Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 51
The Story Of A Tattoo...

Wednesday 31 December 2003

"Ugh! Dammit! Fuck!"

I just can't help but chuckle at Sam's grumbling as he tries to hang a bouquet of white and red balloons from a hook that is obviously unreachable for such a little dwarf. We have spent the afternoon preparing the Hell Fire for New Year's Eve in a delightful atmosphere, and it's the last piece to achieve the themed decoration. Sam could have used a stool or a stepladder, but the little guy persists with his attempts at jumping to pass the ribbon into the O ring, and the more he tries, the less he succeeds.

"Argh, shit!" he grouses after an umpteenth unsuccessful jump.

"You should have drunk more milk as a child," I laugh out, causing him to spin on his heels and stare at me with an O' so unimpressive glare as a smirk draws on his lips.

"I do drink loads of milk, and it doesn't make me grow."

"Not that kind of milk, silly. Besides, it's too late, you're too old."

"Oh, shut up, Baby. How about you help instead of making fun of me?" he deadpans, propping the ribbon in front of me.

Rather than taking the bouquet of the balloons, I hastily crouch behind him and pass my head between his legs before I stand up, carrying my friend over my shoulders.

"Duh... I feel like the toddler on his father's shoulders to place the star on top of the Christmas tree," he grunts while attaching the ribbon to the ring.

"Bla, bla, bla... You're such a grumpy bear today," I chuckle.

"My Master's fault. He's refused to tell me how we'd play tonight, or with whom."

"Ivan didn't tell me either, and I'm not grumpy all the same."

"That's because you're in denial and would rather not know," Sam laughs out, resting his hands on top of my head.

"There might be a bit of that," I confess playfully.

Ivan has held his promise to take things progressively, and over the last three or four weeks, all my visits at the Hell Fire have involved sex in public, mostly in the main room, and since I have already grown used to shutting the audience around us, I must admit that I have enjoyed myself a lot; even more so with my friend Sam. Marcus and Ivan – well, and Anton too – are literally inseparable, so this has meant spending a lot of time around Sam, and whether it was about giving head to our respective Masters or being fucked on the same couch, it has made things much easier for me too.

However, I still don't know which is going to be the next step Ivan promised, and it could be just anything, but the one thing that wouldn't surprise me is that he chooses New Year's Eve to mark the entrance into 2004 with a new kind of experience.

"You'll be fine, Aaron, don't worry," Sam soothes, patting my hair.

"Of course, I will."

"Now how about you put me back on the ground?"

"How about I keep you on my shoulders?"

"How about you turn into a horse and I ride your back?"

"How about you really have weird ideas?" I deadpan yet shrugging his legs off my shoulders until they wrap around my waist.

"Yeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!!" Sam shouts, tightening his hold around my shoulders as I begin to gallop across the main room of the Hell Fire. "Faster my Little Pony!"

"AARON! SAM!!!"

Of course, some party-pooper would interrupt our fun, and since Ivan and Marcus are supposedly busy finetuning some stuff backstage, it can only be Anton or Mike. I can't tell because they have the same voice, and since I ignore the call, racing further away, I don't expect to find out. Or maybe I won't have a choice.

"AARON! SAM! I'M NOT SAYING IT A THIRD TIME!" the voice booms even louder, pulling me to a stop for fear it might reach Ivan's ears. "What the fuck, Boys?"

As I turn around, a bit out of breath and still carrying Sam, I find myself facing the gorgeous Master Mike, and although facing Anton might have been preferable, I don't cower and just grin at him. Perhaps not the best of ideas. The current head of security for the Hell Fire is a straight man who will eventually follow Mistress Ellie if she really gets to open her own BDSM club, and my guess is that Master Mike is the preferred candidate to take over, so Mister Mike is taking his job very seriously, and quite zealously if I may say. He isn't one I should try to mess up with.

"What's going on here?"

As Ivan-The-Party-Pooper-Number-Two's deep voice echoes behind me, I let Sam carefully drop from my back, glowering at Mike's smug smile even if his face quickly recovers its stern expression.

"What were you doing on Aaron's back, Pet?" Marcus-The-Party-Pooper-Number-Three asks coldly; not that it would impress his Sub.

"Aaron was playing my Rainbow Dash, Master," the finance guy giggles, making me titter.

"Rainbow Dash?" Ivan deadpans with a questioning grimace.

"Duh, don't you know the anime My Little Pony, Master Ivan?" Sam chortles.

"Oh, I see... Then perhaps I should fetch one of those ponytail butt plugs for you, Pet?" Ivan smirks, squinting at me.

"A rainbow ponytail plug, if I may suggest, Ivan," Mike comments, causing me to spin on my heels to scowl at the security guard again before I look back at my Master.

"I was just helping Sam to hang the last bouquet of balloons, Master, and we're done with all the tasks you assigned to us," I state more seriously, inviting him to have a look around the main room.

After a whole afternoon preparing the club for tonight's special theme, I must say that it looks quite nice, all red and white. Aside of the decorations we hung here and there, all the seats of the lounges have been covered with either red or white protection sheets.

"Good job, Boys," Ivan praises. "The caterer is almost done setting the buffet too, I see. Perfect. Anyway, the first guests have arrived, so you should go get ready now."

"And you two had better behave," Marcus warns us threateningly.

"That goes without saying," Ivan concurs.

"Yes, Master," Sam and I reply in unison, before we hurry toward the main entrance, containing our nervous chuckles. "It was a close call," Sam adds once we're in the corridor and on our way to the Subs' room.

