Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 70
Doms Under Surveillance

Tuesday 11 January 2005

"Alright, Gentlemen, I believe we've covered everything for today," Ivan concludes after two hours of a theoretical lesson on Dominance.

Two freaking long hours telling us about the roles, duties and responsibilities incumbent upon a Dominant.

To be honest, the lecture was extremely interesting, and even I learned a lot. Having been in the lifestyle for over a year as a Submissive doesn't mean I already know everything. Of course, I never failed to observe Ivan while I was his Sub and learned a lot, but there was more I didn't notice. Getting into the role of a Dominant involves so much more than I thought and self-control is something that we, Doms, learn over the time.

Being a Dominant is not only about having someone call you Master and torturing a twink. It's about understanding that a man is going to trust you with his body at the minimum, perhaps with his soul if you settle in a relationship with him, and maybe with his life, should this last for a long period. This man has faith in you. There's no acting thoughtlessly. Each of your words or actions are important and might have serious consequences.

Ivan's introduction earlier clearly set the mood and I realized how true he was.

In November 2003, I trusted him with my body, my soul, my future. Although I was already quite determined about what I wanted to do with my life, I let him guide me along and surrendered to him because I knew it was necessary to fully grasp what being a Submissive meant. I knew that he'd take me to places I had never been, unbelievable depths of pleasure. It wasn't always easy, but now that I am trying to stand in his shoes and to see things from his perspective, I recognize that his role was far more significant than I thought.

Whether in a sex scene or in everyday life, you just can't fuck up while handling a Submissive. Subs are the precious apple of Dominants' eyes, and aside all the concepts of discipline, inflicting pain and fucking them hard remains the fact that Doms should always cherish them like treasures, take the greatest care of their souls and worship their bodies like precious diamonds. I know what it means to be a Submissive, I know how much I relinquished to Ivan during the year he subdued me. I have been there and I don't think I couldn't understand Submissives more than I already do.

All these boys... and men... I have been around them. I have shared a lot with them. I have heard their thoughts, tackled their habitual concerns and even soothed some of their anxieties. Having been among them for a full year, knowing that one day I would be on the other side, I have grown deeply attached to their adorable frailty. These guys... they just mean so much to me that I'd never allow anyone to hurt them outside of their boundaries of consent.

"Can you guys list the most important concepts we saw today?" Ivan asks after a whole minute of silence during which both Kayden and I have been lost in our own thoughts.

"Respect," he says first.

"Safety," I add.

"Communication."

"Power exchange."

"Self-control."

"Aftercare."

"Right. I want you to ponder on all these before our next session. Of course, I'll keep drilling those messages into your head until the end of your training, and even afterwards for as long as you remain members of the Hell Fire. Now," he trails off, and for some reason, I kind of hate the smirk displaying on his face, "I've been thinking about this entire training, and I believe it's a good one, but there's a small detail I'd like to add."

If Ivan is about to propose a change to the program, it means that he has been thinking about it for a while, so I am a bit vexed that he wouldn't have mentioned it to me in advance. It means it must be something I won't like, or at least not entirely approve of.

"Now that you have completed the Submissive training and the introductory part of the Dominant coaching, and contrary to what I said during our very first session, I believe that you should be allowed inside the club at least once or twice per week," he announces.

"Fuck yeah!!" Kayden exclaims beside me, earning a dark scowl for Ivan.

"Under certain conditions, I should precise," the latter growls, efficiently taming my new friend's eagerness. "The idea is not for you to participate. I want you to attend passively, to watch experienced Doms enact scenes or interact with their Submissives. You'll be there to observe. I believe it should be a good way for you to learn some of the manipulations, positions and whatever. It'll also teach you what edging means. Of course, you'll be totally allowed to touch yourselves, after all, you're not Subs under contract, but you're forbidden to play with other members of the Hell Fire until I certify you. How does that sound?"

"Frustrating as hell," I grunt.

New Year's Eve was perfect and I enjoyed every second of it, knowing that I wouldn't be allowed in the Hell Fire again until my certification. I really miss the club and all its kinkiness, though I still had a great evening at the Heaven Water with Kayden last weekend. We found a couple of guys to fuck in the restrooms at the back, so we had a lot of fun swapping partners.

