Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 8: Not This Time!

(Camden's POV - Sun. 1 March 2015)

Whack!

Chris barely hisses at the sting caused by the lashes of the cat o'nine flogger. The masochistic Sub is one of the best at the club in this category; always willing to take whatever pain a sadistic Dom will give him; extremely respectful and close to perfection in his behavior; and probably one of the kinkiest as well. Since he is not in a contract at the moment, I have enjoyed playing quite a few scenes with him over the last ten days - almost every night more precisely - and we even performed twice in public; a bit more if I include the blow jobs he very willingly gave me while watching the evening shows or Wednesday when I fucked him hard on the VIP couch while he was blowing Aaron. With all this sex, I believe I have made up for the lack of in the previous month and I well intend to keep it that way for a while.

Whack!

Right now, we are in my playroom and almost getting toward the end of a very long sensual play scene. Chris is reaching his limit, but that's only normal after nearly two hours edging him without release. I have taken my time playing with his body, first at the St Andrews cross, and now on the bench; so much so that his lean muscles have become very tense and his purplish member is begging for relief, dripping threads of precum. My own erection is getting awfully painful but my climax will have to wait; the Sub first tonight, but I have to admit that this last part involving my favorite flogger is giving my self-control a hard time at the sight of this cream skin turning bright red, marked by wonderful stripes. Come on... one last strike!

Whack!

"And that's forty, Pet..." I say, dropping the cat o'nine to the floor and reaching for his beautiful erection from behind and between his legs with my right hand while the left one goes to play with the large plug filling his rectum, making it swirl ever so lightly to brush his prostate. "You did very well, Pet; I'm proud of you," I encourage him. Chris answers with pleading moans and incoherent words as I continue to tease his senses a little more; by then, it must have gotten more painful than pleasurable but the rope tied at the base of his shaft won't let him reach an orgasm until I have removed it. "I believe you deserve a reward now."

"Please, Sir..." he begs in a barely audible voice. The way his body starts shivering indicates me that he is coming close to his limits this time so I get ready to pull on the knot to free his privates from their restraint.

"Cum for me, Pet!" I order, as I loosen the thin rope and pump hard on his cock. I also swiftly remove the large plug from his ass that leaves his hole gaping open and just a second later, long streams of semen spurt from his shaft. Chris screams at the top his lungs from the mix of pain and intense pleasure, his body shivering through the powerful sensations provoked by his climax. The sight of the ring of muscles clenching his hole almost makes me come in my leather pants but I still have enough self-control to withhold myself and to keep praising the young Sub who is slowly coming down from his high.

"Thank you, Master Camden..." Chris breathes out, still panting heavily.

"You're welcome, Pet, you deserved it. Are you ready for the next part?" I ask softly, ignoring my own urge to release.

"Yes, Master Camden..."

With express movements that I know by heart, I free him from his restraints and carry him to the bed where I lay him face down. For almost an hour, I lavish the softest massages on him, taking care of every single inch of his bright red skin, which allows me to soften a bit in the beginning. However, the more he relaxes under my long fingers, the harder I get. After two long hours of edging, preparing and flogging, all his muscles had reached a certain tension so I also tend to his shoulders, arms, neck and legs.

Chris dozes off at intervals but he knows that the scene is not complete yet, so when I eventually get back up to take off my leather trousers, he is fully awake and already moving to get on his hands and knees. I unroll a condom over my throbbing hard-on and smear it with lube; now is the time to reach my release too.

"Are you hard again, Pet?" I ask as I grab his hips and pull him closer to me until his knees rest on the edge of the bed, rubbing my shaft between his buttocks for a moment.

"Yes, Sir..."

"Good boy..." I whisper in his ear as I lean over his back, the head of my cock poking at his entrance and ready to slam in. "I'm going to take you hard now but you're not allowed to come until I give you permission to," I warn him once I have leant back.

