Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 52
... And A Piercing

Wednesday 14 January 2004

"Playroom. Naked. Now."

Wiping my left cheek where a treacherous tear dared to venture, I head upstairs with Ivan in my tracks. He remains silent, standing by the entrance while I quickly yet shakily strip off my clothes. I don't need to anger him further, so instead of discarding everything on the floor like I often do, I fold each of my sweatshirt, jeans, socks, briefs and tee-shirt neatly and lay them on the chest of drawers before I walk back to the center, drop to my knees and get into an apology posture.

My cock has never been so limp before, the poor thing laying grievously between my spread legs. My bare butt is enjoying what are probably its last minutes of painless comfort and my nails are itching to dig into the skin of my thighs. Ivan's silence is killing me, but somehow, even if I know he wouldn't, I'm relieved he hasn't ordered me to pack my things and leave his house. I'm ready to take anything provided he keeps me as his Submissive.

"Go to stand beneath the grid."

His icy voice makes me cower, but I quickly rise to my feet and abide by his request. Once there, it only takes him a few minutes to have my ankles and wrists secured within padded cuffs that he attaches to chains hanging from the ceiling and rings embedded in the floor, leaving me spread-eagled with my arms and legs fully stretched.

"Open your mouth," he orders, and as I do so, he carefully examines the piercer's work, grunting and snorting occasionally. "Looks okay. Doesn't seem to be any damage at least."

Follow long minutes of silence with Ivan pacing around me, and each time he reaches my left side, he slows down even more, probably observing the ink on my left hip, until he stops and tucks a small device with a button in my left hand.

"I'm sorry, Master..."

"I'm sure you are," he replies dryly.

"Please, punish me... I'll take anything and..." I begin to say, but some sort of soft and leather-padded cushion is immediately shoved between my teeth, and its straps quickly circle around my head to be buckled at the back.

"That, you will. I have a lot of self-control, Pet," he eventually says, standing far enough from me and the words seething from his mouth send unpleasant tingles down my spine. "But I'm far too pissed right now to deal with you. I need to calm down first before I do a mistake. I don't want to hear you, so..."

"Please, Master!" I scream, but my words come out unintelligibly.

"I don't want to hear you just yet," he growls. "I'm going to go calm down downstairs, clear my thoughts out, and you'll stay here in this position. I trust you're smart enough to use this time to ponder on what you did because deep down, you know you fucked up. If you start feeling faint or can't take it anymore, just press that button and I'll come back. Otherwise, I'll return once I've decided on your punishment."

With that, he turns around and leaves, only to walk back in seconds later, with the same furious expression on his face.

"You're screwed, Pet. You're fucking screwed."

As if I didn't know that already.

Tears are pouring down my cheeks now, but it's not out of fear for my impending punishment. There's no regret either. If I could turn back time, I would proceed exactly the same way. I would have that tattoo because it's something I have wanted for a long time, even before I ran away from New Jersey. The drawing is a perfect symbol of who I am and the people I cherish the most. The moon has always fascinated me with her beauty, my friends – and Ivan – are like precious diamonds I want to protect, even if for now, they are stars gravitating around me.

The only thing I would change if I could go back a few hours ago is that I would speak with Ivan and inform him of my decision. It might take a bit of time and a lot of convincing, but clever as he is, he would understand my point and the importance I attach to the meaning of this tattoo. I would have made him yield and approve my matured decision. This wasn't done on a whim. I have given a lot of thought to it, much more than the piercing.

Yet, I fucked up. I failed in my submission because I acted behind my Dominant's back and I dearly deserve his wrath, hence the tears. I completely understand what he's going through at the moment, and I can only feel sorry. That's why I'm going to endure whatever he deems necessary to teach me a good lesson because all I am craving for ultimately is his forgiveness.

I don't know how long I have been standing in this position, drowning in my guilt, but relief washes over me as Ivan suddenly reappears, dressed in only leather trousers, and retrieves the little device from my hand. One hour? Two hours? More? I don't know because I think that I somehow drowsed off at some point; so much so that the muscles in my arms, shoulders and legs have become really stiff.

"What the fuck has gone through your head?" he asks as dryly as ever once he has removed the cushion pad from between my teeth.

"Sorry, Master..."

"You'll be sorry later and for a long time, trust me. What I want to know is... How could you do this, Pet? Didn't I state clearly that you should inform me of any important decision before you act? Doesn't a tattoo sound like a major one?"

"It does, Master, but I've always wanted one... even before I was 17... and this whole symbol means a lot to me... I've thought about it a lot before I did it..."

