Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 61
And Naughty Evening

Saturday 13 November 2004

Calm down, Ron, you can do this.

Just a few more months, it'll make you only a better Dom in the future.

This is what you want, don't you? To become a good Dom, to become a good Master Dom, right?

Every day you spend as a Sub makes you closer to them; each day you spend as a Sub makes you understand them like no one does.

Be thankful for Ivan's severity, he only wants what's best for you, and he is the best mentor you could ever get. At the end of the day, it only shows how much he cares for you.

I quite agree with my conscious, but that doesn't alleviate my anger much. Enough rumination in front of the Subs' room though, all I am looking forward to now is some sexual release, so I take a deep breath and open the door. It's half past eight, so I'm not surprised to find the room almost empty. However, my friend Sam is still here, toying with the rest of a sandwich, and if I judge by the little crease between his eyes and his lips forming a thin line, he's in no better mood than I am.

Hmm... Quite unusual...

Sam is such a cute guy who looks much younger than his thirty years of age, and mentally speaking, his cheerful self often proves immature despite his Finance Director function in a big company. Of course, he takes his job very seriously, and from what I have heard, he is a great manager for his team. I often wonder how his staff would react if they knew that their strict boss is a Submissive outside of office hours.

It's not very common since such men are usually more Dominant-like, but among all the members of the Hell Fire, there are quite a few Subs with what people would consider as high or strong professional positions. Doug is a university teacher. Ronald owns three gyms downtown LA. Miguel is a policeman.

After a full year around these guys, I have gotten to understand that they kind of have two sides to their personalities. One shows a lot of strength while operating at work, which allows them to hold powerful positions and lead impressive careers, while the other wants to surrender everything in their private life and to submit in sexual acts. Miguel once told me that it's their way to escape from the real world of professional expectations, to let the steam off and to break away from the strength they show at work.

Sam is just the same. More or less. His weaker side tends to affect his job because of his anxieties and difficulties to deal with stress, but he loves it and wouldn't renounce for anything. Not even his health. Though it seems like his illness has left him alone for quite a few months now. The new treatments that Marcus prescribed work well and other than a brief flare up he had in August, there hasn't been anything as bad as it was last December.

"What's all that brooding about?" I ask as I take a seat across from him and pull out my club sandwich.

"Oh, you're here at last!?" he exclaims with faint exasperation.

"Yeah, had a busy shopping afternoon with Ivan," I grumble.

"Cool! Did you get nice business suits?"

"What the heck would I do with them suits, huh? I'm a student for fuck's sake! All I need are jeans and tee-shirts."

"But you're going to a business school," he retorts, rolling his eyes. "Don't your classmates dress better than that?"

"Yeah, some do, but most of them dress like me," I reply with a grin.

"Tsk, business schools were more serious in my own time."

"Yeah, in ancient times," I whisper smugly.

"So immature," he snorts.

"Like you're any better than me."

"Whatever... Why are you grumbling by the way if you shopped jeans, then?"

"Because shopping with Ivan can't go without getting all dirty and visiting a sex shop," I grouse, writhing on my chair because of the ball stuffed up my ass and scowling at my friend whose face suddenly lights up.

"Now. I. Need. Details," he hammers, his eyes opening widely. "Did he keep you edged? Did he fuck you in a changing room?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me what your brooding was about earlier," I reply seriously.

"Huh huh... You said I'm ancient, so you're telling me first."

"Fuck you..."

"I'll let you fuck me all you want if you give me all the crispy details about that shopping afternoon," he chuckles, lust shining in his eyes.

"And I won't tell you until you've told me, so let's stop that game. Spill the beans, Buddy," I conclude in a firmer tone, encouraging him to speak.

Sam's smile falls again and the same concern resurfaces like earlier. For a whole minute, he doesn't speak and only opens his mouth after a long sigh.

"Marcus and I fought yesterday."

"Okay... That's not the first time, though. Was it that bad?"

"Bad enough for him to decide on a punishment, but when he pulled me over his lap for a spanking, I safeworded, and he's been sulking since then," he explains, blushing as he lowers his head.

"Wait... Why would you safeword out of a spanking, Sam? I mean, you've had much worse punishments."

"I was just too pissed. I wanted to stand my ground. I guess that was some sort of defiance, and I didn't want to please him."

"Well, that's your right as a Sub. You said he's been sulking since then; did he reproach you with safewording?"

