Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 56
Locker

Saturday 26 June 2004

"Hold out your hand, Pet."

Ivan and I are about to take a shower together after a long physical session at the gym and he has just ordered me to drop to my knees on the tiled floor of the huge stall in his bathroom. I was expecting him to request a blowjob again, but his cock is flaccid as he is holding it in his right hand and I just don't get his command.

"I said hold out your hand, Pet," he repeats, and I eventually comply.

A jet of liquid suddenly streams from the tip of his penis and its warmth hits my fingers and the palm of my hand, making me feel weird. Some even goes further on my wrist and my forearm, almost reaching my elbow. There's disgust at first, but I'm surprised that it doesn't stink and since Ivan immediately uses the showerhead to rinse me off, the mental discomfort of being pissed on quickly fades.

This happened about three weeks ago, and it was our first attempt at what the BDSM lifestyle calls watersports. There was a long conversation that followed this shower, in which Ivan gave me more explanations about golden showers and urine drinking. I guess I'm quite lucky that my Dominant isn't really into these kinks or I would have experienced this much earlier, but he said he enjoys it once in a very rare while and that it was part of my psychological preparation for the Slave Night.

"You could see it as an animal marking its territory and that's pretty much the case for some Dominants who indulge in golden showers. There's also a huge part of humiliation... or degrading side for some of them, and these mostly use watersports as a form of punishment as long as it's not a hard limit for their Sub. And then, I think there's a large part of power exchange and a lot of intimacy. Some Subs say that having their Masters pee on them tightens their bond since the act of urinating is usually very private. For Doms, it's more about the power they feel while towering their Sub and peeing on them.

"On a Slave Night, it'd be more about debasement obviously. Pissing on a slave or making him drink your urine is a very intense way to humiliate the creature and to objectify him. There are no dangers as long as the Dom is healthy and doesn't carry certain diseases like hepatitis. All the members who are willing to take part into the Slave Night have to provide analysis results showing they're clean. Like the slaves, they'll be required to have drunk loads of water throughout the day so that their urine is almost as clear as water. It shouldn't be yellow or stink."

After that first attempt, Ivan prepared me further to water sports for the Slave Night, covering more and more of my body each time he played with golden showers, until he reached my head, just to get me used to the sensations. Since it's not one of his kinks, it always happened in the shower, and the furthest he went was when he peed in my rectum while his cock was still hard enough after a good fuck.

Definitely not one of my kinks either, but still one he gradually prepared me for and that I can more or less handle. I would have made it a hard limit otherwise, like playing with feces. That one is just a no-go for me.

Although I was ready for this, the warm liquid spreading on my body still feels unpleasant, much more than when it's Ivan doing this, and the degrading sensation is real. I hate feeling these men's piss hit my pucker and run down my skin, and yet, it allows me to drown further into my role. I just can't really explain it.

It's like my mind is trying to slowly pull out of my body and turn me into an object, and I only regain full consciousness when Jimmy, Connor, Kwonmin and I are taken to the communal showers of the Subs' room for a quick refresh. Back in the main room, most of the guests have gathered at the bar, so we are parked in a corner to wait for the next activities, kneeling at attention.

"How are my lovely slaves doing?" Ivan's deep voice suddenly resounds beside us. "Shake your hands if you're okay."

Even if I can't see my fellow Subs' hands, I guess that we have all answered with a shake since Ivan groans with pleasure and quickly leaves. After maybe ten or fifteen long minutes facing the wall in silence, to the point that I can no longer contain my saliva drooling from my open mouth, a new wave of excitation reaches us with part of the crowd approaching.

"How about we take this one, Pet?" a deep voice asks as I see a large hairy hand pick my leash from the floor.

"Fine, Master," a softer voice replies, and the firm pull leads me away from the group of my fellow slaves.

On my hands and knees, I am made to crawl around what normally is the dancefloor and to stop by several men who either pet my hair, smack my backside or prod a finger inside my hole until we reach a free armchair where the Dominant settles down. His Submissive, whose face I can't see, kneels down beside me, stark naked too.

