Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 50
A Reward

Saturday 6 December 2003

"A new relapse?" Ivan enquires from Marcus with a voice full of concern as Sam suddenly jumps to his feet and rushes toward the restrooms.

We are having dinner at the Primarosa, a nice Italian restaurant, before going to the Hell Fire, and it's the third time already that our friend excuses himself to use the toilets. I haven't heard about the stomach flu virus spreading in Los Angeles at the moment, but Sam could be an isolated case.

"Yeah," Marcus sighs with weariness.

"Have you been stressing him lately?" Ivan asks in a near-accusing tone.

"Of course, not," his friend snorts. "You know I get anything but strict when his fucking illness strikes."

"It doesn't mean you don't have to be strict, Marcus. Quite the opposite. Your strictness allows him to manage his anxieties, it helps him to handle the relapses better, you just have to deal with this carefully and make sure you don't add stress on him."

"Are you trying to teach me, Ivan?" Marcus deadpans, rubbing his goatee.

"Maybe," Ivan smirks.

"I've been in this for as long as you have, so spare me your lessons," Marcus grunts, peeking at me apologetically. "There are just moments when he really has a hard time dealing with his busy life, too much work. He gets too easily upset and needs to learn to put things into perspective, but it's close to impossible for him unfortunately."

"When did it start?"

"Just a couple of days ago, but he's already on corticosteroids, so hopefully he'll get better in a few days. Today wasn't that bad actually..."

"So his disease-modifying treatment doesn't work anymore?"

"Pffft... He stopped it and I didn't know," Marcus mutters angrily. "He was tired of catching all the germs with the immunosuppressant. I'll make him try Methotrexate, but I'll have to watch him closely for side effects."

"It's such a pain that there's no real cure for that fucking illness," Ivan grunts.

"Don't tell me... I have faith in science, though. There's more and more research as it seems to affect younger and younger kids when it used to develop in the twenties or thirties before. His last colonoscopy already showed a few bad sores and ulcers, and I hope he won't have to go through surgery with a bowel resection or worse, a proctocolectomy."

Jeez!! All these words are total Chinese to me and the men's worried tones make me curious about Sam's illness, but I don't have time to ask questions as the little man returns at this moment with a brighter smile, and we naturally resume our previous conversation where we left it. Dessert is served and the rest of our dinner goes uneventfully, even if Sam is a bit pale and often squirms on his seat, which doesn't go unnoticed to his Dominant.

In the last three weeks, I got to meet Sam twice over dinners, either at their place or Ivan's, and now that I have joined their lifestyle, he has obviously opened up a little more on his relationship with Marcus. These two are like a married couple, they deeply love each other. Marcus was already a Dominant when they met, and Sam dived into it. BDSM just tightens their bond, adding spice to their sexual life but above all, it allows them to respectively revel in their deep personalities as a Submissive and a Dominant.

Sam has also been very helpful by telling me a lot about the way he blooms in his submission to Marcus and giving me tips on how to deal with a Dominant's strictness. Clearly, we're very different because I don't feel like a Sub at heart, and I am in total awe toward the absolute respect he has for Marcus despite his occasional chirpiness – he said it's fun to sometimes defy his Dom and get a little punishment. Yet, I have appreciated his advice on how to lose oneself into meditation while kneeling for long hours or to deal with a painful backside after a punishment spanking. The last piece came in very handy after what happened last Saturday.

This past week has been a pain in my ass in so many ways. School was a bitch with mid-term tests I wasn't entirely ready for but that I more or less succeeded I believe thanks to two additional sessions with Miss Betty on Monday and Tuesday. My physical punishment wore its toll on me too, making it really hard to sit still in class for seven hours a day and focus on my lessons. The pain disappeared slowly throughout the week, receding to what I'd call a slight discomfort on Wednesday and completely vanishing yesterday. As Sam advised, I have learned to sit askew and to alternate between the left and the right side to assuage the pain, or to do my homework kneeling at a low table or lying on the couch whenever I could.

Ivan's dominance has also tried my nerves a lot this week, reaching higher levels of strictness and surveillance. Fuck! Was my little outburst so bad that I'd deserve more authority? I don't think so. I got my phone back on Sunday as he promised, but I wasn't allowed to use it in the evenings to chat with my friends, having to work seriously instead.

Ivan being a pain in my ass? Sure! He fucked me four times throughout the week. I won't deny that I got pleasured too and somehow, I am getting used to the bottoming sensations, but I have been so obsessed with our upcoming threesome with another Sub that my emotional frustration ruined some it.

Anyway, it's almost time for my reward and my eagerness rises a notch higher when we eventually leave the restaurant.

"Enough, Pet," Marcus growls lowly once we're in the street, but I still get to hear that.

"Please, Master... I'm fine now..." Sam begs, trying a puppy dog face that makes me almost laugh.

"I said no, we're going home."

Oh, shit! So, that's what the fight is about?

"I want to go!" Sam insists despite his obvious exhaustion, glaring at his surprised Dom.

"Sam," Ivan interferes firmly, definitely catching the cutie's attention. "I know you're upset because you wanted to be here on Aaron's first official night," he carries on more softly, resting his hands on the Sub's shoulders, "and I'm sure Aaron would have loved your support too, but you'll have plenty more opportunities to catch up. Besides, you know that I've planned a scene with Kwo, so you wouldn't even have enjoyed his presence much, right?"

"But I could have helped in the Subs' room..." Sam mumbles.