"Mike can be such a killjoy."

"No kidding. He's even worse than Anton."

"That's because he wants to impress his big brother," I snort. "Anyway, let's go get ready."

As we step in what Ivan calls the Subs' room, I can't help but sigh at how crowded it is already. Ivan should really do something about this place; if he cares so much about his babies, he should treat us with much better comfort than this pity of a room. It's true that most of the Subs prep before they go to the club, but quite a few do this here – because a last-minute enema feels safer – and in any case, we all like to use the communal showers for at least a quick refresh before we get dressed. It would make things so much easier with more showers and toilets. I will definitely have to discuss this the Master Dom at some point.

Sam and I quickly head to our lockers – which happen to be next to each other – and casually strip of our clothes, quite oblivious to all the buzzing and effervescent atmosphere of the room. Standing at barely 5'6, my friend is indeed much smaller than I am at 5'11, and he has a gorgeous hairless body with discreet and firm muscles in all the right places.

"Sam?" I whisper, lurking at the drawing above his pubis.

"Yep?"

"I was wondering... Where did you get your tattoo?"

"Uh oh..." he says, squinting at me warily. "Shall I warn you that Ivan isn't too fond of body art? Well, at least tattoos..."

"What do you mean with at least tattoos?"

"He doesn't like graphics on skin, but he loves piercings."

"He has just one, though, and it's not even obvious. Like, you only get to see it a bit when he's erect."

"But he's always erect..." Sam smirks, making me roll my eyes. "He mostly likes them on others, Subs more precisely, if you see what I mean."

"I don't, but you're going to tell me," I tease him.

"Come on, Aaron... Ivan's tongue is a whore for pierced cocks and nipples and his dick loves a pierced tongue too," as we proceed to the sinks to fill our bulbs.

While we proceed with our enemas, my thoughts stray back to the last evening I spent at the Heaven Water just before I flew to Boston, and I remember that threesome I enjoyed in the restrooms and how delightful the jewel felt on the most sensitive areas of my cock. A delicious experience I wouldn't forget. I wonder if Ivan would let me spend another evening at the nightclub next door so that I get the second round these guys offered.

Not even worth asking, Ron, move on.

"Why do you say Ivan doesn't like tattoos?" I insist a bit later as we wait for our turn by the communal showers.

"I've known Ivan for ten years, Aaron, trust me, he doesn't. Why ruin a flawless skin with stupid and meaningless drawings?" he grumbles, imitating the Master Dom's voice. "That's what I heard when I got mine too."

"Ahah, that evening... there was a bit of tension."

"No shit, Sherlock... I didn't tell you everything back then, b'cause... you know... Actually, I didn't know you guys were coming over and I thought Marcus was finishing late, so I was wandering naked in the house after my shower, waiting for my skin to completely dry before I'd put the bandage back on. I didn't hear the car park, so they caught me before I could hurry back upstairs. You should have seen their faces," Sam giggles.

"I can imagine..."

"I'm laughing now, but trust me, I didn't that night. I thought Marcus was going to explode, and Ivan said how horrible it was."

"Duh! It wasn't any of his business..."

"No, it wasn't, but Ivan's that straightforward, you know. I didn't mind, I was mostly upset by my Master's opinion," he replies with a wink as we finally get our turn to shower. "I'm just saying that Ivan's not really fond of tattoos, and if you want to get one, you'd better discuss it with him first."

"But that's my body."

"Of course, but remember that as his Submissive, you're trusting him with your body, and that's considered as a major change. If you really want one, I guess he'll let you get it; it might just take a few months of convincing, that's it. All I know is that you'd be in for huge troubles if you do it behind his back."

"Says the one who did his behind his Dom's back..."

"Yeah, and I earned the punishment of my life," Sam grumbles as he helps me to shave hair underneath my scrotum. "The dinner appeased some of Marcus' tension, but my backside still remembers the physical discipline I received once you'd left."

"Was it that bad?"

"Thirty of the leather flogger, twenty of the paddle, ten of the cane. Followed by a punishment fuck without prep."

"Ouch..." I reply with compassion, even if that sort of pain doesn't really scare me. "Oh, well, I'll think about it. All the same, where was that parlor?"

"It's on Beverly Hills avenue. They're a couple who recently settled in LA, I think they're coming from Phoenix. They're in their late forties and have been practicing for years, and they're serious. The guy did mine, but his wife looks great too."

"Cool. Thanks, Sam!"

"Hey, guys!" a small but eager voice suddenly cheers. "You ready for the Angel and Devil night?"

"Hi, Kwo! You bet we are," I reply cheerfully as he sneaks between us under the shower.

Angel and Demon... So, that's the theme Ivan chose for New Year's Eve and since the Master Dom only invited the most assiduous members, we shouldn't be above seventy people partying and celebrating the birth of 2004.

"Yes, it should be fun. We're only lucky he didn't go for a Slave Night," Sam chuckles.

"Slave nights are fun. I'd love to try it next time..."

"I swear your masochist is showing, Kwonmin."

"What do Slave Night consist in exactly?" I ask.

"They're... err... they're..." Sam stammers, and if the grimace on his face is any indication, I bet my friend doesn't like them much.