"I need a low table to rest my feet," the man says forcing me to stop in front of him before he rests his boots on my back. "I love a table with an open mouth... Pet, let me see how you can face-fuck it."

The Submissive shifts to face me and kneels up before he gently grabs my head and pushes his semi-hard through the ring of my gag. After barely a few round trips, his perfectly shaven rod has hardened, and although there isn't much I can do, I still apply myself to pleasure him with my pierced tongue.

"Please, Master... May I..." the boy begs after a while.

"No, you can't, Pet. Pull back and kneel at display to expose your arousal," his Dom replies firmly, and just as his boy does so with a low grunt of frustration, his hard-on brimming with my saliva, several pairs of legs appear in my peripheral field of vision.

"That's a nice table you've got here, Peter. Does it lick well?"

"I haven't tried it yet, but if you judge by my Pet's hard prick, I think it's pretty good."

"Let me see if that tongue is long enough," one of them groans, pushing the Sub further away and presenting me with his bare feet. "Lick!" he then orders, leaning on the heel of his right foot to lift his toes up.

Ugh... This is getting worse and worse. Here I am with a foot fetishist now.

Go ahead, Aaron, you can do this... You're lucky that the guy looks clean and doesn't have awful nails!

Sticking my tongue out through the open-mouth gag the best I can, I tentatively lick the upper side of his foot but it doesn't suit him apparently as he grabs a handful of my hair and pushes his thumb toe inside my mouth.

"Suck!"

Oh yeah? And how am I supposed to suck with the gag, Dumbass?

I actually can't do more than whirling my tongue around the digit, but this seems to please him better.

"Yeah, good slave, keep it going," he groans. "That table's really good..."

"I think it'd look better with that on... What do you think, guys?"

As all the Doms around burst out laughing and shout their approval, someone squirts a load of lube at the crack of my ass and a small metal thing comes to poke at my entrance. The cold instrument is easily shoved in and doesn't hurt at all due to its thin and small size, yet more abasement emotions wash over me when long hair begins to caress my inner thighs. It must be one of those ponytail-plugs that some Doms and Subs use for pet play.

The men keep enjoying themselves for a while, calling me Jolly Jumper, swirling the plug inside my hole, striking crops all over my backside while I'm made to either lick their boots or suck on toes. This is definitely annoying, but nothing that I can't deal with so far. Even more so when I suddenly get to hear my Master's deep voice.

"Enjoying yourselves, Gentlemen?"

"As much as you've been enjoying yourself watching us play with your slave," Master Peter smirks, his feet still on my back.

"I have, I have... He's been a good slave so far."

Somehow, it reassures me that Ivan has been around all this time and the pride in his voice goes straight to my heart as he must have seen how much of a good slave I have been.

"Can we get some of it?" a hoarse voice booms from across the room.

"With pleasure!" Ivan concedes as he picks my leash and guides me to the other side of the dance floor where several men are standing. "Have fun," he adds seriously, handing the leather rein to someone.

"Oh, we will," the man chants as he pulls on my hair and forces me to kneel up.

The next second, his big dick is shoved inside my mouth and he doesn't waste any time pushing it deeper, already face-fucking me. I'm really glad that one of the Slaves' rules says that they are forbidden to look up at all. I always love to lock eyes with Ivan when I give him head or when he fucks me from the front because the intensity of our staring never fails to arouse me, but in this case, I'd rather avoid seeing the expression on all these men's faces.

A new stream of warm liquid hits my back, causing me to grimace a little, but what I register at this moment are screams of pain echoing on my left side. Another Dominant guides me to his cock and as I shift, I get to briefly see that Kwonmin has been tied on a medical chair and that he's undergoing cock and balls torture. The moment was too short for me to really see, but I did notice that electrodes have been attached to his manhood and that a metal rod was jutting out of his penis.