"Hey..." I whisper, grabbing one of Sam's hands as I tentatively look at Ivan who lets go of my friend, allowing me to lead him a bit aside and to pull him into a hug. "I'm sure you'll have much more to teach me next time we go to the Hell Fire, and... I don't know what's wrong, but I'd rather you rest and recover, Sam..."

"I wanted to tell you tonight..." he murmurs in my ear.

"Then, you'll tell me next time."

"Just ask Ivan, he'll explain, and I'll tell you more next time, yeah."

"Deal. Meanwhile, get better."

"Yes, I need to be on full form for a foursome with you and Ivan," he then adds chirpily, making my cock twitch in my underwear.

"Huh huh?"

"Wouldn't you like that?" he asks as we break apart.

"I totally would," I laugh out as I lead us back to our men.

"What's so funny?" Ivan grunts, frowning at me.

"Nothing, Master. Just Subs' secrets," I smirk, grinning at him meaningfully.

He told me more than once that what Subs confide with each other remains their right to secrecy, so he had better not expect me to tell him. Or perhaps, I will because I'm curious about a foursome with Marcus and Sam and what it would involve.

"Shall we go now before Aaron gets in trouble?" Marcus asks playfully.

"Seems like a plan, indeed," Ivan grouses, and after more goodbye hugs, we part ways toward our respective cars.

"Ivan... what's wrong with Sam?" I ask once we're on our way to the Hell Fire. "He said you'd explain."

"He's got a chronic sickness that's called Crohn's disease," he says, sighing painfully. "It's not extra serious as it is, but it could become so in the future."

"Never heard of that..."

"Crohn affects his digestive system, mostly his rectum, his colon and his intestines, in the form of extremely painful cramps and... diarrheas whenever he relapses, and it makes his organs bleed. It's more or less linked to stress and his inability to deal with upsetting situations. As far as I know, his state hasn't reached too serious levels yet, but the sickness can lead to more complicated consequences, like having to remove part of his bowels, a proctocolectomy, which means removing the colon and the rectum and getting a reservoir pouch, and even worse, it can turn into cancer."

"Holy crap..."

"Sam doesn't really like to talk about his sickness, Menino. As you can imagine, it's a pretty handicapping one when he relapses, having to use restrooms up to thirty times a day. Plus, it's really painful. It's also extremely frustrating for him as a pure bottom. When the sickness strikes, his insides get badly inflamed and that means no anal sex. It wears on him because he always feels like he won't be able to satisfy Marcus' sexual needs."

"Does Marcus make him feel guilty about it? Because I mean... It's not his fault, right?"

"Of course, not. Marcus is a very good Dom and trust me, he always does his best to soothe Sam."

"Poor guy..."

I can easily imagine how that bitch of an illness works like a vicious circle. Having spent more time around Sam, I have noticed his rather anxious personality underneath his joyful self. Stressing over his Dom's well-being can't be good for him since his sickness feeds from his worries, which must only aggravate the crisis. However, at the start, work seems to be a high source of stress for him so maybe he should try and find another job or live in a more peaceful environment. Life in the city can be quite intense so the countryside or a smaller town could help.

"We need to stop by my office first, Pet," Ivan states firmly as we're about to walk into the Hell Fire.

Pet.

Ivan's dominance is always around, but it never shines brighter than when we are in the playroom, so being at the club will be even more intense as he warned me. He is the owner of the Hell Fire and as the Master Dom, all the members worship him with all due respect. Being his official Submissive will require a lot of efforts on my side because there's no way he'd let me fail or deceive him. Not that I would in any case. I have grown to esteem his praise and pride too much to disappoint him in public.

This is my first time back at the Hell Fire since my initial visit three weeks ago, so I follow him through the maze of corridors, fearing I might get lost, and I am surprised to discover a discreet door upstairs that gives access to the Heaven Water and opens on the corridor of his office. Since we had dinner out and dressed in normal clothes, we are both carrying duffle bags that contain more adapted outfits for the club, so I guess we're going to change here. However, Ivan stops me as I start unzipping my bag, pulling me close to him and cupping my face within his warm hands.

"You'll dress up in the locker room downstairs once I've introduced to Kwonmin," he says as his hands slide to wrap around my neck.

Hmm... So my fellow Sub for the evening seems to have Asian origins. I like this!

"There's one thing I need to do first, though," he trails off, and excitement immediately spreads all over his face, lust filling his eyes. "Something has been missing here," he continues as his thumbs add a light pressure over my Adam's apple, making me smile as I know what he is talking about. "A collar is the utmost symbol of a Dominant's ownership over his Submissive in our lifestyle and I want you to wear one when we're at the club. It'll be my way to claim you as mine, and only mine."

"Please, Master, claim me as yours," I reply proudly.

To be honest, Ivan is so deep into this lifestyle that I have been quite surprised he didn't ask me to wear one earlier. I wasn't particularly looking forward to that part, but having read enough about BDSM, I know that this little item is an integral element, one that has a strong meaning between a Dom and a Sub, and somehow, I have felt a bit upset, fearing it might mean that Ivan doesn't take our relationship seriously. So, relief is incontestably washing over me right now.

