Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 54
Walk Into The Fourth Decade

Saturday 13 March 2004

This is it!

It's D-day!!!

Today is the day when my punishment ends and my dear manhood gets freed from its cage.

This is the first thought that comes to my head when I wake up this morning, comfortably snuggled against a snoring Ivan. The next thing that comes to my mind is that my Master is turning 40 today as well, and I think I should treat him with the best wake-up I can. Not only because it's his birthday, but also because I want him in the best possible mood.

Am I being sneaky in an attempt to recover my freedom earlier than what he promised?

Deliberately so. He might even return the favor and offer me a blissful orgasm.

Despite the uncomfortable swelling in the cock cage, I push the comforter and grab a condom from my nightstand before I cautiously shift to kneel between Ivan's legs. The man is sleeping on his back and thanks to the bright light that seeps between the curtains, I can see his proud morning wood standing at attention. I wish I could give him head bareback and pleasure him with my pierced tongue, but as it's been the case in the past two months, I am only allowed to suck his rubber-clad dick. Ivan is just too afraid he might infect me with his precum should my tongue have not healed properly yet.

Unrolling the condom over his shaft, I feel him stir a bit in his sleep, so I quickly set to wrap my fingers around his girth and swallow one of his testicles.

"Mmm... Morning, Pet..."

I chuckle at his hoarse morning voice and continue playing with his balls while my hand keeps stroking his cock. His groans are getting louder and although I don't really like the taste of the condom on my tongue, I eventually swap roles, using my fingers to fondle his rocks and my mouth to bob up and down his length.

"Mmm... That's it, Pet... Take me deeper... I want to feel your throat constrict around my dick..." he pants, and his fingers that were previously running through my hair suddenly push on my head, taking control of my moves and making me swallow more of his cock.

I have grown used to deep-throating and I actually love it. Feeling his thickness force its way down my throat is always a dazzling sensation even if it has to do with the fact that I often identify with his position and imagine myself doing this to a Submissive. If some Doms claim they hate the retching and heaving sounds that this activity occurs, I personally love them.

"Coming... Keep me in your mouth, Pet!"

Right then, Ivan firmly holds my head down to the point that my nose is buried into his trimmed pubes. Holy fuck! I can feel his thickness pulsing down my gutter, and I can only imagine the sensations of a throat clenching around one's length during an orgasm. That must be so powerful! Unfortunately for me, for now it's only painful as my own manhood has been trying to swell within its cage.

"Oh shit... so good!"

Ivan finally lets go of my head and allows me to catch my breath, soothing my coughing with delicate caresses all over my back after I have slouched over him.

"Happy birthday, Master," I whisper softly once I have calmed down.

"Thank you, Pet, it was a wonderful way to start the day."

"You're welcome..."

"Hmm..." Ivan murmurs in a very dubious way that catches my attention and compels me to prop myself up and look at him. Suspicion is all over his face. I'm screwed. "No bantering about my entrance into the fourth decade?"

"Nope."

"No teasing about how old I'm getting?"

"I wouldn't dare..."

My answer must have sounded too innocent and Ivan bursts out laughing, rolling us to hover over me. Fuck! The darkness in his eyes is reaching all-time sadistic heights.

"Was this only a treat for my birthday, Pet?" he trails off in this threatening voice that never fails to make me shudder, while nibbling on my lips. "Or was some Pet expecting a favor in return?"

"I... I don't know what you mean... Master."

"Don't you? Seems like someone's constricted in this cage..."

"Please..."

"What did I say, Pet?"

"About what, Master?"

"About the end of your punishment," he blows against my lips between two licks of his tongue.

"You said... I'd be caged until... March 13th..."

"Hmm, hmm... and more precisely?" he insists as one of his hands goes south to fondle my balls, making me pant even more heavily.

"You didn't state a specific time, Master..."

"Exactly... And I can tell you it's not now," he whispers in such a low voice that I can barely hear it.

"Please..."

"No... I want to enjoy this a bit more."

"Ugh!!! You're such a sadist," I grouse in a tone that sounds more begging than angry.

"That's no breaking news, Pet," he laughs out, sitting back up to straddle my thighs and to catch my metal dick in his hand. "Think about that powerful orgasm you'll get after two months of abstinence. You don't want to ruin this bliss with a mere blowjob, do you? No, this has to come from something more intense... something that's going to take you to cloud 9, Menino. And I want you all edged to reach your own bliss. Anyway, have you seen what time it is already? We're going to be late, so off we go shower, Pet," he cheers as he jumps off the bed and hurries to the bathroom.