These are on the list of possible activities we're supposed to go through tonight, but I'm glad I'm not there yet and it helps me to go through what is coming next in my case. A third Dominant suddenly presents his near-flaccid dick to my mouth, slipping it inside, and just as he pinches my nose, an expected hot liquid fills my cavern.

Phew!!! This is so degrading, and my stomach starts heaving as the fluid runs down my gutter, even if to be honest, I can't say that it tastes horrible. As per Ivan's rules, the guy must have drunk loads of water and his urine has to be pretty clear, but the mere thought of someone peeing inside my mouth is emotionally difficult.

Yet, I take it like the good slave I am, knowing that worse might be coming my way.

"Someone, give me a new plug," a man pants as his spunk hits my face and my neck.

"There you go, Max," another one chuckles while I feel him move to my rear.

The ponytail is quickly removed, and I soon get to feel the man's still-hard cock being forced inside my channel. Seconds later, warm piss floods my rectum, some of it dribbling down my inner thighs, and when the guy pulls out, a bigger plug replaces his dick, blocking the liquid inside.

"Let's see how long that slave can keep it in," he chuckles, smacking my buttock.

I really hate that sensation of fullness , even more so knowing that it's urine, but I'm not allowed to brood over it for long as the face-fucking resumes right away. For long minutes, several men share my mouth. The pounding is always rough, and I get to taste many different cocks, various sizes and lengths. Some of them just like to face-fuck me at a quick pace, but others prefer to go more slowly, taking their kicks from deep-throating and making me choke on their rods. More than once, my nose hits pubes while I'm held firmly, and I can't begin to describe the mess of saliva, bile and semen all over my chest and back, and it gets even worse with the former guy's urine that spills out of my ass when the plug gets removed.

"It's time for some cocktails, Gentlemen! Let's give these slaves a short break in their cage!" Ivan suddenly shouts out to the entire audience.

I exhale a sigh of relief at this announcement. I'm quite proud that I have managed well so far, only shaking my left hand once when a Dom kept me choking on his dick for too long, but I will welcome a peaceful moment very gladly. A few Doms lead the four slaves to the Subs' room for yet another refreshing shower before they take us to a large cage with bars in which we all cram. Our open-mouth gags have been removed – for my aching jaw's greatest relief – and we are ordered to drink from dog cans and then to lie on pet carpets to recover a bit.

Kwo and Connor snuggle against me, but Jimmy stays on his own on the other side of the space. Kwo's back is already streaked with whipping marks and I give him a gentle kiss while Connor rubs some ointment into his skin.

"You okay, Kwo?" I whisper.

"Yeah..." he sighs blissfully. "It's been fun so far!"

This little minx makes us chuckle and for a few minutes, we just recover in silence. That's until that bitch of Jimmy interferes.

"Is the Master Dom's Sub enjoying his slavery?" he smirks in a low tone. "You're so subdued..."

It had been a long time...

Jimmy has periods when he leaves me alone, and others when he plays his bitchy self; I usually ignore him and he quickly gets tired. I have been trying to repress the words he spoke about my submission a few months ago, but they come back full force with his mean tone. Ivan has taken me further and further into the lifestyle, subduing me to the point that I rarely hesitate to obey his orders, and punishments have been scarce. Does this mean that he has anchored me into submission so deep that my Dominant self has been killed and buried six feet under?

"Just shut, Jimmy," Connor grouses.

"What? Ain't I right?" the bitch chuckles as he scoots closer to us to speak lower. "Even if you became a Dom," he trails off with heavy sarcasm, "how do you think the other Doms and Subs would see you after such a night? Doms would never be able to respect you as a peer after treating you like a slave..." he seethes.

I'm sad to admit that he has a point here. Is it all part of Ivan's plans to keep me as a Sub forever?

"Don't listen to him, Aaron..." Kwo whispers. "You're strong enough and you'd totally know how to gain their respect."

I can't be sure of that, but once again, I don't have time to dwell on these thoughts as the door of the cage is flung open.

