Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 64
A Fight For Dominance

Sunday 21 November 2004

"Come on, Cammy... gimme that salty cream," I grumble before I return to work my tongue around his fat cock.

"Not yet... Keep going..." he nearly orders, though in a tone that holds such smugness that I cautiously graze my teeth over his mushroom head. "Ugh... not that, you jerk!"

"I've been using my tongue for at least twenty minutes, so perhaps you'd like some pain better?"

I can't really say if I have been pleasuring him for twenty minutes, resting on my hands and knees between his legs on the bed, but it surely feels like ages, and this bastard keeps holding his orgasm back. What I can tell is that he has been close to come for a while, and to be honest, I am quite surprised to see him contain the explosion for so long. Not to brag, but I have little doubt about my blowing skills, so I am certain that I am doing things right, but it seems like this big fucker wants to enjoy my pierced tongue for as long as he can.

Not much longer though. Right then, I entirely swallow his thickness and make myself choke as the head of his fat head slips down my throat. My tongue still brushing against his rod eventually brings him over the edge, and barely two seconds later, I feel the muscle pulse and shoot his seed down my gutter, amidst of a loud grunt of ecstasy.

"At fucking last," I chuckle as I crawl up and let myself sprawl over his body.

"Holy shit... it was good..."

"Did you like it, Cammy?"

"I certainly did, Ronron," Cam replies teasingly.

"Ugh, you're not all..."

"Allowed to call you that, only Sony can, I know," he groans with mock exasperation.

"If you know it, then why do you keep saying it?"

"Perhaps because I like to annoy you."

"Dumbass."

"And perhaps because... speaking of, there's a promise I made that I need you to help me with."

His sudden low voice has me prop myself on my elbows, and seeing his wary expression, I slowly scoot away from him to sit cross-legged beside my friend.

"What promise?" I ask, my own voice holding natural wariness as he also sits up.

None of us bothered by our mutual nakedness, we stare at each for a long minute, and while Cam probably tries to find the right words, I patiently wait for him to speak up, wondering what could make him so uncomfortable.

"You know how Sony has always loved to hang around us," he eventually says, and surprisingly, his voice has regained all its firmness. "He's always loved you, Josh and Mark, and that's something you and I have never discussed, but he was quite sad when you left two years ago."

"I'm sorry," I apologize sincerely, only now realizing the truth of his words and feeling bad for never questioning Sony's reaction to my departure.

"Don't worry, Ron, I believe we've made you feel guilty enough for leaving us behind, and that's not fair. I know you didn't have other options."

"I know, but I'm still sorry for whatever Sony felt."

"Of course, I never told him the whole truth. I just told him that you had problems in your family and no big brother to protect you, unlike him. I told him that you had no other choice, and I believe he understood quite well. Over the last two years, I've kept him more or less updated on your situation, and I keep telling him that you're alright."

"Which is true," I reply with a small smile.

"Yeah. Last year, at Christmas, I told him that we'd met in Boston in November, and he... got pissed," Cam explains in a chuckle.

"Why is that?"

"If you were with Ronron, you could have called me and I'd have been able to speak with him, just a couple minutes!" Cam grumbles in an exaggeratedly high-pitched voice.

"Aww, that's so cute!"

"I promised him a phone call next time we'd meet, and..." he carries on, wariness back in his voice as he cautiously looks at me, "he doesn't know you're here this weekend, so if you're not comfortable to speak with him, I just won't tell him that we met again, but..."

"You made a promise, Cam, let's hold it," I reply firmly. "Why in the hell would I be uncomfortable speaking with Sony?"

"Dunno... he's still a baby..."

"He's not a baby. He's 9!"

"I still see him as a baby... my baby brother."

"Jeez, you're worse than parents who refuse to see their children grow up," I laugh out. "Sony's growing up, and he'll soon hit puberty and adolescence. Wait till he brings you his first girlfriend."

"Ugh, shut up. Anyway... would you like to talk to him?"