Ah shit! That fucker! Damn!! I hate him so badly right now! So much so that I have half a mind to go to the playroom and fetch some rope to strangle him.

No. That'd be too sweet a death. I should get one of those plugs and catch him off-guard while he showers to shove it up his ass. After two fucking months without a single orgasm, two fucking months pleasuring him without ever complaining, two fucking months being his perfect boy, I was hoping for some compassion and clemency. He could at least remove the darn cage.

I am so frustrated and mad at him that I'm afraid to do another mistake, but it would be such a shame to ruin my penance for just a few more hours of torture. Just one more hour, actually. One more hour to prove him I can endure the sanction he set on me after I got my tattoo and tongue piercing behind his back. One more hour to show him I'm not weak. One more hour to demonstrate I can avoid being a sulking brat. One freaking hour before he has no other choice than to unlock my privates from the chastity device so that Marcus can check on my penile piercing healing.

I can do this.

It seems like Ivan has decided to test my limits this morning, but I don't fail my resolve at any moment. I contain my sarcasm and grumpiness under the shower while he washes my body, insisting on my groin and between my buttocks and going as far as fingering my hole. He doesn't miss to tease my nipples while I am at the stove a bit later preparing our breakfast. He doesn't hesitate to once again grope my balls through my jeans while he drives us to his friend's practice. And then again in the empty waiting room, keeping me hard before the examination.

However, not once do I complain.

I have been so edged that my boxer briefs are wet when I strip off a few minutes later in Doctor Neely's practice, and precum is still leaking from my deflating cock, damping my groin with a sticky mess.

"Well, it's time to remove your cock cage, Pet," Ivan purrs as I sit butt naked on the medical armchair.

At fucking last!

"Getting older doesn't make you any less sadistic, you just couldn't help arousing him," Marcus sighs as he joins us by the chair.

"Where would the fun be?" Ivan chants while he unlocks the cage and removes all the steel rings. "End of your punishment, Pet. Now I can say you're entirely forgiven for what happened two months ago," he then adds, leaning over to kiss my lips. "I'm proud of you. You took your punishment so well, I'm impressed."

As you should. Look at my balls! They've never been so full. So full that the slightest simulation has them pour out what they can no longer hold.

"Thank you, Master," I reply, containing all traces of irony.

"That tattoo looks really good, though," Marcus admires. "It didn't deserve two months of abstinence."

"Says the one I wanted to discipline after the punishment he inflicted on his Sub for the same mischief," Ivan snorts.

"Me being disciplined for the punishment I inflicted on Sam? You gotta be kidding me, Ivan. It wasn't that hard, and he didn't safeword."

"Neither did Aaron," Ivan retorts. "And it's true I was a bit hard, but it only proves how strong he is in his resolve," he then says, his voice full of pride that goes straight to my heart.

"Very true. But now you can admit that this tattoo is nice. It's clearly symbolic and you should feel honored to have your star on his hip," Marcus argues, and I dare a smug smile toward Ivan.

"Oh, I am now that he's forgiven. And you can't say that Sam's tattoo isn't symbolic either."

"Yeah, right... Whatever. Let me have a look at this piercing," Marcus then says, using some paper towel to wipe the drooling substance oozing from the tip of my shaft.

Settling between my parted legs, he starts a thorough examination of my manhood and its piercing, trying the jewel to the left and the right cautiously.

Jeez! I love it!

I really should have gotten a ladder while I was at it, it would have looked even better with a couple more barbells. Seeing that it means a long healing period, I don't know if I'll ever find the courage to do more, but we'll see. Maybe in the future.

"You're one lucky guy, Aaron. Your skin heals so fast. You'll still have to be careful for two more months and take it easy so that the holes don't migrate, but it looks really good already after eight weeks. Ivan, that means stroking him slowly in the beginning and by all means, even if you allow him to play with someone who's clean, a condom will be mandatory for at least two more months," Marcus explains while my shaft grows bigger and bigger from his manipulation. "Oh Gosh... Such a naughty boy," he then smirks.

"Sorry, Doc! This poor rod has been locked for two months, so it was bound to happen," I reply playfully.

And if you don't stop, it's going to spit in your face...

"I might put that ring back at the base of your shaft, Pet. You're not coming just yet," the party-pooper grunts as Marcus eventually lets go of my erection.