"Master Ivan organizes these once a year and as you can easily guess, Subs are turned into sex slaves, and Doms indulge in the most hardcore kinks. The specificity is that he will only appoint three to five slaves who'll be used by pretty much anyone, and these will experience all sorts of stuff like... CBT, fisting, whipping, electricity play, water sports, gangbang... Not necessarily all of them, but a lot."

"Ugh... seriously? And all the members participate?"

"No, only those interested. Aside of the few selected slaves, all the other Subs can attend too, and to fit the theme, they have to be naked, crawling, and on a leash, even if they're only here to watch, though they might be asked to help in activities at times too."

"Sounds intense..."

"It is," Sam agrees. "Ivan imposes very strict rules and guidelines on these nights, so it obviously remains safe and consensual."

"And have you guys... ever been one of these slaves?"

"Yep, I have; once, three years ago. I wouldn't miss it because it's super arousing to watch, but I'm not doing this again as a slave," Sam chuckles with a shudder.

"I haven't yet, but I'd like to try it, at least once," Kwonmin cheers.

"Yeah... it sounds interesting, but I'm not sure I want to try this," I reply as a shiver courses down my spine just as another body snuggles against my right side.

"And I think Master Ivan might want you to give it a try," Connor mischievously whispers in my ear, his right hand already groping my privates. "It's a fun experience, Aaron. I did it last year, and I'll do it again next time."

"Of fucking course," I snort, pinning the cute twink to the wall, grazing his bottom lip. "I bet you and your solid kink for humiliation loved that."

"You have no idea..."

"Oh, I do..."

Ah, Connor... The Connor. That Connor who was in Ivan's playroom at home when I returned from Boston. The Connor Ivan was torturing as part of a punishment when I showed up like a fly in the ointment and caught them into an intense scene.

Connor and I were eventually properly introduced a couple of weeks ago, and since then, I have been given the opportunity to get to know him better. Pietro's baby brother is exactly how Ivan described him and definitely the type of guy I get along with; kind, funny, sarcastic, chirpy and always up for insignificant mischiefs. Sadly, he is also prone to more serious problems, and it seems like no Dom has been able to tame him so far.

"Oh, yeah, Aaron... Show me the future Dom in you..." he moans against my lips.

"You'd like that, little slut..."

"Shut up, you're gonna make me come..."

"Only good boys get to come," I snort as I break away from the cute Brazilian, which earns me a whole series of insults in Portuguese that only makes me and my other friends laugh.

Other Subs are impatiently waiting for their turn to refresh, so we quickly step out of the communal showers and move on with our preparation. I am feeling a bit confused by the revelations about the Slave Night – weirdly and admittedly a little excited too – but looking into the paper bag that bears my name and holds my evening outfit quickly brings me back to the present.

A very small paper bag...

A tiny paper bag that only contains a white jockstrap.

How could he even call that an outfit? Oh, sure, there's a set of big white feather wings we're supposed to get by the entrance of the main room, but damn! I feel super exposed. Even the front piece of fabric barely covers my cock.

"So fucking sexy, Big Boy," Connor cheers as we exit the locker room, slapping my backside.

"Connor..." I grunt, "touch my butt once more and I swear I'll pull you to my front and slip my cock between your adorable ass cheeks."

The little minx hurries past me, wriggling his ass, only to bend over in front of me. He just gets a double slap on his buttocks before the four of us happily walk down the corridor. Once we have slipped on our angel wings, we all take a deep breath to rein in our excitement and walk into the main room of the Hell Fire. However, it's not a simple deep breath that will help my manhood to rein in its own excitation as I take in the beautiful sight in front of me.

There are plenty of angels already occupying the dance floor, and as much as I feel a little ridiculous in these jock straps, I like them a lot on all these adorable twinks. Shall I also mention all the sexy hunks dressed in bright-red leather trousers with a long tail appended to their backside? Fuck! It's so hot! Even the female Subs look cute in their white G-string and bras while the few Dommes wear sexy red dresses adorned with a long tail.

At first, I believe that Ivan wanted to make this party an all-gay event, but he has way too much respect for Mistress Ellie and couldn't resolve to squeeze her out of the game in the end, hence the presence of a few Lesbian and straight couples, including the bi-sexual Master-Domme and Carrie, her cute Submissive. While I am on Christmas break, Ivan has granted me a bit more time at the Hell fire, which has also allowed me to discover that the Dominatrix is just as impressive and strict as Ivan, but also very kind.

"That gorgeous ass..." a deep voice that I would recognize among hundreds suddenly purrs in my ear, and as his arms wrap around my waist, pulling my back close to his chest and allowing me to feel his hardness, I instantly lower my head. "And that bulge..." he continues, his right hand groping my cotch. "I think we'll soon go shopping; I need to get you some jock straps."

"Ugh... You know I hate shopping, Master," I argue, tilting my head back against his shoulders as his teeth start grazing my neck.

"Fine. I don't need your presence to buy you underwear. See how hard you're getting..."

"Ngh... Master..."

His hand has literally slipped beneath the small piece of fabric and his fingers are now clutching my erection, stroking it at a slow pace that quickly gets me on edge despite the audience. However, as my friends join their respective Masters, Ivan puts an end to the pleasurable caresses and leads me across the dimmed room to introduce me to members I hadn't really met yet. Among many others, I get to meet Master Jack, a good friend of Ivan's and a Sadist who owns a sex-shop downtown, Master Orwell, the big hunk whose body is covered with tattoos, but the one I mostly register is Master Kody.