"On the one hand, it reassures me the slightest bit, because hopefully, you won't regret it. On the other hand, it makes you even guiltier in my eyes, because you should have discussed it with me a long time ago then," he replies coldly.

"I made this decision with full knowledge of the consequences, Master," I confess contritely and very honestly. "Even Sam warned me and..."

"Sam knew?" he groans, anger growing deeply in his voice.

"No, no... not really," I quickly reply, cursing myself because I certainly don't want to get my friend in trouble. "I just... we just discussed tattoos and piercings some time ago, and... he did tell me you weren't fond of tattoos, so I knew you wouldn't appreciate it..."

"Thanks for your honesty, Pet, but do you realize that you're also aggravating your case? If you knew, why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"Because... it might have taken months to convince you... and I wanted it now... even if I knew I'd get punished. I thought that... the piercing would soothe a bit of your anger..." I mumble piteously.

"Oh, yeah, let's talk about that piercing," he then snorts.

"I thought... I thought you'd like it..."

"Oh, I see... So the piercing was like a treat to make me swallow the tattoo pill more easily?" he says with heavy sarcasm, and I can only nod in answer. "It sounds wrong in so many ways, Pet. One thing is, do you even realize that I won't be able to fuck your face bareback before at least six to eight weeks?"

"The piercer said four to six..."

"Being seropositive, I certainly won't take any risk until your tongue has fully healed, idiot!!" he shouts, making me wince as I realize that it's worse than I thought. "Besides, as much as you're supposed to ask for my permission to... make such changes to your body, you are NOT to do these things just to please me. Yes, I do love piercings, I do appreciate a pierced tongue, and I will certainly enjoy yours at some point, but it has to please you as well, and doing this for me sounds extremely wrong."

"I'm sure I'll like it too, Master," I reply.

"Worst case, you'd just have to remove it and the hole would close, but that wouldn't change a thing for now as it'd need to heal. Meanwhile, you'll have to suffer the punishment of your life, Pet, and trust me, it'll be looooooooong and painful."

"Anything as long as you forgive me, Master... Please don't kick me out..." I beg in a whisper, witnessing an immediate change in the expression of his features from anger to concern.

"Menino," Ivan says more softly, closing the distance to gently cup my face, "haven't I made this clear before? I will never ever kick you out, and I'd like you to understand this once and for all. Even through the worst mistakes. You have to understand how this works. You fuck up, you get punished. Period. And don't forget that safewords are possible, always, even out of a punishment. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master. I just want you to forgive me..."

"I will, Pet, in due time," he replies, instantly recovering his cold authority, a glint of sadism sparkling in his eyes that makes me fear the worse. "Let's first recap all the indictments. One, you failed on communication regarding your desire for a tattoo. Two, you made a decision on a certain design without telling me, and seeing that drawing, I bet it came up on New Year's Eve, right?"

"Yes, Master," I confess.

"Three, you made an appointment behind my back, clearly with hope that I'd get home late. Too bad for you, I wanted to surprise you with an early evening to enact a scene in the playroom. Three, I don't know long you spent at the parlor, but that's this much time you missed on homework. Four, you got your tongue pierced with the clear goal to pacify the beast, but in the end, and that's number five, you're depriving your Master of blowjobs and kisses for two months," he concludes, frustration heavy in his voice. "Two fucking months."

Oh, woah, Ron... Good luck to you, cause you're in for the punishment of your life...

"Ultimately, that body's yours, Pet, but right now, it's mine. If you're going to evolve within the BDSM lifestyle and learn submission with me, you'll have to abide by the rules, and one of them says that your body's mine. Yes, I hate tattoos, but I'm no close-minded jerk; with the right arguments, I might have consented to it. After a while, indeed, but I would have."

Yeah, you could have simply told him about the design, explained what it means to you, and upon seeing his own initial, he might have felt pleasantly surprised; he might have yielded more easily.

"I warned you that I'm a borderline Sadist, Pet, so trust me, you'll remember your punishment for the rest of your life," he says with such dryness that a shiver courses down my spine. "Remind me of your safewords, Pet."

"Pandemonium to slow down, and Jersey to stop, Master."

"Right. I'll say it again. Safewording out of a punishment is totally possible, and if that's true for as long as you'll be my Submissive, it'll be even truer for the next couple months."

What the heck is he talking about?

"Your punishment will come in several phases, and most of them will revolve around chastity. You certainly know what chastity is, Pet," he smirks, groping my flaccid cock and squeezing it quite painfully. "The virtue that equals sexual purity, abstinence, no sexual relations outside marriage. The lifestyle I've brought you in is anything but chaste of course, and yet, you're going to learn chastity over the next two months," he whispers, his tone packed with firmness.