Needless to say, it had to bring some rather fond memories. On our way back to Kayden's place – since I had picked him up from his apartment in Marina Del Rey – he eventually told me that he had broken up with Xavier after the third time he caught him fucking with other guys. They had always been a quite liberated couple but always included each other in their frolics with others. Communication and honesty were always mandatory mottos of their relationship, but Xavier sometimes didn't play fair and Kayden grew tired of him.

"This is part of the point, Aaron. You've always hated edging, but as you know, Doms get edged just as much as Subs are, if not more."

"I know, Ivan," I chuckle.

"Master Ivan."

"Sorry, Master Ivan. But it sounds good with me," I reply and Kayden concurs with nod.

To be entirely honest, I think it's a really good idea.

"Good, then we'll have our next session on Saturday at 4pm which shall leave you enough time to grab dinner and be ready when the club opens at 8. Now out of my sight, Boys!"

Boys...

I'll give him some boys.

For once, Kayden and I have been strictly serious during our session, absolutely focused on what the Master Dom taught us. There was no joking, bantering or salacious remark on our side, we behaved as perfect gentlemen training to become Dominants, so the boys sounds a bit out of place. We could have rolled our eyes at that but instead, we politely salute him and leave.

"Fuck! I can't wait till Saturday," Kayden exclaims once on the parking lot.

"Me too, I've been missing that freaking club," I reply as we both settle in my car.

"I just wonder why he wouldn't let us play like he did at New Year's Eve, I mean, it's not like we won't be surrounded by dozens of Doms and the security of the club."

"He said it, Kayden. The purpose is to observe and learn."

"Oh well, that's fine, he said we could touch ourselves, though."

"Yeah, better than nothing but my rod's getting tired of dating Mother Palm and her five daughters."

Kayden bursts out laughing at that and his laughter is so communicative that I can't help joining him in it, still cautious at the traffic as I drive.

"Well, I could help squeezing your tube of toothpaste if you want," he smirks once he has calmed down. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" I press, though I have a guess on what he has to offer... or rather demand.

"Would you bottom for me, Aaron?"

I don't even answer that. I just snort and extend my right hand in front of him, slowly raising its middle finger. Kayden laughs out again, firmly grabbing my wrist to thrust said finger through a circle formed of his thumb and middle finger.

"Are you expecting to fuck my hole instead?"

"Well, I'd love to, but it's been recently deflowered and I'm afraid it's still too sore to bear with my weapon of ass destruction. Maybe in a few weeks?"

"Ahahah fuck you, Aaron, not gonna happen!"

"Mmm... I'll make you change your mind. My AK-47 would really like to get a taste of your hole."

Our little banter goes on until I park in front of his apartment building. There, Kayden offers me to stay and have dinner with him, but I politely decline. It's not because I have gotten to learn that the guy is a militant for healthy food and that I'm dying for a greasy pizza tonight. It's mostly because I have a ton of homework and an essay in economics that I have yet to finish to meet tomorrow's deadline.

For these reasons, I just drop him off, quickly call my favorite Domino's to order my usual Peperoni and Cheese and Ivan's Cali Chicken Bacon Ranch, and drive off. It's almost 9pm when I reach home, in perfect sync with Ivan who is just back from work, and once we have shared dinner together on the kitchen island counter, briefly talking about the last session, I head to the library to finish my essay and spend the rest of the evening there.

Unfortunately, the next evenings occur in a similar fashion because I have a shitload to do for school. It seems like the library has become my favorite room in this house after so many hours spent studying in there. I am doing much better than last year even if I still require Joshua's help occasionally, or Lina's, since she has been catching up nicely. However, like Camden, I'm not a genuine intellectual, in the sense that I'm not one to just read something once and I will know it by heart – except maybe if it's something I am deeply interested in. If I get these very good grades, it's only thanks to the hard work I provide on a daily basis.

On Thursday evening, or rather Friday morning, Ivan even shakes me awake when he returns from the club at 2:30am. I can't believe that I fell asleep at my desk, slouched over my books. I am tired and it's not until Friday evening that I eventually take a break when Camden calls me to check in on me.