"All good, Aaron," he chuckles. "You can dress up."

"Can I use the restrooms to put my clothes back on?"

"No way. Not this time, Pet. I don't want you tempted to release in the toilets," Ivan smirks, referring to my first visit here back in July last year.

Jerk! I'm not stupid. You'd immediately see if I did.

"I just wanted to use cold water," I snort.

"Ok then, go ahead."

"Hold on a second. Stick your tongue out so that I can check the other piercing too," Marcus intervenes and with a sigh, I let him inspect my tongue. "Yeah, that one's entirely healed."

As if I didn't know. You already said that two weeks ago, but your dumbass of a friend has still wanted to wait for another two weeks before he could use my mouth without a rubber.

That said, I sneak to the restrooms and let a stream of cold water run over my erection at the sink – thank fuck for being tall... – but it doesn't completely deflate. Well, it'll have to do. Once dressed, I join the men back in the doctor's practice where they are talking about Sam being sick again, which isn't that surprising since he texted me yesterday that he had a harassing week with auditors and wasn't sure he'd be at the club tonight.

"It's a new flare-up then?" I ask cautiously.

"Nothing serious, don't worry," Marcus reassures me. "He worked over seventy hours this week, so he's exhausted. The audit went well, but it got him all stressed."

"He'd better rest this weekend," Ivan suggests.

"Yep, that's the plan. It's just cramps so far so a quiet evening watching movies and a heating pad over his tummy will help," the doctor replies with a wink.

"Give him a hug for me, and I'll call him tomorrow," I add as we get ready to leave.

Minutes later, we are back in the car and on our way home. We have barely passed the threshold of the house that I find myself roughly pinned against a wall, Ivan's strong body firmly pressed against mine, with his hands cupping my cheeks.

There is so much intensity in his eyes...

The way they are boring into mine is enthralling, and I'm sure both pairs are just equally dark with lust. A loud rumble echoes from his chest when he breaks the last inch that was separating our faces to nibble on my lips, already breathing heavily. I can feel his huge hard-on against my groin, so my left hand boldly reaches for his crotch, and just as I start fondling him, Ivan groans and his tongue finally forces its way inside my mouth.

Damn! It's been so long.

I can hardly believe we haven't French kissed in two months. Despite Marcus's reassurance, there was no way to make him understand we could at least kiss; Ivan was just paranoid with bacteria transfers that could have delayed my healing process. Now he takes his sweetest time to rediscover my mouth, gently swirling his wet muscle with mine, but passion soon meddles in, and here I find again the Dom I love so much. All the dominance stemming from his kissing skills have my knees wobble a bit and my heart race in my chest. I just love the way the tip of his tongue plays with the beads above and underneath my tongue and to be honest, I can't wait to see how he will react when he gets to feel it on his cock.

What about now? It's only noon and I could feast him with another blowjob for his birthday.

"Enough, Pet," he sighs as I try to escape from his hold and to drop to my knees.

"Please let me pleasure you, Master," I beg.

"Oh, you will. Tonight. At the club. For now, we need to have a quick lunch and then you'll catch up on your homework."

"I don't need more than ten minutes to make you come, Master," I purr, pulling out my most sensual voice.

"Oh, I trust you, but I still want to wait before I try your new toy skin to skin," he replies firmly, tugging me back to my feet. "Tonight's going to be such a good night," he then whispers, grazing his teeth on the side of my neck. "Do you feel ready for that threesome?"

"As ready as I can be, Master."

"You aren't sure?" he asks with a bit concern.

"A hundred percent sure, Master," I reply with determination.

"Good boy. Tonight, I want you to submit to Anton like you would to me, I want you to submit to the both of us equally, I want you to be the perfect Submissive subdued by two Dominants. Will you be a good pet for us?"

"Yes, Master, I will," I breathe out, totally enraptured by the huskiness of his deep voice. "Is there... Is there anything I should know about Ant... Master Anton?"

"Nothing specific, Pet. Just act as you would with me. Anton is bi-curious as he told you earlier this week, more like bi-sexual if you ask me, but anyway, he's played with boys quite a few times in the past. His major kink is about anal penetration with his usual Submissives, and that's about it."

"Poor girls... They don't even have a prostate," I chuckle.

"This part of their body does have a lot of orgasmic potential. The anal canal has extremely sensitive walls due to numerous nervous endings, just like their ass entrance, so they do get a lot pleasure when the man does it with care and preparation."