Two months? Did he just say two months?

"Yes, Pet. You heard me well. That will be your punishment for bereaving me of raw blowjobs for eight weeks: no orgasm for two months."

"But... but... what about you?" I stutter, feeling bad for him too because... how is he going to handle two months of abstinence?

"Me?" he laughs darkly. "I wasn't talking about me, Pet. Sadistic me is still going to get loads of pleasure while you won't. I'll enjoy your ass without granting you any release; it's going to be for my sole pleasure. And if you behave, I might try my best to avoid stimulating your prostate. Still quite sadistic, huh...?" he blows evilly, nibbling on my lower lip and squeezing my shaft a little tighter.

"What about... power exchange... putting the Sub's pleasure first?" I argue weakly, though I already know the answer.

"Putting the Sub's pleasure first works when said Sub behaves. Only good boys get rewarded, remember?"

You fucked up, Ron... You're punished... Imagine he gets you in one of those chastity devices...?

"I'll never say it enough, don't forget that you can safeword at any time, Pet. Understood?"

"Yes, Master..." I reply in a whisper, lowering my head.

"It'll also be a nice opportunity to train you to a new accessory," he adds, fetching an item from the chest of drawers. "This," he carries on, showing me the dreaded rings of stainless steel, "is a cock cage as you already know. This one's pretty simple as it'll only prevent you from reaching a full erection. If you get aroused, it's going to be uncomfortable, but it won't be painful. Thanks to its shape and structure, this is one you can keep 24/7. I'll just remove it once a week so that you can proceed with your shaving routine, but other than that, you can absolutely shower or take a piss with the device on. I'd advise you to sit on a toilet bowl though, because it's more difficult to aim properly while standing."

All through his explanation, I have watched him lock a larger ring at the base of my shaft and behind my balls, like those rings aimed at delaying orgasms, and slip a set of other rings that form a cage over my cock, fixing it with a little pin and a padlock to the first one. Being well endowed in the cock department, my shaft almost entirely fills the cage, which means that the slightest swelling will quickly become unpleasant.

RIP poor dick in its little coffin...

The metal feels cold and heavy on my privates, but for now, it doesn't really bother me. Except for one detail.

"Master? Won't it make... a big bulge at the front of my pants?" I ask with concern.

"It might, but it's not like you don't have a wide wardrobe of clothes, right? I'm sure you'll find jeans and slacks that are a bit larger in there, and you can wear tight briefs, too," he smirks.

"But the club... will we still go to the Hell Fire during these two months?"

"Is that even a question, Pet?" he snorts, rolling his eyes. "Of course, we will, and other members will just guess that you've been a bad boy. Mean as I am, I might even make you walk around stark naked. Don't worry too much, though. Cock cages are commonly used in punishments, and you're not the first Sub to fuck up."

Way to reassure me...

"Why did you say that my punishment would come in several phases, Master?" I ask, willing to change the subject, but I'm not sure it was the best of ideas again as his face instantly recovers his angry expression.

"Chastity covers mistakes four and five. One, two and three deserve something more physically... painful. Something that will teach you to communicate before you make major decisions. Lucky you, I've had time to calm down a bit, so instead of twenty lashes, you'll only get ten."

Only ten? Hmm... that sounds pretty low for a supposedly borderline Sadist, especially if I compare with what Sam got for his tattoo, but then again, it depends on ten lashes of what and the strength he will put in.

"Ten lashes of the whip, Pet," he quickly clarifies, making me shudder.

Now, that's a different story. So far, I have had a taste of all sorts of accessories, like the paddle, the crop, the suede flogger, the leather-lash flogger, the cat o'nine and even the cane, and it was only as part of discovering them in pleasure-pain play. It wasn't in a discipline context, except for the paddle, once, after I talked back. The whip doesn't scare me that much all the same, and I'm ready to take the physical pain.

"And finally, to achieve a full release of my inner anger," Ivan continues, walking to stand behind me, "I'm going to fuck you without preparation," he murmurs at the same time as he roughly thrusts a finger inside my ass. "And hard."

"I... I... I haven't prepped, Master," I breathe out, clenching my hole and trying to wriggle within my restraints.

I have gotten quickly used to clean anal sex and I'm pretty sure Ivan prefers it this way too despite the condoms, so I shiver as dirty pictures fill my head. Again, I feel pretty safe with my rectum since my bowels don't work fast enough, but just in case, I'd rather do an enema.

"Who cares? I might even make you suck the rubber clean afterwards actually," he laughs out, but I can't tell if he truly means it or if he's joking.