"It's time for the second part of the Slave Night, Slaves," Ivan announces once we are out and kneeling in front of him. "Are you alright and ready?"

"Yes, Master Ivan," we all reply in unison.

"Good slaves," he praises before he turns back toward the audience. "Gentlemen, they're yours!"

Greedy perverts immediately close on us, either alone or dragging their private slaves, and as a man quickly picks my leash, I find myself face to face with Sam. I know that Anton is following the Slave Night from the control room – although Ivan did offer him to participate – so I was clearly hoping for at least Marcus to join at some point, knowing that it would make certain things easier.

Sam is also on his hands and knees, tied to a leash to follow the theme, and I relish in the sweet nuzzle he gives to my neck. All too soon, Marcus firmly leads us away, with several men in our tracks, and we stop at the bondage area where special equipment has been brought here for tonight.

The structure is made of four thick metal poles with a grid welded above that stands at about eight feet. Sam is made to kneel at attention by one of the poles with other Subs while Marcus drags me under the grid. The man has specialized in bondage and I have often seen his expertise throughout scenes with Sam. This is usually quite amazing.

Tonight, though, he keeps things rather simple, using white ropes that he wraps around my calves and ankles, then about my forearms and wrists. To keep it bearable enough – because I'm probably in for a long suspension scene – he protects my skin with large cotton pads and the lengths are not too tight. I actually like the way it looks, with one buckle that he skillfully draws and leaves sticking out of each wrapped length and that will be used to hang me from the grid.

Other men firmly grab my wrists, and my arms are stretched upwards in a V form before thick snap links are passed through the buckles and chains. In this position, my feet barely touch the floor, and I am left more or less dangling from the grid.

"Even when you make it simple, it always looks great, Marcus," someone praises behind me while his hands run all over my back side.

"Agreed," someone else concurs, and I recognize the voice of Master Jack, one of the Sadists of the Hell Fire. "I love a tied-up slave... barely able to move... at my mercy to torture..."

His tone is full sadistic promises and it sends a shiver down my spine. A pleasurable one. For one, I know that none of these guys would go past my limits under Ivan's watch, then I can safeword, but above all, I am anticipating the physical pain that will help me to go through the second part of the night. Said pain comes fast as Master Jack roughly shoves two fingers of his left hand up my ass while his other hand circles around my hip to squeeze my balls, making me whimper loudly.

"It'll be a night to test your tolerance to pain, Slave, but I've heard it's pretty high. I'll have to take it even higher to enjoy seeing you suffer," he seethes in my ear, thrusting his raw fingers in and out roughly while his other hand clutches my balls a little harder.

Between the stinging irritation in my hole and my nuts being almost squashed, I can't help a loud scream of pain that obviously pleases him. Thank goodness, relief comes fast as the man pulls away to let Ivan remove the chastity device and I'm granted a few more seconds of peace while Marcus inspects my frenum piercing and gives them the go to torment it, though reasonably enough. Respite is short-lived, and as soon as Ivan has left to apparently tour around and check the other activity booths, lashes of several floggers begin to lick my skin.

These are made of long leather lashes and the men delivering the strikes don't use their full strength at first, only warming me up for worse later. As more men join their fun, I can feel the heat rising and they barely spare any inch of my body. My chest, my thighs and my shins quickly turn to a brighter shade of red, and I can only imagine that my entire back side looks the same as they keep increasing their force gradually.

"We need to get that prick hard," one of them says at some point.

Bend over, Dumbass, and you'll see what that prick can do... It's even bigger than yours as far as I can see.

"Guys, can you send two of your slaves?" Master Jack calls out to the audience that has gathered around the grid.

Two Subs are sent to kneel in front of me while a third one is made to kneel behind me. As the latter parts my ass cheeks and dives his nose between them, the two cuties before me start licking my balls and my flaccid cock. One of them is Daniel, a deep Masochist of Korean origins, and I bet that his sadistic Dominant can't be far.

What a beautiful sight, though...