I clearly remember him from my first visit at the Hell Fire because the big dude was comfortably settled in an armchair, lurking at two Subs who were pleasuring his cock. Both Subs are with him tonight again, but I learn that they are actually in a permanent three-way relationship. Master Kody first met Justin about two years ago, and nearly a year later, they both instantly fell in love with Gianni, a brand-new recruit at the club, that they quickly added to form a trio, and it's funny because as much as Justin looks so quiet and shy, Gianni is a bouncing ball of liveliness and mischief. The boys say it was love at first sight; I say Master Kodi is one greedy fucker.

Most of the guests have now gathered on the dance floor, and Ivan surprises me as he follows me there, glad to see that we are spending more time together for once. Contrary to the techno and house music blaring at the Heaven Water, the Hell Fire mainly plays pop rock music, and I sincerely adore blustering with him on Numb by Linkin Park, Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes or even the languorous Protect Me From What I Want by Placebo.

Dinner then occurs with all the angels kneeling on white blankets scattered around the room and the devils feeding them, but of course, it's not only about food. Those evil Doms – well at least the males – have a lot of fun feeding us their tails, and obviously, I'm not talking about the leather ones hanging from their backsides. Since we are sitting with Marcus and Sam, our Masters make us kneel side by side, and I am so turned on that I even beg Ivan to let me try his friend's cock while Sam gets to suck on his. I don't really get the two Doms' smirk as they swap, but all I know is that I truly – and surprisingly – enjoy giving head to Marcus.

At some point of the evening, as everyone is back on the dance floor, I suddenly have a thought for my best friends who are on the East Coast and have already jumped into 2004. The three of them returned to New Jersey for Christmas and New Year's Eve celebrations, enjoying a brief reunion with their families. I wish I had been there too, especially as they were going to party together again this year, but Jersey is definitely a no-go for me. I also doubt Ivan would have let me.

Overwhelmed by a sudden rush of nostalgic emotions, I surreptitiously escape from the party boasting here just as a few people start indulging in more carnal pleasures. I just need a few minutes on my own and I will easily be able to pretend I was using the restrooms when I return. Having roamed the club a little more often lately, I noticed a fire escape a few days ago that leads to some sort of balcony on the roof, and a minute later, I find myself breathing some fresh air. The night is a bit cold, but still comfortable enough despite my light clothing and I just stand by the safety wall, staring at the beautiful lights of Los Angeles.

The City of Angels.

Funnily enough, I reached L.A. precisely one year ago after a long hitch-hiking trip from East to West and I remember only too well how I spent my first night with the Angels in a park, staring at the sky as I was drifting to sleep. How ironical is it that I should be costumed as an angel tonight? I didn't know what to expect back then, only hoping to find my bright future, and after a long six months with a few ups and a lot of downs, I found safety and happiness in the person of Ivan.

The brief creaking of a door.

A loud sigh of relief.

Arms powerfully circling around my waist.

A comforting warmth behind my back.

"Thank fuck, you're here," Ivan breathes out in my right ear, concern clear in his voice.

"I'm sorry if you worried, Master," I apologize sincerely, realizing that I might have been longer than I intended in the first place. "I just needed a minute on my own and..."

"Something wrong, Pet?"

"No, not at all," I reply with all the self-confidence I can muster. "Did I ever tell you that I arrived in L.A. exactly a year ago?"

"I didn't know the precise date, indeed."

"I walked into L.A. on December 31st last year and I spent the night in a park, lying on the ground and staring at the sky," I whisper with emotion as I tilt my head up, leaning against his shoulder and staring at the half-full satellite. "The moon is so fascinating..."

"I love it when it's full."

"I love it when she's in its waning crescent. It feels like she could hold... I don't know... I wish I could sit on her bottom end and she'd hold me like a precious diamond."

"Hmm... Are you becoming romantic, Pet?" he asks seriously, which makes me chuckle.

"Nah... Just being a bit nostalgic tonight, I think."

"Thinking about your friends?"

"Yeah... I like to imagine them as stars surrounding the moon."

Right then, a beautiful drawing forms in my head; one that I would need to finetune but one that I can definitely imagine as the tattoo I have always dreamed of.

"Mmm... I like that idea. Can I be one of these stars?" Ivan purrs huskily.

As a shiver runs down my spine, I shift in his embrace to face him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, lacing my fingers at the nape of his neck and diving into the chocolate ocean of his eyes.

"You're already one of them," I murmur against his lips. And so much more...

"Thank you, Menino."

The kiss that follows is gentler than usual and yet, it holds a lot of passion that I can't really define. It is slow and peaceful, and at the same time, it bears so many powerful emotions that if it weren't for fireworks suddenly erupting further away, I would have gotten lost into the trance.

"Happy new year, Menino..."

"Happy new year, Master."

"It's getting a bit cold here, and I have a few ideas to cheer you up and celebrate the new year," Ivan whispers, his eyes obviously filling with lust.

"I wonder what kind of ideas, Master..."

"A new experience," he purrs quizzically, his teeth grazing my lower lip. "A step further, something I'm sure you're ready for. I just want to remind you that you can safeword at any time. Understood, Pet?"

"Yes, Master."

Ivan doesn't let me dwell on this as he leads me back to the party roaring at the Hell Fire, and the least I can say is that it has risen a notch higher in naughtiness now that several devils are fucking angels. For some reason, I was expecting Ivan to take me to one of the separate alcoves, but instead, I find myself straddling his lap on his favorite couch, face to face, and the next second, Marcus plops down beside Ivan with Sam in the same position as mine.