"Please no, Master," I beg, earning a sharp slap on my backside.

"Enough, Pet! I don't want to hear you any further from now on, only if to scream in pain, that'll excite me even more."

As Ivan uses a leather flogger to progressively warm up the skin of my back, tears begin to well in my eyes. They're not tears of pain. They are tears of fear as I imagine him making me lick a shit-covered cock. Although I have never witnessed it at the Hell Fire, I have heard about scatology and was even told about a Sub and a Dom having a kink for that.

As I am discovering more and more of the lifestyle, Ivan is making fill what he calls an activity sheet, some sort of list of all the activities and accessories that BDSM offers and that I have to grade according to my liking while also setting up hard and soft limits. As part of my ambition to become a Master Dom, I am expected to try each and every one of them, however, the one I absolutely refuse to experience is scatology. Scatology is my one and only hard limit. Should Ivan force me down to my knees to clean his dirty cock, I will definitely safeword.

This is the only thought that allows me to go through my whipping punishment in the end. Despite the painful strikes across my back that make me scream like a pig being stuck, I reasonably deal with the ten strikes that Ivan delivers with middle strength. Each lick of the leather tail makes a terrifying sound as it whips through the air and smacks my skin with a throbbing sting, and I can tell that my back will bear marks for quite a few days, but it's largely bearable.

What is more difficult is when Ivan drops the whip and unceremoniously smears lube at the crack of my ass, or when I hear him rip open the wrapping of a condom, or when one of his hand firmly holds me steady while the other one guides his protected erection to my back entrance.

"Have you ever dreamed of slamming into an unprepared ass because the tightness feels so good, Pet?" Ivan murmurs in his huskiest voice as he remains standing still behind me.

Just thinking about it has my cock swell a bit from his question as indeed, aside of the more mental aspect of taking another man, what I usually enjoy is the tight sensation provided by anal penetration.

"Ngh... yes, Master..."

"Well, that's forbidden. Absolutely forbidden," he replies dryly, at the same time as his fat rod begins to slowly force through my ring of muscles, very slowly.

"Ugh... crap..."

"Relax, Pet, open up for me... let my cock in..." he soothes, but it doesn't alleviate the sting down there. "You shall never ever slam into an unprepared ass, Pet, for fear of fissuring the poor guy's anus or worse, causing serious damage inside his rectum and to his colon. The human rectum is about eight inches long, but it's only five inches before you meet the first flexure, and although there are a few more inches and it's expandable, a man with a dick above four or five inches long shall never slam in one go unless his partner has been dutifully prepared. See? That's how it should go... very slowly..."

"Ugh, it freakin' stings all the same..."

"Of course, it does, but at least, there's no damage, and damn... you're feeling so good..."

All through this anatomy lesson, Ivan has been progressively pushing more inside of me, my insides opening and making room for his thickness, and as I get to feel his hips against my backside, I assume that he has been able to fit his entire length in.

"If you want to enjoy a man's full tightness, that how you should proceed, Pet. In the future, obviously. For now, it's me enjoying your tightness. I love how the constriction is almost painful, but as you can see, your ass is loosening up, and it's even more important to let the bottom adjust in such a case. Only then you can start ramming into that ass."

Now that the pain is receding indeed, I suddenly remember that I haven't been given a chance to do an enema, and imagining what it could look like if he pulls back, brings back my fears for a dirty result. As he does pull back and begins to pound into me, the pain returns, but there is nothing that will let my mind stray away from that dirty image. In fact, it's not so much the messy result that scares me, I experienced similar outcomes with past partners myself and it never bothered me. No, what I dread is that Ivan might ask me to lick his cock clean, and I can't have that.

Needless to say, my manhood remains as limp as a big worm, none of the usually pleasurable sensations against my prostate will do anything to arouse me. By the time Ivan pounds one last time, burying himself deep inside of me to unload in his rubber, I even feel my stomach heave a bit.

"Please... please, Master...," I beg as he pulls out.

"That's it, Pet, it's over, you did so well."

Seconds later, he is freeing my ankles from their restraints and I am shaking so badly that I'm grateful for his powerful frame holding me while he detaches my wrist cuffs from the chains. I just hope he won't make me kneel down to suck him. No... I can't do that...

"Jersey!!!!" I scream, making Ivan gasp as he pulls me into a tight hug.

"Pet... it's over," he whispers through his fearful panting, and I swear that I can feel his somersaulting heart against my own chest.

"Please, don't let me suck your cock clean... I can't..." I mumble apologetically.

"Did you really think I was going to make you do that, Menino?" he exclaims worriedly as he leads me to the bed and makes me lie down on my right side while he snuggles against my front. "Didn't you hear the playfulness in my voice when I said that? Have you forgotten that I'm not into scatology? And do you realize how unsafe it would be for your newly pierced tongue?"

Fuck... Now that he says it, I feel quite stupid. All obvious reasons he wouldn't make me do this.

"Ugh... of course... that was silly of me to even think about it."

"Besides, it's your one hard limit, Pet. A good Dom would never push his Submissive past his hard limits. And look, I don't even have the condom on anymore, it's already in the trash," he replies, slightly pulling back to show me his now-bare semi-hard.

"Why didn't you let me prep then?" I ask in a small voice.

"Because as much as a clean hole is obviously more enjoyable during a long scene, I don't really mind for a quickie, especially as I always use rubbers. Besides, I already told you that enemas aren't always necessary," he sighs, cautiously pulling me back to his chest for a tender hug. "I'm sorry you misunderstood the nasty joke, Pet, but I'm glad you safeworded. I'm just wondering why you didn't earlier if you worried so much."

"Dunno..." I reply, painfully shrugging my shoulders. "I was kind of hoping you wouldn't get there, knowing I could safeword at the last minute, and somehow, it helped me to go through the rest."

"Good boy. Let me take care of your back now," Ivan says as he disentangles from our embrace to roll me flat on my stomach.

My back is clearly painful now and it will probably remind me of my punishment in the next few days, but I'm quite happy that my earlier fear somehow helped me to deal with whipping and the rough fuck. Even if the pain remains, it will teach me to communicate more honestly with my Master in the future, and at the end of the day, all I want is for Ivan to forgive me.

In any event, I am truly happy with my tattoo and the tongue piercing. As far as the ink is concerned, it holds such a deep meaning to me that I know I won't regret it, and Ivan will eventually get used to see it on my hip. As for the piercing, I feel sorry that I won't be able to give him head without a condom for two months, but he might still enjoy the jewel in a few days when my tongue gets less painful.

"Have you fallen asleep, Pet?" Ivan asks softly as he puts an end to the massage.

"No..."

"Okay, don't move."

I hear him leave the playroom and when he returns a couple of minutes later, he settles back on my calves and I soon feel a warm washcloth gently slip between my buttocks.

"Ugh, lemme just go get a shower, Master," I grumble, trying to shift but it only earns me a sharp smack on my backside.

"I said don't move. I'm just cleaning up the lube to apply an ointment to soothe the slight swelling."

I guess it would be pointless to argue with him, so I just patiently wait, and when he eventually lies back down beside me, I roll to my side to face him.

"How are you feeling, Menino?" he asks seriously.

"I'm okay. Sorry for messing up, Master."

"You're learning. The hard way but you're learning."

"Are you sure about the two-month orgasm denial?" I whisper, trying the puppy dog face, witnessing his sadistic side burn in his eyes.

"I never yield on a punishment, Pet, you know that."

"It's going to be so painfully long," I sigh, and as I shift to lie on my back, the pain clearly reminds me that a punishment isn't supposed to be pleasurable.

"I just thought about something, Pet," he then says, leaning up on his elbow and using his other hand to grab my metal cock. "Since you're in there for two months, why not seize this opportunity to get another piercing? A dick piercing," he blows out with a smug smile.

"What's with the two months?" I wince as I imagine the sensation of a needle through the thin skin of my privates.

"Dick piercings take time to heal, especially if you're going to have it on your shaft or glans, and in order to prevent a migration, it's recommended to avoid sex and even masturbation for at least two months and erections for a minimum of two weeks. And since you've often said how sexy it looks, I believe it wouldn't the right time to get one."

It's true that after seeing quite a few guys at the Hell Fire with such piercings, I have grown to like these a lot. In fact, I find them super-hot. I saw a Dom who even had a ladder of barbells on his shaft, and it looked great. Looking into the future, I also imagine the sensations I could provide Subs with if I had such a jewel rubbing against their prostate.

"It's only a suggestion, Pet."

"It must hurt like a b... like hell, though."

"Mine didn't, and from what I heard, dick piercings are less painful than the nipple... which is also super-sexy by the way," he trails off, pinching my left nipple. "Besides, contrary to a tattoo, if you get tired of it, you'd just have to remove the jewel and the hole would close on its own. The most annoying part is the healing like I said, but since you're caged until March 13th, it feels like a good time to do this. However, you should think this over for a few days, Pet, no urge."

No urge as he says, and yet, I can already see myself ramming into assholes and pleasuring other guys with this little add-on. I need to give it some thought, but I doubt it will be long before I make a decision.

* * *

Friday 16 January 2004

"Hey, Ivan! It's nice to see you here," Master Orwell cheers as he walks into the waiting room of the piercing parlor.

It's almost 7 pm and we should be at the Hell Fire by now, but instead, Ivan has driven me to this place to have my cock pierced and we will go back home for a quiet evening afterwards. After my fuck-up on Wednesday and more pondering on this type of body art, I have decided to get an additional jewel on my body. I told Ivan that I would set up an appointment with Trisha, but he insisted on having it done by a friend of his.

I have met Master Orwell a few times at the club already, and despite his bear-like frame, so impressive with all these piercings and tattoos covering his body, he is well known to be one of the softest Doms of the Hell Fire, and one experimented piercer according to Ivan, so I just agreed and here we are.

"Well, it's nice to see you outside of the club too, Orwell."

"Hi, Aaron! Have you decided what you want to do exactly?" he then asks me.

"Good evening, Master Orwell. Yes, I'd like a frenum," I reply a bit shyly, peeking warily at Ivan.

"You just do as you wish, Pet. I told you, this part is your decision."

"Yeah, but you say the Apadravya looks nicer..."

"I do, but you prefer the frenum, and that's totally fine with me."

"Ivan's right. This body is yours and as much as you're supposed to ask for his permission to make any major change to your body, you're still free to make decisions, Boy. Now tell me a bit more. Where do you want your frenum exactly? Beneath or above? Close to the head or a bit further on the shaft? And do you intend to make it a ladder in the future if you like it?"

"Wow... Not sure about the ladder. It sounds hot, but let's start with one first," I whisper. "If I make it a ladder in the future, then I'd rather have it underneath."

In all honesty, I would really love a ladder because it looks sexy as fuck. The Apadravya is a piercing that passes through the glans vertically and has the advantage of stimulating the prostate whether you take another man doggie style or in a missionary position, but I don't think it looks really nice and I'm not sure I want my urethra pierced. The ladder is hot and since it means stimulating a man's soft spot only in one sort of position, I'd rather have it underneath my shaft because let's face it, doggie style is just the best. With the bundle of nerves being lodged between the rectum and the bladder, it just has to be there.

"Alright. If you're ready, then let's go."

Since the piercer is a member of the Hell Fire, he does know what a cock cage is, which is why Ivan refused to remove it before we left. I swear he really has a kink for humiliation. I bet he must be hardening now that I am lowering my jeans and boxer briefs, exposing my caged privates as I sit on the medical armchair.

"Someone's been a bad boy?" Master Orwell asks mischievously.

"Someone decided to have a tattoo and a tongue piercing behind my back," Ivan grunts, yet I can hear the sadistic tone in his voice.

"Ouch... Bad boy indeed. Let me see that tongue, when did you get it done?"

"Two days ago," I mutter, sticking out my wet muscle.

"It looks pretty good already. Very good work and you seem to be lucky with fast healing. Have you been given proper instructions regarding aftercare?"

"Yes, and I'm doing it seriously," I reply confidently.

It's true that my tongue has already become less swollen, and although I'm still far from articulating clearly while speaking or from being able to eat anything else than soup and yogurts, I can't complain because it doesn't hurt at all.

"Good. Ivan?" Orwell calls out impatiently.

"What?"

"I need you to free his cock please..."

"Oh, yeah, sure," the latter replies, fishing a small key from a pocket of his jeans to remove the padlock and to retrieve the cage while the piercer slips on surgical gloves and fetches a trolley with sterilized instruments. I know my privates won't be free for very long, but I do appreciate this little moment out of the cage.

"Mmm nice member," Master Orwell teases, winking at me before he grabs my flaccid cock between his fingers to examine it.

Even if I am very confident, I am still a bit anxious about the pain that the piercing might incur. Ivan did tell me that it's not supposed to be extra-painful, but hey, my manhood is still precious and it's not a part of my anatomy that I want to see tortured. At least, none of the piercer's manipulations while he rolls up the foreskin, stretches the shaft or carefully cleans my cock will manage to arouse me and make it swell. Much less when he attaches a clamp on the head.

"All good, I think we can proceed with the piercing," he eventually says, reclining the backseat of my armchair to make me lean back further.

I squeeze my eyes shut when I see the size of the needle on the tray, taking comfort in Ivan's hand around mine. I feel Master Orwell pull my cock backwards to rest it on my pubis, stretching it a bit and testing various parts of the shaft by squeezing the soft skin between his fingers.