I immediately thrust my hips forward, feeling every inch of my shaft being swallowed by his warm cavern and relish at the wonderful sensations despite the rubber protection. Sadly, barebacking is something I haven't experienced in years, but when you swap partners as often as I do, that kind of sex isn't bound to happen; safe sex is one of Aaron's mottos and the policies of the club are very strict on that matter. So as long as I refuse to settle down with someone, I will have to be happy with exploding inside a condom instead of directly into an ass, missing the pleasure to watch the juices leak out of it after the deed.

As I ram into Chris's butt, pounding harder and harder, his moans mix with my groans. Every time I slam back into him, I pull his hips backward to increase the strength of my thrusts and he soon becomes a mess of incoherent words and pleas again. I soon get on the verge to explode but I hold it for a while longer, enjoying Chris's insistent begging, until I feel we have both reached our limit. Only then I grab his cock and stroke it in rhythm with my own ramming.

"Cum, Pet!" I shout and we both climax at the same time, me deep inside of his ass and into the condom and him on the bed sheet. "Don't move, I'll take care of you..." I say as he slumps forward on the bed.

After I have applied another dose of soothing lotion on his back, then cleaned his semen on the floor, the sheets and his stomach, I finally go and lay beside Chris to snuggle him for a while. Contrary to some other one-night stand Dominants, I have always attached a big importance to cuddles with a Sub, almost as much as the aftercare, because even if they are not my official Subs, they are not just sex toys either and this is something that they rather appreciate from what they often tell me; it allows them to express their thoughts on whatever subject they want to bring up and I get to know them better, which enables me to work better around further scenes we play.

"Master Camden, may I speak?" Chris softly asks, keeping his head on my chest.

"Of course you may," I reply similarly.

"If... if one day you decide to take a Sub under contract... do you think... do you think that you would offer me to be your submissive?" he hesitantly whispers. Damn! I knew that this conversation would come up at some point!

"You are a very good Sub, Chris, you know that... but you know that I don't do contracts..." I reply as gently as I can, not willing to hurt his self-confidence. Chris is a great Sub, truly; and rather handsome as well; I know that he would like to seriously settle down with someone at some point although he also likes short-term contracts, but even that, I don't do.

"Yes, I know... It's just... in case you change your mind..." he replies sheepishly.

"I don't expect that to happen any time soon, Chris. Besides, didn't you tell me that you wanted to try with a regular Dominant?" I ask, rolling us over so that I can look into his dark eyes.

"Maybe I will, but it's not as much fun as with a sadist Dominant; regular Doms don't really fulfill my needs..." he explains rightfully. Relationships between Sadists and Masochists are not unrequited; it's not only the Sub meeting the Dom's expectations; it goes both ways. "I might sign a new contract with Master Andrei, though..." he adds, biting his lips.

"You should do so, if you feel good with him," I encourage him.

"I like him... He is hard and rough, but I like him, yeah... Master Andrei is a good Dominant indeed..." he replies thoughtfully before I roll us again to lie on our sides and cuddle some more.

Master Andrei seems to be a good Dominant, as Chris said. He also fucked up greatly with you, Chris..., I think to myself, remembering how the Sadist once went beyond what is reasonable with him about a year ago during a whipping scene; the poor Sub even kept two very small scars from how deep the lashes cut into his skin that night. The Master earned a one-month ban and a public punishment, pretty much deserved I believe, but he learned his lesson and never messed up again. Chris, being a deep Masochist, never held it against Master Andrei and ever since then, they have continued to have short-term contracts at regular intervals.

It is past four in the morning when we eventually walk out of the club, probably among the last persons of the Black Diamond. I offer Chris to drive him back to his place, but he insists on driving his own car, saying that he feels rested and good after the nap we took. I am feeling great too as I pull out of the parking lot and head West on W 79th Street. That was another wonderful evening, as always with Chris, and remembering our earlier conversation, I surprise myself thinking that if I ever decided to take a Sub full time, I would probably ask him indeed. He is a nice guy and the perfect masochistic Sub that any sadistic Dom would dream of. But this is out of the question for now; I don't feel ready to take care of a Sub outside of the club.