"So?" the gorgeous doctor asks eagerly.

"I haven't told him yet," Ivan replies, smirking at me before he shifts a bit to slightly turn toward his friend.

HOLY.

FUCKING.

SHIT.

At that moment, Ivan and Marcus lean toward each other and as they start kissing wildly, their tongues entwining powerfully, I feel my eyes almost of pop out their sockets and my jaw drop in wonder. The unexpected show had my cock spring to life right away, its head trying to stick out of the jock strap. I am so enraptured by this steamy hot sight that I nearly startle when a small hand pulls me from my daze, the tip of Sam's fingers trailing along my thigh as he stares at me with envious eyes.

"So hot," he mouths to me as the Doms break their kiss. "May I kiss Aaron, Master?" he then asks Marcus with a mischievous tone, the latter nodding in approval.

"Would you like to kiss Sam, Pet?" Ivan asks me.

Fuck yeah!

Too eager to even bother with an answer, I lean to the right and my lips connect with Sam in a very sweet way. It's clearly not the fierce kiss that our Masters shared moments ago, but I dearly enjoy how Sam lets me dominate the exchange. It seems like my friend wants more, and before I know it, he has joined me over Ivan's lap, sandwiched between us, allowing me to feel his erection against mine.

Since Marcus and Ivan have resumed their own fun, I just lose myself in the kiss with Sam and things get a little more intense as our hands become more daring. While Sam focuses on teasing my nipples, I get even bolder as my left hand tentatively slides down between our chests, only to discover that this little minx has gotten rid of his jock strap. Since it seems like we are granted more free-will, my fingers close around his shaft and squeeze it lightly through slow caresses, making him moan loudly.

However, when two hands suddenly grasp my ass cheeks and a warm breath blows on my neck, my body stiffens, mostly out of surprise, and when I pull back, it's only to collide into another powerful chest.

"Hello, sweet boy," Marcus purrs in my left ear. "Dr. Neely's here to perform a quick check-up of your prostate," he adds as his hands begin to knead my buttocks.

"Pet," Ivan says warmly, extending his arm around Sam's shoulder to grab the nape of my neck, holding me firmly and effectively getting my entire attention. "Watching you bottom for another Dominant would be really hot, and I believe you're ready to take this next step in your submission, don't you think?"

This was bound to happen at some point, I was more or less expecting it, and I guess that my eagerness at giving head to Marcus earlier must have convinced him. Over the last month, I have seen many members play this way, and far from being shocked, I have realized that partner-swapping is indeed quite common in this lifestyle and extremely arousing.

Multiple-partner sex is extremely arousing in general. I absolutely loved the first threesome we had with Kwonmin, and then again last Saturday evening when I was offered to top another Submissive in a second threesome. Partner-swapping is a bit different though, since it involves offering my so-private channel to another man, and yet, the idea of watching him top another Sub completely overpowers my slim reluctance.

Besides, I like to think that I have worked around my submission to Ivan pretty well so far. Of course, I don't enjoy sex as much as if I were in a Dominant role, and I believe that my motivation to one day become a good Master Dom helps me to go through all this, but I am also slowly getting used to the bottoming sensations, which is obviously due to Ivan and his extraordinary skills at stemming bliss within me through powerful orgasms.

"Please, Aaron..." Sam begs, his hands traveling up my chest to wrap around my neck, and as he kneels up, his lips come to softly brush against mine. "Please say yes... I swear that my Master can be gentle and good too... I've been dreaming to watch him fuck you and... wouldn't you like to see Master Ivan fuck me?"

"You naughty little dirty-talker," I comment, squeezing his buttocks as I slightly pull back to stare at Ivan.

His gaze has never been so scorching hot, and I am getting lost in Ivan's electric stare.

The lightnings of lust brimming in his dark-brown orbs are sending shivers down my spine – or perhaps, it's Marcus' slick finger softly wandering between my exposed ass cheeks, but right then, realization hits me. I would do about anything for Ivan. I would play his slave for one night if he asked me to. I would submit to other men if he so wished.

It's not only out of deep reverence for this man, or the immense respect I hold for his status, or possible feelings blooming in my young and naïve heart; it's also because Ivan is a model for me; because I want to follow his footsteps and become a Master Dom; and finally, because I have gathered how important it is to understand Submissives through all sorts of experiences that will allow me to fully grasp all the ins and outs of the lifestyle.

"I'll take this smile as a yes," Ivan says warmly, flicking his thumb over my lips. "Don't forget that you can safeword at any time, Pet."

"Yes, Master."

"I promise I'll make you feel good, Angel," Marcus adds just as his finger pokes into my back entrance, twisting around and heading straight for my soft spot.

"Ngh..."

As the familiar tingles of pleasure make me exhale a long and needy moan of content, I crash my lips on Sam's to shut myself up. My fingers have wrapped around his erection again, and as the naughty man also slips a hand inside the front of my jock strap, my right hand slides to his backside, only to realize that Ivan is preparing him too. My fellow Sub is squirming against me, moaning through our kiss, and I really have a hard time containing the fire building in my balls from the expert massage of my prostate.

"Boys, we want you on all fours, face to face, on the low table here," Marcus orders after long minutes of sweet torture.