"Frenum piercings are some of the least painful, so relax, Boy," Master Orwell states. "Does this place suit you?" he asks, and as I reopen my eyes for a few seconds, I see that he has marked a spot a little underneath the head with a pen.

"Perfect," I reply with a smile before I close my eyes again, making him chuckle.

"One of the drawbacks with frenum piercings is that they're more prone to migrate, so it's better to place it as deeply below the skin as possible and you'll have to wear a barbell with a larger gauge for several months before you can move to something thinner. Ivan, can you hold the clamp? Aaron, you just take a deep breath."

Of course, Ivan agrees and seconds later, as I brace myself for huge loads of pain, a little sting happens but it is so brief that my brain barely has time to register it. Master Orwell informs me that the needle is in and that he's about to insert the jewelry, a basic barbell, and I don't even get to feel it much.

"All done, Boy. See? It wasn't that bad, right?" the piercer cheers as he cleans the bit of blood that oozed from the act.

"Nah... It's okay. I was expecting something much worse," I reply, taking in the new look of my cock and I already love it.

"It'll bruise a bit and it may leak a little more blood, but it shouldn't be much," Master Orwell says while wrapping a bandage around my shaft that he secures with a large condom. "Ivan, I trust you'll look over the aftercare. No cock cage until at least a week or two, though."

I can't help smirking as Ivan's face falls.

"Oh, you'd better wipe that smug smile off your face, Boy," Master Orwell chuckles. "You won't need the chastity device anyway. Your cock will probably sulk for a while, in that I-don't-talk-to-you-anymore way. And more seriously about the device, Ivan, one week should be okay, however, make sure you get a bigger one and with horizontal rings like this one. If there begins to be any pain, remove it and wait a while longer, but luckily, your boy seems to have an easy soft tissue healing. Just bring him back to me in a couple of weeks for a follow-up visit."

"Will do. Thanks, Orwell," Ivan replies cheerfully before he removes the remaining ring at the base of my shaft. "You can tuck yourself back in, Pet."

"By the way, I saw Mistress Ellie a few days ago, she got Carrie a new piercing," Master Orwell then says. "She told me she's looking at opening her own club?"

"She's fast spreading the news, I see," Ivan chuckles.

"I didn't know there was trouble in Hell."

"Not really trouble, but with the Hell Fire growing more gay-oriented, it's become a bit complicated to handle straight, lesbian and gay orientations," Ivan explains. "Remember there was a bad fight a few months ago between a gay Dom and a straight one."

"I mostly remember the way you punished them in public," Master Orwell laughs out, piquing my curiosity.

"They only got what they deserved," Ivan grunts. "You just don't mess up in my club. Anyway, I can tell there's more and more tension between some members and I've sort of pushed Ellie to start a new club. She's absolutely capable and I'll support her as much as I can."

"Will it be a lesbian club, then?"

"Lesbian and straight. I could be wrong, but it feels like heterosexual people – well, more like heterosexual men – have a higher tolerance toward female homosexuality, which is completely stupid. A lot of straight men don't mind watching two women interact, but they have a harder time seeing two men at it. Silly, but that's what it is."

"Oh well, I won't complain. I must admit that watching straight or lesbian people having sex at the club has never been much of my cup of tea anyway, so I'll be more than fine if the Hell Fire turns into an all-gay club."

"Yeah, me neither to be honest," Ivan confesses. "When I opened it almost seven years ago, it was mostly a swingers club BDSM oriented and I never thought it'd work so well. Now what bothers me the most is for Anton. I'll miss having him around even if he'd remain responsible for the security of all my clubs."

"He might turn gay just to stick with you," Orwell chuckles.

"I doubt. But since he doesn't mind gay sex, we might still see him around occasionally."

After a few more recommendations and chitchatting, Ivan and I eventually head back home to enjoy a quiet evening. I am evilly curious about what Master Orwell said regarding Dominants being publicly punished at the Hell Fire, but I am keeping my questions for later.

"You should go change into more comfortable clothes, Pet," Ivan suggests as we hang our jackets in the hall closet. "Just go commando under shorts maybe."

"Ahah, yeah... so that the pervert in you can tease me..." I snort.

A loud grunt echoes from his chest as he pins me against the wall, his right hand firmly holding my chin as his darkened eyes glower at mine.

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to get you aroused when your cock's supposed to avoid erections for a few days?"

"No..."

"Then go change into something that'll make it feel less constricted," he orders.

"Yes, Master."

I hurry up upstairs, feeling bad for having thought that he would be that evil, and quickly strip off my jeans and boxer briefs to slip on larger boxers before I meet Ivan in the living room where he brought a tray with club sandwiches, heated soup and yogurts to the low table by the couch. He is currently fumbling by the TV unit, looking through DVDs. Sounds like a movie night.