With my head lowered, I get to see these two twinks pleasuring my manhood on their knees, and that would be enough to make me hard. Let's not detract their talent all the same. Their tongues teasing the most sensitive areas of my cock and playing with the barbell are just amazing. I just wish I had more control over their moves, but I'm in no position to face-fuck them.

"Enough, Slaves. We only needed him hard. Go back to your spots, now!" Master Jack barks as the first moan of pleasure escapes my mouth.

Yeah, I knew they wouldn't let me climax anyway...

"Nice prick, though..." the Sadist teases, stroking my erection. "Did you really think we were going to let you come?" he then seethes, slapping my shaft and making me wince. "Not anytime soon..."

After another stronger slap that makes me yelp, the man skillfully knots a thin rope around the base of my shaft, then behind and between my balls, and I'm in for another series of strikes of floggers and a cat o'nine as I can feel that one of them gets more painful with its knots. Strangely, this is not Master Jack. The Sadist is using a long flogger on my front side and I soon get to understand where he gets his pleasure from. One of his strikes hits my privates, causing a loud growl to erupt from my mouth and the bulge at the front of his pants to grow bigger.

Fuck!! That hurt!

There are a few more that land on my pubic area and I'm really close to drop the yellow ball or scream Pandemonium, but that's when they eventually get tired of whipping me. As I try to recover from my heavy breathing, taking in the red marks that have covered my body from chest to shins, two men pull my ankles up for two more of them to attach snap links to the rope-buckles. Once my limbs have been secured, the men manipulate the chains to lift my lower part higher and to lower my upper side until I am hanging at about five feet from the floor, arms and legs opened to their maximum.

During the next half-hour, I am in for some edging to the point that I am screaming for some release very quickly. They take turns to torment my cock with vibrating devices and by deep-throating my length while thrusting all sorts of plugs up my ass. Far from helping me out, they make sure to rub against my sweet spot as much as they can, but each time the fire is about to explode from my balls, they stop their sweet torture, leaving me a sweating and begging mess.

A trolley that holds what looks like medical instruments is brought forward, but I can't get to see more as there are too many people surrounding me now. Ivan is here too, and as he roughly pulls on my hair to kiss me wildly, whispering me an encouraging praise, I nearly forget about my sudden fear for what is to come.

"Let's try and tease the other side of his prostate," Master Jack says. "Go get ready, Brad."

What the fuck does he mean!?

While Master Jack thoroughly cleans my erect penis, said Master Bradley disappears for a few minutes before he returns, wiping his hands with paper towel, and medical gloves are slipped over his hands. There are many noises echoing in the room – groans, moans, screams – but all I can focus on is the tense silence in this area. It seems like all the men are holding their breath, mesmerized as they watch Master Bradley grab my length within his left hand, raise it to a right angle and apply a generous dose of a special lubricant at the opening of my penis as he cautiously parts the slit. When another Dom opens a wrapping that contains a long and narrow rubber tube, realization hits me.

No, no, no, no, no... You don't get to insert anything in there!!!

Ivan once made me watch a scene in the dungeon alcove in which Master Jack was fucking a Sub's penis with a metal rod. That night, he told me that from a Dom's perspective, it was highly pleasurable and extremely empowering to get a Sub's trust for such an activity. Deep down, I know he wouldn't let just anyone partake in what he called sounding play, but all the same, it doesn't reassure me too much.

"Just take deep breaths, Slave," Ivan whispers above my head, and his comforting gaze helps a little.

The catheter also gets heavily lubricated before Master Bradley aligns its rounded end with the slit of my penis. Surprisingly, the insertion of the tube isn't really painful. I won't deny that it causes an unpleasant discomfort, but once it's two inches deep inside my urethra, I eventually relax a bit. The Dom is actually very gentle as he slowly pushes more and more of the length within me, adding more of the lubricant every half-inch, until he suddenly encounters some sort of resistance.

"Are you there, Doctor Brad?" Master Jack murmurs perversely, sadism written all over his face.

"Just hit it... There we go," Master Bradley replies darkly.

As he applies a gentle yet firm pressure, a weird sensation blooms deep within me. It's hot and extremely arousing at the same time, and a treacherous moan slips past my lips.

"Didn't you know that your urethra traverses your prostate, Slave?" Ivan smirks through a whisper in my ear.

Now I get the Let's try and tease the other side of his prostate! Fuck! Lost in my near-beatitude, I barely register that Master Bradley has pushed the tube further in, but I suddenly get fully aware of a little problem. He must have reached my bladder and I hadn't realized that the damn thing was full by now. Humiliation washes over me as clear urine floods out from the other end of the catheter and into a basin that a Dom is holding. Master Bradley then inserts a filled syringe into the same end and more liquid streams out as something swells in my bladder, leaving me without any control over my urge to pee.

"This one is a Foley catheter, guys," Master Bradley explains seriously. "I've just inserted 8 ml of sterile water inside a second tube within the first one to inflate a small balloon that will hold the tube in place. You shall never pull on it before the balloon's been deflated. And make sure that this cap stays in place too... Jack will need his dose later."

What? Does he intend to leave that thing in place now that my bladder is empty? What's the point?

It seems like the men intend to play with my bladder further as I am made to drink a full bottle of water once the tube has been capped and plastered to my stomach with adhesive tape. Master Jack then moves to the side and gives way to a lot of other Doms who edge me further. With the annoying catheter preventing them from really tormenting my cock – poor cute little Doms... – they mostly focus on my back entrance – poor me!!!! – using larger and larger plugs and vibrators.

"Sniff this, Slave," one of them orders as he holds a small bottle to my left nostril.

"Ngh..." I whine, tilting my head to the side.

Said bottle contains what they call poppers – the only drug that's allowed in Ivan's club – which is a muscle relaxant that gays sometimes use since it's supposed to loosen up butthole muscles. I have never used any so far and I'm not sure I want to try it with my junkie past.

"Trust me, Slave..." Ivan's voice echoes in my right ear. "You'll want to get some tonight," he then adds, forcing me to look at the huge plug that Master Jack is holding out nearby my back entrance.

The black toy is just impressive, showing big veins for more realism, about 14 inches long and over 2 inches wide, with some sort of valve and a bulb. I don't think twice as the other guy nears the small bottle to my nose again and uncaps it. I inhale deeply from the bottle before he recaps it and welcome the giddy sensations that overwhelm me. Ivan once explained that the headrush is fast and quite furious, and indeed, the Dom with the dildo wastes no time prodding the large toy inside my ass.

Holy crap!! That sense of fulness is just incredible. Never had I felt so loaded and crammed before, at least not since that threesome with Anton. Could it get any worse? Of course! The man begins to squeeze the bulb at a slow pace, engorging the dildo with more air and making it even thicker. I am surprised to not feel much pain, but this is probably because I'm allowed another sniff about ten minutes later.

"Holy fuck!! This is just too hot!!" a man grunts and a stream of semen lands on my chest.

"Ram into his ass, Jack!!!" another cheers.

Master Jack adds more lube around my dilated hole and begins to swirl the toy. To be fair, I don't think that the plug has penetrated me by more than two inches and it's far from rubbing against my prostate, but I can't begin to imagine how my hole must be gaping when he retrieves it a bit later. Instant relief floods through me, but once again, it's only short-lived as another hunk that I recognize as Master Zion, Daniel's Dom, pops into my sight.

The bulky man's large hands are black-gloved, and I brace myself for what I suppose will be a fisting session. Or not.

"Please... More poppers..." I beg as I tilt my head toward the man who had the bottle.

"No, Slave. We need you fully alert for this because there are no pain receptors past your hole's ring of muscles," he replies.

"More drugs would desensitize you and alter too much of your judgment," Ivan concurs.

"Your hole's gaping enough anyway," Master Zion snorts as he pours large amounts of oil-based lube over his hand and smears the very slick substance at the crack of my exposed ass before he begins to thrust in and out. "Four fingers easily. Let's add the thumb," he chants.

Squeezing the lower part of my catheterized shaft, Master Bradley pushes his thumb against his stretched fingers and slowly moves his hand forward, making smooth whirling moves as he inches forth. Despite all the preparation, the pain makes me scream as the thickest part of his hand forces past my anus, but thankfully, it doesn't last too long thanks to the Sadist's skills. Master Zion has a kink for fisting and I already heard non-masochistic Subs say that they tried it with him and never suffered.

I believe I am more emotionally hurt than physically. Once his wrist has reached my ring of muscles, I can't really feel any pain anymore. What bothers me in the end is the total powerlessness and vulnerability in front of this man's dominance and power. As his fingers clench and inevitably rub my prostate, I get to feel at his utter mercy, and it seems like my soul suddenly decides to sulk and leave my body. Or perhaps, it goes deeper than that. I can't be sure. Actually, I can't seem to think straight anymore after all I have gone through tonight. It's like... It's like I'm getting disconnected.

More or less.

"Jack! Time for your drink!" I still hear Master Bradley call out.

"Already!?"

"Yeah... The Slave's not deep. Can't stay in too long. Hurry up before we completely lose him... I think he's starting to fly..."

"Alright, then."

"Ready?"

Their conversation sounds hazy to my ears, as if I weren't really there anymore, yet at the same time able to feel and witness everything. I see Master Jack retrieve the tube from my stomach and just as he uncaps it, the hand inside my rectum pulls up to pressure my bladder, arising a terrible urge to pee that I can't control at all with the catheter.

I can't believe what I'm seeing. Master Jack is drinking my piss from the other end of the tube, as if it was the best champagne, while jacking off and groaning like a porn star!

My mind has become so nebulous... An eerie sense of puissance suddenly overwhelms me. With my soul feeling like it has popped out of my body, I am empowered with delirious thoughts and feelings. I am flying high above all these hunks. I am their Master. I am the one who gets to govern them. Master Jack is no longer sucking my liquids... I am pissing on him, and I eventually understand that feeling of powerfulness. I could totally see myself stroke my rod and spray all these juices they have made me hold all over them, but weirdly enough, I can't reach that part and somewhat fly a little lower.

Master Bradley has taken a syringe that he inserts into the tube and pumps the water he injected earlier, effectively deflating the balloon inside my bladder. Lost in my trance, I barely register any pain as both men free my channels from their invasion simultaneously, Master Zion cautiously retrieving his hand from my ass and Master Bradley slowly pulling the catheter out, before they finish themselves off, spilling their loads on my upper chest.

It seems like I get a short moment of respite during which I am being cleaned up and checked by Marcus, but it's not the end of my ordeal yet. Several Doms adjust the chains I am hanging from to set my back in a more horizontal position, with my head slightly lower than my butt.

About ten men have formed a circle around me, including Ivan who's standing between my legs and Marcus behind me. They are all naked now and I wish I could manhandle all these sexy taut bodies, but I'm afraid the opposite is about to happen. While Marcus smears precum over my closed lips, Ivan slips on a condom and applies several squirts of lube between my ass cheeks.

"He's been such a good slave," Marcus says in a smug tone.

"Yup, I'm extremely proud of that property," Ivan concurs, and the underlying praise somehow touches me, giving me wings to fly higher.

I see them exchange a knowing look of strong complicity and the next second, both their erections bore into my holes. While Marcus holds each side of my head firmly and begins to face-fuck me, two Doms part my buttocks wide open for Ivan to roughly slam into my back entrance. With what I was inflicted just beforehand, my ass opposes no resistance and allows him to bury himself deep inside of me in one go. Despite the looseness of my anus, he seems to enjoy the sensations a lot and I revel in the lust shining in his eyes.

Sadly, his face soon disappears, giving way to another man at the same time as Marcus pulls out and shifts to his left. Here I am being used by two other men for a few minutes before the circle shifts again. And again. And again. And again. The men on my left side always wait their turn, stroking their erections and preparing them with condoms and lube as they get nearer my backside. Those on my right side also jack off, but it seems like their role is to edge me further and further. They never fail to pinch my nipples, stroke my shaft, titillate the mushroom head with their tongues or simply swallow some of my length.

There are so many delightful sensations, but a few brooding emotions overshadow some of the pleasure. I am fucking being gang banged!

You're a slave tonight, Aaron... A mere object with holes that men want to fill. What did you think?

In response to my conscious' sarcasm, my soul wanders out again and decides to observe things from a certain height. Yes, I am a sex slave. One for many men to use and abuse. All of this is consensual, though, and at some point, I just drown into the most pleasurable sides of the torture and relish into the wildest sensations of this vilification, knowing that all this soaring will allow my soul to reach cloud 9.

As some men reach their climax, either in my mouth, on my face, on my chest or inside their rubber deep within me, more Dominants join to take their place. I have no idea how long it lasts, my soul is too far gone to register anything anymore. My body has become a sticky mess of whipped cream, but I am totally unaware of the stiffness in my limbs, my aching jaw.

The only organ that keeps my attention is my throbbing erection. Poor thing has turned purple and is begging for release.

"Please... please... please..."

My relentless plea has remained ignored for so long, but hope seeps through me at some point as all the one-night Sadists have left.

Almost all of them to be more precise.

One man is standing at my rear, bent over my body and licking my nipples. That gorgeous man trails a path of soft kisses across my chest, stops for a few seconds at my navel to tease it a bit, before his mouth swallows my entire length. He sounds like a kid enjoying his favorite lollipop, his moans sending ecstatic vibrations through my shaft. After a bit more of this sweet torture, I see him lean back up and unknot the string at the base of my shaft yet keeping the tightness in place.

I couldn't have been any prouder of you, Pet...

His voice sounds so distant, but my brain doesn't fail to register the meaning of his words and an intense wave of warmth washes over me.

Pet.

This is over.

The Slave Night is over, and I made it.

You've been so good. So docile. So strong.

I had faith in you, but I never thought you could endure that much.

There are no words to describe how proud I am. So proud of your perfect behavior. So proud of your inner force. So proud of your mental strength. So proud to own you.

All these emotions gleaming in Ivan's eyes overwhelm me despite their remote resonance. I try to find the resolve in me to get back down to Earth to enjoy this moment to the fullest, but a shimmering light is dragging me further up like a siren call would mariners toward dangerous shores.

The temptation is so strong...

My nirvana is out here... high up in the sky... Is it time for the moon to rise?

Your nirvana's down there too, Aaron... Feel Ivan's cock rubbing against your sweet spot... His fingers pleasuring your cock...

Goodness! All these physical delights! How can I fight against those!? Do I even want to? Not likely... Soaring is nice, but a real physical orgasm is more blissful.

You're really the best encounter I made in my whole life, Pet... The first time I saw you, I knew there'd be some alchemy between us... You're mine, Pet... Only I could grant you the reward you deserve so much tonight...

Come with me, Pet!

As the string loosens up, the wildest earthquake shakes my entire body, making it stiffen and jolt as huge waves of warmth course through my veins. My orgasm reverberates in my every cell, from the tips of my hair to the nails of my toes.

Bliss.

Paradise.

Euphoria.

And black out.

Published on 29 July 2020

There you had the second part of the Slave Night, one chapter that required so much research for all these kinks I wasn't familiar with but that I wanted to sound as realistic as possible. As you could see, there was no drama, no abusive Dom, no incident, and I believe that Aaron's inner strength and reasoning was sufficiently described throughout the whole ordeal.

The next three chapters will be some sort of interlude before we get to something "more intense" in terms of emotions with Aaron's growing frustration. These three chapters are set at the end of August, so they will include Joshua's visit and then the Daddy kink night, as well as the introduction of a character you already know from past books.

Meanwhile, have a nice week ;)