≈ Ch. 14: THE FIRST GUARDIAN ≈
~ Heart to heart ~
Jason and Deimos were sitting upright on the bed, in Deimos’ room, facing each other. They were still naked, with their legs intertwined and holding each other’s hands. Their eyes were locked, and were silently communicating at such a deep level that no spoken word could match.
There was so much to heal. Physically, Jason felt wrecked, after enduring a forced, violent “insemination”, where the four co-husbands fucked him cruelly, beyond any limit of endurance. Deimos felt guilty for his cowardly attempt at trading Jason with his honor, desperately trying to avoid being pointed out as an invo by the entire Eclipse.
But against all odds, they were still there, hand in hand, looking deep into each other’s eyes. The storm couldn’t break the bond tying them.
“They tried to separate us” – Jason seriously said at some point – “and will try again, by any means. But they can’t ever succeed, because I love you, Deimos.”
“How can you still love me, after you’ve seen the worst part of me…” – Deimos replied with a sad, tense tone – “You’ve seen my cowardly, you’ve seen me weeping like a child. What’s to love in such a man…?”
“I’ve seen your fragility, and it made me love you even more. No one expects you to be a superhero, unerring and indomitable. Very few men are brave enough to show their tender side and admit their faults, and you’re one of those few. I’m lucky to have you by my side.”
“I don’t know…” – Deimos replied, shaking his head – “Maybe we should stop seeing each other so frequently…”
Jason’s eyes flashed with pride: “And let ignorance and intolerance prevail over love? I’m not going to let the co-husbands win. But, as I said, this is a harsher fight than killing a Gryx, I can’t do it alone, and neither can you. But together we can win. Let me spend the night here, Deimos! The entire night, nestled into your strong arms. Our love is stronger than all this shit.”
Deimos wore a timid, loving smile: “Holding you all night is what I’d love most. We never do it, and I hate seeing you going every time, after making love. Come…” – he added, lying down on the mattress and pulling Jason in a protective embrace – “Let’s this sweet night begin right away…”
They slept soundly the entire night, and even part of the morning. When they got up, Jason asked Laudon for an earthy breakfast, without praying to Boba-Maiii, which made Deimos feel uneasy as usual, and then they had a relaxing, pleasurable bath together.
When Jason was ready to go, Deimos tried to hold him, but the guy smiled: “I’d stay here with you forever, but I have other duties to attend to. We’ll make love again, and we’ll spend the night together again… and fuck the co-husbands!”
“Yeah, fuck the co-husbands!” – Deimos laughed; he reluctantly let go of Jason and watched him walk away.
Jason headed to the Antechamber, as there were still millions of things he wanted to ask Laudon. But when he entered the Antechamber, Archon was there, unsuccessfully trying to decode an obscure Sacred Tome. He raised his gaze and frowned, seeing Jason coming in.
“Is it your intention to go to the Temple again?” – Archon asked, with a cautious, nervous tone that surprised Jason. “If that were so…” – Jason replied, tentatively – “…would you forbid me?”
Archon seemed too overcome to reply, and silently shook his head. He placed the Tome on the desk and stood up, his voice veiled with sadness: “I’m old and fearful, but you’re young and brave. You boldly ventured where I was too scared to go. Even your mind is more agile than mine. Like they say, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks… whatever a ‘dog’ might be. I wish I could advise you about the dangers you may encounter on your path, but you know better than I do. Go, son. Don’t let this old man drag you down when you’re ready to fly high on your own wings.”
Jason felt a lump in his throat, and threw himself into Archon’s arms: “Don’t say so… You’re my mentor, you believed in me, and offered me a knowledge that I would’ve ignored my whole life, if you didn’t choose me as your Successor. All I want is to be worthy of your trust and make you proud!”
“I already am, more than I can say” – Archon replied, with a fatherly tone, and recoiled. He turned to go away, but Jason held him: “Wait, I have something for you…”
He went to the box on the floor and rummaged through the Commodore’s possessions, until he found the badge with the long lanyard; he walked back to Archon and ceremoniously placed it around his neck.
“What is this?” – Archon asked, puzzled, and Jason smiled: “It’s the key to the Temple. It was once owned by Boba-Maiii himself. It may be true that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but you’re not that old… and sure enough you’re not a ‘dog’. Keep this key and wear it with pride, as a visible sign of your rank and your role. And if you ever decide to venture into the Temple, rest assured that no harm will ever come to you. Yes, truth can sometimes hurt more than a sharp blade, but it hurts only ignorant people, so you have nothing to be afraid of.”
Archon was speechless. He held the badge tight against his chest and silently nodded. A feeble “Thank you” was all he could mutter while going away.
~ The Sacred Tomes ~
Before entering the Temple, Jason put back on the shelf the many Tomes Archon had left on the desk. When done, on second thought, he pondered that now he could read, and maybe he could find something interesting in the Tomes.
So he took the big grey Tome reading “E.C.L.I.P.S.E.” on the side and opened it at a random page. Jason immediately realized that yes, he could now recognize the letters printed on the pages, but this didn’t mean he could understand what he was reading. Obscure terms like ‘Bio-conversion’ and ‘Gravitor array’ danced in front of his eyes, eluding any comprehension. The small images and diagrams that filled the pages didn’t help in the least.
«Maybe I should start reading from the beginning» – Jason thought, and opened the Tome at the first page. All he could (barely) understand were the first two lines:
E.C.L.I.P.S.E. - Exploration Complex for Lunar and Interplanetary Pioneers with Sustainable Ecosystems – Deployment manual and technical procedures.
Jason already knew that Eclipse was a vast project involving many similar interstellar bases, but seeing it written down left him slightly disappointed. ‘Eclipse’ was such a suggestive name! But in the end it was nothing more than an elaborate… what was the word Laudon used?... acronym.
Since the following lines were filled with obscure words longer than his finger, Jason closed the Tome and put it back on the shelf. He searched for something simpler to read, and noticed a smaller volume – more a notebook than a real book – barely visible between two thick Tomes. He picked it up, and was surprised at how different the cover felt under his fingers, as it was smooth and worn-out. He opened it halfway and immediately noticed that, unlike the other tomes, its pages were filled with neat handwriting.
“Today Lt. Nayar, married to Sgt. Neely, gave birth to a baby boy named Alexander. Nothing more to report. Signed: Warden McCallan.”
All the pages contained similar notes; the entire book seemed like a sort of journal about the events that occurred in Eclipse throughout the years. A few pages forward, the handwriting was different, and the notes were signed by a ‘Warden Henderson”, and then many more “Wardens” followed.
Jason felt his heartrate pace up. A journal! Documenting facts and events really occurred in Eclipse! With trembling hands, Jason went to the last pages, that were empty; he flipped back to the last written pages and read:
“Athena Vanguard and her husband, Maurice Weiss, announce the birth of their son, Adam, and the formal adoption of the four-year-old Eve, daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Blake, as their own. Signed: Warden Merryll”
Jason’s mouth sagged open, reading the irrefutable proof that Adam and Eve really existed, and were even adoptive siblings. Those were the last written pages: afterward, the catastrophe wiped off Eclipse and all its inhabitants, including the Wardens who, for centuries, had updated the journal.
«But if this Merryll was the last Warden» – Jason thought, excited – «maybe I can find out who was the first one!»
He began flipping back the pages, scanning the signatures on each page. He soon noticed that the older Wardens signed their title as “R. Warden”, and even older pages reported the signature as “Record Warden”.
«Apparently» – Jason pondered – «these people were the keepers of the official records. In a way, they were like our Guardians… Wait!» – Jason gasped, his heart beating furiously – «Record Warden… Warden… Guardian! According to the tale, Adam became the first Guardian, but he called himself ‘Guardian’ only because the word sounded like the title ‘Warden’ that they must’ve heard before the accident! As a matter of fact, Archon is the last ‘Record Warden’ of Eclipse… and I’ll be the next…!»
Deeply hit by the newly discovered connection he had with those long-forgotten Wardens, Jason flipped back the pages with trembling hands, hoping to find the name of the first Warden ever; he reached the first page, looked straight to the bottom, and his eyes filled with tears.
The signature was: “B. Obama III”.
Through the tears, a choked chuckle escaped Jason's lips: “Archon will never believe he’s the successor of Boba-Maiii…”
~ The craven informer ~
Jason was too shaken to hear the door of the Antechamber silently close. Outside, Darek glanced furtively around and sneaked across the Birth Room to the Main Hall, with a malicious glare in his gaze.
He was still resentful for the harsh way Deimos fired him, on the day Claire died; he felt insulted and humiliated, back then, and swore to make Deimos pay for that. It was widely known that there was bad blood between Deimos and Vesper, and for this very reason Darek did his best to become Vesper’s official Helper.
Truth to be told, Darek was too cowardly to openly attack Deimos, and preferred to act underground, pulling Vesper’s strings to make him do the dirty work; and Vesper was more than glad to find an ally in his quest to humiliate the First Husband. It was Vesper who decided to hit Deimos on what was dearest to his heart, Jason; and Darek couldn’t be any happier to help him, spying on Deimos and Jason, and relating to Vesper his sordid findings. What Darek, in his stupidity, still didn’t get was that Vesper was not a man whose strings could be pulled that easily. Sure enough not by an arrogant brat like Darek…
Darek cautiously walked along the hallway to the Nuptial Chambers and disappeared into the hidden archway to the secret path to the Entrance Hall. There, in the dimly lit tunnel, Vesper was waiting for him.
“He’s in the Antechamber, now” – Darek said in a tone of secrecy – “trying to decode some Sacred Tome. But he and Deimos spent the entire night together, sure enough fucking like the filthy invos they are. I saw them… ugh… kissing, before Jason moved to the Antechamber. Gross!”
Vesper was thoughtful, and even a bit pissed off: “Apparently, the punishment we gave him yesterday didn’t teach anything to the boy…”
“Then you have to punish him again and again!” – Darek said with passion, with a commanding tone that Vesper didn’t like in the least – “And be sure that Deimos witnesses his invo lover suffering! It shouldn’t be too hard a task for you to fuck Jason in the ass, like you already did, right?”
“What the fuck should that mean?” – Vesper replied angrily – “Are you implying that I’m… less of a man?? That I did it for my own pleasure? It was a punishment, nothing more! I didn’t like it at all, of course!”
Darek humbly lowered his gaze, scared of Vesper’s reaction; but his eyes caught a suspicious twitch under Vesper’s embroidered skirt. Maybe, after all, it was not totally true that Vesper didn’t like at all ‘punishing’ the boy…
“What the fuck are you looking at?” – Vesper growled, pissed off – “Yeah, I’m horny as fuck! Pearl doesn’t want to open her legs, and I’m a fuckin’ stud, I need to get relief! Actually…” – he added with a honeyed tone, raising his skirt to reveal his thickening cock – “why don’t you lend a helping hand? Come on, Darek, don’t make that face! You’re my Helper, aren’t you?”
“I’m not a dirty invo!” – Darek replied, horrified; but Vesper insisted, in a smooth voice: “I know, don’t worry, but it’s not invo if two men… two real men like us, help each other get the rocks off. I know you’re loaded, too, so why don’t we help each other?”
Subjugating Darek under his steely gaze, Vesper took the guy’s hand and brought to his own cock: “Just a few strokes… And then I’ll do the same to you… I’ll make you cum like never in your life…”
Timidly, Darek began stroking Vesper’s cock; he was blushing for embarrassment, but he didn’t dare to refuse. After all, Vesper said that it was not invo, if the thing was mutual, right?
“Yeah… like that…” – Vesper growled – “Hold it tighter… Work the head… Mmmhh… yeah… Don’t forget the balls… They’re so full of man-juice…”
Darek reluctantly complied, cupping Vesper’s balls and gently squeezing them; they felt heavy in his hand, and he realized with surprise that the big gonads retracted into the sac and came down again in response to the stimulation of the cock, as if they had a life of their own. He didn’t know what to do with Vesper’s swollen nuts, and gently rolled them between his fingers; he scratched with his nails the back of the hairy sac, and was momentarily proud of himself, hearing Vesper grunting with satisfaction.
But he immediately blamed himself: fuck, he couldn’t be possibly proud of himself for granting sexual pleasure to another man! And yet, Vesper demanded satisfaction, and he goofily fumbled with the heavy balls, while stroking with a tight fist the Dark’s cock, insisting on the head as he’d been told.
“Yeah… use your hands, boy…” – Vesper growled – “Work those balls, make them fill up with man-cream to the brim… Faster… ooohh… yeah, keep going…!”
Darek was hyperventilating. Never in his life had he thought of touching another man like that. Yes, he was a Helper, it was his job to arouse the Husband and get him ready for the Insemination, but there was no Insemination, now. There was only a horny man with a damn big black cock and a matching set of balls full of manly seed.
He felt utterly humiliated. Without stopping jacking Vesper, he moved his crotch closer to the man’s hand and murmured: “Maybe you could give me a couple strokes, too…”
“Later.” – Vesper stated, without even looking the guy in the face – “Don’t stop, you’re making me feel so good… Scratch my balls like you did before… it was so fuckin’ hot…”
Darek blushed and frowned, both for the unsatisfied sexual tension he was feeling in his own groin, and for Vesper’s refusal to touch him, not even for a couple strokes. The more Darek stroked Vesper’s cock, the more he felt uncomfortable. “Are you sure this is not invo?” – he asked, doubtful and a bit disgusted – “You will do the same to me, right?”