"Lucky girls with two holes... Double penetration must be easier."

"Yeah, in a way," he laughs out. "You'll get to try that too, Pet," he adds on a second thought, pecking my lips and walking away.

Humph... I have no doubt he'll make me try double penetration – and probably even more hard-core stuff... – sooner rather than later, since the Slave Night has been brought forward to end of June instead of August. This gives me another three months to get ready for this intense night and Ivan promised he'd start preparing me with hardcore activities soon.

The Slave Night is by the way the main topic of an animated conversation in the locker room later that evening. Ivan announced all the upcoming special nights yesterday evening and the list has been pinned on several walls at the club.

There are conversations left and right about the Daddy/Baby kink, with some Subs remembering how fun it was to wear diapers or being fed with men's milk, or how interesting the teacher/student night might be, though a lot of them fear the canes that might hit their backsides on such an event. However, the one that yields the largest interest is the Slave Night.

While I undress and then while I take my shower, I hear about their previous experiences on similar evenings at the Hell Fire and I must say, I'm amazed that so many of my fellow Subs are ready to relinquish that much of power and indulge in really peculiar fantasies. Like they all say, they wouldn't want to go through hardcore activities too often, but once a year, it's fun to delve into the most intense activities that the lifestyle has to offer.

"I swear I'm going to miss all these theme nights," Gianni sighs with an adorable pout as he and Justin – his Sub-mate – join me under the shower.

"I'm sure Master will find a new club, don't worry," Justin soothes, pecking his lips.

"Are you leaving the Hell Fire?" I ask warily.

Over the last couple of months, I have gotten to know a lot more members among the Submissives, and these two never fail to arouse my curiosity due to their three-way relationship with Master Kody. With Justin being so quiet and introvert and Gianni so boisterous and lively, they have been a very interesting source of information in terms of how two different personalities handle their submission to the same Dominant.

"We're leaving Los Angeles, in fact," Justin explains shyly. "The company I work for offered me a huge promotion about a month ago, but the job is based in Canada."

"Oh, that's nice. So you're all moving there?"

"It was either that or I was declining the offer. I wouldn't have gone without them," he replies with a cute blush.

"Of course, not. We wouldn't have let you go without us anyway," Gianni chips in. "Master is a free-lance website designer, so that's not a problem, and I'm a salesclerk in a clothes store, so I'll easily get something there."

"When are you guys moving?"

"Sometime in May or early June, once all the administrative paperwork is ready."

"Aww, you'll be missed," I reply sincerely because their throuple is one of a kind here.

"We'll miss the Hell Fire too, but hopefully we can find a similar club in Toronto. One that does theme nights," Gianni grouses.

"That's a big city, so you'll probably find one."

"Yeah, Gianni's just grumpy because he wanted to attend the Slave Night," Justin chuckles.

"It would have been fun, but it's coming too late," the other one sighs.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Master will treat you as his slave for a full week rather than just a night when he notices you broke the screen of his computer..." Justin whispers, causing Gianni to shudder and tense.

"I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident," the latter mumbles.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I tripped on a carpet and collided into his desk..."

"Said desk is in Master's office which you were searching to find the plane tickets he bought for our summer vacation just to see the destination he wants to keep secret," Justin chuckles.

"Ouch... and he doesn't know yet?"

"Nope. It was just before we left and met him at the car..."

"You should tell him, Gianni. A fault confessed is half-redressed," I recite since that's the Subs' favorite proverb to get a lesser punishment. "Or don't, if you want to experience a Slave week."

"That's quite tempting actually," Gianni smirks mischievously.

Oh, well... I wouldn't try that. I have yet to see how I will handle these extreme activities for just one night. Some of them truly appeal to me to be honest; as a Dominant. I would love to participate into the gangbang of a Sub or an orgy. I'm also curious to know how it feels to debase a twink by peeing on him or inserting one of those ponytail plugs up their ass. However, before I can indulge into these myself, I think I need to try them on the receiver side. At least once.

"Awwwwwww!!!" someone suddenly squeals with exaggeration just I step out of the shower, and I exhale a long sigh of exasperation when I recognize Jimmy. "Aaron has finally lost his metal dick?"

I just roll my eyes and decide to ignore him, not willing to get in trouble again just when I am finally about to get some release, but the jerk seems to have a mind to pester me tonight since he follows me to the bench where I left my bag.