My friend seems to be doing a little better. I'm so glad that he enjoyed his short vacation in New Jersey, taking the most he could of being around little Sony, and the 9-year-old apparently reaped the benefits from having his big brother around too. Cam's therapy is going well, I believe. More or less. I can't say that he delights in his sessions because he usually mostly grunts about them, but he admits that they help a little at managing his anger better.

As per the shrink's advice, Cam has also found himself a new activity, one that helps him to release some of the pressure, and far from the martial arts he used to endeavor in, he now plays bowling. Well, as long as it suits him, why not? Other than that, his life remains what it is at the moment, and that's all about studying hard for his Level 1 of COMLEX which he will take sometime this spring, working hard during his shifts at the hospital where he has a job as orderly, and having little time to go out and have fun.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend, Cam?"

"Other than work, work, work and work?" he chuckles.

"You could take an hour or two off your schedule and go get a drink in a bar or something."

"I'd do that if you guys were around, but I have no friends here."

"If you don't go out and try to be a little more social, you can't get friends, Bro."

"I don't want new friends. I've got you, Mark and Josh, and that's far enough for me," he replies dryly and in a tone that means I shouldn't insist. "How about you and Ivan? Will you go to one of his clubs?"

Nervously biting my lower lip, I quickly ponder on what I should tell him. I still haven't said anything to my best friends regarding my relationship with Ivan because I don't know how to explain our break-up or the fact that I have no problem still dwelling at my ex-boyfriend's place.

"Ron?"

"Yeah... Well... It turns out that Ivan and I have... kind of broken up."

"What!? What the fuck! Why? Are you okay? When did it happen? Why didn't you tell me? Did he kick you out? Don't tell me you're back living on the streets..."

"Cam, stop!" I interrupt him, seizing this opportunity and his momentary panic to take advantage of the positive points. "I still live with Ivan and he'd never kick me out, so you don't have to worry."

"Thank fuck!"

"And I didn't tell you, nor Josh or Mark by the way, because it was kind of a... floppy situation so far, you know... Like we weren't quite sure about where we stood."

"Why did you guys break up then? Did you grow tired of taking it up your ass?" he then adds in a smug tone.

"Cam..."

"Okay, okay, not my business, I know," he sighs. "As long as you're fine, I don't really mind. All I want is for you to be happy, okay?"

"And I am, I swear I'd never lie on that point, Cam."

Phew, in the end, that dreaded conversation was easier than I thought, and in my resolve to remain as honest as possible with all my best friends, I end up calling Joshua and then Mark on Saturday morning to break the news. Did I ever say I have the best best-friends in the world? Just in case, I'll say it again. My best friends are just the best.

Mark and Josh take the news just about the same as Camden and at the end of the day, all that matters to them is that I am fine and still under a roof, not giving up on my studies. Unsurprisingly, they also tease me with the supposedly weariness of bottoming, but I quickly shut them up as usual and promise myself that I'll make them pay their bantering the day I train them to become Dominants.

Mark will be the toughest one in my opinion. Despite my reluctance to bring up my sexual life with Ivan around my best friends, Mark and I have often discussed how gay couples often switch. Even when there's a stronger alpha between two men, it doesn't mean that the dominant one won't ever bottom for the man he loves, but Mark is firm on his position. Never will he let another man take him.

How weird is this when he's the most sensitive one among us? Well, if he ever joins this lifestyle at some point and I get to train him, I won't give him a choice because this is part of the program I believe in. Besides, it's not only about giving the Dominant trainee a penetration; there is a whole lesson on anatomy which is important, and it also includes a list of dos and don'ts.

Other than these two calls with Mark and Josh in the morning, my Saturday remains very studious until it's time to go for my training session at the Hell Fire. This time, it's Kayden who picks me up from home and we drive together to the Hell Fire. It seems like his week has been stressful too, I feel him a little tense, so hopefully, the evening at the club will help him to relax.

Today's session is dedicated to the various equipment of the club. Rather than asking help from two Submissives like it might be the case in some of the next sessions, Ivan thought we could practice together and it turns out rather funny to tie up Kayden to the Saint Andrew's cross, to the bench, on a bed and under a grid.