“Of course I’ll do…” – Vesper replied, placing his big hands on Darek’s shoulders – “I’ll do everything you do to me… Everything… Now, be a good boy…” – he added, pushing down on the guy’s shoulder, until he reluctantly fell to his knees – “…and make me feel good…!”
Darek looked at Vesper’s throbbing cock, an inch from his face, with wide scared eyes. “This… This is way too invo!” – Darek protested, but Vesper pressed his fat black cock on the guy’s lips: “No, it’s not invo… I told you… Only a real stud like you knows what another stud needs… Just give it a couple licks… That’s all I ask…”
Still unsure, Darek parted his lips a bit, to stick out his tongue, and Vesper took him by surprise, shoving his fat mushroom head into the guy’s mouth: “Here… It wasn’t hard, was it? Now lick it all around… yeah, like that… Watch your teeth… Purse your lips tighter on the shaft… ooohh…”
“Mmmpphh…” – Darek tried to protest, feeling his mouth invaded by the greedy man-meat; the cock head was slick and oozed something salty that made him groan with disgust. He tried to recoil, but Vesper blocked him by hooking the nape of his neck with a strong hand.
“You’re doing good, boy… Roll your tongue all around the head… yeah, right there…! Flick the tip of your tongue on the underside… fuuuck, it’s so sensitive there…! You’re talented, boy… Your mouth is like velvet on my cock…”
Derek wriggled out of Vesper’s grip and recoiled, panting: “This is too much! I… I don’t want to do it anymore!”
“I didn’t make you such a sissy…” – Vesper replied, looking down at the guy with feigned reproach – “Should I think that you, one of the most valiant Helpers in Eclipse, don’t know how to deal with a Husband’s manhood?”
The guy briefly shook his head, ashamed, and Vesper flashed a lustful grin: “Yeah, I knew no one in Eclipse can be on par with you… Now suck my balls…” – he added, pulling Darek's head to his manhood – “Lick them all around… yeah… Bathe them with saliva… They taste good, uh? They taste like man… Suck them into your mouth… Careful, watch your teeth… Mmmhh… Fuck, you’re really firing me up with that hot mouth of yours…”
~ Down to the bottom ~
Darek was still weakly fighting, but Vesper knew he was giving in. Resorting again to his honeyed, lulling tone, the Dark man made Darek lick inch by inch all his long shaft, back to the mushroom head, until his cock was again firmly lodged into the guy’s mouth. Slowly, pretending to gently guide him, Vesper placed his hands at the sides of Darek’s head and made him look up, his mouth filled with man-meat to the brim: “You’re a fuckin’ stud, boy… And that’s how a stud sucks another stud…”
Holding Darek’s head in an inescapable grip, Vesper pushed his hips forward, slowly but inexorably, until his glans pressed on the back of the guy’s throat. And then, it didn’t stop. With cruel determination, Vesper used his cock to slowly force open Darek’s throat, careless of his gurgles and chokes, until his entire rod was inside the guy’s mouth, all the way down to his gullet.
Darek hit Vesper’s thighs with his hands, trying to push him away, but all he got was a sharp thrust of the man’s hips that pushed the long cock even more down his throat. Then the evil rod recoiled, only to be abruptly shoved in again, to the hilt, making Darek’s eye bulge out.
Mercifully, the vice on his head loosened, and Darek instantly recoiled: “Fuck you, man! You’re treating me like a fuckin’ whore!”
Vesper looked down at him feigning a great surprise, and even some indignation: “A whore? Why do you say so? Can’t you see you have my utmost respect? I entrusted you with what I have most sacred, my virility… You could’ve hurt me bad, but I respected and trusted you so much that I gave myself to you without holding back. How could you think I ever thought of you as a whore…”
Darek felt angry, but also ashamed, for having mistrusted Vesper. He stood up and said: “Whatever. But I don’t want to play this game anymore.”
“Why, right when it’s your turn to get your pleasure? It would be so unfair of me not doing my part…”
With slow, deliberate moves, Vesper lifted Darek’s tunic and took it away; the guy was sporting a stiff erection and trembled with repressed desire. “Damn, what a manly body you were hiding under that baggy tunic…” – Vesper lied, eyeing the guy’s slim and unattractive body – “Come, turn around, and I’ll make you fly to the seventh heaven…”
Darek turned around, and Vesper hugged him from behind, brushing his big callous hands over the guy hairless torso, all the way down to his pubes and his hips, then up again to the soft abs and the barely defined pecs; but he didn’t touch with a single finger the guy’s throbbing member. Vesper seductively tickled Darek’s tiny nipples with his fingertips, wringing choked moans of surprise and pleasure from the guy’s lips.
“Here… Feel my hands all over you, boy… You’re such a fuckin’ stud… You’re a stud, a real fuckin’ man, aren’t you…”
“Y… Yes…” – Darek moaned, his mind reeling for the incredible pleasure radiating from his nipples – “More… Give me more… Make me cum…”
“It’ll be the best orgasm ever, I swear…” – Vesper replied, his seductive voice betrayed by a malevolent smirk that Darek couldn’t see. He placed one hand on the guy’s hips and another one on his back, gently making him bend over. When Darek felt Vesper’s bloated cock head pressing on his tight virgin hole, stiffened: “You… You said you’d make me cum…”
“That’s what I’m doing…” – Vesper softly replied, in a hypnotizing tone – “This is the most exquisite way for a real stud to cum… And you’re a stud, we both know it well… Steady yourself on the wall in front of you and get ready to feel something you’ve never experienced in your whole life…”
Still keeping his cock, slick with spit, against Darek’s clenched hole, Vesper moved his hands over the guy’s back, up to his neck, and then to his face. Everything happened too quickly for Darek to realize he’d fallen into a trap. One hand firmly grabbed his shoulder, the other one muffled his mouth, and the thick rod pressing on his inviolate anus forcibly entered him, all the way, mercilessly tearing open his tight anal rings.
“MMMMPPHHH!!!” – Vesper cried out, muffled by Vesper’s strong hand. Another brutal thrust stretched his insides even more, painfully reaching his deepest depths. Derek tried to wriggle out of Vesper’s grip, but a barrage of violent, powerful shoves of the hard black rod into his virgin hole took away his breath and his strength.
“Fuck yeah…!” – Vesper growled – “I told you I was going to make you feel something you’ve never experienced in your whole life! Ain’t I a man of my word? Fuck, you’re so damn tight!”
The furious fuck went on for what seemed an eternity, and Vesper seemed to never run out of stamina. The piston crashing into Darek’s abused hole was relentless and unsatiable. At some point Darek shook his head hard and finally set his mouth free: “AAAGGHH!! Stop it, son of a bitch!! It hurts!!”
“SHH!!” – Vesper shushed him – “Do you want people to come and see you in such a compromising position? Giving your ass to a stud like a whore?”
The guy whined and his cheeks blushed crimson red: “No…”
“Then shut the fuck up and take it like a man! Ahh… fuck yeah… Your hole grips my meat like a fist… Man, your tight man-cunt is milking me so hard… I’m about to flood you with my milk… Fuck yeah, I’m going to breed you… I’m about to inseminate you and make you pregnant!!”
“Please no…” – Darek whined – “Don’t cum inside… please!”
“Too late, boy…! FFUUUCCKK!!!”
A wrecking thrust almost made Darek hit his head on the wall. He felt Vesper’s cock throb wildly inside him and spurt a deluge of warm, thick cream and cringed in disgust.
After enjoying his orgasm, Vesper abruptly pulled out. His dripping cock slowly deflated, satisfied. Darek turned around, sporting an erection that not only didn’t get any release, but had been made even worse by the relentless battering of his prostate.
Vesper, with casual moves, adjusted his skirt around his hips and moved a step toward the archway. “Wait…” – Derek whined, shamelessly showing his miserable state – “You can’t leave me like this… I need to cum so bad! Just give me a couple strokes…!”
“I’m not a fuckin’ invo!” – Vesper sneered – “Jack off like the loser you are!”
“I can’t! You know I can’t! Boba-Maiii forbids it!”
Vesper uttered an evil chuckle: “Then wait until your cock gets soft, in a couple days…”
“Fuck you, Vesper! I won’t help you anymore!”
“Oh, you will…” – Vesper hissed – “...or the entire Eclipse will know how eagerly you opened your legs, begging me to fuck the crap out of you!”
“I didn’t do anything like that!” – Darek cried out, desperate – “You tricked me! You forced me! I didn’t ask you to fuck me, you can’t prove something that never happened!”
“Well, boy…” – Vesper mused – “…you taught me yourself that people don’t need any proof to believe the most sordid things. Isn’t it what you have done so far with Deimos and Jason? Keep spying on them and keep me posted on what they’re doing. And if I even suspect you’re not telling me everything to the very last bit, you’ll be the next on everyone’s lips.”
Vesper strode away, and Darek bowed his head, defeated, his dignity destroyed as much as his man-hole. And what was worse, he didn’t have anyone to blame but himself.
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