Now quite eager, I watch him retrieve the item from his own bag, and my eyes open widely when I get to see the double black leather band. Two inches wide, the collar was reinforced by another one-inch leather strap and holds three rings scattered along the length to attach a leash, as well as metal plate that claims Ivan's. A wave of utter pride gorges within me as Ivan buckles it at the nape of my neck, which leaves me quite confused by these emotions. The light squeezing feels weird, not the most comfortable I have ever experienced in fact, and its meaning only exacerbates my submissive condition, so why do I get overwhelmed with delight and honor?

Most probably because your veneration for Ivan is growing each day. It's like a reward for your submission unto him.

"So beautiful..." he murmurs once he's back to stand in front of me, trailing his fingers along the piece of leather. "You're so fucking hot, Pet."

"You're not bad either, Master," I reply with a mischievous smile.

The next second, his teeth close on my lower lip, pinching them quite painfully before his tongue roughly invades my mouth for a domineering kiss. Groaning, Ivan doesn't allow me any control in the waltz, his masterful wet muscle powerfully leading the dance, and I am left breathing heavily when he breaks our kiss.

"That sassy mouth had better behave tonight," he warns me, his lips still covering mine.

"I'll be perfect, Master, I promise."

"Good boy. Now let's go meet Kwonmin before I decide to fuck your smart mouth here."

"I wouldn't mind," I purr, stretching a hand to his hard groin.

"Stop it," he groans, slapping my hand. "I get to make decisions, I remind you, and I have decided it's time to go and meet Kwonmin."

With that, we are out of his office and on our way back to the Hell Fire. Once in the lobby of the back entrance, I immediately catch sight of a young man with Asian features.

Fuck! He is so cute!!!

Silky black hair, a beautiful tan and very thin traits. He can't be much older than I am, but he's far smaller, a rough 5'5 I would say, and super thin, almost skinny. His head immediately lowers when he notices our presence, but I still get to see a shy smile spreading over his lips and a beautiful pair of mischievous brown eyes.

Jeez!! He looks so adorable that I feel like hugging him to death.

"Good evening, Kwonmin," Ivan says in his cold voice. "Let me introduce you to Aaron. Pet, this is Kwonmin," he then adds for my attention, and I can feel his appraising stare on me while the cutie and I greet with a brief hug. "Boys, I want you to meet me in the Paradise alcove in half an hour."

"Where, Master?" I ask, not sure that I understood that well.

"Don't worry, Pet, Kwo knows where it is. Kwonmin, I count on you to show the locker room to Aaron and to introduce him to other Subs if there's still anyone there."

"I will gladly do so, Master Ivan," the cutie replies with utter respect.

"Before you two go, let's get a few things clear, though. I expect a perfect behavior tonight and if you do behave, you'll be both rewarded with infinite pleasure through your respective kinks, and maybe more. Is this clear?"

"Yes, Master!" we reply in unison.

"Also, I'll insist on the use of safewords if necessary. Please remind me of them?"

"Pandemonium to slow down and Jersey to stop, Master," I reply first.

"Yellow to slow down and red to stop, Master Ivan," the little chap adds.

"Good. Now we're all set. Aaron has already performed his enema, have you, Kwonmin?"

"Yes, Master Ivan, I'm ready and just need to refresh and change."

"Perfect. I'll see you in a bit, Boys."

A warm and small hand shyly grabbing mine makes me startle a bit, but I smile back at Kwonmin as he timidly leads me back into the corridor that runs around the main room. I am so amazed by his adorableness that I barely register anything until we step into a fairly small room that holds a whole wall of lockers, a few benches, communal showers and two doors that must be toilets. Like Ivan expected, the place is nearly empty. It's almost 9pm, so I assume that most of the members must be enjoying themselves at the Hell Fire by now.

There are still a few guys here, about a dozen, and what strikes me is their average small size and rather slender frames, making me feel like a giant among them. Only one of them looks nearly as tall as I am and I wonder if it's a Submissive thing to be small. It's bad thinking, but it kind of increases my discomfort in this role because I would rather take charge with one of them. Or several of them. Or all of them!

Jeez!! You're so greedy, Aaron!! What a horn dog!

Well, I can't deny this, and I wouldn't mind taking charge with sexy bulky dudes too.

Right now, though, I can't help the swelling in my pants as I take in the people in front of me. One is already dressed in leather pants, but the others are either stark naked or wearing towels around their waists. Some are just talking, obviously taking their sweet time to get ready, one is still wet, water trickling down his sexy slim body, one is struggling to slip inside his tight trousers, but those who have all my attention form a group of three openly making out in the communal shower.

I swear that their interaction, greedy and so sweet at the same time, is one of the hottest things I have ever been given to witness. Two twinks are kneeling on the tiled floor, one at the front and one behind the tallest dude who is moaning like a porn star while one boy tends to his erection and the other one is eating his asshole. The guy standing wears a bitchy expression I would gladly slap off his face, but right now, I couldn't care less. What fascinates me is the way the two other Subs are roughly manhandling him, making him scream as one is clearly grazing – not to say biting – his mushroom head while the other one starts hardly thrusting four fingers inside his ass. Far from complaining, the taller man seems to enjoy this painful torture a lot.

Our entrance hasn't gone unnoticed, though. The loud conversations wane to low murmurs and the three naughty Subs also break apart, the two kneeling ones rising to their feet. The tall guy sighs with frustration and I don't really like the way he squints at me.

"Hi, guys..." Kwonmin whispers shyly. "This is Aaron, Master Iv..."

"Yeah, the collar says that much," the tall dude huffs, antagonism so heavy in his voice that the two other Subs cower away. "So, there we get to meet the bitch..."