There is a fairly long table sitting in front of the couch, a low one where Sam and I can easily fit on our hands and knees. Once I have gotten rid of my useless underwear and we are both in the required position, all our private parts fully exposed, Ivan goes to stand at Sam's rear while Marcus settles behind me. I was clearly mistaken if I thought the luscious agony was over as it carries on with pleasurable rimming, more prostate-teasing and a lot of hole-fingering. The Doms don't fail to torment our erections, either stroking them or pulling them backwards to lick the underside of our shafts while Sam and I keep kissing.

When the taunting suddenly ceases, my tension rises a notch, but Marcus crouching beside me catches my attention.

"Do you trust me, Angel?"

"Yes, Master Marcus."

"Good boy. Listen, I've obviously seen your latest blood results, and I showed mine to your Master earlier, so... unless you tell me otherwise, I'd like to go bareback."

Holy crap... Why does this have my cock twitch and ooze a load of precum?

Going bareback has been a no-go with Ivan for obvious reasons, safe sex is a mandatory rule at the Hell Fire and using condoms hasn't bothered me much, but I very clearly remember the great skin-to-skin sensations I got on the rare occasions I practiced unprotected sex when I deflowered Camden, when Joshua popped my cherry or when I fucked Andrew at the camp.

Peeking up at my Master and seeking his approval, I don't fail to notice a confusing expression on his face – perhaps some sort of jealousy? – but he grants me his permission through a clear nod and a smile.

"Please breed me, Master Marcus..." I reply cheekily.

"I'll gladly seed that hole of yours, Angel," Marcus replies with a smirk before he moves back to my rear.

This short interlude has allowed me to relax, and the anticipation for a new experience has undeniably heightened my excitation. A pool of precum has formed on the table beneath me, but I'm not the only one. I wonder what is going through Sam's head at the moment since my friend is in no better state, moaning loudly while Ivan unrolls a rubber over his monster.

"Ready to tap those cute asses, Marcus!?" Ivan teases as a squirt of lube gets smeared at the crack of my ass.

"More than ready! I've wanted to try your boy's hole for a while," Marcus replies.

Has he? Is this something they've discussed before?

"I told you... Marcus and I have a strong kink for foursomes," Sam whispers in my ear in answer to my silent question.

"Then I hope I'll get to fuck you at some point," I reply, wagging my eyebrows.

"Be a good boy, it might be your next reward..."

Two loud smacks echo at the same time, and as a sharp sting reverberates on my right buttock, Sam and I both yelp.

"The only sounds Angels are permitted are moans," Ivan grunts, compelling us to lower our heads to hide our smirks.

"Let's see if they still find this funny with our fat cocks up their asses," Marcus adds.

I guess our light shudders of laughter haven't gone unnoticed then...

These instantly quieten down on my side as Marcus aligns the warm tip of his erection with my entrance, barely prodding the ring of muscles.

"Fuck... I just want to slam into your tightness, Angel," he groans. "Slam straight into your warm depth... pierce you with my rod... fill you up in one go..."

His dirty speech and his deep voice are getting me on edge and my needy whine must have encouraged him because Marcus suddenly slams into me, roughly pulling on my hips to meet his thrust.

"Holy fuck! That tightness feels good," he growls.

Thank goodness for the long preparation I underwent, but the sting still makes me scream. Probably feeling compassion, Sam kindly leans forward and his lips gently make contact with mine in an attempt to assuage my pain while Marcus lets me adjust to his thickness. Feeling the warm skin of his cock pulsing within me is nice though and Sam's tenderness achieves to relax me. The discomfort is still here, but as usual, I revel in the physical pain to alleviate the turmoil of emotions in my head, quickly prompting Marcus to start moving.

Soon enough, both Dominants are pounding into our asses, and I must admit that Marcus has a knack for hitting my prostate on almost each of his thrusts, using different angles of penetration. The best is when they both lean over our backs to mingle their tongues above us while Sam and I also kiss. Hearing the clicking noise of their wet muscles is so hot, but not as much as when I glance up and witness the fever in Ivan's eyes as he stares down at me being fucked by his friend.

He truly seems to enjoy the sight and his pleasure only amplifies my own arousal from watching him fuck Sam. Our eyes remain locked for the longest time, jolts of lustful electricity running between us. I never imagined I could enjoy this so much and I'm surprised to almost feel annoyed when Marcus begins to stroke my own shaft, announcing an impending permission to come. Ivan proceeds similarly with Sam and the last bits of self-control I had fly off when I see him reach for my friend's manhood, still pounding hard into him.

"Come with us, Angels," both men growl at the same time after a brief glance at each other.

This is my undoing and powerful shivers seize my body as my cock erupts with long spurts of semen. The clenching of my ass does the trick and while Marcus buries himself deep inside of me, I feel his warm member throb in my rectum, coating my walls with his load of white cream. All these simultaneous orgasms turn our group into a loud mess of moans and groans, but the Doms quickly pull out to crouch on either sides of the table.

"You were so beautiful, Pet," Ivan whispers, tilting my head for a brief peck.

"You weren't bad either, Master," I comment chirpily.

"Wait... don't move," he orders as I am about to kneel up, a discreet hint of remorse in his voice. "Please let me enjoy something."

With that quizzical command, Ivan disappears, though only to kneel at my rear, and I immediately understand the sadness he tried to hide as he parts my buttocks and begins to lap the substance oozing from my hole. I get his frustration and some of his words make more sense as I remember what he said about things I might miss around him. His tongue feels delicious and I find it so freaking hot to have him lick my butt clean.

"So fucking good... push out some more for me, Pet," he says in a more cheerful tone.