"Of course! I'll soon have to leave though, so let's get ready and pack up first."

It doesn't take long to shower, dress up, gather all our respective belongings and stuff them into our bags, and soon enough, we are back on a bed, Cam holding his phone.

"I hope mom won't be in a mood to talk for ages," he grunts as he dials up and waits; and then his face brightens like it rarely does. "Hello, baby. How are you?" he asks, so I guess Sony answered. "I'm good too. Where's mom? ... Groceries? Oh ok... How was your week at school?"

It never fails to amaze how Cam's expression radically changes whenever he is around or speaking with his younger brother. It almost feels like I am facing another person, when deep down, I know I'm not. Despite what he keeps saying, Cam has a heart, he can be sweet. He just needs to learn to let that side of him control the other side, and I hope that seeing a therapist will help him.

"Hey, Sony, I've a small surprise for you. You ready?"

"..."

"Just hold on, baby," he coos, handing me the phone.

"Hello, Sony Buddy," I say, and I swear that I hear him gasp on the other end of the line.

"Ronron!!!!!" he squeals "Are you with Cammy?"

"Have a guess, Sony," I chuckle.

"I'm glad to talk to you! How are you?"

"I'm good, enjoying a weekend with your big brother."

"You coming back to Collingswood?"

"Err... no, I'm flying back to Los Angeles in a couple hours. How have you been?"

"Good. Been doing good at school."

"You sound sleepy. Did you just get up lazy buddy?"

"Yep," he giggles. "I'm doing breakfast."

"What are you having for breakfast?"

"Sony eggs and yogurt," he replies, making me laugh.

"You mean sunny eggs?"

"No, Sony eggs, they're better."

He is so fucking cute. I love this kid.

"You'll have to make me some one day, then. What are you up to today?"

"Hmm... Gonna play baseball with Michael for one... then maybe read."

"Michael's your neighbor friend, right?"

"Yes. Schoolmate too."

"Cool. How about girls?" I ask, sticking my tongue out at Camden's scowl.

"Kelly and Mary might hang out with us too, but they don't like baseball, so I don't know. Oh... I think mom's back..."

"That's fine, Sony, it was nice talking to you, Buddy. You should go help her with groceries then."

"I miss you, Ronron. And Jos and Mark too. And Cammy."

"I miss you too, Buddy. Studies are a pain, but they're worth it for the future."

"Yeah... Can I talk to Cam again quick?"

"Sure. Be a good boy, Buddy. Talk soon!"

"Soon, Ronron!"

I hand the phone back to Cam, and they quickly end their conversation. My friend looks much relieved, as if he truly feared I might not want to speak to his baby brother. Sony is such an adorable little chap, why wouldn't I? I don't know when I will see him next, but he will probably have changed from the 7-year-old I knew.

* * *

I'm trying to focus on my marketing textbook and to understand that chapter about advertising, but I have been stuck on the same page for the last hour. This weekend in Boston was too short and I'm sad that I couldn't enjoy my friend any longer, but I'm so pleased with the result that it doesn't matter. We had fun, but above all, I achieved the goal I had set myself to make him open up and to guide him toward possible options that might help him with his anger management problems.

When we parted in front of the subway station, Cam promised he'd look for a therapist on Monday and to cash in the 600 bucks I left him with, and that he would even try to find a new dojo with more accommodating schedules to resume his lessons in Kungfu or whatever it was he used to do. This was more than I was asking for and even if it doesn't work in the end, I am just glad he will give a chance to my suggestion.

At least he looked more peaceful and less on edge than when I arrived, so I'm proud of this little success. Even if it doesn't work in the end, it's still worth giving it a try. Even if it means burning all my savings and working more to help Cam pay for therapy sessions, because there are no boundaries to what I would do for a person I truly love.

By the time my plane flies over Colorado, more thoughts have filled my head, and the closer I get to the West Coast, the more they relate to Ivan and the ominous feelings I had when I left. My heart keeps constricting in my chest for reasons I can't explain, getting me all edgy.

Drowning into my book helps though, and that's much better because I need to prepare for December finals. I might have been a little too greedy taking more classes than I should have this year, but I really want to buckle up my studies in three years, or at worst, keep the last one as light as possible. It means more personal work, but I know I can do this and won't regret it.

I no longer have Miss Betty's support this year, however, I have managed quite well so far. Whenever I need help explaining more highly-specialized topics, I can always count on Joshua or my classmates. My friend Lina has been a little more sluggish despite her determination to get her degree in three years too, skipping more classes than she should, so I have been the one helping her lately as opposed to last year, but I am getting a bit worried about her behavior. I will have to talk to her sometime soon and see what the problem is.

Anyway, here I am back in the warm fall of Los Angeles again, and unpleasant tingles run down my spine when I walk into the terminal hall and can't see Ivan among the crowd waiting for passengers. The last I heard of him six hours ago, just before I boarded the plane, was a text saying he would meet me at the airport as planned. As I stand aside, my eyes scan all the people coming and going in the huge hall, but no one looks familiar to me. No one that Ivan could have sent to pick me up in his place in case of a last-minute issue.

"Sorry, I'm late, Menino," a deep voice suddenly echoes on my right, making me jump.

I can barely contain a scream as a strong arm reaches around my shoulders and pulls me into a tight hug. My heart is somersaulting in my chest, feeling like it's about to burst out of my chest, but it eventually quietens as I recognize this heartening scent that never fails to appease me.

"Dang... You scared me," I mutter, tightening my hold around him too.

"Sorry."

For a few seconds, we just hug and then his lips search mine for a long and deep kiss, one that he dominates as usual, but which is gentler despite its passion. When he breaks it a short minute later, Ivan pecks my lips and takes my hand to lead me to the car. I was scared the ride might be tense and uncomfortably silent, but instead, he asks me a lot of questions about my weekend and praises me on how great I dealt with Cam.

"I need to speak with my boss next week and ask him if I could have another shift at the Hell Fire," I conclude playfully. "I'll need that much of money to help C..."

"The answer is no."

"What...?" I breathe out, quite astounded by the dryness of his voice.

"The answer is no, I said. One shift is enough."

"Fine. I'll find a job somewhere else then," I reply with the same coldness, baffled by his reaction. "I'm not letting Cam down."

"I can understand this, Menino, but what about your studies?"

"That's my problem. I'll work harder on other evenings. And during the weekends. I can do this," I reply firmly. "Ivan, I can't let Cam down. He's already struggling with money to pay for his room, his fees, and he also tries to support his mom because having been a lazy bitch for so long and although it seems like she's gathered her shit together, she's only found a job that doesn't pay much. He doesn't want his baby brother to lack anything like he did when he was a kid. And if that therapy can help him, there's no way I'll let him miss it. Not now that he has finally accepted to try."

"How much cash do you want to send him?"

"I don't want you to pay for it! I want to be the one who helps him," I argue with a growl.

Staring at him, I can tell that a million thoughts are bubbling in his head right now, but as usual, his blank expression forbids me to read any of it. After two long minutes of silence, Ivan sighs loudly, and I was hoping for him to speak up, but that's when we reach home and he silently parks in front of the house.

Shit! I had wished for a happier reunion, but it feels like it's going to end in a fight. I'm not going to give up, though.

"Go take a seat in the living room," he orders once inside the mansion.

Well, if that's where he wants us to continue this conversation, I don't mind. As per his request, I sit down on one side of the u-shaped couch and surprisingly, he settles on the one across from me. Despite my budding anger, I hate this distance between us.

"Listen, it's too late to have a long discussion now and to be honest, I wanted to wait next weekend to bring this up, but," he trails off, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees to lace his fingers, "I've had time to think things over since you left yesterday morning. I have a few ideas on how we can work out your dominant training, but I need a few more days to finetune everything," he then announces gravely.

This is it.

Ivan is going to let go of me.

He's going to train me to be a Dominant.

I won't be his Submissive anymore.

This leaves me speechless. These are the words I have been waiting to hear for weeks and months, and yet, I feel like I have been told that a meteorite is going to hit the Earth in two days. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I show my eagerness? What is this sadness filling my head and my heart?

"There'll be conditions, Aaron. A lot of conditions. At 19, you're still too immature to be a full-time Dom, you're not stable enough, but I understand your desire to swap to the other role. Now, like I said, it's too late to discuss this properly and I still need to make my mind on a few things, but," he says, insisting on the little word of objection, "I also have an offer for you. A professional one. Let's not go into details right now, but I'd like you to help me define a new program for the training of Doms. I know that my ways are the best, but they're archaic, and with your experience as a Submissive, I know you've got plenty of ideas. The way I see it, we will work on this new program over the weekends, depending on your school workload, and obviously, you will be paid for that. What do you think?"

Holy crap... So, he's been thinking about all these times I told him his methods were archaic and the few ideas I innocently planted here and there in the middle of conversations have reached his stubborn brain. Fuck! This is great news!!!

"Wow... That's... Well, that's an interesting offer," I whisper.

Knowing Ivan and his fairness, I also imagine that the money I'll make from this should be enough to cover Cam's expenses with a therapist. That's even more relief.

"Like I said, I need to give this and the rest more thought, but yes, it could be interesting. And we could use your training as some sort of test. I also have a new potential candidate that I met at the Heaven Water on Saturday evening after a little incident at the club. A guy who could be interested in the lifestyle, but I want him to think about it first. Anyway, he's busy starting his own career at the moment and wouldn't begin his training until January, so, if you agree, I'd test the new program on both of you at the same time to see the difference between someone who went through the whole submission phase and someone who didn't."

"Wait... That means I won't start my training until January? I'll be a Sub until then?"

"More or less, Pet, but like I said, it's getting late and these details can wait," he replies, rising to his feet.

Without another word or leaving me time to react, Ivan heads away and once he has locked the entrance door, I hear him walk up the staircase. It takes me a good five minutes to snap out of my daze, and when I reach our bedroom, Ivan is already in the huge Italian shower. The steam doesn't prevent me from gawking at his beautiful body.

That firm ass.

The muscles of his back contracting as his hands wash his hair.

That firm ass.

Those powerful thighs.

That firm ass.

I don't know what gets into me right then, but an irresistible urge to tap that firm ass suddenly washes over me. Within barely two minutes, I have stripped off my clothes and slipped on a condom, just enough time for Ivan to be finished rinsing his hair from the shampoo when I step into the shower and firmly pin him against the tiled wall. Caught by surprise, he doesn't try to fight the muscles I have built over a year and a half, nor my determination when I grab his wrists and grip them within my left hand above his head. I'm a bit surprised by his lack of resistance, but this only pushes me to take things further.

"I want to fuck you, Master," I whisper in his ear as the middle finger of my right hand brushes against the cleft of his ass, slowly sliding between his clenched buttocks until I reach his tight puckered hole.

This sounds so wrong to my ears, but deep down, I know – and so does he – that I'm only teasing. Never in the world would I force anyone. Not even if what I endured has been long forgotten, or at least pushed to the deepest depths of my brain.

"Get. That. Finger. Away. Pet."

"Sure... Do you prefer this?" I smirk, grabbing my hard-on and probing it along his ass cheeks.

"Get. That. Cock. Away!" he seethes, clenching the muscles of his buttocks even harder.

"Why? You know it can feel good once inside," I purr, barely rubbing his cleft.

"Nothing's been up there in years, and I swear nothing ever will again. SO MOVE BACK!"

"You know, I could thrust forward and slam balls deep into your tight asshole, Master."

"And cause damage? Rip off my anus? Twist an unprepared rectum and colon?"