Don't you dare, Aaron... You'd better keep that urge to smash his arrogant face in check!

Yet, all I want now is to lunge at this fucker and punch his face, but that would obviously get me in trouble. What the fuck is wrong with him? Have I done anything wrong? Does he resent my earlier gawking? From what Ivan had told me about his babies, I was expecting a warmer welcome in here. After all, we are on the same boat, aren't we?

"Jimmy, don't start a fight..." Kwonmin mumbles.

"Awww... How cute... Look at that little submissive Vietnamese... So full of devotion like all your fellow ancestors..." Jimmy – since this seems to be the tall guy's name – mewls with strong sarcasm.

"That's racist. And so cliché," I snort. "Luong doesn't really look like a Submissive," I add, suddenly remembering a newspaper picture I saw of the Vietnamese president hosting Bill Clinton two or three years ago in Hanoi.

"Who?" Jimmy chuckles.

And ignorant at that...

"Don't pay attention to him, Aaron," Kwonmin whispers, trying to lead me toward the benches. "He's not worth it and he'll only get you problems."

"YEAH RIGHT!" the dumbass shouts. "Let's do as if we're all happy that a new bitch has just joined. Let's do as if it was fabulous that the best Dom won't play with us anymore! How did you even manage that, bitch? How did you get into Master Ivan's pants?"

Jealousy is clearly seething through his voice, and I realize that I never gave much thought about what older members of the club might feel toward my entrance in the scene and somehow, I do understand their potential disappointment, which makes me feel a little guilty, but hey, what am I supposed to do? Cancel my contract with Ivan? No way! I want him to be my Dominant and my mentor. I certainly won't give up on this chance I have.

Jimmy is fuming, but yielding to his aggression would be a sign of weakness and I like to think that I'm smarter than this. Swallowing my anger, I follow my little friend to the benches, striving to focus on an impending exciting night and ignoring Jimmy's rambling. Anyway, he soon storms out of the locker room, barely dry and only wearing leather jock straps.

"Hi, Aaron, I'm Earl," a little cutie says, waving shyly.

I instantly recognize him as the boy who was playing with Master Orwell the first time I visited the Hell Fire three weeks ago, and holy crap... He seems to have a twin. Another boy, who is a dead ringer for Earl – that is really small, dark-haired and with thin features – is trying to discreetly lurk at me, half-hiding behind his brother.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

"Welcome to the Hell Fire, and..." Earl trails off in a small voice, pulling the other boy to his front, "that's Lewis, my baby brother."

"Hi, Lewis," I say warmly, yet only getting a blush and a little smile. "I almost thought you were twins."

"No, Lewis is nineteen and I'm twenty-one. We gotta get ready now, so... see you later..." Earl stutters as they hurry back to their bench to get dressed.

"What was wrong with that Jimmy-guy?" I ask Kwonmin a few minutes later while we shower together.

"Oh..." he whispers, grabbing a disposable razor and kneeling in front of me. "Don't move, you just forgot a bit of hair under your scrotum..." he continues, ignoring my question as he shamelessly cups my balls in one of his hands, lifting them up, and uses the other one to shave the bit of hair I left there. "Your cock looks so good..."

Without further warning, that little minx opens his mouth and swallows my semi-hard, greedily pumping on it and making it reach a full erection in no time. Holy fuck!!! If it weren't for the trouble of having to tuck my junk into leather pants shortly, I would gladly let him go on or even face-fuck him! I quickly see reason, though, especially as I'm not authorized to come without Ivan's permission, and pull the Asian twink to his feet.

"That was really good, but you haven't answered my question," I tease him playfully, foaming his slim body with shower gel.

"Ugh... Jimmy's just the bitchiest Sub in this club," he explains, now that it's only the two of us in the room. "A very masochistic one too. And one with whom Master Ivan used to play a lot... Sorry."

"Don't apologize, Kwo..." I soothe him. "I know Master Ivan played with most of the Subs here in the past, and I'm not jealous at all."

Earlier this week, I asked Ivan if he had favorite pets among all the Submissives – my goal was mostly to hear about the one Sub we would play with tonight – but as often, he easily dodged my question.

I love all my babies at the Hell Fire, Pet. Of course, there are a few I play more often with, and since I'm only human, some of them hold a special spot in my heart, like Connor as you can easily guess, but at the end of the day, I treat them all equally. Anyway, I don't want you to focus on this or that guy, you'll have to get to know them individually and form your own opinion. In any case, the Hell Fire is supposed to be a happy place for everyone, and I like to think that the atmosphere's quite peaceful.

"Oh, that's good then if you're not the jealous type of guy," Kwonmin replies more cheerfully. "Because I can't think of a single Sub he hasn't fucked here, except for the girls obviously, but as you'll see, there aren't many of them. Jimmy was sort of... one of his favorites actually. He can take a lot of roughness and pain, he loves to be humiliated, and... Well I guess you've come to know Master Ivan better, and you've probably seen that he's one rough Dom."

"Yeah, that's the least you can say," I mutter a bit bitterly. "But he can be gentle too."

"Of course! And he's the best. You'll learn a lot around him. There aren't any better Dom than him here."

"I had figured that out," I chuckle. "How about you? How come such a cutie doesn't have a Dom?"