It gets a little less funny when it's Kayden's turn to practice, but all in all, we have a good time and once again learn a lot on safety and so on, even if much of this was already broached during a similar session of the submissive phase last month.

"Where are we having dinner, Master Dom?" I ask warmly as the three of us head off to the main entrance, wrapping my right arm around Ivan's shoulder.

"Wherever you want, Menino, I'm staying here," he chuckles, but it doesn't make laugh; quite the opposite. My smile falters as we pull to a stop by the door. I'm grateful that Kayden walks out and gives us a bit of privacy, which allows me to face Ivan, arms folded across my chest.

"Aren't you joining us for dinner?"

"No, I have work."

"Come on, Ivan, please. Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"Nope. I have a meeting with Mike, and I'm running late. Sorry, Menino."

"M'okay," I grumble, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Do you need me to get you anything for dinner?"

"No, I already brought something, thanks. Go and enjoy. I'll see you in an hour," he whispers, patting my back.

"Yeah, see you then," I sigh, and as I pull back, I am relieved to see a genuine smile across his lips; such a beautiful smile that I can't resist pecking it before I join Kayden outside.

It would have been nice to have Ivan with us but I don't mind another one on one with Kayden. We end up in a diner nearby and talk more about today's session, though the next ones will be more fun. These upcoming sessions are meant to be mostly theorical while Ivan thoroughly explains the uses of all the toys and accessories, but Kwonmin has volunteered to play our pet-project so that we can also train and practice on his body.

At 8pm, Kayden and I are back at the Hell Fire and as we walk through the back entrance, we are met with Mike and Ivan.

"Alright, guys," Ivan starts in his ever-stern voice. "Just a reminder of tonight's rules. You may use the Doms' room to change, have a drink at the bar, and then watch the shows. Remember that you're here to observe."

"Will we sit with you?" Kayden asks.

"Nope," Ivan replies, briefly peeking at me, and I wonder where this sudden and slight embarrassment comes from. "You'll spend the evening with Master Orwell and Master Siegfried. They'll be watching over you," he explains, using his fingers as quotation marks and recovering his full assurance. "I'll be on stage for a demonstration of bondage."

Oh, so that's why...

I am in control of my emotions and manage to keep a poker face at this information, and yet, I can't help a little pang in my heart. Is this jealousy I feel as my mind begins to imagine Ivan performing with another Submissive and without me? Yes, maybe. I knew this was going to happen. I knew our contract was nothing but what it was, that is a Dominant taking care of a Sub for a certain amount of time, to train me to become a Dom.

Throughout all of the past year, though mainly in the beginning, I strived to armor my heart despite our moments of complicity and our growing closeness. From the first days I became his Submissive, I knew that I couldn't allow myself to fall for this man, and I like to think I managed pretty well. Knowing that I will see him play with other Subs does feel odd because he was mine for an entire year, but at the end of the day, I don't mind. I love him as a father-figure, as a role-model, as a mentor, and it's overwhelming enough as it is.

In all events, I have no right to prevent him from resuming his former life, the one in which he decided to remain single and just fuck whoever he can at the club. On my side, I need to start a new life of my own, one that will certainly resemble my mentor's, and that thrills me beyond words.

"How interesting..." I smirk, quickly grabbing my emotions together. "Can't wait to see this from a different perspective now."

"Enjoy," he whispers as his eyes darken with mixed emotions.

"The security staff and I will also keep a close watch on you from the monitor room, guys," Mike adds, cocking his perfect eyebrows.

Seriously, I feel like a baby whose parents have trusted with several nannies, but for my good sake, I keep these thoughts to myself and quickly lead Kayden to the Doms' room. It's still a bit early and there aren't many people yet, but Siegfried and Orwell are here. In the end, it should be a nice evening all the same. I have grown to like Siegfried a lot and his kink for intense multiple-partner scenes never fails to amaze me.

I don't know Orwell that much other than what I have heard from other Subs who managed to sign contracts with him. The piercer has a reputation for being the softest and gentlest Dominant of the Hell Fire and he has a lot of success in this regard. I have lost count of the Subs who grumped thinking it was their turn to win a contract with him but didn't get it. The waiting list is long, it seems, and since the man still hasn't found his soulmate yet, the boys keep hoping they will be the one; praying that the newest one won't be awarded a permanent relationship.