"Now don't you try and tell me what a poor Dom I'd make if I did it, because I know all that! And you know I'm just teasing you and I'd never force myself into you," I reply quickly as I imagine his train of thoughts. "Non-consensual sex isn't my thing."

Definitely not. Having experienced it myself, there is no way I would force someone into sex; I could get rough – very rough – but it would always be with my partner's consent and in all safety. A bit confounded by the turn of events, and even uncomfortable I admit, I sort of drop my guard and before I know it, I find myself pinned against the same wall, with Ivan firmly pressed against my back.

Of course, he was playing with me.

Of course, he could knock me out without a problem.

"I know you were teasing, Pet. But then, did you really think I'd let you overpower me? Now who's going to get his tight ass fucked, Pet?" he smirks as his free hand reaches for my cock to cautiously pull on the rubber. "I believe this little thing fits my dick better," he continues, and I feel him fumble behind my backside, slipping the protection over his erection. "How many times did you come this weekend, Pet?"

"Three times, Master..."

"Lies... You told me about twice when you arrived in Boston, once later that night in the shower, then once in the morning again... that's four times. I did only three times. Twice jacking off while watching other members fuck and once in Sam's mouth when he and Marcus invited me for a threesome. So, I guess I'm allowed once more," he says, sliding his hard-on between my ass cheeks like he would between a pair of boobs.

"Please, Master... I'd like some release too..."

"That's only if you get to come before me, Pet."

Ugh, that bastard! I know what he's doing. He is bringing himself closer to the edge by jacking off between my buttocks so that he won't last long once inside of me.

"Now open up that hole for me, Pet," he grunts, poking the tip of his erection at my entrance, and I try my best to loosen up.

"Haven't prepped, Master..."

"Like I cared," he chuckles. "Both you and I know the slowness of your bowel movements anyway."

Great... Way to ruin the sexiness of the moment. Anyway, as the head of his shaft slowly inches past my ring of muscles, I focus on deep breaths to relax and allow his entire length inside of me, trying to ignore his deep groans of pleasure and heavy respiration due to the squeezing of an unprepared hole.

"Fuck! That tightness's so good..."

Yeah, you tell me... not.

Without lube and only water to moisten what can't be naturally wet, the friction as he starts pounding into my ass stings a bit, but it barely lasts for a few seconds before he buries himself deep in my cavern and growls his orgasm like a bear in rut.

"Now that's what I call a quickie," he smirks, immediately pulling out of my ass. "But such a good one. And see? It's all clean."

"You didn't even give me time to come," I grouse.

"Too bad for you, Pet, but I'd warned you."

I wish I could slap that smug smile off his face, but instead, I face away from him and begin to clean up. Ivan soon steps out of the shower, leaving me alone with my erection under the shower. I take my sweet time rubbing the washcloth with gel all over my body, insisting on my privates and hoping for an accidental climax, but it just won't come.

It's not that I am not aroused, but I had hoped for a different reunion with Ivan after this weekend away from him. I love our rough sex – thank goodness because it's about rough sex most of the time – yet I would have enjoyed a bit more passion. Here, I almost feel like a cum-dump, as if he had only used me as a receptacle for his juices. There was a bit of that in the way he fucked me, only seeking his release, even if his load filled a rubber.

We haven't had had sweet sex in almost a year, and now that our relationship is coming to an end, I wish we had shown some sort of tenderness for once. I am not asking for a confession of feelings on the pillow, I'm not expecting I-love-you's, because I know full well that this can't happen, but I would have loved something softer.

Determined to get what I want, I quickly stride out of the stall, wipe myself dry with a warm towel, get a small bottle of lube and a new condom that I dissimulate in my hand before I get back to the bedroom. Ivan is lying on his back, lights off, and he has already shut his eyes. In the darkness of the room, I snuggle against his firm body and begin to tease the nipple that's closest to my mouth. My erection is pressed against his hairy thigh, wetting his skin with the oozing precum, and as my right hand reaches for his groin, I soon get to feel his semi-hard swell again.