"No one wants me," he replies with a small voice, pouting and shrugging his shoulders with such sadness that I feel horrible for having asked, but just as I am about to pull him for a tight hug, an impish smile breaks across his lips. "Kidding!! I just don't have a Dom at the moment, but anyway, whenever I do, it's never for more than one or two months."

"Why is that?"

"I'm freaking too young to settle down with anyone, I'm only 20! I want to enjoy life with plenty of experiences before I find the perfect Dom."

"Okay, that makes sense, and by the way, thank you for playing with us tonight, I hope we'll have a good time."

"I'm sure we will. If I judge by Master Ivan's plans, we'll enjoy ourselves a lot."

"Did he tell you what he has in mind?" I exclaim, causing him to blush deeply.

"Oops... please don't try to grill me. Master Ivan only asked me what I'd be willing to do, but he forbade me to tell you in advance, so please..." he blurts out as fear covers his face.

"Shh, shh... it's okay, Kwonmin. I won't bother you, don't worry," I reassure him, pulling his frail body into a tight hug. "We'd better get ready now or we'll be late, and we don't want an angry Master Ivan, do we?"

That makes him laugh and seconds later, we are joyfully wiping ourselves dry. While we dress up in our leathers, after the mandatory examination of our respective mouths, I take the time to admire his beautiful body. His flawless skin looks so soft, the lotus tattoo on his inner right thigh so adorable, his cute little ass so firm and his fairly-sized dick so appetizing and smooth. I now get Ivan's attraction for shaven crotches, and I must confess that a twink's hairless body is very appealing.

Once again, I let Kwonmin guide me to and through the Hell Fire. The club has kept its old theatre structure, so while the former orchestra area is occupied by the dance floor and the lounges, most of what used to be lodges – those private spaces on the left and right sides – have been turned into small rooms equipped with various items that I hadn't noticed on my first visit.

Kwonmin leads me toward one of these lodges with an arched entrance on the far right, above which a board that states Paradise Alcove has been appended. The small space looks quite bare in the dim light, only holding a queen size bed on the right side and a throne-like armchair on the left in which Ivan is comfortably slouched, legs spread open and his fingers laced above his bare abdomen.

Following my little friend's lead, I walk to kneel in front of the Dominant's right leg, while Kwo faces the left one, and we both patiently wait for Ivan to acknowledge our presence. With my head lowered, my eyes stare at the space between my parted legs, but I can feel his dark and lustful eyes bore into our heads while he remains silent for the longest time. I know better than to look up and use Sam's tips for such situations, losing myself in the meditation of what is to come and feeling my cock swell again in anticipation.

"Stand up, Boys."

The order that suddenly breaks through the tense atmosphere almost makes me startle, but I soon find myself back on my feet, standing at attention next to Kwo.

"Pet, please undress Kwonmin," Ivan then orders with his huskiest voice.

As a pleasant shiver runs down my spine, both Kwonmin and I shift to face each other, and guessing that my Master would appreciate a bit of a show, I drop back to my knees, throwing him a lustful glance, and catch the young man's zipper between my teeth to lower it slowly. Slow is quite the master word for the next few minutes while I fight with the tightness of his pants, needing several attempts before they eventually pool at his ankles. Ivan's groans embolden me, so I also use my teeth to pull on the laces of the boy's boots, but my hands are definitely required to take the shoes and pants off.

"Beautiful initiative, Pet," Ivan praises me. "Your turn now, Kwonmin..."

The cute Vietnamese is obviously an expert at this and requires only half the time I needed to strip me off my trousers and Dr. Martens. Yet, it's been far enough to enjoy watching him undress me. What a hot sight to have someone on their knees in front of me, looking up lasciviously while pulling my pants down!

"Good boys... Now, I want you to put on a bit more of a show for me," Ivan then instructs. "I want to see you making out on the bed. Make this hot for Daddy..."

Holy crap! Could Ivan be any hotter? His deep voice and my wild imagination make my cock twitch in answer and I eagerly lead Kwonmin toward the bed. Kneeling face to face on the protected mattress, our mouths connect, tongues naturally entwining. Barely seconds into our kiss, powerful urges for dominance crop up within me, and as much as I try to tame them, my wet muscle quickly takes control of our exchange.

Elated by these mighty emotions and our hands roaming over each other's bodies, I grab the back of Kwo's thighs and firmly pull his light weight over mine, allowing our heads to stand at the same height and our groins to collide. Feeling his erection against mine is so arousing but sensing his total submission in our kiss is even more enthralling. As Ivan's groans get louder, I briefly peek in his direction, only to see that his cock has sprung free from his trousers and that he is stroking his shaft at a slow pace.

A nod of approval from him later, I topple Kwo over to lay him on his back and start a long trail of kisses and licks all over his chest, insisting on his erect nipples and his navel, until I reach his crotch and swallow his manhood, staring straight into my Master's eyes. His dark orbs are smoldering with fire and when I shift around to indulge in a 69 position with Kwo, they look like they are about to bulge out of their sockets.

Seems like Master is enjoying the show...

"Don't forget to prepare those tight assholes, Boys... use your tongue and fingers."

The command has my body stiffen a bit as it clearly puts me back into my submissive role, but I push these thoughts to the back of my head, hoping that Ivan will let me top this cutie at some point, even if he needs to bury himself into me first. Once again, I simply follow Kwonmin's expertise and skills, repeating every single action he undertakes while Ivan keeps encouraging and praising us.

Bobbing along his shaft.

Drooling a bit of saliva at the crack of his ass.

Using my tongue to tease his puckered hole.