Even if not really intense in terms of physical activity, the day has been long, so I decide to use the communal showers to refresh – on my own since Kayden apparently took one before we went to the club – and enjoy the warm water streaming down my body and relaxing my muscles. I am washing the soap off my body when I suddenly find myself pinned against the wall, a taut body pressing against my back.

"Hmm... Seems like this Sub has lost himself into the wrong room," a deep voice murmurs into my ear.

"What the fuck..." I growl as a hard rod pokes my right buttock.

"RYAN!!!! What the heck do you think you're doing!?" Orwell yells just as adrenaline rushes through my veins and allows me to push the hunk back.

Ryan.

Master Ryan.

The guy is about Ivan's age, a mountain of muscles, and one of the oldest members of the Hell Fire. I remember that he briefly participated in some sort of threesome with us almost a year ago, and he was one of the Doms who gangbanged me during the slave night last year. However, I've never had the privilege... scratch that! He has never had the privilege to play again with Ivan and me. I know from Sam that he is one of the very few – if not the only one – who scoffed during my appointment as a Dominant trainee last November.

Rage is now fueling my veins and if I listened to my instincts, I would already be all over him, smashing his pretty face, but I know better than to yield to this sort of urges. That would clearly lead me into deep problems with Ivan who wouldn't hesitate to ban me from the club before I even have been certified a Dominant.

"What!?" Ryan snorts, sneering at Orwell. "Not my fault if the stupid Sub got into the wrong changing room. Am I supposed to resist this beautiful body that I wouldn't mind fucking again?"

"Shut up, Ryan," Siegfried intervenes as he draws closer to us. "You know that Aaron's done with his submission phase."

"Ahuh... To me, he'll always remain Ivan's boy."

"Shall I remind you of your own submission phase?" Orwell growls threateningly and purposely since I think he was a member of the Hell Fire before Ryan.

"Forget it, guys, I don't give a fuck what he says and I'm not going to let his words reach me," I deadpan, nonchalantly reaching for a towel to wipe myself dry before I turn back to the asshole and look straight into his eyes. "I've got nothing to prove you, Ryan. I don't even want your respect. You're nothing to me."

With that, I walk away from the communal showers and meet my friends to finally get ready. I hear Ryan grumble under his breath, insults that quickly enter through one of my ears and out through the other, but I couldn't care less. I'm just happy and proud that at only 19, my behavior is more mature than the 40-year-old's.

Orwell tells me that he will report the incident to Ivan, but I dissuade him to. That would give him too much credit which he doesn't deserve; it would show that I cared when I truly didn't. Barely ten minutes later the room has crowded with more Doms who are here to just change into their leathers and lock their bags, and we are ready to go.

Darn! It feels so good to be back at the Hell Fire again even if I won't get to play with Subs yet. It won't prevent me from enjoying a nice evening and it starts with a drink at the bar with my three companions.

"So? When are you going to visit my parlor again, Aaron?" Orwell asks at some point.

"For what?" I tease him.

"Come on! I thought you wanted a ladder?"

"Are you serious?" Kayden asks with wide-opened eyes that gawk at me, his nose crinkling. "Isn't that... frenum enough?"

"There's this one too," I reply, poking my tongue out, and his expression softens with lust. Yeah, I know where your mind's going, horn dog. "I don't know, Orwell," I then say, averting my eyes to the piercer and tattoo artist. "The ladder is attractive but you see... I'm not ready to deal with two months of abstinence now that I'll soon be able to play with Subs, right? I'll think about it later."

"And how about that nipple piercing?" a deep voice that I'd recognize among a thousand whispers in my ear as a thumb and forefinger reach for my left little bud, pinching it playfully.

"Leave my nipples alone, Ivan," I grouse, turning to face him and happily surprised to see that Earl, Lewis' older brother, is standing beside him. "Hello, Earl!"

"Good evening, Master Aaron," the cutie replies in a small voice.

"Have I allowed you to speak, Pet?" Ivan grunts.

"I'm sorry, Master Ivan..."

Ugh... Come on, Ivan!

Defying the Master Dom here in his club would be the worst idea of all. Even worse than fighting with Ryan in the Doms' room. Whoever you are, a Submissive, a Dominant, a friend of his, his protégé, you just don't challenge or provoke the Master Dom. Earl also knows Ivan's rules and he should have waited for his evening Dom to allow him to speak, but I feel bad for having generated this little mistake.

Ivan and his strict rules...

A dark glare is all I dare right now, but I might give him a piece of my thoughts later or tomorrow.

"Right, let's go and relax before we start this scene, Pet. Have a nice evening, gentlemen," Ivan says dryly before he leaves us.

"Wow..." Siegfried chuckles. "Well done, Aaron. Twice in less than an hour. You like danger."

"Or maybe not," I grouse, taking a sip from my glass of soda.

"I thought you were going to murder him..." the German Dom laughs out.

"I will... but once we're back home and certainly not at the club. I'm not stupid enough to defy the lion in his den," I reply smugly, causing them to laugh.

"Though, I guess he was in his own right," Kayden gently argues. "This boy kind of breeched a basic rule, didn't he?"

"Awww!!!" I exclaim with exaggeration. "Do we have a potential strict Dom here?"

"Who knows..." Kayden replies with mock seriousness.

The four of us remain a bit longer at the bar where Marcus joins us for a few minutes before he goes to settle with Ivan on their usual couch.

Miguel soon joins us. The young police lieutenant who played with Jack and Craig at New Year's Eve party, recently signed up a three-month contract with Orwell earlier this week. Yes, he is the lucky guy of the moment, and if I judge by Lewis' pouted lips when he meekly stops by Siegfried minutes later, it doesn't sit very well with him. I know that Lewis has a crush on Orwell – he has had for a long time – and as I think back to the Cop & Thief Night and how the older man enjoyed himself with the siblings, I wonder why he still hasn't offered a contract to Lewis.

Nonetheless, the boys quietly kneel by their Masters' feet, and Kayden and I observe the Doms' gestures of affection towards their Subs as they caress their head or make them lean against their legs. Although I have been in this club for more than a year and become familiar with its customs, I don't fail to watch other people, making mental notes of all sorts of attitudes and already imagining myself in one of these men's shoes.

It's half past nine when we eventually make our way to the main stage area, trying to get us a nice spot, but only loveseats are available, so Kayden and I settle in one while Orwell and Siegfried set for another beside us. This side is particularly dark, and I like this. The German Dom welcomes a cuddly Lewis over his lap and I can't help a smile when I see him snuggle against his chest, greedily gazing at Orwell's chest. The latter keeps Miguel kneeling between his legs for now, but if I judge by his lustful eyes toward his Master's crotch, it won't be long before he begs to pleasure him. Siegfried and Orwell should really swap partners.

Ivan has now popped on stage with Earl in his tow, and as the boy stops to kneel under the large metal grid solidly hanging from the ceiling, I can't help but notice how gorgeous Ivan looks from where I sit, superbly manly and domineering. Lost in my contemplation as he prepares several lengths of ropes, I decide that I was one lucky guy to have such a great Master Dom as my mentor. Not only because he has one of the most stunning bodies I have been given to hold, but also because he, as a person, is one of the most beautiful souls I have been given to know.

"You okay?" Kayden whispers in my left ear.

"Yeah, why?"

"You were frowning..."

"I was just thinking... and observing... Bondage is really fascinating."

"Ahuh... It's not like you've never seen it before."

"There aren't that many Doms who practice it like Ivan does here, though Marcus is really good at it. Seeing it from another perspective is different, trust me."

"It looks great indeed. I haven't seen much about it in the training program?"

"Because it requires a lot of practice. You'd have to take more specific sessions and train with experienced Doms. A bit like the SM option."

"Sounds fair. I'll stick to the basics for now," he then chuckles.

During the next half-hour or so, we watch the expert manipulate ropes. The fact that Ivan is performing on a stage never fails to attract most of the attendees, especially when it's about bondage, and I am amazed to see how focused he looks. His eyes keep shifting between his weaving fingers and Earl's reactions, and he regularly asks the boy how he is feeling and congratulates him with praising words.