"No, he hasn't said anything. I think he's just disappointed because I abused of the situation. Punishments are part of our lifestyle, and I deserved that spanking, so I wasn't really fair," he says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright... Why did you fight in the first place?"

"I've been offered a new position at work, one I've always dreamed of," he sighs, writhing uncomfortably on his chair. "Our CFO is retiring next year, and he's recommended me as his successor, and so did our HR. It seems like the CEO has approved."

"Wow..." I whisper guardedly, already foreseeing the outcome of such news.

"It's like a dream come true, Ron. I've always wanted to reach such high level. When I told Marcus yesterday evening, he said I wasn't ready, that I should decline the offer. And it escalated quickly."

I am finding myself in a difficult position here. Sam is expecting my support, but unfortunately, I can already see Marcus' point, and if that's what it is, I'm afraid I can only agree with him, so I will have a hard time comforting my friend.

"Okay... Chief Financial Officer, that'd be quite the achievement, Sam. A level up above Finance Director. I assume it means more responsibilities, more stress too?" I ask softly, and Sam's baby blues darken with anger.

"Oh, so I guess you met Marcus on your way here and he told you already?" he spits, scowling at me.

"No... Is that what he told you?"

"Yes, that's how our fight started."

"Sam... You know he's right on that one..."

"I'm perfectly capable of handling that job!"

"Technically speaking, I have no doubt about it," I concur, squeezing his hand. "Thing is... you already have a hard time dealing with the pressure of your current job. Are you sure you're ready to have a CEO on your back? Are you sure you're ready to be pushed over your limits without a way out or the possibility to safeword in that context? Why don't you give it a few more years?"

"Because that kind of offer only happens once in your life, Aaron."

"You're fucking 30, Sam," I exclaim. "You're brilliant and you've got another 30 or 40 years ahead of you before you retire. That's plenty of time to get more opportunities."

"I don't want to miss this chance," he seethes through his teeth.

"Is there another candidate for that job?"

"Yes, an old lady who's based in our Miami offices."

"An old lady, you said? Not sure what you call old, but how far from retirement?"

"I don't know, she's close to 60, so a few more years, I guess."

"There you go with your next opportunity then."

"But if I decline now, they might never propose again."

"Listen, you once told me that your HR is very human and understanding, right? Speak frankly with him. Tell him you're honored but that you'd like to perfect your skills in finance for a few more years in order to be fully ready for such a high level position," I reply softly, holding his thin hand within mine, and I am glad to see him calmly ponder on my words. "Your health is precious, Sam. Sure your Crohn's been behaving in the last few months, but I think you should give your soul more time to learn how to deal with stressful situations."

"Not sure I'll ever be able to deal with my anxieties. That's just part of me."

"You won't know if you don't give it a try. Think about it before you accept that new position. Your health is much more important than your career. You're getting used to the stress accommodating the financial director job, it is getting better because you're learning more each day. A few more years would make you stronger."

"You're probably right. I'll think about it. Anyway, the current CFO isn't retiring until mid of next year, and I have until December 31st to make my decision to apply for the job or not," Sam eventually replies after a few seconds of silence. "Fuck... Why couldn't Marcus bring up the same arguments?"

"Didn't he?"

"Kind of, but it was more... commanding, he fired up right away and so did I, and none of us would listen to the other."

"That's only because he loves you and cares so much about your health," I soothe with a warm smile. "He hates seeing you suffer like you did back in December last year. He's scared your health might get worse. Perhaps he wasn't so subtle when you fought, but you know him, right?"

"Yeah, I know he has a quick temper, but I'm still mad at him."

"I can understand that," I chuckle, because I know Ivan and Marcus are quite the same. They can be so fast getting their knickers in a twist.

"I should have joined him by now, it'll only add to his rage," Sam sighs, checking the clock on the wall. "But guess what? I don't care, and you owe me some explanations too!" he then cheers.

"I could tell you later..."

"Don't you dare, Aaron Cox. I want all the details," he says with his no nonsense look.

"Right... Let's go prep and I'll tell you at the same time," I suggest. "I'll show you as well," I grumble as we both clear our table and head toward the benches and lockers.

Despite my own anger and frustration still bubbling within my veins, I feel quite proud of this conversation. Even if Sam doesn't change his mind, I am glad that my reasoning pierced through his head and that he will give some thought.

This is what I love in this Subs' room. It has become a haven for Subs, a place where we can vent on our worries, curse our Doms, help each other. It's not because Sam is my friend. Had it been any other Sub, I would have provided the same advice. After the Daddy Kink Night and his two-week ban, even Jimmy has become a little more pleasant with other Subs, and I even caught him soothing a cute twink who was crying after having been punished by his Dom a couple of weeks ago.