"Oh my Gooooooooooood!!! And is this a piercing? Master Ivan got your prick pierced!? Such a good passive slut you are," he insists, grabbing my semi-hard and lifting it to look at the barbell.

Getting really pissed by his attitude, I slap his hand.

"DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME."

My growl catches the other Subs' attention and all conversations cease right away. Although I'm glaring at Jimmy, I can feel all these eyes on us and I am deeply aware of the tension arising in the room. Jimmy is nearly as tall as I am, though much frailer, and I could easily beat him down, but I won't do that. Ivan doesn't tolerate fights within the club, so I'd be sure to disappoint him and end up on a dais for a public punishment. Thank you, but no thank you.

Fuck! Where are my friends when I need their relaxing presence!? I would have drawn from their natural quietness to quench my own anger. Unfortunately, Kwonmin is sick with the flu, Sam stayed at home to rest and Connor is nowhere to be seen, probably just late.

"Not even a ladder..." Jimmy snorts. "So ridiculous. Especially on a Sub's prick," Jimmy persists, stammering between his laughter.

"Wait till I become a Dominant. You'll be begging to feel that piercing rub against your sweet spot when I shove my prick up your tight ass. But I won't... I'll make sure I avoid your prostate each time I pound into you," I reply dryly, squinting at him.

"Cause you think you'll ever become a Dom," Jimmy exclaims, doubling over with sarcastic laughter.

"Even a Master Dom, Pet," I seethe.

"You're so naïve, Slave... You really think Master Ivan will ever let you become a Dom? You're so mistaken. That won't happen. He's got you tied around his finger. He even marked your dick with a piercing. He'll never let go of you. You wanted him as your Dom, then you have him. But that's for life. You'll always be his slave. For-e-ver," he concludes, whispering the last word.

"What's going on in here!?" a deep voice booms as the entrance door flings open, making everyone startle. "Why haven't I seen anyone going out in a while?"

Master Mike. Shit!

Anton's younger brother is on duty tonight and for once, it seems like he was assigned to the corridor between the Hell Fire and the locker room whereas he usually sits in the control room. I haven't paid much attention to the Subs' coming and going, but I can't see anyone missing from the moment I walked in at least half an hour ago, so he was bound to wonder why none of us has gotten ready and moved to the club in a while.

"All's well, Master Mike," I reply composedly and with all due respect. "We've all just been busy talking about the schedule of special nights."

"Right..." he grunts, squinting suspiciously. "Don't make your Doms wait too long, Boys."

With that, he turns around and leaves, shutting the door quietly. The atmosphere immediately lightens and despite the remnants of tension floating in the room, all the Subs return to their prepping activities. Determined to ignore Jimmy's last remarks, I face away from him and hurry to slip in my leather pants and boots, then tuck all my stuff back inside my bag that I shove into my locker. Yet, the jerk's words keep flooding back, making me wonder if he has a point.

Over the past four months, I have seen a few new Dominant members join the club and go through that submission phase, subdued by Doms in intense scenes at the Hell Fire. I know that Ivan plays a part in their training, supervising their progress mainly, but I wonder how things go exactly. Is their coaching similar as mine? Is it that intense? One of them was certified a Dominant last weekend and as far as I remember, he had joined in January. Ivan says I'm not ready yet because my ultimate goal is to become a Master Dom, but could Jimmy be right when he says that Ivan doesn't intend to let me become a Dom?

Of course, he will... Instead of dwelling on such insignificant concerns, you'd better hurry up to the Hell Fire. I remind you that you have two Doms tonight and it would mean double punishment if you're late.

I really don't want that threesome to turn into a punishment scene, so I eventually make my way into the main room of the Hell Fire, where a majority of Doms are eagerly waiting for more Subs to join. Others are already indulging in sexual activities and as I spot Ivan and Anton at the bar, I carefully avoid the straight dais on its right side. Not because it's straight and not appealing to me. Just because the director of my business school has been tied up to a Saint Andrew's cross, his back against the wooden device, and his Domme is currently flogging his genitals.

Talk about embarrassing situations...

You should mostly wonder why his Submissive phase isn't over yet and find some sort of relief since you're obviously not the only one for whom it's lasting so long.

That's a good point. I guess it all depends on what each individual wants to indulge in and how fast they learn.