I wouldn't deny him such an easy pleasure for once he can indulge in this activity, and I am honestly willing to let Marcus fuck me some more in the future if that's going to please my Master. It's not even only about Ivan. Weirdly enough, I truly enjoyed this foursome.

Two questions remain.

How far is Ivan going to drag me into my submission and will I be able to handle each step further?

* * *

Wednesday 14 January 2004

"Still okay?" Trisha asks as she refills the cup of her gun with black pigment.

I have been lying on my left side for almost three hours now with needles penetrating to my dermis, slowly drawing a perfect replica of the model I designed and brought to the parlor.

On January 2nd, I seized an opportunity while Ivan was out to find the phone number of that tattoo shop Sam mentioned and was lucky enough to make an appointment rather quickly. All behind Ivan's back, obviously.

Am I still okay after three hours on this table?

As far as physical pain is concerned, I am absolutely fine. Of course, the needles sting, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be; much more bearable than the emotions aching in my head as I keep thinking about how much trouble I am getting myself into with this tattoo. In fact, I wish it was more painful; it would help some of the guilt raging in my head, but I'm pretty sure Ivan will take care of that part.

I should have discussed this with him, I know, but I haven't because I knew he would refuse to let me have a tattoo. Like Sam told me on New Year's Eve, as Ivan's Submissive, I am supposed to require his approval and I might have managed to make him yield, but it would have taken ages – he might have made me wait till my submission phase is over – and I was just too eager to get my ink.

That's fine. I'll deal with the consequences.

As a form of apology, I am also getting my tongue pierced, hoping that the little jewel will please him. It should be a nice counterpart and since I'm still not allowed to deep-throat him without a condom, I hope to bring him even better sensations when I give him head.

"All good," I reply cheerfully.

"Perfect. We're almost there, Aaron. I just need to finish the last two letters."

With that, Trisha gets back to work and I resume my even breathing while she focuses on her job. I have grown anesthetized from the stinging needles and don't pay much attention to her progress; I am just too eager to see the final result in a short while.

The moment comes soon enough when the tattooed and pierced woman invites me to stand up and face the mirror once she has cautiously cleaned up the mess of blood and ink on my left hip and upper leg. Not caring the slightest bit about the fact that part of my privates and backside are exposed as I lower a bit more my boxer briefs, I admire her beautiful artwork on my skin.

This is just perfect.

Exactly what I wanted.

A large crescent moon is now imprinted on my lower hip, with both extremities filled with lilies and a large chunk of diamond surrounded by smaller ones is sitting in her crease. Additionally, several white stars of various sizes are trailing beneath the crescent down the outer side of my leg. Four of them are larger, each holding a black letter, and scattered in an irregular fashion; an I; a C; a J; and an M.

Ivan.

Camden.

Joshua.

Mark.

Obviously.

The four most important men of my life. Those without whom I wouldn't be the one I am today. Those I cherish the most. The ones I would trust my life with. The ones who have provided me with the most genuine love and support.

Scientifically speaking, the moon is a satellite that naturally gravitates around the Earth, but in my mind, I want the moon to be a planet, and the stars to be its satellites. I want the moon to represent me as an orbit for all these stars to gravitate around as my safest protectors; sadly, a moon that has eclipsed for three of them for now, but one that will rise eventually. The diamonds are also a representation of these same men that I will ultimately cradle in my core, becoming their sanctuary, because that's what Ivan, Cam, Josh and Mark are; they are my most precious diamonds.

"Cjim? Jimc? Cimj? Is this a name?" Trisha asks, breaking my silent contemplation.

"No, they're the initials of the four people I love the most," I reply with emotion.

"Awesome! Good thing is that if more people join, you can always add stars and letters," she suggests.

Well, why not, but for now, I am totally fine with four guys holding all the space in my heart. Though, who knows? Maybe one day I'll meet my soulmate too.

"Yeah... Do we still have time to do the piercing too?"

"Of course, that will be quick. You sure you want it, though? That's a lot for today..."

"Yes, please."

"Alright. Please come and sign the protocol then," she instructs, pointing at her desk.

The document is basically a declaration which states the piercing process, hygienic measures in place in the parlor, as well as guidelines for aftercare that I will read later since she will give me a copy before I leave.

"Any questions?"

"Nope, all good."

"Alright. Go rinse your mouth with the antibacterial wash at the sink, then sit in that armchair over there, I'll be with you in a second."

While she shuffles about at a counter, preparing more accessories, I put my clothes back on, do as she asked and settle in a comfortable armchair. As she promised earlier, piercing my tongue is a quick done deed. Trisha uses clamps to hold my tongue out, and since she's a well-trained professional, it's barely a second before the needle goes through the muscle. Once again, it stings and my eyes water a bit, but the pain is more than bearable and only lasts for a few seconds. Before I know it, the temporary jewel is in place, the two beads sticking beneath and above my tongue.

It feels a bit weird and not very comfortable right now, but I'm certain I will get used to it. And I'm sure Ivan will love this since he's supposedly fond of piercings.

"Right. Let's review the instructions now, Aaron," Trisha says, smiling warmly as she hands me a copy of the document I signed. "Aftercare is the most important part, and if you thought that having the needle go through your tongue was the most annoying part, you were wrong."

"It can't be that bad," I chuckle.