All the other Subs have left by now, so it makes it even easier to recount my entire afternoon to Sam while we undress, do our enemas and shave in the shower. Cleaning my butt and shaving aren't easy with the damn thing hanging from my balls, but I manage thanks to Sam's help for the second part.

"I'm so not surprised by Ivan, though," he laughs out when I end my story. "That bastard's so kinky."

"And so am I, but fuck! I'm tired of all this edging," I grumble as we start showering.

"You can't be tired of edging, Aaron," he whispers seriously. "Doms get edged as much as we do, and sometimes more. Don't you think Ivan hasn't sported a raging hard-on since you were at the sex shop?"

"His problem, not mine..."

"I didn't say it was yours. All I'm saying is that edging is part of our lifestyle, whether you're a Sub or a Dom."

"I know, Sam."

"It's your submission you're tired of," he adds softly.

"You've no idea, Buddy..."

"You know... I love Ivan, I don't want to see you two part, you make such a good match, but... Your dominant self has been showing more and more lately, I can tell the situation is wearing its toll on you. I know your ultimate goal is to become a Master Dom, but as much as you're still far from that, I feel like you're ready to become a Dominant; more or less," he says quite awkwardly.

"More or less?" I snort with narrowed eyes.

"Well, more than less... You're maybe a bit too young to handle a Sub full time, like... you might need more autonomy and maturity, but you'd make a perfect Dom during sex scenes at the club."

All of Sam's words ring a bell in my head. These are all things I have been thinking about since the Daddy Kink Night. I'm not sure I would be able to handle a Sub under contract yet – for fuck's sake, I don't even want to contract a Sub for now! I don't even have a place of my own, I'm still in the middle of my studies and I wouldn't be able to provide for a Sub. It's not what Dominance comes down to anyway.

In a Dom/Sub relationship, the rule is not for the Dom to financially sustain the Sub; the rule is to provide guidance. Some Subs I know are the ones making big bucks in the household, it's clearly not a question of money. Their Doms just have the strong and leading personality of a Dominant, and I like to think it's my case too. I feel like a leader, an alpha who wants and needs to tend to others. That's something I am ready to do, I believe.

And in terms of sexual practices, I don't think that I will need much training after all I have experienced before I can enact scenes like the ones I have played with Ivan.

The truth is I am craving for sexual dominance now, and like Sam said, I am getting tired of my long submission phase. It was already the case back in August, and since then, Master Siegfried's words about Ivan's archaic methods have often been nagging my brain. I totally understand Ivan's point on the fact that Doms should experience whatever they will do to Subs, but does this require such extensive training?

I don't think so.

One doesn't need to be fucked many times to know what it feels like to bottom.

One doesn't need to be whipped several times to feel how painful it can be.

Once or twice are enough, and as far as I am concerned, I have had more than enough.

The only dark spot that dampens my eagerness to quit my submissive status is Ivan himself. Becoming a Dominant would mean breaking our contract, and to be honest, this part scares me because I am not ready to part ways with my mentor. I still need his guidance to learn the tricks of Master Dom-ship, and I wonder what will happen after we cancel our contract. Will he still care for me? I have become so attached to him, and even if I am tired of bottoming for him, I can't deny that he makes sex amazing, even more so when he involves another Sub in our games.

Without speaking of sex, I think I would miss everything that our relationship includes; learning and working with him; our hikes and fun moments together; our cuddles. There's no real love between us, but our relationship is a strong one. How will I react if he replaces me with someone else? Will I be jealous? Will I deal with watching him interact with other Subs?

"Hey..." Sam whispers, circling his arms around my waist and snuggling against me. "I didn't mean to offend you. I truly think you'll become a great Dom eventually."

"You didn't offend me, Sam," I reply, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, not bothered the slightest bit by our nakedness while the water still pours above us. "You're absolutely right. I well intend to become a good Dom later, and even a great Master Dom, but right now, I want to take a step further... and fuck cute little twinks," I add with a chuckle that makes him laugh.

"Trust me, there's plenty of twinks waiting for you to fuck them here."

"Are there?"

"Yup! I've heard many of them saying you were hot, and they couldn't wait to taste your big fat cock."

"Speaking of cocks... what the heck is it I can feel rise against my thigh?" I grouse playfully.

"Hmm... Dunno..." he whispers mischievously as his lips begin to tease my right nipple.

"Saaaaaam..."

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Just what I do when we have sex together... teasing your nipples... feeling your cock... nothing new..."

"We can't do this without their approval," I pant as his fingers wrap around my growing erection and begin to stroke, but I am not even trying to break away from him.

"It's not like they haven't made us enjoy foursomes countless times. It's not like we usually ask for their permission to touch and kiss, and we both know how they get aroused watching us."

"True, but pissed as they already are, we might get in trouble," I breathe out as my left hand runs down his back to squeeze his cute buttock.

"I wouldn't mind a little spanking..."

"Says the guy who safeworded out of a spanking yesterday."

"Would be different..."

"True..."

"These toys Ivan got you are too fucking hot..."

"Hmm... Except for the ball in my ass, they do feel good... Master Jack said that orgasming with the cum stopper could be blissful..."

"And I can deliver beautiful blowjobs..."

"Only blowjobs?" I tease.

"My ass is tight too..."

"Urgh... I want to fuck you so badly..."

"Please help yourself..."

Our conversation has turned quite hectic throughout our making-out, our breathing very heavy. It doesn't get any better as we start kissing, humping against each other until Sam drops to his knees and greedily swallows my cock. This isn't the first time I see him in this position before me since our Doms have indulged us in foursomes so many times over the past year, but in the light of our talk this evening, the situation makes it even better and stronger.

My lust is such that I feel like I am losing my reason.

Reaching for the back of his head, I encourage him to take me deeper and deeper until he entirely deep-throats me. His tongue skillfully plays with my frenum piercing and the pressure of his lips around the head of my dick where the little ball is squeezed within my urethra only increases the sensations tenfold. Fuck, this is amazing! My balls are craving to spill their load to the back of his throat, but it feels like my juices are blocked there.

"Please, fuck me, Master Aaron," Sam pleads as he pulls back.

His words provoke a sharp bolt of electricity within my body, causing me to lose all wise senses.

In fact, the title could have made me explode right away if it weren't for my eagerness to get another taste of his tight ass. Taking charge, I fetch a condom and a small bottle of lube from the shelves on the wall across from the communal showers. These have been placed at the naughty Subs' disposal because this sometimes happen between uncontracted guys.

I know that Sam makes regular blood checks, and so do I, so we are both clean of STDs, but there are rules I have gotten to learn in this club, and one of them says that safe sex is mandatory. We are already breaking an important rule right now, so we'd better avoid breaking two.

"Safewords?"

"Yellow to slow down, Red to stop, Master Aaron."

"Bend over a bench, Pet," I pant as I unroll the rubber over my straining shaft. "Can't wait to tap that ass of yours..."

"Oh God..." he squeals as he rushes to a bench by the lockers and bends over, gripping its sides tightly.

"Now that title is off-limit with me... I prefer Master Aaron."

"Just fuck me already, Master Aaron! Make it painful. I don't want any prep."

"You sure?" I ask warily. "Not to boast off, but you know I'm long and thick..."

"I want to feel you stretch me... with your rod..."

"Alright then..." I concede, quickly smearing lube over my shaft and at the crack of his ass.

Once ready, I align the tip of my protected cock with his entrance, still able to see the jewel through the condom, and begin to probe his hole, feeling its tightness close around my dilated head. This is so fucking good. Every inch slowly disappears within my friend's depths and I am once again amazed by the sensations. This is powerfully enthralling. I was given to fuck Sam several times already, but it was always under our Doms' control, so this is different and I am overwhelmed by the emotions as my hands grip his hips.

"Fuck... You're so thick!!!" he whines once I have filled him to the rim, and I give him a minute to adjust. "Go ahead... Gimme that hard pounding..."

"Already?"

"Just fuck me, Aaron!!!"

"Master Aaron," I playfully scold him, landing a sharp slap on his backside that makes him yelp.

Holy fuck! I love this!!

"Just fuck me, Master Aaron!"

"You'd better hang on, Pet!"

With that, I grip his hips even more firmly and start thrusting back and forth, quickly reaching a faster pace and my climax consequently. This is just amazing. I keep pulling on Sam's hips to make him meet each of my thrusts, which only enhances further intensity, and all this power is so enthralling! Each time my hips rock forward, the move has the ball in my ass shift and knock my prostate, and as much as it spoils a tiny part of the domineering elation, it also amplifies the thrills in my entire middle section with the warmth it creates around my prostate.