Anyway, I'm glad that Mistress Ellie will soon open her own establishment and that the Hell Fire will become an all-gay club. At least I won't get to see his face here anymore. Not that we ever speak here or even meet at college, but being aware of his presence never fails to make the situation feel weird.

I quickly reach Ivan and Anton at the bar, head lowered, and since they're facing each other, both of them holding a glass of Coke with an elbow on the counter while chatting, I graciously kneel between them. I just have time to register how fucking sexy they are in their well-fitted leather trousers, beautiful abs proudly exposed. Like the good boy I am determined to be, I remain quiet and patiently wait for them to acknowledge my presence.

"Such a cute boy," Anton whispers as he crouches at my level, tilting my chin to meet his brown eyes.

I can hardly believe the eagerness displaying on his face. Nor the huge erection straining against the fabric of his pants. For a supposedly straight man, he looks quite aroused by the thought of playing with me.

"Seems like we're going to have fun together tonight," he purrs, flicking his thumb across my lips. "You shall call me Master Anton, or Sir, as you wish, and you will be Pet. Is this fine?"

"Yes, Master Anton."

"Good boy. What are your safewords?"

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

"Noted," he replies with a warm smile before he leans forward and catches my lips between his.

His tongue soon summons my lips to part and as I grant him access, the powerful muscle invades my mouth, domineeringly taking possession of my warm cavern and playing with the new jewelry.

"I like that piercing," he cheers to Ivan once he has straightened back up.

"Yep, can't wait to see how he's going to work it somewhere else," Ivan comments in a smug tone.

"Me too. How about now while we finish our drinks?"

"Great idea," my Master agrees, already unzipping the front of his pants to free his hard-on, soon followed by his friend.

What!? Here? At the bar? Already!?

"Will you let us see what that ornate tongue can do, Pet?" Ivan asks above me.

Oh well, here at the bar, on a couch, on a dais, or in an alcove, does it really matter? Not really...

"With pleasure, Master," I reply cheerfully, leaning toward his mid-section.

Cautiously seizing the dorsal side of his cock within my left hand and lifting it up, I look up to stare into his eyes and sensually lick the underside of his shaft from base to head, making sure to trail the black bead of my new jewel along the prominent veins.

"Oh, fuck..." he groans as I begin to play with the most sensitive areas of his cock. "Feels great, Pet..."

After a couple more minutes showing him what I can do with the piercing, glad that I can pleasure him even more than I used to since he'd never allow me deep-throat him bareback, I shift to Anton's body and almost gasp at the size of his anaconda.

That is not a cock. It's a monster!

I am myself well-endowed with an above-eight-inch erect penis, but that snake is at least ten inches long! And fucking thick, so I dearly hope they haven't planned a double penetration tonight. I have yet to experience this, but I'd rather try with two fairly-sized dicks than Ivan's big member and Anton's behemoth.

Proceeding exactly as I did with Ivan, I am pleased to hear Anton's loud groan as I trail my tongue along the underside of his shaft and then again when I start teasing the fat head. For long minutes, I alternate between both men while they chat with strained voices and I revel in their grunts and the way they caress my head. Each time I try to take Ivan a little deeper, he pulls on my hair to push me back and I even get a slap of his cock on my face with a Not too far, Pet! once.

As far as Anton is concerned, there's no way his entire cock would fit inside my mouth, so I always use a hand to stroke the base of his shaft, but I enjoy taking him further than I do with Ivan. The sturdy Dom suddenly takes control of my head, though, and starts face-fucking me more roughly. His innate dominance is much stronger than I thought as he stares down at me while rocking his hips, and I feel compelled to let him subdue me. The tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat makes me gag and retch, causing drool to spill out of my mouth.

"Yeah... take it deep, Pet... Choke on my fat cock..." he groans as I get to feel his rod slip down my throat for a few seconds. "Coming..."

The next second, his body tenses and a warm stream of thick cream that I don't even get to taste on my buds runs down my gutter while his groans echo loudly. At the same time, several spurts of semen hit the right side of my face, with Ivan grunting his own orgasm. I bet he must have vicariously enjoyed watching his best friend abuse my mouth in a way he forbids himself to.

Their climaxes have all lasted but only a few seconds and I am soon left breathing heavily and recovering from the intensity of the deep-throating with Ivan squatting down beside me.

"You're doing so good, Pet..." he purrs, leaning forward to lick me clean of his juices.

This is so fucking hot! I am so hard and craving for some release myself.