In the end, Earl finds himself in a crouched position, his arms stretched and tied to a wooden pole that hangs from the grid. His whole torso has been tied in an impressive and complex pattern of weaving rope that makes it so beautiful. His legs are spread open even if folded, and more rope has been wrapped around his knees and his ankles too before each length was attached to the extremities of the pole to keep him in a perfectly opened position.

I can tell the situation is not an easy one for Earl, much less comfortable, but his lean body is so wonderful all tied up and I bet it will leave really nice marks on his skin once the ropes get off. And it's making me so hard.

"Shit! It's hot," Kayden whispers as Ivan begins to torment Earl's body, first with cloth pins on his nipples and then a flogger that he strikes across the front of his body.

"Getting all giddy, Kayden?" I tease him, shamelessly reaching for his crotch and squeezing his erection. "Are you about to jizz in your pants?"

"Not yet, but if you sit on my lap butt naked and let my dragon inside your cave, it might spit flames deep within you," he replies with a lot of self-satisfaction.

"Your dragon... Nice one," I chuckle. "Nah, I've been in the lifestyle for longer than you, so, in a way, you owe me respect. And nothing's going up there again. Ever. Just let my fire hose quench that heat in your fireplace, I can do that."

"Keep dreaming, Aaron."

And yet, after long minutes watching Ivan flog Earl until the boy's body turns to a beautiful shade of red and edge him with his mouth until his penis has become purple, Kayden and I are breathing so heavily that our panting is buzzing inside my head. The earlier pang in my heart has almost receded and it completely disappears when Ivan adjusts Earl's position to a better height and then pulls out his erect manhood to unroll a condom over his shaft.

This is the part I'm not going to miss and I gladly leave this to Earl who will certainly appreciate Ivan's expertise at rubbing his soft spot. After a bit of anal preparation, Ivan aligns the tip of his erection with Earl's orifice and, staring straight into his eyes, he uses the swinging potential of the suspension and abruptly pulls on the boy's hips to impale him over his rod.

"Fuck... Too hot..."

Yeah, my thought too, Kayden...

I don't know how this happens or who was the first to initiate it, but Kayden and I soon find ourselves making out on the couch. It seems like the urge spruced within us at the same time. In any event, I am soon hovering over him and it's not out of dominance – or perhaps it is – but mostly because it's just more comfortable this way.

Our lips have connected and our tongues have engaged in a fight, wildly pushing each other inside their respective mouths. Our hands seem less stupid though, they're only aiming at providing us the pleasure we are craving. My fingers quickly open the front of his pants, just as fast as his do mine, and it's barely seconds before we are stroking each other. Our hips are rocking in our feverish urge to meet bliss, our groans trying to arbitrate our tongues' contest, or perhaps to cover the Master Dom's groans who sound like he's close to reach his climax.

Ivan's grunts are basically the only other sound I am still aware of. His and Kayden's. The rest of our surroundings have completely vanished and I couldn't care less about the show that we, two junior Doms, are offering. All that matters is the fire that keeps building up in my lower belly as Kayden uses my precum to keep my cock slick and I return the favor.

"I'm gonna come, Ron..."

His laborious whisper takes me over the edge, as if I was waiting for him to give in first, but in the end, we both shoot at the same time, creating a mess of cream between our chests.

"Oh shit... That was good..." I blow out as I eventually slouch above him, completely spent after this intense bliss.

"Fuck yeah... D'you need aftercare, Pet?" he chuckles.

Instead of answering this, I quickly slip my hand between our chests and before he knows it, my creamed fingers force themselves inside his mouth, smearing our juices over his tongue.

"You fucker..." he groans as soon as I retrieve my digits, but I don't give him a chance to say anything else, crashing my lips over his.

The saltiness of our kiss feels delicious and I revel in our heated embrace.

I don't know why, but the more time I spend around this guy, the more I think we will get along very well. Kayden might become a really good friend of mine. As close as Joshua, Mark or Camden?

Will he ever have his initial marked in a star on my hip?

I have no idea.

The future will tell.

Published on 18 December 2021

And that's another chapter! One more before the epilogue (which I yet have to write btw...).

Meanwhile, merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate!