Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 46
The World He Lives In

Wednesday 12 November 2003

"The fuck..." I breathe out.

"Yeah, they will," Ivan purrs in my ear, pressing himself further against my back and allowing me to feel his hardness as he pushes me further into the room and stops right away. "How are you feeling?"

As excited as you, if I judge by the constriction in those freaking tight trousers...

"Good."

"Then, welcome to the Hell Fire, Menino. Like I said, you'll get answers to your questions later. Tonight, I just want you to discover this place, and I'll say it once again: if you suddenly feel uncomfortable at any moment, I command you to inform me and we'll leave right away."

"I'm fine," I breathe out, now gazing at a group of three men further to my left.

One of them, a muscular blond hunk who clearly looks like an alpha, is comfortably settled in a club armchair, fingers laced at the back of his head, and smugly looking at two other men who are kneeling between his parted legs, both connivingly treating the blonde's manhood with their tongues. Greedy bastard.

"Tonight's purpose is for you to just watch what happens here and you'll get a tour of the club another evening, but just by way of introduction," Ivan continues as his left hand lays on my hip while the right one reaches for my face, his fingers guiding my chin to tilt my head from left to right, "over there is the lesbian lounge, most of the center is the dance floor with also the largest lounge area for gays and to the far right, there's the straight area."

Despite the crowd, I easily notice that each area seems to have their respective dais and plenty of weird equipment – like what I saw in that room at Ivan's place – as well as two bars on either side of the main stage.

"The main stage is rarely used during the week, but over the weekend, it usually holds longer demonstrations, either straight, gay or lesbian, but I'll tell you more later. Now let's go meet our friends."

Without further explanations, Ivan steps on my left and, firmly holding the nape of my neck, he leads me around the left side of the almost-empty dance floor where several guys throw him languorous looks – though honestly, all I can register are people fornicating everywhere – until we reach a low staircase to the main stage that we climb. And that's when I spot them; them four people settled on a long couch on the right side of the stage. Marcus is there, dressed in leather pants and sitting on the left, and I guess that the young man kneeling between his legs and facing away from me is Sam. On the opposite side, Anton, dressed in a similar fashion, is holding a girl over his lap, her back to his chest.

"At fucking last!" Marcus playfully grumbles as Ivan makes us sit down between his two friends.

"Someone slept till after 8pm," Ivan deadpans, making Marcus chuckle.

"Good evening, Aaron," the doctor whispers before he raises Sam's chin.

"Good evening, Aaron!" the latter cheers before he looks up at Ivan. "Good evening, Master Ivan, won't Aaron kneel beside me?" he then asks with heavy disappointment.

What the fuck!? No way! I want to watch what's going on in front of us!

"Aaron's here as a guest tonight, Pet, and like I told you, he hasn't had all the ins and outs yet, so please shut up," Marcus replies sternly.

"Sorry, Master," my friend replies contritely, lowering his head.

"Hi, Aaron," Anton chips in, "Charlie, you may greet Aaron, a friend of Ivan's."

"Good evening, Master Ivan," the young woman says politely before she raises sparkling brown eyes to me and smiles shyly. "Hi, Aaron."

"Hi..." I reply a bit awkwardly.

I swear I have nothing against girls and this one is objectively very cute with her tanned skin and dark long hair, but as much as watching all these men lightly dressed clearly arouses me, Charlie's near-nakedness makes me feel a bit weird. Anyway, after these brief greetings, everyone soon focuses back on the stage. My tongue is burning with hundreds of questions, and yet, in this instant, all that matters is how the tall hunk is pacing around the tied-up twink, alternately striking his body with the flogger, keeping his manhood hard with a few strokes or thrusting a plug inside his rectum. Now that I am closer, I find the alpha quite impressive, several piercings and countless tattoos only adding to his massive frame and the cutie he is manhandling looks so tiny next to him.

"This is Master Orwell, and tonight, he's enjoying Earl," Ivan whispers in my ear.

Just shut up and let me enjoy!

"Hmm."

"You still okay?"

"Hmm."

Earl's skin has now turned into a delightful pinkish color, and somehow, I wonder if I should be scandalized or even grossed-out by such rough treatment, but the truth is that I am not appalled the slightest bit, much less traumatized. On the contrary, I have never been so aroused, but I refuse to dig into my mind's darkest depths or to understand why I seem to enjoy this roughness so much. I can't even say what excites me the most. All I know is that I'd love to be the one swirling that big plug into the boy's tight ass. Picturing myself tied up in his place, unable to move a single limb, at the mercy of that sexy hunk, appeals me much less, but I can't even feel sorry for that Earl-guy because he seems to enjoy this a lot.

This is so freaking hot! I just can't explain all these flutters bubbling inside my lower belly.

I was once in a difficult situation where I was helplessly abused, and seeing this should nauseate me, but it only keeps fostering my arousal, making me harder and harder. Perhaps it's the context. Perhaps it's because of the loud moans of pleasure escaping from the twink's mouth; or his twitching erection; or the wantonness shining in his eyes.

If you suddenly feel uncomfortable at any moment, I command you to inform me and we'll leave right away.

Uncomfortable?

The only thing that's uncomfortable right now is the painful erection straining in those fucking close-fitting leathers of mine! My balls feel so tight that I'd give anything to let them spit their juices. I'm actually craving for the most trivial stimulation on my shaft that would make it explode.

Leave right away?

No fucking way!! I'm staying! The best part is coming if I judge by the tall guy's raunchy look as he crouches to free the boy's ankles from the embedded rings.

"We're getting there," Ivan purrs in my ear, grabbing my left hand to rest it on his inner right thigh – way too close to his groin! – and leaving his over mine.

Peeking down, I can't help but notice the huge bulge between his legs, but he doesn't seem to be bothered at all. His body looks completely relaxed, I can't feel any tension in his muscles like I have witnessed it so many times when he gets angry. How the heck does he manage so well when I am struggling to hold back my own orgasm?

Determined to get some help, I surreptitiously look toward Ivan's left, where Anton is seated. His girl is wearing a loose but very short leather skirt under which Anton has now slipped his right hand while the thumb and forefinger of his left hand are pinching an uncovered nipple, her right breast having slipped out of the leather bra. The moves of his right wrist leave no doubt as to what he is doing underneath the skirt, and being a hundred percent gay, picturing his fingers rubbing against her clitoris or sliding into her vagina clearly helps taming my arousal.

It's only short-lived because as soon as my eyes peer to my right, I see that Marcus has reclined against the backrest of the couch, legs wide-open and his junk out, and Sam, who had been quietly kneeling on the floor, is now bobbing up and down his man's length, emitting loud sucking noises while the Doctor groans with obvious pleasure.

Holy shit...

"You still okay?" Ivan asks in the huskiest voice I have ever heard him.

"Of course," I reply with the strongest confidence I can muster, but I'm sure he can hear the strain in my voice.

As I decide to focus back on the stage, I unconsciously allow my right hand to reach for my crotch and almost gasp when I see that the tall man has swung the smaller guy's legs over his shoulders and is now pounding into his ass.

"You may open your zipper and jack off," Ivan smirks.

"What!?" I whisper-squeal, tilting my head in his direction with wide-opened eyes.

"You've seen what this club is, Aaron, right? People are here for sexual pleasure, you're even allowed to come," he replies with a smug smile. "I know I will, so just relax and enjoy, Menino," he then adds, using his left hand to free his own cock.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Is this evening ever going to stop feeding me with surprises? What happened to the so-serious and sometimes uptight Ivan I used to know? Who is this sex god beside me, whose libidinous eyes are shying electric shocks through my freaking body while he overtly starts stroking his erection!? Am I dreaming or is this for real? No, it can't be a dream. The fire in my balls feels much too real.

Well, that's no problem, I like that Ivan too and two can play that game.

Squinting at him and feeling the right corner of my lips stretch upwards, I wiggle my eyebrows as my right hand shifts to awkwardly unzip the front of my pants – awkwardly because I'm a leftie and my left hand is still firmly stuck beneath Ivan's on his thigh. Seconds later, I suppress a huge sigh of relief as my erection springs free, and that's without the slimmest hint of embarrassment. What can I say? I have never been modest and even if I am surrounded by bulkier men, I feel quite serene about the firmness of my body and proud of the tool I was endowed with.

"Nice, Menino," Ivan whispers before he looks back to the two other men.

Willing to enjoy the growing tension a little longer, I simply wrap my fingers around my girth and also return my attention to the show. I am way too close to my climax to bring further stimulation to a hard-on already on the edge of spilling its seed. Instead, I relish in the live porn unfolding before my eyes, biting the insides of my cheeks to help my self-control.

Orwell has now reached a fast pace of ramming, grunting like a bear with each of his thrusts forward. Sweat is trickling down his back, which is so fucking hot, and since he has taken his pants off, I also get to admire the muscles of his stalwart butt as he rocks back and forth. His dominance over his partner is extraordinary, just like Ivan's over that boy yesterday evening. The cutie, who is still hanging from the chains by his wrists, has become a moaning mess, a pleading one as he keeps begging for his release.

Well, go ahead, man!! Just let your jizz out!!

Thanks to the spotlights above them, I can tell that his small manhood has turned to purple and I wonder why he just doesn't let go. His greed is more than obvious, and somehow, I also take pleasure in his supplication.

"Come for me, Pet!" Orwell suddenly growls, burying himself deep inside of the twink's ass as his muscles strain in the sexiest way.

I completely lose it then.

Not only do I see the white cream erupt from Earl's cock, but I also imagine the tightening around the other man's dick as it fills its condom. It becomes too much for my poor teenager's self-control and I barely have time to give my rod a stroke before it starts pulsing between my fingers as a wave of blissful warmth courses through my entire being.

Holy shit! What a blast! I can't even control a loud groan of content that escapes my mouth, and since it seems to be a general fashion in the room at the moment, I couldn't care less. I sincerely wasn't expecting anything like this.

Of course, I have already heard about sex clubs, these venues where patrons and married couples have sex with other patrons and couples, mostly known as swingers, but I never dreamed of anything like this. I never thought that I could belong in such a place. Because that's what it's all about. I feel like I am belonging in here. I am aware that this seems to be a special club, Ivan mentioned rules and roles, and I'm afraid that I'm far from having fully grasped the whole concept, but deep down, I already know that I have a future here.

Fingers are suddenly making contact with my chest, scooping my juices, and as they reach my lips, these plump traitors part, allowing the digits to smear the sweet salty substance on my tongue. This is just so hot that my cock regains its full hardness in less than a second.

"Tsk, tsk tsk... Enough, Menino, tuck yourself back in. We're leaving now," Ivan chuckles, already rising to his feet and grabbing paper tissues from the low table to wipe his hands and his own chest.

"So soon!? Can't we stay?" I argue, which has Marcus laugh out loud.

Sam has now climbed over his man's lap to cuddle him, and he throws me one of these bright and joyful grins, while Marcus peeks at me smugly.

"Seems like we've got a future member, Ivan," the latter says, patting my thigh playfully.

"Yeah, we'll see about that. Come on, Aaron. It's time to go," Ivan orders firmly, tugging on my arms to pull me up.

Grumbling a bit – which earns me a darker than dark scowl – I tuck my junk back inside my briefs and pants, feeling sorry for its constriction and finally follow my guardian out once we have wished the two couples a good night. I don't even have time to register what's going on inside the Hell Fire, though still enough to see that more people are engaged in sex while others return to the dance floor.

"Why couldn't we stay any longer?" I grouse once we're back inside the car.

"Because I said so. Because the Hell Fire is closing in half an hour. Because we both need a long night of rest before we have that conversation tomorrow. Need more reasons?" he grunts.

"The first one was enough anyway, I guess," I retort defiantly.

"I swear you'll have to learn to watch your tone, Menino," he sighs.

The ride home is utterly silent. I have no clue what Ivan is brooding over and I don't even try to find out. I have gotten to know him well by now and insisting would only result in a futile argument, so although I am simmering with hundreds of questions, I decide against pestering the man and bide my time, losing myself in the steamy memories of the evening.

Back at home, Ivan offers more promises for clarifications tomorrow and after another tight hug by my bedroom door, we part ways and retreat to our respective havens. I will shamelessly admit that only another wanking session under the shower provides me with the necessary relief to recover a limp penis as I remember my left hand under Ivan's, on his thigh, so close to his crotch...

How I wish he would have pried my fingers around his member... to feel his warmth and hardness on my skin.

No wonder my dreams are populated with very confusing and naughty images that night!

* * *

"No, I can't on Monday, I need to be in LA. Let's aim at Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday instead, but I want to be back in the evening," Ivan grunts over the phone.

".........."

"I know it'll be challenging to fit everything into a day and a half, but I'm sure Dolores can make it happen, Meyers. From the last business review, it looks like all these establishments are running well and I was there not so long ago, so it's really just a quick official visit and it doesn't require the usual flurry. Alright?"

".........."

"Yes, it should work. Will Dolores book my flights as usual?"

".........."

"Perfect, thanks. Just shoot me an agenda when it's ready. Talk later," Ivan concludes before he hangs up with a sigh and tosses his phone on the island counter.

We were having a very quiet breakfast when this call suddenly interrupted the silence. Ever since I woke up half an hour ago, I have been dying to get answers after the amazing evening we spent at the Hell Fire yesterday, but I know better than to tease the grizzly until he has been fed in the morning.

"Something wrong?" I ask casually, downing the rest of my tea.

"Nope. You know who Meyers is, right?

"Yep, he's the guy who's looking after your business."

"Financially speaking, yes. He's been bugging me with a tour of some establishments I rarely visit for weeks now, so I'll try to do this next week."

"Oh... Like that time back in August?" I ask, already regretting recalling those few days Ivan had been travelling, leaving me on my own here, and which had led to a major slacking fuck-up.

"Yeah, that time," he replies meaningfully, scowling at me.

"Why can't you go on Monday?" I quickly ask as a lame attempt to drop a painful topic.

"Because I need to be here on Monday to precisely avoid a repeat of last time."

"It wouldn't happen, I'm done with the GED, I remind you. So there wouldn't be any slacking," I retort, rolling my eyes.

"So you think," he trails off mysteriously, remaining silent for a few more seconds. "You're starting college on Monday," he then states sternly.

"What!?"

"Okay," he sighs, pushing his empty mug and plate to the side to lace his finger on the table. "I was going to tell you later today, but here's the deal. I've enrolled you for a Bachelor degree in Business Management in a good business school of Los Angeles and you're supposed to start on Monday, so I want to be here for your first day."

"But... but... but..."

"No buts, Aaron. It's either that or I want you to find something else to do very quickly."

"We could have discussed it before," I accuse, glowering at him.

"Sometimes, you just have to seize opportunities and use personal connections to achieve goals, and it turns out that the Director of this school is a connection of mine, if you see what I mean..."

"No, I don't see what you mean."

"He's a member of the Hell Fire."

"Huh huh... a leader or a follower? And straight or gay?" I ask, giggling childishly.

"It's none of your business."

"Fine. I'll find out at some point anyway," I retort smugly, causing a deep rumble to echo from his chest.

"A leader in his training phase, if that makes any sense to you. And straight. I'll have to remind you that what happens at the club stays at the club, Aaron. Members of the Hell Fire value..."

"Their privacy, I got that, I'm not dense."

"Anyway, I managed to get you a seat in this course, on the condition that you'll work hard and catch up with the first couple of months you missed. I must confirm your subscription by tomorrow evening the latest, so it's all up to you. Either you take that fucking chance or you decide on another career, but I want you to provide me with an answer by tomorrow. Clear?"

"You're really impossible," I grumble under my breath.

"I beg your pardon?" he growls, squinting dark eyes at me.

"I said thank you, I'll make a decision before tomorrow!"

"Better. Now that's been set, let's move on to another topic. I owe you a few explanations, I believe," he grunts as he steps off his stool and begins the clear our breakfast.

"Are you kidding me? You owe me a looooooooooooooooooot of explanations," I snort.

I feel quite empowered since for once, it's him who obviously lacked honesty, and not even his dark glare will put me back in my place. Anita will soon arrive though, so Ivan suggests that we go to his office for more privacy, and minutes later, after we have cleaned up the kitchen in an anticipating silence, we both settle on the couch in his study.

"Right. I don't know if I should start with basic information or let you shoot your questions."

Well, if you don't know, I know.

"Is the Hell Fire a brothel?" I ask bluntly, yielding shock on his face.

"A brothel? No way," he growls, shifting to face me as I was already sitting askew. "A brothel is a place where people have sex with pr... sex workers, which is completely different from a sex club where they all pay a membership fee to indulge in sexual activities with other members. The Hell Fire is like a swingers club and it's unquestionably legal."

For a long minute, I ponder on this and feel grateful that he didn't use the word prostitute, certainly out of respect for me. I'm not one to elude my past acts, but I must admit that this part of my life isn't one I take any pride in.

"Let me ask one question, Aaron," Ivan resumes quite seriously. "Have you ever heard about BDSM?"

"Hmm... A bit."

"I assume that these letters evoke brutal sex, people wearing leather and torturing others?"

"That's kind of the image that pops in my head, yeah," I deadpan as I remember the few pictures I saw in magazines back in my New Jersey days.

"Well, there's that, and there's the rest."

"What rest?"

"BDSM is lifestyle, Aaron. A whole world of its own. A world I live in," he states with clear reverence. "BDSM is a misunderstood lifestyle because people often reduce it to acts of violence or abuse, and unfortunately, it's sometimes true when it comes to people who haven't been properly trained. However, when they have, BDSM is all about consensual power exchange between two or more people."

"Hmm... that boy didn't look forced or abused last night," I agree.

"Far from that, indeed, and believe me, he actually relished in that sweet torture," Ivan chuckles. "B.D.S.M. stands for Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism, and behind each of these concepts lays a whole lifestyle. It's like a roleplay that affects people to various extents. Many of them will use it partly and occasionally, just to add a bit of spice to their sexual life. For others, like Marcus and Sam, it's much more than that as they literally live by the rules of BDSM. They're a serious couple, and by that, I mean that they've been together for years and they obviously love each other, but their lifestyle plays a very important part in their life."

"Okay, so like Anton and... Charlie?"

"No, Charlie was just a one-night stand, but I'll get back to that later. Let me try to give you a bit more basic information first," Ivan replies as his brows furrow deeply, proving how focused he is to find the right words. "Since BDSM is about roleplay, it means that there are two main categories of roles. What I called leaders and followers yesterday are Dominants and Submissives, and to put it simply, the Dominant takes control over the Submissive in various aspects of his life; sex, career, behavior, habits to name but a few."

"You just said it was about power exchange, but put like this, it feels like it's... a one-way thing," I snort. "Like, what does the Submissive get in return?"

"It is about power exchange. The Submissive does surrender all powers to his Dominant; it involves a lot of faith and commitment, because he entrusts his Dom with his sexual pleasure and with his life on a broader aspect. In return, the Submissive gets unbelievable amounts of sexual pleasure as well as guidance toward a stable life. And at the end of the day, the one who has all the power is the Submissive."

"How's that possible? Or... wait..." I whisper, beginning to see a correlation with a previous speech I heard, and I'm not sure I like this very much.

"Yes, Menino. Safewords," Ivan confirms, a glint of mixed amusement and excitement shining in his dark eyes. "They are two important words that a Submissive chooses as a way-out of a difficult situation. Whether in everyday life or during a scene – that depends on how deep the couple is into the lifestyle – there are many occasions where a Sub would scream or beg his Dom to stop, but only these two words would make the Dom react.

"Most commonly used words are yellow and red. Yellow means that the Sub needs a short break, and in this situation, the Dom should slow down whatever he was doing. Red yields a brutal and immediate stop. It means that the Submissive can't take it anymore and the Dom should interrupt whatever was going on right away. And like I said, this applies to everyday life, too much control or authority, sex, punishments..."

"Wait, wait, wait..." I breathe out as I remember that day Ivan spanked me, all the rules, the compromises, allowing my brain to put more pieces of the puzzle together, and suddenly, everything just makes sense. "Have you been considering me as your Submissive for the past five months?" I exclaim, nonplussed and dismayed.

"I haven't considered you as my Submissive, Aaron," Ivan replies quietly. "I have simply applied bits of this lifestyle to our relationship."

"HOW DARED YOU!?" I shout as I rise to my feet and start pacing, anger flaring up within me as I now realize that I have been fooled around.

"HEY!" Ivan yells even louder from the couch, but it doesn't make me stop walking furiously. "Hasn't it worked? Hasn't it taken you away from your addictions? Hasn't this discipline helped you to ride on a safer and healthier road? Hasn't it directed you toward a potential career?"

Fuck!

I can't deny that he scores a few points here; like I can't deny that I went through a rough patch earlier this year; and yet, I really don't like the idea of being considered as a Submissive. I barely know anything about that BDSM lifestyle, but I'm not dumb and I have gathered that Dominants top and Submissives bottom, it doesn't take a genius to understand this, even if there might be subtler details. Even if our relationship has never involved sex, Ivan clearly set my role as a Submissive, and he is completely mistaken.

Yes, I may have fucked up, more than once, but I'm a freaking teenager. It's just a certain immaturity and lack of experience in life, but deep down, I don't feel like a Submissive candidate. At least, that's not how I envisage my future. I may need to learn and grow in maturity, but I already have a strong personality. I want to be a leader, not a follower. I want to be a Dominant, not a Submissive.

"I'm no Submissive material," I reply firmly as I resume for my former place.

"Never said you were."

"And yet, you treat me as such."

"Because you're young, Menino. Because that's part of the whole experience. Because you can't be a Dominant at barely 18."

"And I suppose that you are a Dominant," I assert quite bitterly.

"I'm a Dominant, indeed. A Master Dominant, more precisely."

"What's the difference?"

"The Master Dom has a preponderant role within such a club. I'm a Dom in my usual interactions with Subs, when I play with them, but in my role of Master Dom, I'm everyone's Dominant. Doms and Subs, because I get to educate them, to guide them and to punish them if they fuck up. I train them into submission and dominance before they can become members of the Hell Fire."

"Are you saying there's a training?"

"Of course. You don't get to become a member of the Hell Fire without having been certified in your role, but above all, you just don't jump into this lifestyle without proper education. BDSM has a lot of rules, and for anyone not abiding by them, it can become a dangerous game. Without speaking of abusive relationships, accidents can happen, people can get seriously injured. I know people who died. Playing with wax, whips, bondage and any sort of accessory can lead to disastrous consequences."

"Wow..." I breathe out, shuddering at the mental picture of such incidents.

"That's why I wouldn't certify anyone without a proper training that I and a few other members I trust provide to others. Both Dominants and Submissives."

"Do you also train straight and lesbian members?"

"I sometimes provide them with the theoretical lessons, but all the physical part is handled by Mistress Ellie. She's sort of a Co-Master Domme, and since she's bi-sexual, she takes care of straight and lesbian members. She's a fantastic Dominatrix you'll get to meet at some point if you join the Hell Fire."

"Okay, so what does this training consist in and how long does it take?"

"It depends on many variables," Ivan states as he leans his side against the backrest of the couch. "As far as Subs are concerned, it's quite easy because they'll get most of their knowledge through experience. Basically, they'll follow a few theoretical and physical sessions to learn the fundamental aspects and rules of the lifestyle, to dive into their role."

"But what about the Doms?" I urge since that's the part I'm interested in.

"It's more complex. In order to become a good Dominant, one has to fully understand the Sub's role first, one has to first endure what they'll inflict to Subs in the future, so Doms follow the submissive training, and then, they are required to submit to experienced Doms for several months."

"Dominants have to be Submissives before they are certified Doms?"

"Something like that."

"But... why?"

"Like I said, Subs trust their body and life with Doms. Doms' responsibilities are huge toward their Subs. It's important that they fully comprehend what Subs endure, and that's for each and every activity they'll want to inflict as Doms later. If they want to use whips, they'll have to be whipped. If they want to play with bondage, they'll learn how it feels to be all tied up, and so on. Above all, they have to understand the Sub's needs, and there's no better way to find out than to drown into this role and to submit for a while."

"Jeez... how long does it last?"

"Two to five months, in general, it depends on how fast they learn and how often they visit the club. As you can imagine, many alphas are reluctant to submit and they let their training drag on. However, I would never let a Dominant that I don't deem ready play with my babies."

"Fair enough... I guess," I grunt. "How do they do that, though? I mean, there seemed to be a lot of couples last night, and not that many single members."

"Because you saw couples doesn't mean they were couples, Aaron," he replies quickly, then pausing for a few seconds to ponder on his thoughts. "People may evolve in this lifestyle in different ways. Like I told you, there are couples who enjoy it occasionally, mostly for the sexual aspects, and others apply it to their everyday life. Either or, they cement their union by what we call a contract, some sort of agreement that states rules and responsibilities."

"Like the document you made me sign last July, I guess," I grouse.

"You got it," he chuckles. "These contracts can be permanent, which is the case for Marcus and Sam for instance, while others are temporary. These can last one or more months, they can be renewed too, it's really up to both the Dom and the Sub's expectations."

"That doesn't tell me how the trainees do..."

"I'm getting there. Lastly, there are all these free Doms and Subs, free meaning that they're off contracts, either because they just want to indulge in the kinky aspect of the lifestyle or don't want to settle into a relationship or because they're between two short-term contracts and waiting to sign up with another partner. Trainees also have a choice. They can sign up with an experienced Dom for a stable relationship or they can decide to keep their free status and just try different partners every time they visit. Then they'll go to either a couple who want a third party for the night or a free Dom."

I have been literally drinking Ivan's words, already picturing myself having sex with so many guys willing to take my cock or even supporting a young man in need for guidance later, even if the lifestyle entices more than I have heard so far, but thinking about that long training slightly dampens my eagerness. Not to the point that I would back down, though. Last night, I just felt in the right place. I felt like I was belonging for reasons that I can't explain. I want this. I will take that training, but not with anyone.

"How about you? Which category of people do you fall into?" I ask casually. "Do you have a contract with a Submissive?"

"No, Menino. I don't do contracts."

I usually don't do contracts, but I'll make an exception for you, you mean.

"Why is that?"

"I enjoy the lifestyle for its sexual aspect mostly, so I don't do contracts."

Trust me, you'll change your mind.

"What about the guy who was here on Tuesday evening?" I ask, defiantly squinting at him because I am sure he won't answer that one.

"A free Sub," he replies awkwardly.

"What was his name?"

Ivan's eyes darken with eerie irritation, but I don't avert mine and instead, I hold his glare until he yields and speaks again.

"Connor."

"Connor as in... Pietro's younger brother?" I exclaim.

"Yes, that Connor. He's been a member of the Hell Fire for about a year."

"How old is he?"

"19."

"Damn! He's young..." I reply with a wry smile because my age has now become a void argument Ivan could use when the time comes to ask him to be my Dominant. "Does Pietro know?"

"That Connor's a member of the Hell Fire? Of course, he..."

"No, that you have sex with his baby brother."

"Yes, he knows that too," Ivan grouses, shifting on the couch as if he was uncomfortable.

"Doesn't it feel... weird to you? I mean, I bet you knew him as a toddler..."

"I don't see him as a toddler, thank God! I see him as what he is now, and that's a handsome young man who really needs the lifestyle to stay on the right tracks. Yes, I've known him since he was a baby, and I do remember him as such, but I've also seen grow into an adult, and whenever I play with him, it's the adult I see."

That's a fair point. I remember from the very few times I met Pietro that I always felt how he relied on Ivan's authority better than on his to deal with what I guessed to be a turbulent brother. And the bit of conversation I heard at the airport suddenly makes more sense.

And if it helps, tell Connor that I'll personally deal with his case, alright?

"What happened on Tuesday evening? Why was he here?"

"It's not any of your business, Menino."

"I've never seen you bring anyone home in five months, so excuse me if I feel like you kind of pushed me out to enjoy that room upstairs while I was away," I accuse begrudgingly.

"Don't be unfair, Menino," Ivan scolds me. "This wasn't planned at all, and you know that I sent you to Boston to meet your best friends because you needed that, not to get rid of you."

"Still a weird coincidence."

"It's... Connor has always been a difficult kid and it turns out that he fucked up last week. The problem is that he disappeared for the whole weekend, and I only got a hold of him on Tuesday morning. He needed immediate discipline and with the Hell Fire being closed on Tuesdays, I just brought him here. Satisfied?"

"Hmm... You didn't kick him out when I got home, right?"

"Of course, not. I sent Anton out for you and once I was done with Connor and had put him to sleep in another guestroom, I also went out to search for you."

"Sorry I interrupted your evening," I apologize sincerely. "I should have gone straight to my room rather than invade your privacy."

"Hmm, that's a good point, though I'm sorry you discovered it like this."

"Nah, that's fine. So," I trail off, willing to get back to the grilling, "you've never been in a serious relationship before?"

"Yes, I have, but it was a long time ago, and I just really stick to my freedom. There are enough members at the Hell Fire I can interact with between all the Subs and the Doms I train," he smirks.

Holy shit... My mind has been trying to process all this information, and yet, what I register right now is that a Master Dom gets to fuck both Dominants and Submissives.

"So you get to fuck twinks and big hunks?"

"That's cliché, Aaron, even if that's true in most cases, but there are twinkish Doms and there are big bulky Subs too. However, you're hitting fast," he chuckles.

The fuck! Ivan is just a horn dog in fact. And I thought he was a lonely guy just because he never brought anyone home, even those supposedly one-night stands he had mentioned. I was so fucking wrong.

"I guess the Hell Fire is where you spend all your evenings when you're not home," I accuse meaningfully.

"Mostly, yes," he confesses. "Giving the basic training to Doms and Subs takes a lot of my time in the afternoons and early evenings, but I also truly manage the Heaven Water, I didn't lie about that. But I'll admit that in the evening, I'm at the Hell Fire, supervising everything or... indulging in kinky activities," he adds with a wink.

"So, that's where you were that night my drink was spiked, right? So were Marcus and Sam... and Anton..."

"I was working that evening, and so was Anton, but yeah, Marcus and Sam were there, and that's why we were all dressed in leather."

"Where was Sam while we were in your office?"

"He was napping after an intense scene with his Master if you have to know," he sighs.

"You still lied to me," I accuse angrily. "Why didn't you tell me any of this before?"

"What if I had told about that kinky club when you arrived here, Aaron? To you, a freaking horny teenager? Remember how eager you were already when I told you about my regular nightclubs. Telling you about the Hell Fire would have only made things worse and that club's definitely 18+, so you wouldn't have been allowed in before October 10th. It was only a lie by omission and all for your sake."

"Yeah... but then why did you take me to Heaven Water after my birthday? Why not the Hell Fire?"

"Because I know you, Menino. I'd bet my ass you're going to bug me with joining the lifestyle now that you've discovered it, and there was no way I would have gotten you distracted before you passed the GED."

"Which I passed on October 22nd. Today's November 13th. So?"

"Then there was your upcoming trip to Boston," he replies sternly.

"What the heck does Boston have to do with that?"

Ivan squints at me, lust now brimming in his eyes, and as he slowly inches forward, getting so close to me that I can almost feel his warmth, I find myself breathless.

"You've gathered that you'll have to submit for a while if you intend to join this lifestyle, right?" he asks, cupping my chin with his forefinger.

"Yeah..."

"Are you ready to reveal this to your best friends, Aaron?"

"Ugh... I'm not sure..."

"Do you think you'd have been able to face them and keep that from them?"

"Ugh..."

"BDSM is..." he begins, drawing back a little, "a rather secret lifestyle for lack of a better word. People who indulge in its kinkiest pleasures come from various social horizons, but they'd all agree on one point. It's private and in most cases, they don't want their privacy broken out. It's not out of shame, it's just that other people's knowledge about BDSM is trumped, and they don't understand it. People indulging in BDSM just don't want to be misjudged."

"Are you implying that I shouldn't be honest with my best friends?"

"Not at all, Menino. I'm just giving you an opportunity to first try it and think things over. Had you discovered the Hell Fire before your trip to Boston, you might have blurted it all out to your friends and regret it later. Before you make such revelations, I believe you should discover more about it, see what it implies exactly. And then, you'll decide whether you want to tell them or not."

"But you always say I should be honest with them."

"And I still say so. Honesty is a rule by which I live, but there's nothing wrong with cultivating a small secret garden. BDSM remains a little taboo, but I'm convinced that things will change in the near future, mentalities will evolve. It might even become fashionable. This lifestyle has existed for decades and even centuries if we refer to The Marquis de Sade's writings..."

"Who?"

"The Marquis de Sade. He was a French nobleman who wrote novels full of violent sexual acts in the 18th and 19th centuries. We actually owe him the word sadism. BDSM also finds history in much earlier centuries with flagellation. The Kama Sutra also mentions spanking as an act of pleasure. However, what we call today BDSM really developed in the 70s, and compared to what it was only ten years ago, there's already been a huge progression."

"How was it back then?"

"Back in the 70s and 80s, it was mostly underground and worked from word of mouth. People would meet in swingers' clubs and private parties were organized at people's places, even in the early 90s. The Hell Fire is purely a BDSM club and such places are now flourishing in big cities of more openminded States."

"Then how did you get into this lifestyle? What got you interested in it?"

"That will be a story for another time, Menino," he chuckles as he rises to his feet," because it's almost time I go to work."

"But I have more questions!"

"And I'll answer them, I promise, but I have an important meeting in a few, so I've got to get going. I'm going to give you food for thoughts, though."

Quite mesmerized by all I heard, I watch him head out – to the library across the living room, I believe – and come back a couple of minutes later with several books that he rests between us as he sits back down. My eyes open widely as I check them out and read the titles. A Guide For Dominants And Submissives. The Perfect Submissive. Learning Dominance and Submission. Submitting. Damn! Where were all these books!?

"I would like you to read those, Aaron. They'll give you a better idea of what you'd jump into should you decide to join the lifestyle. And of course, I'll be here to answer all the questions you may have."

"Ivan," I whisper, grabbing the last book. "I'm not a Submissive. I want to be a Dominant," I state with enough resolve.

His darkening eyes send a shiver down my spine. For a moment, his mind seems to be wandering on roads which are probably too foggy for me to decipher anything, but determination quickly strays back all over his face.

"Read these books, Menino. Before you become a Dominant, you'll have to be a Submissive. You'll have to learn to submit. You'll have to submit to a Dominant to understand what submission entices."

As Ivan smirks, ruffling my hair before he leaves, a weird shiver runs down my spine. Images of last night flood back inside my head, but instead of enjoying the perspective of the Dominant who was fucking his Submissive on stage, my entire body and mind are thrown into the Submissive's role. My brain screams in terror and my anus automatically clenches hard.

If I'm going to endure this, I want him to train me.

Published on 22 May 2020

Sorry for the slight delay in publishing this chapter, but really, it was worth the wait seeing how much I added in this version, and everything has been completely rewritten, and hopefully, this umpteenth presentation of the lifestyle didn't sound too boring.

Now you've had part of the revelations, even if there is obviously more to come in the next chapters. I also hope that I managed to convey Aaron's instantaneous "comfort" within the club and how he naturally grasped most of the concept, as well as his immediate desire to join, without hesitation and already proving his determination to endure whatever he will have to, to achieve his goal.

You've also been introduced with a few new characters here, and as a FYI, there is still the List of Characters part at the end of the book that I update regularly. The throuple Aaron sees at the beginning is one of the throuples he mentioned to Mark in Book 1; Connor, who's @SeaSaltStories 's character; then Orwell and Earl, you'll hear about them more in the future too, and there'll be more you will get familiar with in the future.

As for the Timeline part, I need to take time to update it, but I was actually thinking of creating a separate book that would be like a "bible" of the Black Moon series. The timeline would be more detailed with at least one part per year, a huge list of all the characters, a separate part for each important character, and more, but I'm not sure it's worth doing that or if there's any point. I already have that more or less on my laptop.

Anyway, in the next chapter, you'll get to see Aaron convince Ivan to train him into submission together with more anticipated revelations, so see you then!