"Here, Pet, have a drink," Anton says softly, handing me a glass of fresh water for which I am thankful.

"Let's take this to a more private place," Ivan says a bit later. "The Dungeon Alcove seems to be free."

"Perfect choice," Anton grunts and I wonder why his tone holds a hint of bitterness.

I have been to the Dungeon Alcove before. This room is slightly larger than the others and fits more hardcore accessories, and it is also more private as a black curtain hangs at the entrance and once drawn, it means that no audience is allowed in. I am expected to be chained or tied to the uncomfortable wooden cross, but instead, once the men have stripped me off my pants and boots, they order me to go and lie down on some sort of hammock of which each corner is attached to four chains hanging from the ceiling.

I have already tried this one in the last two months – on occasions when Ivan wanted to fuck me from the front to watch my caged cock bounce while he was pounding into me – and the prospect of using it again tonight has my cock release a load of precum, because this accessory is fun. Since it's hanging from the ceiling, it allows the Dom to make it swing for the Sub to meet his thrust and the sensations are really cool.

Once my ankles and wrists have been secured into the buckled cuffs attached to the chains for that purpose, leaving me spread-eagled and with my butt jutting out of the leather hammock, the two Dominants start a long session of torture. They only take breaks whenever they feel me close to climax, pausing for a few seconds to let the tension drop a bit before resuming their edging.

Ivan takes a long moment to rim my hole, also using his fingers to stretch the ring of muscles. Meanwhile, Anton skillfully teases my nipples, grazing his teeth on the little erect buds to finally attach clamps to them. Both men also enjoy my mouth again too, straddling my torso while the swing is still lowered. A thin string of rope is eventually tied at the base of my shaft, another precaution to avoid an early orgasm while they give me head and gently play with the frenum piercing.

After an entire hour of such a delightful edging, I am left a moaning mess begging for his release with incoherent words. Damn!! It's been so long since I had my last orgasm and after these two months of abstinence, my balls are so swollen and full of juices. Their tantalizing has become so painful that I can almost feel faint, in an eerie way. As if I was getting less and less conscious of my surroundings.

"Is this hole ready?" Anton suddenly asks, shoving four lubed fingers inside my hole quite easily and making me scream from the slight sting. "Seems like it is..."

"Yup," Ivan concurs as he watches his friend thrust his hand back and forth. "All open for you, Anton."

"Ugh... Fuck me already," I grouse, only wishing to reach my own release.

"Your eagerness doesn't permit you to lack respect, Pet," Anton scolds me, striking a sharp slap across my left buttock that makes me yelp.

"Please, Master Anton," I correct myself.

"Don't worry, Pet, you'll soon get to feel that thick rod up your ass," he smirks, but his smile quickly fades as Ivan whispers something I can't hear in his ear.

I can only imagine this has to do with the condition they mentioned the other day, but I don't have time to dwell on this as Ivan moves back to stand behind me and tilts my head backwards to shove his tongue inside my mouth. Way to distract me as a warm and slick mushroom head starts probing my entrance. I can't help clenching hard with the fear of what's to come.

"Now, Pet... You have to relax," Anton soothes as his fingers close around my throbbing erection, smearing the precum over the mushroom head while still poking gently at my door. "Push out, Pet, I'll slip in very slowly and give you time to adjust... I'll be extremely gentle..."

Why do I feel like his words have a double meaning? As if he was seeking reassurance himself. However, his husky voice comforts me, and I eventually loosen up, encouraged by Ivan's sweet kissing, enough to let the thick head of his cock penetrate my rectum, but it doesn't make the painful sting any less real and causes me to whine.

"Good boy. The worst is done, Pet," Anton comforts me with a strained voice. "The thickest part is in and you feel so good!"

Ugh!! Enjoy, jerk!

After several more minutes of kissing and soft caresses during which I finally adapt to Anton's girth, Ivan pulls back and pecks my lips one last time, winking at me before he rips a condom open and slips it over his own erection. As he stands behind his friend, I see him peek over Anton's shoulder to look at the big dick stuck inside my ass.

"Beautiful..." he purrs.

"Yeah... He's nearly good to go, I think," Anton replies.

"Is he?" Ivan smirks.

No, no, no... Don't you even think about adding your thickness there, Master. I can't even imagine how you could in his position anyway...

I just can't avert my eyes from their faces and their lustful expressions, but what catches my attention is a slight wince in Anton's features and the thudding sound that follows as something hits the floor. The position I'm in doesn't allow me to see what it is, but as the sexy black hunk begins to nibble on his lower lip, closing his eyes, realization suddenly hits me and I get to understand what Ivan is doing behind his friend's back.

Holy shit!!! I can't believe I was right! Ivan's going to fuck Anton!

Jeez!

This is just too hot!

"No way..." I breathe out, causing Anton to reopen his eyes.

"That'd better remain between the three of us," he groans as his fingers squeeze my erection harder.

"Aaron's not stupid, Ant... He knows better than to spread such gossips around the club, right, Pet?"

"Yes, Master. That'll be our little secret," I reply chirpily, suddenly feeling much better and grinning wildly at the big black bear.

"Not even Marcus should find out. Much less my brother."

"Can't guarantee the latter, Anton," Ivan replies with a chuckle. "As much as Mike has been assigned to the corridor tonight, your security team is still watching this through the surveillance video."

"And they're bound to secrecy. Gossips would have them fired right away, so I'm safe."

"Well, that's your job to ensure this, so it's all up to you and how you taught them to keep their traps shut," Ivan laughs out.

"Will you start fucking already!? Masters..." I grouse, now eager to go on.

"Your wish is our command, Pet," Ivan replies sassily.

At that moment, I see him grab his friend's hips and slam into him. I can only imagine that the item that fell earlier was a plug to prepare Anton's ass and that Ivan had already aligned his cock to his back entrance. The black Dom's eyes opening widely and the expression of pain spreading over his face are all I register at first, but I quickly get to feel the sensation of impressive fullness. Ivan's move has lurched Anton forward and almost his entire length has forced its way inside my channel, filling me up with his long rod.

Holy fuck!!! I have never felt so full before...

I have had more than enough time to get used to his thickness, though, and there's not much pain, especially as his thickness curves up on my sweet spot. Anyway, I'm just too mesmerized by the scene of the Master Dom fucking the other Dom. This is just amazing. I wish I were in Ivan's place instead of mine, but I can live vicariously too, so I just revel in the steamy hot sight in front of me.

Ivan allows much more control to Anton's moves than he did with me on the occasions he let me play with other Subs, fairly enough, and after several minutes, both men accord their pace and find the perfect rhythm to rock back and forth.

"Fuck... This is so good..." Ivan pants at some point.

"Enjoy, dumbass... and happy birthday..." his friend grouses bitterly.

"The best gift you could ever give me. Ever since we met in high school, I've always fancied to tap your ass... I'll have to reward my Pet for that... Can't believe it took your eagerness to tap his ass to finally accept..."

"Won't you shut the fuck up?"

"Nope. Let me enjoy your virgin asshole as I want."

"I'd rather you shut up all the same."

"Impossible. Your tightness feels too good," Ivan grunts, increasing his pounding and making Anton scream. "Shit! I hope you're close cause I won't last much longer... I'm so going to come deep inside your ass, Ant... Come on, Bro... Take me deep..."

Their dirty rambling and all the unavoidable stimulation have turned me into a pleading and moaning mess. They just couldn't be any sexier. With Anton removing the clamps from my nipples – which sends a bolt of electricity to my groin – and unknotting the string at the base of my shaft, the fire that has been building up suddenly explodes.

"Holy shiiiiiiiiiiit!" Anton screams as my ring of muscles clenches around his dick.

While my balls deliver all their stock of semen through the most long-awaited and most powerful orgasm I have ever had, with some of the white cream hitting my face, I get to feel Anton's cock pulse within me, unloading his juices inside a condom in my deepest depths, and I am barely aware of Ivan's loud groans while Anton's own clenching must have taken him over the edge too.

The intensity of my orgasm has my body shake and jerk up, and emotionally speaking, after two never-ending months of abstinence, the release has my mind completely disconnect from consciousness, making me sink into a blissful sleep. The last thought I have is that I will definitely reproduce such a scene in the future, but this time, I will be in Ivan's place.

Published on 16 July 2020

Here you go with a new chapter and a new experience for our future Master Dom on Ivan's fortieth birthday. Aaron is getting ready for the Slave Night which will eventually take place end of June, and what a coincidence, that's exactly when the next chapter will take us, so you'd better be ready too ;)

Fair warning, the Slave Night will include some of the most extreme kinks, so for the squeamish readers, be prepared to maybe skip a few paragraphs.