Slipping one, then two, then three, then four fingers to stretch his ring of muscles.

His hole is obviously more familiar with this than mine and I'm impressed by how easily he manages to loosen up, quickly obtaining a large gaping hole.

"You're so fucking hot, Boys," Ivan compliments at some point, joining us by the bed, fully naked now. "I believe my dick deserves a bit of attention too, don't you think? Have you checked your mouths for sores or cuts?"

"Yes, Master, we did," I reply as we shift to our knees.

"Good. Then go down on Daddy's cock."

Enthralled by his deep voice, we both start working our tongues all along Ivan's shaft. Since I am the one facing the entrance, I notice that two hunks are standing there, watching us, and surprisingly, one of them is Anton. To be honest, I don't give a shit about other people watching us, I have gathered that you can't expect much privacy in such a club and I have never been modest, but I wasn't expecting a straight guy to enjoy a gay show.

Like I told Ivan during several conversations we had this week about the Hell Fire and its plural-sex community, I have nothing against straight or lesbian people. My closest classmate is a girl, and I also appreciate Anton and Pietro a lot. I don't even mind dancing with non-gay individuals in a regular nightclub. However, I'd never be aroused by watching two girls licking each other's pussies or a man fucking a vagina. Well... unless I can fuck the man's ass while he pounds into his girl.

Anyway, who am I to judge, right? To each their own after all and I'd rather focus on the task at hand, that is applying myself to pleasure my Dominant.

"Pull back, Boys," Ivan suddenly groans, taking a step back himself and wrapping his fingers around his shaft.

His fist starts rocking super-fast and only seconds later, long streams of cum surge out of his cock and hit our chests. As the warm cream trickles down, Ivan smirks and stretches both his hands to smear all the sticky substance all over our torsos.

So dirty... so fucking hot!

"Spread those legs wide open, Boys," he orders, fetching items from the armchair. "I don't want either of you to come until I give you permission to, so this is going to help."

I know what these little leather bands are for, and to be honest, relief washes over me because excited as I am, I doubt I'd be able to hold back my orgasm for much longer, so any help is more than welcome. Smiling, I watch my Master wrap the thin strap at the base of my shaft and behind my balls, tightening it to the maximum and securing it thanks to snap buttons. Once he has proceeded similarly with Kwonmin, Ivan takes a step back and motions for me to stand up in front of him.

"Kwonmin, get on your hands and knees," he purrs, pressing himself in my back and rubbing his semi-hard against the cleft of my ass.

Please, Master... Let it be what I think it's going to be...

My new friend immediately complies, adjusting his knees on the edge of the bed. His ass, propped up in front of me, is an offer I can't resist, and I truly have a hard time controlling my urge to grab his hips and dive into his hole. Unfortunately, I'm afraid it won't happen like this. Ivan has wrapped his left arm around my waist, holding me firmly against him, and his right hand is stroking my erection, squeezing it rather hardly.

Jeez!! I can't believe he is hardening again while humping my backside.

"Tempting little hole, isn't it, Pet?" he purrs in my ear.

"Mmm yes, Master..."

"Can you imagine how great it'd be to feel it clutch your cock?" he teases, squeezing my member harder.

"Ngh... Please..."

"How good his warmth would feel... How blissful to rub his soft spot and make him scream..."

If he continues with his dirty talk and all this stimulation, I'm going to explode despite the ring that's supposed to help me delay my orgasm. Thank goodness, the torture comes to an end and seconds after he has left my back, I feel him press himself against me again, but this time to unroll a condom over my throbbing erection. I was expecting him to guide my hips forward to penetrate Kwo's asshole, but instead, I hear the sound of another plastic wrapping being torn open, making me guess what he has in mind.

Two squirts of lube later, one between the cutie's ass cheeks and one between mine, a hard stick begins to rub between my buttocks and to probe my entrance. Holy shit!!! The slight sting as the mushroom head pushes past my ring of muscles makes me wince and gasp, but it ceases here, at least for now.

"Did you think I wasn't going to enjoy your ass too, Pet?" he whispers. "Well, I am, but you'll see, it's going to be fun..."

I don't know if it's going to be fun, but as he firmly grabs my erection and aligns it with Kwo's hole, all my worries fly out the now-crowded entrance of the alcove.

"Enjoy, Pet..."

Without further notice, Ivan slams into my ass, lurching me forward and making me plunge into Kwo's depth. The young man screams, but it's clearly from pleasure and I'm grateful he was able to loosen up so well when I prepared him. My thoughts quickly evade toward new horizons, though, and despite Ivan's full control on my hips and their rocking back and forth, I deeply enjoy ramming inside this cute little ass. This is actually quite hot and I get to appreciate the additional stimulation on my own prostate.

There are a few groans coming from the entrance of the room and as I peek to the right, I see that several men are there, jacking off to the show, which only enhances my excitation. I already had a taste of sex in public when I received a blowjob from – and also gave head to – that other Aaron-guy at the G Spot nightclub, but here, I am reaching higher levels of bliss.

"Go lie down on the bed beneath Kwonmin, Pet," Ivan suddenly orders.

What!? But I haven't even come... Neither has he...

Wondering what Ivan has in mind, I still abide by his request and slip beneath Kwo's bent body. His left slanting eye winks at me and his lips draw into a grin, making me all the more perplexed. I barely register Ivan crouching at the foot of the bed and somewhat spreading my knees, but he gets my full attention when he pulls on my dick and uses his other hand to lower my fellow Sub's backside, forcing him to impale himself on my rod.

Oh... So he's going to let this cutie ride me now? I wouldn't mind, but seeing my Dom unroll a new condom over his shaft, I have a feeling that I'm in for unknown sensations and I almost lose it when he leans over Kwo's back, smirking at me as his mouth approaches my Sub-mate's right ear.

"Ready to take more, Pet?"

"Yes, Master Ivan, please fill me up," Kwonmin breathes out.

Still buried deep inside the young man's cavern, I soon get to feel another hardness forcing its way into the same channel, crushing mine in the process.

"Oh my goodnessssssssssssssss" I scream, echoing to the Vietnamese's loud moan and squeezing my eyes shut as I thrive on the new thrill.

Double penetration it is, then!! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!

This is even better than I would have ever imagined. The tightness is stronger than I ever felt and as Ivan starts thrusting back and forth a couple minutes later, obviously keeping all the control of the situation since I can't move, I get to feel his cock rub against mine.

Shit!! This is so beautiful. Amazingly beautiful!!!

Oblivious to our audience, I yet suddenly have a thought for poor Kwo who must be feeling terribly full, but as I reopen my eyes, the boy crashes his lips on mine, moaning through our wild kiss. I can only assume this is not his first time getting two dicks up his ass, and after several minutes of relentless ramming, I swear he seems to enjoy this a lot. I know I am, and if Ivan's grunts are any indication, I assume he is too.

The reward is even better than I thought and my wish for an explosion of sensations gets fulfilled when one of Ivan's hands shuffles between Kwo's and my chests to free our erections from the leather straps.

"Come with me, Pets!" he booms, thrusting one last time deep inside of Kwonmin.

As a warm substance spreads over my chest, my cock pulses and gorges its protection. I am even granted to feel Ivan's shaft throb against mine as he also unloads in his rubber. Vigorous waves of ecstasy course through my body, making me shiver from bliss, and I can barely recover from my high before Ivan pulls out and shifts us higher on the bed, rolling us to lie on our stomachs.

The next half hour is pure happiness as Ivan tenderly cleans up and massages our bodies – what he calls aftercare. Feeling like Kwonmin deserves it much more than I do, I end up on my knees to help Ivan, which earns me a dark scowl at first, but a little pout achieves to make him yield. Minutes later, the three of us are cuddling on the bed, Ivan between us, and recovering from what must have been the most intense scene I have played so far.

What a treat!!!

* * *

It's after 3am when we drop off Kwonmin at his place, and after more goodbye hugs and promises to play together again in the future, Ivan drives us back home. The ride is utterly silent, thankfully so as I truly need this to come down from my high after such a wonderful evening. Amidst our cuddles on the bed, there was more making out that led to a few more blowjobs, and my two following orgasms left me completely spent and almost satiated.

"Enjoyed yourself, Pet?" Ivan asks as we lie down in bed a bit later.

"A lot. It was fantastic, thank you, Master," I reply with sincere gratefulness, pecking his lips. "I feel for Kwonmin's hole, though. He'll probably be sore tomorrow..."

"Perhaps, but don't worry, this little minx has a huge kink for double penetration. He actually asked for it."

"Oh well, then..."

"You'll get it too, Pet," Ivan purrs, pulling me closer to his chest but it doesn't prevent my body from stiffening. "Not anytime soon, though. Don't worry, Menino."

"Yeah... I don't think my ass's ready to welcome that much," I grunt, resenting him for ruining my bright mood with such promises.

"I told you I'd take things slowly."

"I know. What's the next step then after this... threesome?"

"I don't know, Pet, we'll see. Probably more sex in public, perhaps a foursome with Marcus and Sam, or..."

"That would be awesome!" I cut him. "Would Marcus let me top Sam?"

"Ugh..." Ivan groans, rolling over to lie over me and pinning my hands on the sides of my head. "First, you'll have to learn to stop interrupting me all the time, Pet," he scolds me, briefly biting my lower lip. "Marcus, Sam and I might let you top Sam at some point, but that's no new step."

"What are you thinking about then...?" I whisper, even if I already know the answer.

"Partner swapping, Pet."

Holy shit... That would mean Marcus fucking me while Ivan fucks Sam...

I have agreed to submit to Ivan – for everything that it involves, including bottoming – but am I ready to trust another Dominant and to let him up my ass?

"Pet," Ivan whispers, rolling back to his side and pulling me into a hug. "I didn't say it would happen tomorrow, and I'm fully aware of how much it'd be for you. I wouldn't even force you, of course. Not all members of the Hell Fire indulge in multiple-partner sex, you'll see that many of them evolve in exclusive relationships, but for those who do, it's a kink they relish in on a regular or occasional basis. As part of your training, you'll have to understand how much faith it requires on the Sub's side; it means trusting his Dom to trust his Sub with another Dom, and as much as it's overly exciting to swap partners, it's also very demanding."

"On both sides, I guess," I reply thoughtfully. "Like... I can imagine it's exciting to watch your Dom fuck another Sub or your Sub being fucked by another Dom, and yeah, for the Sub, it means a lot of faith in his Dom, but I guess it's the same for the Dom... he wouldn't allow just anyone to fuck his Sub, right?"

"Absolutely, especially when said Sub is quite new to the lifestyle, but then again, it also depends on each individual's level of kinkiness. After a while, it's not that you no longer care, but you give it less thoughts."