Lost in these thoughts, I slowly and cautiously head southwest on W. Columbus Street. A few minutes later, my attention is suddenly caught by something on the road that I almost drive over, dodging it at the last second. My heart thumps in my chest as I slam on the brakes, adrenaline running through my veins. What the hell was that? A dead animal? I put the car into reverse and drive back a few yards, shifting to the next lane.

"Fuck!!" A body is actually curled up on the shoulder of the street, half on the pavement, half on the road. I hope this is not a pedestrian who got ran over by a vehicle! I stop the car, switch on the warning lights, and hurry to the person lying on the ground. Muffled whimpers come to my ears, but when I cautiously roll the guy on his back, my heart skips a few beats. This is impossible! I know that they say all things come in three, but I sincerely wasn't expecting to ever see him again... I can't believe that this is the young homeless I met twice already!

However, I don't have time to dwell on this coincidence. First there is this little whimper again and that's when I see something moving over his chest until the head of a puppy pulls out the collar of his anorak, followed by the rest of his body. The little thing is a real cutie and hadn't the situation been so dramatic, I would have smiled at how he is licking the young man's chin, yapping to wake him up.

Snapping out of it, I quickly check the young man's vitals, relieved to see that he still breathes; a rapid examination of his legs, his back and his head comforts me into thinking that he most probably fell asleep there or tripped, but I don't think that he had an accident or something like that. I then open the back door of my car and put in the duffle bag that he was using as a pillow, as well as the young dog before I carry the boy inside too. Getting back into the driver's seat, I turn on the heater at its maximum and start off to head back home. The usual half hour I have from the club to home has never seemed so long to me before. I keep glancing in the rearview mirror to check if the guy wakes up and I can't help questions flooding my head about this coincidence.

When I finally make it to my house, and once I have parked the car inside the garage, I see that the puppy has fallen asleep on the back seat too, his head and a paw resting on the boy's thigh, as if he was trying to protect him and bring him some comfort; in any case, the little Cocker seems to be very attached to his master. But what the hell is a homeless teenager doing with such a young dog? He didn't have him the first time I took him to my place... Whatever, now is not the right time to wonder about such things, there are other priorities. I open the door that leads inside the house and switch on all the lights. The dog wakes up when I open the back door of the car, so I grab him and put him on the floor, then carry the boy inside the house, feeling an air of déjà vu.

The dog follows me happily as I head toward the staircase and begin to climb upstairs, trying out some high-pitched barks when he realizes that he is too small to climb the steps. "You stay there! I need to take care of him first!" I tell him but he starts whimpering when I turn around the corner of the staircase and disappear from his sight. Shaking my head, I open the first guest room and lay down the young homeless on the bed. Jeez! He is so dirty! The little thing downstairs is howling at the moon - or trying to - and I guess that he worries for his master.

"Shut up, little one! I'll be right back!" I shout at him but he only tries twice as hard so I eventually cave in and go get him with a dark scowl, before I carry him upstairs and put him on the bed. "Now you shut up while I take care of this boy! And you'd better not pee on the mattress!" I warn him, pointing a threatening finger at him. He crawls to the young man's head and starts licking his ear. Shaking my head once again, I set to check up on the boy instead. Once I have removed his shoes and the first two layers of clothes, I go to get a warm wash cloth to clean him up, but... what the hell is that on his face? I only know too well the little spot of dry substance scattered on his temples. Oh God... I hope he wasn't raped! I clean him as best as I can and think that it will do until he takes a bath tomorrow.

His trousers and tee-shirt are stinking so I go get some clothes of mine in the closet of my bedroom and bring them back to the bed. As I remove his long-sleeved tee-shirt, I narrow my eyes at some kind of flat soft animal, something that looks like a white ice bear that was stuck between his chest and his shirt, but I immediately discard it on the bed when I notice all the marks on the upper half of his body. There are a few bruises on his torso but what catches my attention and constricts my heart are small parallel scars on his inner arms beneath his biceps.

Self harm... the guy is into self harm... Holy fucking shit!!! The scars are mostly very thin, except for a few that he must have reopened several times, and I don't think that they were deep, but fuck! How could he ruin his body like this? He is definitely not as skinny as I would have thought, yet really thin, but now that I get a better look at him, I have to say that he is really cute. His dark hair is messy and dirty, but his angel face is really beautiful and I wonder what color his eyes are. I quickly shrug him into one of my large tee-shirts, surprised that he still doesn't wake up, and set to remove his pants, discovering a few more scars on the insides of his thighs. I notice some dried blood at the front of his briefs and as I slightly pull on the waistband, a few more scars are revealed on his lower belly. Sighing, I put on sweat pants on him and begin to clean the freshest cuts that I protect with bandages.

"Shhh..." I tell to the puppy who keeps whimpering while I tuck his young master beneath two comforters. "Let him sleep. Now I can take care of you, Dumbie... And I hope you enjoyed this little comfortable moment, because dogs are not allowed on the bed anyway!" I tell him firmly as I grab him into my arms and scratch my fingers on his sides. "I bet you're hungry, huh?" I ask once we are back downstairs. "Sorry, but I don't have dog food here, so you'll have to do with... soup and a bit of ham..." I say as I fumble into the fridge. The little guy devours the little pieces of ham I cut and mixed with soup on a plate and then sips water from the bowl I put on the floor for him. "I guess it was good... Now do you need to relieve yourself before I go back upstairs?" He cocks his head to the side, sitting on his little bum. Was I really expecting him to understand what I was saying?

With a sigh, I put on my coat and walk out at the back of the house, and he follows me to the backyard. After a few minutes in the cold, I help him up the stairs of the terrace and we finally get back in. Fucking cold! I can't wait for the spring to kick in! Once I have made sure I locked all the doors, I slowly walk back upstairs, wishing the dog a good night, but before I have reached the corner, he starts yapping again; with a grunt, I turn back to him and almost laugh at how he is awkwardly trying to jump on the first step. "I swear you're not sleeping on the bed!" I warn him after I have grabbed him. I put him on the floor and walk into the guest room.

The boy hasn't moved an inch since I left him half an hour ago. I know I should go to bed, tired as I am, but I can't take the risk that he escapes from me once again. I need some answers and there is this inexplicable wish to take care of him and help him. Of course, I can't keep him at home and he must have some parents worrying for him somewhere... I guess. I just need to sort this out. The little buddy scratches his paw on the side of the bed, whining soft sounds.

"Like hell you're gonna sleep on the bed!" I snort at him, taking the young man's sweatshirt and pooling it on the floor beside the bed. "Here! You have his scent here, you can sleep on the floor!" I tell him firmly. As for myself, I push the armchair that was sitting in the corner of the room in front of the door and sit there. That should prevent the young man from fleeing if I fall asleep; it won't happen this time! The little pup comes to scratch my leg and I look at his pleading eyes. "I bet you can't tell me anything about him, right?" I ask and once again, he cocks his head to the side, making me chuckle. "Of course you can't, Dumbie... You're really useless, you know that? At least to me..." I grumble, patting his head. "Now you go to your bed and sleep!" I order, gently pushing him on the sweatshirt. He tries to walk back to me but I point my finger and scowl at him. "I said bed!" I repeat strictly and he goes to slump on the fabric, nuzzling his nose into it. Authority is the key. It is always the key!

I don't know how long I remain on the armchair staring at the young man, but I see the daylight show up, and I think I see eight o'clock strike on the alarm clock of the bedside table. Maybe even nine o'clock. But then, my eyelids get too heavy and I must have dozed off. Yes, I certainly dozed off.

Published on 30 Mar 2017

One day ahead of what I had planned, here's chapter 8 that ends your worries on Noah's situation :)

Hope you enjoyed the little bit of smut at the beginning because it's the last one in a long time... ;)