"What are we watching tonight?" I ask as I tentatively approach him.

"Have you ever seen Star Wars?" he asks cheerfully, a childish expression on his face.

I sometimes wonder if Ivan doesn't suffer from dissociative identity disorder. Like, how can he be so stern and cold then so warm and playful the next minute? Not that I mind either, but I swear it doesn't make things easy.

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah..."

"That's the best saga of all times, Menino! How is it possible you've never seen it?"

"Zealous catholic family, I remind you," I snort. "We weren't allowed to watch TV much, except for the news and educative documentaries."

"True. Sorry. Though you did say that you sometimes had movie afternoons with your friends, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but we've never seen that one. We're more into drama or action movies."

"Fine. Let's start with the original trilogy then," he says eagerly as he retrieves the disk from the box titled Star Wars and slips it into the player. "That's episode I, though it's now considered as episode IV because there's another prequel trilogy going out at the moment; I've already seen episodes I and II, and I think episode III is due next year or year after next, but to me, the original trilogy remains the best," he explains as we settle on the couch and start eating.

I will admit that special effects are really good for a movie shot in the late 1970s, and Luke Skywalker is really cute, but to be honest, science fiction has never been much my cup of tea and I quickly get confused with all these planets, robots, the civil war and its rebellion against Darth Vader. I just end up lying down in front of Ivan and find myself enjoying more the cuddle than the movie in itself.

"So? How did you like it?" Ivan whispers as the credits unrolls.

"Hmm... Interesting?" I try with a chuckle.

"You didn't like it?"

"Not my kind of movies, but it was fine. Chewbacca was fun."

"That's the kind of movies you need to watch several times to understand it fully, anyway."

"Do you want to watch episode II now?" I ask as I shift to face him, grimacing a bit when my back rubs against the seat.

"No, we'll watch it another time. Does your back still hurt a lot?"

"Not a lot, but it's still a bit sore."

"It's only been two days, so it's normal. It already looked good this morning, but you'll feel it for a few more days."

"That's the point, isn't it?" I deadpan, rolling my eyes.

"Exactly," he replies sternly, leaning forward to briefly peck my lips.

"Hey, can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"What was Master Orwell talking about when he mentioned Doms punished in public? Can Doms get punished?"

"Of course. Just like Subs, if they fuck up, they get punished by the Master Dom."

"Wow... in public?"

"Most of the time, yes, because I use these as a refresher for other members with a lecture and the punishment. It doesn't happen very often, thankfully."

"What had they done that deserved that much though?"

"They fought. The Hell Fire is supposed to be a peaceful place, so fights aren't tolerated," he replies dryly.

"Dang, I'm glad I didn't fight with Jimmy on my first evening there then..."

"You'd have been punished, indeed. If there's anything going wrong, you should always reach out to me or any of the security guards; it's our role to interfere and act in consequence. Has Jimmy been bad lately?" Ivan asks with concern.

"No, not at all. I can't say he's friendly, but he's okay. Wait... Did you speak with him after my first night at the Hell Fire?"

"I just reminded him of a few general rules, that's it, nothing serious. If he becomes a pain again, just let me know. Anyway, let's go get some sleep, Pet."

With that, Ivan scoots off the couch to switch off the TV, and once we have shut off all the lights and locked the doors, we head upstairs for our evening routine. While I brush my teeth and do my mouthwash, he applies an ointment on my back, then changes the bandage of my cock without trying to tease me. A small bruise has appeared around the piercing and that area is a bit sensitive, but I already like it a lot.

It has been another intense week between school, loads of homework and my fuck-up on Wednesday, and I am so exhausted that once in bed and snuggled against Ivan, I quickly drowse off to sleep. I have a feeling that the next couple months are going to be long, painful and frustrating, and the last thought I have is that I wish I could just wake up on March 13th.

For Ivan's birthday.

Published on 1 July 2020

There you got the story of Aaron's tattoo and his genital piercing... well, the beginning of since some of you might remember that he has a ladder, but that will come later.

Ivan might also sound a bit harsh, but like I said, there are times you might like him less, and that's just what it is. You can blame it on me as I couldn't find another way for him to teach that chastity virtue to Aaron, ahahaha. All the same, this chapter has been completely rewritten and sounds a little fairer than its first draft, so it's not even that bad.

Just a little side note: the "RIP and metal coffin" allusion is all credited to a comment by @ptxpjo in the previous chapter that was so funny 🖤

The next chapter will take us to March 10th, so just a few days before the end of Aaron's punishment.