"Pet..." he grunts, but I don't give him time to say anything further.

The next second, I am straddling his legs, my upper body hovering over his, and as our lips connect, his tongue immediately takes control of my mouth, swirling with the passion I was hoping for. For a few minutes, I let this carry on, humping my erection against his for more stimulation, but I suddenly need him deep inside of me like I never have before. I need to feel him take possession of my ass because it might be the last time it happens.

"What're you doing, Pet?"

Ignoring his question, I lean back and quickly unfold the rubber over his shaft then choppily coat it with lube.

"Pet...?"

I am in control. For once, it's not his decision, but mine, and it makes a difference.

"Shh... I need you now," I whisper against his lips, raising my hips to catch his erection between my ass cheeks.

My voice is just as hoarse as my moves are feverish, a mix of precipitation, eagerness and frenzy that I can barely control. The only thing that somewhat slows me is the sting I feel as I impale myself on him despite the previous round, but my rectum soon manages to swallow him whole.

"Holy fuck..." he grouses, already trying to grip my hips and take control.

I don't let him, though. Lacing my fingers with his, I pin his hands into the mattress on each side of his head and continue to rock back and forth at my pace, occasionally whirling my hips to feel him deeper. I just can't explain this sudden urge to bottom for him when I have been so tired of this position lately. It feels like I need to belong to him in some way. One last time.

If Ivan holds his promise to make a Dominant of me by the end of next week and knowing that he is supposed to travel a bit in the next few days, it might indeed be the last time we have anal sex.

His sudden sitting motion startles me and I'm about to protest, but I quickly understand that it's only to try a new position. Kneeling astride his lap, I tightly wrap my arms around his shoulders. His own hands gently massaging my buttocks as I sluggishly bounce up and down feel great.

"You're feeling so good, Pet..."

His voice is so hoarse, as if strangled with tears, but I don't dare to pull back and look at the expression on his face. I'm too scared of the emotions I might see. Too scared they would break the wall around my heart. Instead, I snuggle even closer to his chest, keeping my head buried in the crook of his neck, and graze my teeth on the smooth skin, reveling in the groans of pleasure that rumble from his torso.

"I'm going to miss this... Feeling your warmth around me..."

I wish he would just shut the fuck up and stop ruining this moment, so as my hands cup his neck, my mouth reaches his lips and my tongue, for the first time ever, takes full possession of his warm cavern. The pierced muscle powerfully whirls around his tongue, taking it into a passionate waltz that makes us both moan loudly. I even whimper, holding back my tears, when fingers gently wrap my erection and start stroking it, only increasing the wild tingles in my lower belly.

I decide that I don't need his permission to come tonight. Overwhelmed by this turmoil of emotions, I don't even try to contain my orgasm and it explodes only seconds later in warm waves of bliss that course through my body. I might have wished to extend Ivan's own pleasure, but nature has it that my anus automatically clenches around his erection from my own climax, taking him over the edge right away.

"Oh dear..." he breathes out, tightening his hold around me as he lies back down.

As he rolls us over to cuddle, consequently pulling out of me, I swear I can hear him muffle a discreet sob, but he doesn't let me pull back, keeping me tight against his chest.

All these emotions have exhausted me, though, and it's barely seconds before I let darkness welcome me, satiated and utterly happy.

I... I love you, Pet...

Ah, dreams... They sometimes whisper weird things in your ear, even able to reproduce a person's voice to perfection.

Only a dream, though.

I guess.

Published on 23 October 2021

So many emotions bubbling inside our future Master Dom's head, it's complicated. His affection for Ivan on one side, his urge for dominance on the other, and so many things in between. I hope you enjoyed this chapter all the same. I'm quite sure that some of you will take it as some sort of foreshadowing; you'll get your answer in the next couple chapters. In the next one, it'll be time for compromises.

And since some of you often ask: there are 8 chapters left and the epilogue ;)