining Hall and spotted Stellan sitting at a table, alone, eating the brownish pudding that was their only food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Stellan was his best friend, they’d always shared their deepest secrets and unspeakable desires, and Jason knew he could safely share with him this secret, too.
“Hey buddy…” – Jason saluted after taking a bowl of uninviting pudding, sitting in front of Stellan, who raised his gaze and smiled wide; his eyes soon became a bit inquisitive: “You’re grinning like the cat who ate the canary…”
Jason chuckled, because he felt exactly like that… except no one in Eclipse could tell what a ‘cat’ or a ‘canary’ were: it was just an expression that came from ancient times when probably it still had a meaning.
Casting wary glances around to ensure no one could hear, Jason dropped his voice and said: “Now, keep it quiet… I did something I couldn’t believe possible… I asked Deimos to make love to me.”
Stellan’s jaws almost dropped into the bowl: “Make… love? You mean… all the way? You gave him your ass??”
“You got the picture, yes” – Jason chuckled, and Stellan looked at him with wide eyes full of admiration, like he was a hero or something: “Say… is Deimos as endowed as I think he is?”
This time Jason had to put some effort into muffling an earthy laughter: “I didn’t count the inches, but granted, it felt like it never ended!”
“You’re so brave! It must’ve hurt a lot… I mean, a man’s ass is not made to do… that!”
“If you ask me, I’d say a man’s ass is just perfect to do that!” – Jason chuckled again – “And as for the pain… I felt some pain, but it was the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt. I guess that if the man cares about you, everything comes naturally, and the lovemaking is exquisite. For sure, this is what I felt. The pleasure I felt… I can’t describe it.”
Stellan was drinking from Jason’s lips, so he went on: “But what really blew my mind was the sense of… belonging to Deimos, the complete intimacy. I felt his pleasure and it became my pleasure. I don’t know if you can really understand what I mean, but witnessing a man gasping and writhing in the throes of his climax is… mind-blowing!”
“You’re about to witness it again…” – Stellan murmured with a coarse voice, hurriedly bringing his hand down the table, to subdue an irrepressible erection. His cheeks were flushed with an irresistible rosy glow.
There was a sudden noise in the almost deserted hall, and Jason glanced around in alarm. Far from them, the janitor Aric was just putting away his cleaning tools, ready for his afternoon break. Jason followed him with his eyes, watching him swaggering away, irresistibly manly and sexy as ever.
Stellan stood up, quickly grabbed both his own and Jason’s bowls (failing to notice that Jason had eaten no more than a couple spoons), put them in the automatic recycler and grabbed Jason by his hand: “Let’s go to our room, I want… to ask you something.”
Jason was not sure he wanted to reveal all the details of his sex with Deimos, because that’s what Stellan was going to ask him, of course; nonetheless, he gladly followed his friend along the hallway to their room. When alone, Stellan seemed restless and embarrassed, apparently unable to give voice to the questions that burned on his tongue. Jason placed a caring hand on his cheek and murmured: “Buddy, you know you can ask me anything…”
Stellan locked eyes with Jason, inhaled deeply and said in one breath: “Make love to me… I don’t want to be a virgin anymore… Make love to me, Jason! Now…!”
Jason didn’t expect that, but the smile that suddenly appeared on his face dispelled all of Stellan’s doubts and fears. And yet, his reply wasn’t what Stellan hoped for: “I’d love to. You’re special to me, Stellan! What we feel for each other goes way beyond a strong friendship: making love to you would be wonderful! Only… I just gave Deimos all I had to give: the sex was sublime, but it drained me.”
That wasn’t the only reason for Jason’s refusal, actually. He’d just lost his virginity to Deimos, who was very experienced in matters of sex. Jason wasn’t that experienced: he was not experienced at all! How could he hope to break into his friend without hurting him?
Stellan lowered his gaze and tried to wear an understanding grin, but it was more than obvious that a fire was raging inside him.
A sudden sparkle of mischief lit up Jason’s gaze: “I have an idea… But you have to trust me. Trust me completely.”
“I’d go into a Gryx’s lair, if you asked me…”
“Not a Gryx…” – Jason chuckled, grabbing his friend’s hand – “…but almost. Come!”
~ The God of Pleasure ~
Jason pulled Stellan out of the bedroom, walked down the hallway to the end and stopped in front of Aric’s door. He knew that at that time of the afternoon Aric was resting, but not sleeping. And in all likelihood, he was naked…
Stellan held Jason and asked anxiously: “Are you sure?”