The best is my penis, though. The thin rod and the small ball aren't anything like the catheter I had during the Slave Night. With Sam's ring of muscles clenching around my plugged erection, all the little nerves inside my urethra have become exceptionally sensitive. The waves of pleasure resonate within my whole genitals, turning the frustration due to my inability to climax blissful, and Sam's pleas to let him come only add to the powerful emotions.

"Please... Please, Master Aaron... I need... I need to come!"

As much as I'd love to keep this going forever, I can't deprive my friend from his own pleasure and my balls definitely need to release their juices too. I stop my hard pounding for a few seconds, keeping the head of my cock inside Sam's ass, and remove the magnetic part of the cock ring before freeing the base of my shaft. Hopefully, this will help my orgasm to burst.

"Soon..." I breathe out as I resume the ramming.

I should have also removed the ball from my ass because the damn thing is now dangling between my legs and its weight isn't very comfortable. Sadly, my anus is clenching too hard, firmly holding the ball inside my rectum, but I don't care. The other sensations are just too wild to worry about this and it's barely a minute before the familiar tingles of an orgasm explode in my lower belly.

"Come with me, Pet," I groan in a low voice, burying myself deep inside of Sam's ass and using my left hand to stroke his erection.

An explosion of sensations blows up within me at that moment. And unfortunately, they aren't all good...

Sam screams his orgasm as he shoots his load on the bench. His anus clutching my dick is amazing and I could almost collapse from the climax it generates in me. The electricity that fires through me is one of the most powerful I have ever felt, certainly the result of all my worries, questions, frustrations, the conversation I had with Sam earlier and this form of dominance he granted me, but weirder sensations occur at the same time.

I do get a powerful orgasm and my inability to ejaculate shouldn't interfere. Climaxing and ejaculating are two different things. I know they are tightly linked as the first enhances the second, but they can happen separately. However, I suddenly feel a certain discomfort that somehow shifts to pain and makes it difficult for me to enjoy the moment to the fullest. It does feel great, but fuck! It hurts!

"Are you okay, Aaron?" Sam asks as I quickly pull out of him to have a look at my cock, wondering if something went wrong with the cum stopper.

"Shit... It hurts..." I grumble as I sit down on the tiled floor.

Sam immediately crawls between my parted legs to have a look too, but as I remove the empty condom, there's nothing to see. No blood or whatsoever.

"What's wrong?" my friend enquires with deep concern.

"Don't know... it feels weird... and it's quite painful..."

"Where?"

"My shaft and... I don't know..."

"I'll go get Marcus," Sam replies, but I grab his wrist to hold him back.

"No!! We can't tell him or Ivan..."

"Come on, Aaron... We have to. Marcus needs to check you up."

"But we'll get in trouble."

"It was the plan. Remember we said we wouldn't mind a spanking," Sam reasons.

"True... But..."

At that moment, the entrance door of the Subs' room flings open and two angry Doms barge in.

"Do you really need two fucking hours to prep and..." Ivan booms as he takes in the situation.

His eyes first stop on us, me sitting on the floor and holding my semi-hard and Sam kneeling in front of me, before they quickly lay on the condom that I discarded beside me, the mess of cum on the bench. As they return to us, realizing what just happened here, his brown orbs darken to pitch black and in any other circumstances, I would have found this arousing and sexy as fuck.

There's no lust here. Just anger.

"You two are in deep trouble," Marcus seethes.

"Fucking deep trouble doesn't even begin to cover it," Ivan adds.

Can this day get any worse now?

Published on 2 October 2020

No one's perfect, they say, not even Aaron and Sam. So here you go again with yet another frustrating chapter (one of the last, I swear!) to show Aaron's complex state of mind. Childishness vs maturity; impulsivity vs capacity to reason; frustration vs eagerness; leftovers of a need for submission vs readiness for dominance.

Thank goodness, Aaron is only a fictional character, or he'd get his author's ass for putting him into what he's going to endure in the next chapter. Something he hasn't yet, but that I need to pin to his To-Experience list. I suppose you already have a guess?

On a side note, I'm happy to say that I am truly back to writing 314 Moons and More to Come, and it feels so good. I didn't realize I was missing this so much over the past year, and I am so happy to return to Aaron, Kayden and ... their Sub, even if the latter isn't really in the story yet where I'm standing. I've actually just finished chapter 13, which is the famous "orgy" mentioned in Twisted Moon and The Darker Side of the Moon, so it's going pretty well for someone who hadn't written in over a year.

(Me? A tease? Yes. Forever so.)