"No, it's not, but it's absolutely mandatory to help your tongue healing and to avoid infections. Like I told you earlier, it'll be quite sore for a few days and you won't be able to eat properly. This muscle is in constant move, so it's all the more uncomfortable. Here you have a list of things to do so you can remember all the advice, but among the most important items: sea saltwater rinse at least twice a day until it has fully healed. Keep as much bacteria out of your mouth, so that means no French kissing or cunni with your girlfriend..."

"I'm gay..." I deadpan, rolling my eyes.

"Then no blowjob," she chuckles.

"What? For how long?" I exclaim as unpleasant flutters erupt in my stomach.

"I'd say four to six weeks. Depends on how fast you usually heal."

Holy shit...

I thought I was doing a favor to Ivan with this piercing, but it turns out it's the complete opposite! One month without giving him head or even kissing!?

Fuck! He's going to hate me... I am in fucking deep trouble!

Making this appointment on a Wednesday wasn't totally innocent.

For one, it's the only day that my classes end early in the afternoon. And then, Ivan is usually quite busy on Wednesdays because it's the first day of the week that the Hell Fire opens, so even if he often trusts the club with Mistress Ellie on these nights, he never comes back until really late and I often don't get to see him until he joins me in bed in the middle of the night. This sounded like a good plan when I scheduled my appointment at the parlor, as if having a few hours on my own would change anything to the moment Ivan will discover my mischief.

After some more instructions on how I should take care of my tattoo and my piercing, I head out of the parlor and fish my phone from my backpack. Shit!! He tried to call me several times and the only voice mail just says Call me back.

Eeek!

Well, I can't call him now; not with my swollen tongue that won't allow me to speak properly. I just hope it'll be better in a couple of hours and I'll just have to forge some sort of lies about having to stay at school to study with Lina, my favorite classmate.

Lina is an adorable young woman with Columbian origins who at 27 decided to drown back into her studies after nine years working as a cashier in a supermarket. Having lost her father at a young age and being the eldest of the family, she had to support her mother and two younger siblings, causing her to start working right after she graduated from high school and to give up on the business studies she had always dreamed to do.

Now that her youngest sister has finished her own studies and after her mother died a couple of years ago, she thought it would be a good time for her to resume her life where she had left it. She applied for grants and enrolled in college last summer. Her courage impresses me, but what I like the most is her more mature attitude than most of our classmates, her natural kindness and cleverness – always ready to help me when I don't understand things – and her extreme shyness.

Ivan obviously likes that I have paired with a girl rather than attractive boys of my age, so he never minds whenever I stay a little longer around the school with Lina. Unfortunately, both his cars being parked in front of the house as I drive past the gates, which doesn't bode anything good.

What the heck is he doing here?

My heart lurches in my chest when I see him storm out of the mansion and stop on the stoop, standing straight and arms folded across his chest.

I'm screwed. I am totally screwed. He will immediately notice the jewel on my tongue.

Pulling out of my car, I piteously walk in his direction, head lowered, clearly screaming I have fucked up, and he knows it. Rather than having a scene outside, I'm glad that he shifts to the side, motioning for me to go in, and without a word, I head directly for the living room. There, I pull out my phone and hand it to him. I already know that the device will be confiscated as part of my punishment, but I'm afraid it'll be the easiest part.

All I hope for is that he won't kick me out, because that's the one option I hadn't thought about and I wouldn't be able to handle this.

"Spill the beans," he says dryly.

"I got myself a tattoo and a piercing," I blurt out, my words quite distorted due to my swollen tongue and the unfamiliar presence of the jewel.

Ivan doesn't say anything. As a few tears start prickling my eyes, I can feel an icy cold invade the room, the tension reaching high levels. His eyes must be boring holes through my skull. His heavy breathing is the only sound I can hear and I can totally picture his chest heaving in wrath. I wish he'd say something, though. I actually wouldn't mind him yelling at me because his silence is much worse than anything else as I wonder what's going through his mind.

After what seems like an eternity of building tension, to the point that my knees are wobbling, I almost shit myself when I dare peek up at him.

Fuck... I've never seen him so angry before.

"Playroom. Naked. Now."

Three words.

Three little words that could mean a lot of pleasure in other circumstances.

Three little words that say I'm in for long minutes – possibly hours – of torture in this situation.

Published on 24 June 2020

It was a lot in one single chapter, but as you already know, I couldn't have this book linger on and on, and now that I have rewritten all the chapters that cover Aaron's submission phase (chapters I wrote two years ago and I now wonder how I could even have that much fun writing them because they're actually quite painful), trust me, you won't want this phase to expand for too long, especially those who don't really like to see Aaron as a Sub.

I know that there were quite a few characters mentioned in here too, so just remember that you have the list of characters at the end of the book to help you, one that I edit regularly. If it doesn't update automatically, just try to delete the book from your library and add it again to fix the problem. One of these characters is Connor, and as a reminder, he is one of the main characters of the Hell Fire Trilogy written by seasaltstories  ;)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that Devil and Angel Night and its little foursome, and now you know more about that tattoo that was first hinted in Twisted Moon (for old readers, that would be in I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars for more recent readers) and how it happened. For once, it was the perfect opportunity to have the book title drop here rather than at the end. Now, we'll see how it goes with Aaron's punishment, but remember how I said that there'd be times you wouldn't like Ivan? Well, next chapter might be one of them, but I'll let you discover this next week.

Here is the image that inspired me Aaron's tattoo.

As well as a picture of how I imagined the roof of the old theatre. The dome holds some sort of attic (very important for the next book...) and has what looks like a small balcony.