“That’s what I ask you, buddy: are you sure you want to go all the way? Aric is 200% man, I know… uhm… first-hand; he’s a demanding lover, but he’d never hurt you. It’s your decision.”
Stellan nodded excited, and Jason slowly opened Aric’s door, without knocking. Inside, the light was very dim, warm, and Aric was lying on his bed, naked, in all his hairy and muscular glory. Stellan had an instant erection and Jason, though totally spent, felt his cock twitch and tingle.
Aric opened his eyes, a bit pissed off by the intrusion, and shot a stern look at the guys. Jason pushed Stellan close to the bed and, much to Aric’s surprise, bent a leg and lowered his head in a reverent pose: “O powerful Aric, God of Pleasure, don’t be angry with us for disturbing your peace! Please take this young man as a sacrifice, innocent and pure. He is offered to you… wholly.”
Speaking the last words, Jason reached for Stellan’s legs, made him turn around and sensually raised his tunic, revealing the guy’s perfect buns, round and inviting as ripe melons.
Aric’s reaction was unmistakable: his veiny cock began to rise and thicken, making the loose foreskin uncover his growing mushroom head. He was clearly amused by the unexpected role-play Jason had conjured for him, and proud of being addressed as ‘God of Pleasure’, but his eyes exuded a deep, almost menacing lust.
“He’s unstained and inexperienced” – Jason insisted, lowering his voice to a sensual whisper – “but he willingly offers himself to you, o God of Pleasure, to do to him whatever pleases your mighty virility…”
Stellan was barely breathing, listening to Jason’s almost blasphemous words, but the excitement of being offered as a sacrificial lamb to the almighty God of Pleasure (which in his eyes Aric was), made his heartbeat race. He turned his head, still showing off his perfect bottom, and eagerly nodded, to let Aric know how deeply he wanted to do it.
Aric rose from his bed, sporting a frightful erection, and moved closer to the kneeling ‘priest’; his stiff manhood was at an inch from Jason’s face. “What about you, kid?” – he asked, looking down at Jason with a predatory glance – “You already turned me down once…”
While still locking eyes with Jason, Aric wetted his middle finger into his mouth, slowly reached to Stellan’s virgin hole and unceremoniously pierced it. It was an almost lewd gesture, even demeaning for Stellan, but for both guys it was incredibly erotic. Stellan groaned with unrestrained desire and almost lost his load. But Jason got the message: Aric was still pissed off with him for his refusal to have anal sex.
Still kneeling in front of Aric, Jason looked up and glanced shyly at him: “I… I’m still sore from giving my virginity to Deimos, a few hours ago, but… I’ll give myself to you, too, if you ask me. I don’t ever want to turn you down, Aric…”
“Fuck…” – Aric growled, while his stiff cock bounced up and down – “Knowing that Deimos’ seed is still inside you makes me want your ass even more… But I’ll wait for you to be ready, kid. In the meantime…”
He furiously wiggled his finger into Stellan’s ass, who cried out in ecstasy: “Holy shit!”
“It’s such a tight little ass you’re offering me, Successor” – Aric growled, piercing Jason with a lustful gaze – “and I might hurt him badly… if I’m not properly lubed.”
He thrust his hips an inch forward; his bloated mushroom head was so close to Jason’s lips that the guy could feel its warmth. The message was clear, and Jason didn’t back off: he opened his jaws wide and welcomed the demanding member inside his wet mouth.
“Fuck… You’re born to suck cock, kid…” – Aric groaned, tilting back his head, and Jason felt thrilled, proud and ashamed at the same time. Thrilled by the feeling of Aric’s beautiful cock on his tongue, proud of being able to give such a great pleasure to a seasoned lover like the studly janitor… and ashamed to be considered ‘born to suck cock’, like a slut or a filthy invo. But this last thought somehow spurred him to take more of the throbbing rod, pushing his head forward and thoroughly bathing it with saliva.
Aric seemed restless. Jason knew how demanding he was as a lover, and pushed hard his mouth onto the stiff member, trying to take it down his throat; but he was tense, and the kneeling position didn’t help. He gagged and recoiled, tried again and once more he couldn’t go all the way. He looked up at Aric, who stared back at him with a stern gaze: “With so little spit, I will badly hurt the innocent boy you offered me…”
Jason kept Aric’s gaze, opened wide his mouth and grabbed Aric’s free hand, bringing it to the nape of his own neck. He couldn’t go all the way, so far, but he knew that Aric would’ve taken what he wanted.
Aric instantly guessed the reason for Jason's unexpected gesture and flashed a knowing grin, but he didn’t pull Jason’s head to his pubes, like the guy expected. Instead, he withdrew his middle finger from Stellan’s ass and shoved it into Jason’s open mouth: “Here, this will help you…”
Jason greedily sucked Aric’s finger, savoring the scent and the taste of his friend’s intimate depths; he closed his eyes, munching with passion the savory finger, until it was brusquely withdrawn from his mouth. “Brace yourself, kid” – Aric growled, grabbing Jason’s head with both hands – “because you’re going to take it all… whether you’re ready or not.”
With a single thrust, Aric shoved the entire length of his greedy member into Jason’s open mouth, and held his head tightly pressed onto his groin; his bloated glans forcibly opened the tight throat muscles wide, sending shivers of pleasure coursing from his manhood to his entire body. “Fuck it feels so gooood…” – he moaned almost to himself, careless of Jason’s possible discomfort.
But Jason wasn’t feeling discomfort. He was totally subjugated by Aric’s overwhelming manliness and his invincible dominance, to the point of feeling like he was nothing more than a hole to fill, a sex toy, a puppet in Aric’s hands. And puppets don’t fight back, don’t resist and don’t feel discomfort. The only things that did matter, in Jason’s clouded mind, while the thick meat ravaged his throat, were Aric’s unrestrained moans of pleasure: a pleasure that he, Jason, could grant him with his inexperienced mouth!
That was the power of Aric: bringing his partners to cross the boundaries and break their limits, to venture into unexplored territories of wild sex and unfathomable ecstasy. Because that was what Jason was feeling: ecstasy. Despite being kneeling on the cold floor, and despite being treated like a sexual object, he felt Aric’s pleasure and it became his own pleasure; and when he looked up at Aric’s eyes, the glance of praise and respect he got back was more than he could desire.
~ An offer is accepted… in full ~
“Enough!” – Aric grunted, abruptly withdrawing his cock from Jason’s mouth – “Thanks kid, you lubed me up well. The ‘unstained boy’, here, maybe won’t feel split apart when I spear his tight hole! Boy! – he added, grabbing Stellan from his arm – “On the bed! Naked! And present your ass!”
It took no more than two seconds for Stellan to throw away his tunic and lay on the bed, on his back, holding his legs with his hands. Aric was soon over him, between the boy’s splayed legs, with his powerful hairy chest in full view in front of Stellan’s eyes. Stellan was trembling: watching Aric using and abusing Jason’s mouth filled him with fear and desire… but the desire was quickly overcoming any other sense.
“Are you a virgin, boy?”
“Yes, God of Pleasure…” – Stellan breathed, fighting to find enough air in his lungs to talk.
“And what’s your plea, boy?”
Stellan felt demeaned by Aric’s referring to him as ‘boy’, and not with his name; it seemed that for Aric he was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb, a faceless hole to vent his lust into. After what he’d seen and heard, Stellan knew that Aric was about to give him a rough fuck, brutally ripping his virginity in the most careless way, but his inner desire consumed him: in his eyes Aric was truly the mighty God of Pleasure, and nothing could be denied to him.
“O mighty God of Pleasure, I beg you to take my virginity…” – Stellan haltingly replied, while reality and role-play blurred into each other – “Please, fill me with your powerful virility, give me your mighty rod! Tear my hole open, hurt me, if you want, I don’t care.”
“Yeah, I could well shred that tiny hole of yours to pieces” – Aric menacingly growled, but soon his expression softened into a caring, affectionate smile – “But you see, I’m the God of Pleasure, not the God of Pain. Fear not, Stellan, relax, and leave everything to me, and I promise that you’ll scream, yes, but not in pain…”
Stellan smiled wide, looking straight at Aric and trying to take in all his enticing features at once, his sexy stubble, his manly jaws, his penetrant eyes. “Make love to me…” – Stellan almost whined, tilting his hips to entice the studly janitor, but he gently shook his head: “You’re not ready, yet. But with a little help from your friend…”
Jason took his cue and grabbed a jar of oil that unsurprisingly Aric kept at hand, right next to the bed, and offered it to Aric, who winked: “No, kid, you do it. Use plenty of lube and as many fingers as you can, because your buddy needs it… as I guess you know well, don’t you?”
With his eyes shining with excitement, Jason dipped his fingers into the jar and spread the slick oil all around Stellan’s hole, gently massaging the wrinkled areola to make the anal ring relax. Then he cautiously pushed a finger into the tight passage, looking straight at Stellan, who blushed and smiled back.
Jason had put one finger into his buddy’s hole, once, but now it was so different! Stellan was eager to be stretched and lubed and urged Jason to go on, deeper, adding more fingers. When the fingers became three and Stellan’s hole could effortlessly accommodate them, Aric took the lead again, leaning over Stellan and pressing his stiff cock on the guy’s slick hole.
Stellan held his breath, but Aric didn’t shove his member inside him as expected: he just stood still, pressing his mushroom head on Stellan’s backdoor. “You feel it, don’t you, Stellan? You are ready now, you can take me inside you. Desire it. Crave it. Open up for me, boy, and I’ll give you what you begged for…”
Aric’s voice was soothing, caring, but brought with it an understated dominance; despite the calm tone, his voice conveyed orders that couldn’t possibly be ignored. The God of Pleasure had spoken, and Stellan’s body obeyed, opening up to welcome the hot love stick inside. “OoooOOOHH!!!” – Stellan exclaimed, feeling the thick member moving past his tight anal ring and plopping inside. There was no pain, no discomfort: only an indescribable feeling of fullness. A virile member was exploring his depths for the first time, and the man who was maneuvering it was the sexiest man Stellan had ever known.
“More…” – Stellan begged with a coarse voice, as Aric wasn’t moving; and his plea was immediately heard. The stiff club began crawling inside him, deeper and deeper, giving to Stellan sensations that his inexperienced body couldn’t even imagine.
“Breathe…” – Aric gently reminded him, while his long rod reached deep inside Stellan’s body, to then rest against a bend on the guy’s inner linings. Aric stopped again and recoiled, then pushed back his cock deep inside Stellan, and then again, over and over, wringing halting moans and gasps from the ecstatic guy. But every time Aric pushed in, he always stopped at the same point.
“Give me it all…” – Stellan begged, but Aric was unsure: “It would hurt, and I don’t want to hurt you. There’s no need for you to take it all…”
“I came to give you something” – Stellan murmured – “but so far I only received from you. Let me give you all of myself, to the last inch. Please, God of Pleasure, accept my offer…”
Aric gave some more gentle thrust into Stellan’s chute and then nodded: “OK. But I can’t let you scream, or people would come, and we need some privacy, don’t we?”
“I won’t scream… I promise I won’t scream…!”
“Oh, you would, if I let you… Take a deep breath!”
Stellan inhaled as deep as he could and Aric immediately pressed his palm on his mouth, using the side of the thumb to pinch the nose, totally cutting the airflow. With a short, powerful thrust Aric’s cock made Stellan’s inner defenses crumble and broke into his most secret cavities. Stellan shut his eyes and stiffened, the veins on his neck bulging out for the effort of screaming, but not the faintest sound came out of his smothered mouth.
Aric stood still, looked straight at Stellan and slowly loosened his grip on the guy’s mouth. Stellan exhaled loudly, and then stuttered. “Th… Thank you…”
“My sweet, brave boy…” – Aric replied with a tenderness that neither Stellan nor Jason had ever heard – “You offered me your pain, now let me give you pleasure, in return…”
The experienced cock began moving back and forth, slowly at first, but soon pacing up, pushing inside with more passion, more determination. Aric’s eyes never stopped checking Stellan, while his cock became a piston that stretched open Stellan’s insides, to then retreat, leaving a short-lived sense of emptiness before the next assault.
Jason, sitting on the floor next to the bed, watched in awe Aric’s muscular body sway and arch, while his hips banged on Stellan’s buns with the force of a piledriver. At each powerful thrust, Stellan uttered a choked squeal, wearing an expression of pure bliss. The sexual tension that Aric’s cock was literally pouring into him was almost unbearable, and every time the experienced rod, not by chance, hit Stellan’s prostate, a burp of pre-cum spilled out of the guy’s dick.
“I… I can’t hold it…” – Stellan suddenly said with urgency – “Aric… I can’t hold it!! I’m coming…!!!”
“Take a deep breath!!” – Aric sternly commanded, and when Stellan’s lungs were full of air, he muffled his mouth again and pinched his nose.
All of Stellan’s muscles stiffened in the throes of the most intense pleasure his inexperienced body had ever felt; and incredibly enough, his inability to voice his pleasure boosted it to almost unbearable levels.
With his other hand, Aric grabbed Stellan’s spurting cock and stroked it with a tight grip, making Stellan arch his body even more.
“Nipples!” – Aric ordered Jason, and when the guy shot him a worried glance, he repeated in a commanding tone: “Nipples!”
Jason instantly assaulted his friend’s nipples with his mouth and his fingers. Stellan’s eyes bulged out, to then roll back, when his mind went weak for the hurricane of pleasure wreaking havoc on him: a wild, almost savage climax that his body, so unused to the joys of sex, couldn’t possibly bear.
“Fucccckkkk!!!” – Aric bellowed, slamming his cock all the way into Stellan’s spasming body and unloading his manly seed deep inside him. He raised his hand from Stellan’s mouth and a soft groan escaped the guy’s lips, followed by many deep breaths.
Aric looked down at Stellan, who stared back at him with glassy wet eyes: “You OK, boy?”
Stellan tried to talk, but his emotions didn’t let him; he grabbed Aric with his arms and legs, holding him tight, while murmuring with broken voice: “Thank you… Thank you…”
Jason took a deep breath of relief. He knew firsthand what Aric could do to a young man who knew almost nothing about physical pleasure; he’d already guessed the mischievous pleasure Aric found in granting to an inexperienced guy a pleasure that would blow many an adult’s mind. Jason expected Aric to do his wicked magic to Stellan, too; but Stellan’s reaction, while feeling an almost impossible pleasure without even the chance to scream, scared Jason a bit. And yet, when ordered to titillate his friend’s nipples, he obeyed Aric’s command, because he trusted him completely; borrowing Stellan’s words, Jason would’ve walked into a Gryx’s lair, if Aric told him.
“Holy fuckin’ shit!” – Stellan exclaimed, slowly disengaging from Aric’s body; but soon gasped, as Aric never let the boys use swear words: “I’m sorry, it slipped from my mouth!”
“You’re a man, now” – Aric replied with a fatherly grin – “You’re allowed to talk dirty, now and then!”
Stellan smiled and tried to move, but fell back on the mattress: “I… I don’t think I can stand on my feet right now…”
Aric recoiled and stood upright on his knees, laughing: “I bet you don’t! Hey, you’ve been fucked by the God of Pleasure, what did you expect? Stay kid, no need to rush. Sleep, if you want: Jason did the same when it was his turn… and he got a fraction of what I gave you!”
~ Hot retribution ~
Jason looked at Aric, his hairy body drenched in sweat, kneeling on the mattress in a manly pose, and couldn’t restrain a soft moan of desire. The studly janitor had always been an icon of masculinity in Jason’s eyes, but watching him now, with his knees apart and his cock still hard and dripping from the wild sex, was totally pornographic. It wasn’t just the manly pose, but also the confident and satisfied expression he had on his face. If a God of Pleasure ever existed, he couldn’t be anyone but Aric…
Despite feeling still drained after the intense sex with Deimos, Jason felt a fire rage inside him, and his dick slowly made a tent under his tunic. Almost without thinking, he climbed on the bed and stood on his knees, in front of Aric; without a word, he reached to Aric’s sweaty torso and sank his fingers into his thick body hair, sensually brushing his palms on the muscular pecs and contouring with his fingers the chiseled abs.
When his prying fingers reached Aric’s nipples, the man gasped and recoiled: “I’m done, kid… Don’t touch me there…”
“Let me enjoy your superb body some more, God of Pleasure…” – Jason pleaded, reaching down to the janitor’s veiny cock, still at half-mast – “You’re too much of a man to wimp out, I know you can take it…”
“Ho… Holy fuck…!” – Aric stuttered, when Jason’s grip began an excruciating massage on his now sensitive cock. The residual oil on Jason’s hand and the few drops of sperm still oozing from the piss slit were the only lubricant Jason was using, and the vicious polishing on his cock head was sending jolts of discomfort course through Aric’s spine.
It was suddenly clear to both of them that there was a sort of test of endurance going on: Jason wanted Aric to get a taste of the unbearable sensations he just gave to Stellan; and Aric wanted to keep up with the ‘godly’ image the guys had of him. What was stronger? Aric’s pride or his temporary oversensitivity? Jason was determined to find out…
“Nnngghh…” – Aric groaned through his clenched teeth, while Jason, now using both hands, kept stimulating in the most erotic way his cock and his nipples; on the outside, he was leisurely keeping his stance, with his knees apart and his arms along his body, but in reality he was putting an heroic effort in repressing the involuntary shivers and jerks caused by the jolts of discomfort Jason was causing him. And his efforts weren’t going unnoticed by Jason, who watched with lustful eyes the janitor’s muscles twitch and stiffen under the hairy skin.
“You’re so damn sexy…” – Jason murmured with a rapt tone, deeply hit by Aric’s display of fierce manliness, and intensified his caresses, tickling the heavy balls hanging between the splayed legs and flicking his nail on the man’s stiff nipples. He was so engrossed in the intense sexual intercourse that he didn’t even realize that his own dick had risen to a stiff, throbbing erection.
But Stellan did notice it! With a mischievous smirk, the guy oiled his hands and reached under Jason’s tunic; Jason’s eyes snapped wide open and a loud gasp escaped his mouth when he felt a thick thumb forcing open his unsuspecting man-hole and a determined hand grabbing his now stiff cock.
Aric nodded to Stellan with an approving glance, urging him to go on and give his friend as wild a treatment as the one he himself was getting from Jason; and the tug-of-war going on between Aric and Jason suddenly turned up a notch. Stellan began stroking Jason's dick in earnest, while shoving his thumb into his hole and using the other fingers to squeeze Jason’s perineum, and his prostate with it.
“Fuck!!” – Jason screamed, forcibly brought closer and closer to the peak of his pleasure; Stellan’s hands were playing a number on his most sensitive spots, and Jason realized he couldn’t last much longer. But he was determined not to cum before hearing Aric beg him to stop!
As a last resort, Jason bent down to Aric’s crotch; and though doing this granted Stellan an easier access to his private parts, it also let him engulf with his mouth Aric’s thick cock. There was no time, the pressure building into Jason’s groin was almost at a boiling point, and Jason shoved his face on Aric’s pubes, taking his entire length in one single thrust. Aric bucked hard, feeling his oversensitive glans brush against Jason’s tight throat muscles and a loud “FUCK!!” escaped his mouth.
Jason gave it all he got, and bobbed his head up and down the stiff rod with quick rabid thrusts. Aric uttered a feeble “Please…”; afraid to give in and beg like a loser, he quickly took a deep breath and muffled his mouth and nose, like he’d done earlier to Stellan. And then, in a stoic silence, accepted in full the torment Jason was giving him.
The raw sensuality and the fierce determination of Aric’s act blew Jason’s mind; he howled and stiffened, while his pent-up juices drenched his tunic and the bedsheets.
The game was over, Aric had won, and Jason bent his head down, panting. He’d defied the God of Pleasure, and now the irate God had every right to seek vengeance. Jason raised his head to look at Aric, and was surprised to see a deep respect in his eyes: “Well, Jason, you had nerve, I’ll give you that. I’m a sturdy son of a bitch, I’m rough and lewd, but I recognize a man when I see one, and you’re all man. But you’re not off the hook, yet: you owe me one. A big one. And you’ll give me.”
Jason lowered his gaze to Aric’s cock, which was bouncing and twitching, and gasped loud: “You mean… now?!”
“Ha ha ha!!” – Aric burst into laughter – “I could, take my word, young man! And thinking about it, I’m well lubed and your ass is nicely oiled… But I have a job, you know? Who’s gonna clean the mess you do in the dining hall if I’m here fucking the spunk out of you?”
Jason was visibly relieved, because he couldn’t possibly give his ass to Aric in that moment, after being deflowered by Deimos a few hours earlier and after the unexpected powerful orgasm Stellan almost ripped from his loins. But Jason was a man of honor: “I’ll give you what you want, Aric. You have any right to fuck me as wildly as you want. Just say when.”
“The ‘when’ is easy…” – Aric replied with a friendly smile, getting off the bed – “I’ll take your beautiful bubble ass when… and if… you so desire. You don’t owe me anything, Jason, but I’ll be more than glad to accept a willing offer from you. Just don’t barge in my room like you always do: let me know beforehand, because I have something very special in mind for you…”
The sudden jolt under Jason’s tunic made Aric laugh again: “Ha ha! There’s a very eager boy here…! Now go, you two, and take some rest. See you at dinner.”
Aric strolled to the bathroom, followed by sighs of desire and exhaustion, and closed the door behind him. Jason looked at Stellan with wide eyes: “Something ‘very special’, he said…”
“Yes he did…” – Stellan replied with sparkling eyes.
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