"So... Marcus and Sam are into multiple-partner sex?" I ask mischievously.

"Pretty much, yes," Ivan chuckles. "They have their periods. But anyway, like I said, we'll proceed progressively, and I won't make you try it until I deem you ready. Remember what I said? It's all about faith, Pet. It's all about the faith you have in me."

"I have faith in you, Master," I reply, tightening my hold around his waist.

"I didn't ask, by the way... How did it go in the Subs' room?" he then enquires, making me tense in his arms as I remember my rather agitated introduction. "Pet? Something happened?"

"Nothing serious, Master," I sigh.

"Tell me. Who did you meet there?"

"Hmm... I don't remember everyone's names... but I got to meet the two cute brothers," I cheer.

"Earl and Lewis, the lovely babies," he chuckles.

"They're so adorable!"

"They are, indeed, but they can't be the reason why you stiffened," he replies meaningfully.

"Err... Let's say that there was one who apparently didn't happily welcome my arrival, but that's fine."

"Hmm... Can't be Jimmy, he was already busy with a Dom when I showed up into the main room, and yet, he's the only one I can think of," he grunts thoughtfully, but I don't comment. "Okay, your silence says it all. What happened with Jimmy?"

"Nothing too bad, Master. He just... expressed his... bitterness..."

"How?"

"Just a few bird names and he was a bit... antagonizing, but I just ignored him, Master."

"Argh, I'm sorry, Pet. Jimmy's usually early at the Hell Fire, so I didn't think he'd still be in the Subs' room at that time," Ivan apologizes, as if it was his fault. " I had already warned him to behave, so I guess I'll have to have another conversation with him."

"Please, no, Master. I don't want him to think I ratted him out, and honestly, I don't really care. It's okay..."

"No, it's not okay, Pet. I want the Hell Fire to be a peaceful place for all the members to enjoy themselves, and you, as the Master Dom's Submissive, are supposed to be exemplary, Pet, so first, I'd like to praise you for not starting a fight with Jimmy, I'm proud of you," Ivan says warmly, which goes straight to my heart.

"I'm honestly more concerned about a racist remark he made to Kwonmin..."

"What!? What did he say?"

"He said that Kwo was as submissive as his people, or something along those lines."

"Then I'll definitely have a conversation with him. Aside of the fact that it's purely cliché, that's racist indeed, which is quite surprising of him..." Ivan whispers thoughtfully.

"Why?"

"Jimmy's not a racist deep down, or he would only stick to Caucasian Doms and Subs, which is quite the opposite. I guess that's the only stupid argument he found to attack Kwonmin, but that's no reason, so I will have that conversation with him."

"Hmm... He was making out in the showers with two other guys when we arrived, and it's true that one was an Asian and the other one was an African-American... His remark to Kwonmin just sounded wrong, though. I actually shut him up with a comeback about President Luong being anything but submissive."

"Well done, Pet. You're so smart, I'm sure you'll quickly learn to moderate whichever sort of tension that may arise between the Subs, and as my Submissive, I'd like you to report major incidents, that's part of your role, Pet."

"I understand, Master, but as far as I'm concerned, it was truly nothing."

"Alright, fine for this time, but if problems persist, please let me know. Jimmy's not a bad guy, but he can be a little bitchy at times."

"Understood, Master. When are we going back to the Hell Fire next time?" I then ask in a very hopeful tone.

"Next weekend, Pet. Until Christmas break, I want you to focus on your studies, but I promise we'll go a little more often during your holidays," he replies firmly. "Besides, I'll be quite busy myself to prepare New Year's Eve."

"Will we be at the club on New Year's Eve?" I ask eagerly.

"Yep. The Hell Fire holds regular special themed events, generally every two or three months, and we'll have one on December 31st."

"What do you call themed events exactly?"

"They're... special nights for which we have the club decorated on a specific theme, and members dress up according to that theme. Such themes include 70's disco, high school, slaves and masters, boss and secretary, and so on."

"Hmm... interesting... What's the theme for New Year's Eve?"

"Ahah, you'll find out in due time, Pet, but it's going to be nice," Ivan smirks as he cuddles me tighter.

"Fun for the Doms, I bet..."

"Fun for everyone, Pet. Now, enough talking, let's get some sleep."

"Hmm... Good night, Master."

"Good night, Pet."

Whatever he chooses for a theme, I am certain that it will make for the best New Year's Eve party I have ever had. Without mentioning all the ones I spent with my parents, last year's was just so lonely that I would take anything over a lonesome night in a park.

That's it, Ron. Think positively. Keep focusing on the good aspects of each moment you spend as Ivan's Submissive, because that's what'll make you go through the next months.

Published on 17 June 2020

Now we are really getting into the swing of things as far as Aaron's submission phase is concerned, and you're about to discover every major activity he experienced throughout that year. Here you've gotten to know what Sam's sickness was (which was hinted in one of the one-shots) and to meet Kwonmin, who will remain one of Aaron's closest friends during this phase, Earl and Lewis, the brothers you'll occasionally meet, and Jimmy, the annoying Sub, because we always need a troublesome Sub somewhere.

Next chapter will take us to New Year's Eve, though that themed night won't be the main focus of the chapter, more like an explanation to something that some of you have been waiting since the first books, and especially Twisted Moon. I'll let you discover this next week!

Finally, here's a picture of the collar I used as an inspiration for Aaron's: