Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 57
Prudence Is A Virtue

Sunday 22 August 2004

Joshua.

Holidays.

No submission.

These are my first thoughts as I wake up on this Sunday morning.

I don't know what time it is, but Joshua must be on a plane right now, somewhere between Paris and Los Angeles, and in a few hours, he will be here, in this house, for a few days. That is enough to draw a goofy smile across my lips while I enjoy a few more minutes of darkness behind my closed eyelids, and then I remember that I am off until next Sunday.

The last couple of months have been quite busy between my shifts at the Hell Fire, assisting Ivan in the club management, my Mondays dedicated to revisions and discovering next schoolyear's program, and finally regular nights at the Hell Fire, so that week of holidays is more than welcome. A reward that Ivan granted before I even asked, one that will allow me to enjoy my childhood friend's presence to the fullest and without my Dominant on my back 24/7.

Since Ivan was in such a bright mood on the day he made that offer, I also negotiated a week off my submission phase; more or less. I am still not ready to tell my best friends about the lifestyle I indulge in, much less for any of them to witness me as a Submissive, so after a bit of compromising, Ivan agreed that we wouldn't use the playroom throughout the week and that he would play my boyfriend in Joshua's presence – clearly meaning that I might still expect to be fucked in bed at night.

Fine with me. I can deal with that, and a week of near-freedom might be interesting.

"PET!!!!"

Ouch. Ivan's distant voice not only achieves to pull me from my sleepy state, but the name clearly reminds me that the Dom is still around.

"LAST CALL!"

What? Did he try to wake me up before?

"IF YOU'RE NOT DOWNSTAIRS WITHIN TEN MINUTES, I'M GOING TO THE AIRPORT WITHOUT YOU!"

Shit! Is it that late?

After a quick peek at the alarm clock on his bedside table saying it's already 11:45, I jump out of bed, shouting at him to wait for me, and rush to the bathroom. Dammit! Josh is landing at 12:50! Within less than fifteen minutes, I have used the toilets, showered, brushed my teeth and slipped into my underwear, shorts and a tee-shirt. As I reach the first floor, I find Ivan sitting at the island counter, quietly seeping his tea and eating toasts when I was expecting him to already be in the car.

"Aren't you ready? I thought you wanted to go with me?" I exclaim.

"Good morning, Pet," he replies sternly yet with a smug expression on his face.

"Sorry... yes... Good morning, Master..." I answer, reaching out for a peck. "So? Aren't you going?"

"Yes, I am."

"Let's go then!" I urge him impatiently.

"We've got time, Pet. Take a seat and have breakfast."

"It's too late, Master. It's past noon!"

"11:31," he replies after checking his watch.

"Impossible. Your alarm clock said 12 when I got out of the bathroom," I reply dryly, annoyed by the smirk on his lips, and as I look at the oven clock, it suddenly clicks in my head. "You didn't..." I sigh, taking a seat across from him and stealing a toast from his plate.

"Yes, I set the clock half an hour ahead on my second attempt at waking you up, lazy ass."

"Ugh, I almost freaked out."

"It was the point," he deadpans.

I am quite tempted to roll my eyes or to flip him the bird, but in the end, I just ignore him and enjoy my breakfast quietly. Ivan isn't one to talk much until he is done eating his first meal of the day, so I guess it suits him, and in any case, I don't want to get in trouble just before Joshua's arrival. After a quick trip back to the bathroom to brush our teeth, we head out and settle in the SUV, my eagerness rising a notch higher as Ivan drives off toward the airport.

"Pull down your shorts and briefs, Pet," Ivan orders barely five minutes into our ride.

"Wh..."

"Obey, Pet," he insists firmly.

Of course, he is going to use his dominance while he can. With the dark-tinted windows, I don't risk much, and I know he wouldn't put me in a difficult situation either; in fact, I find it exciting, so I quickly comply with his request and free my semi-hard.

"Get that cock hard for me, Pet... Stroke it... That's it, let me hear your moans, they're such sweet music to my ears..."

Despite my slow moves, it's not long before I get a full erection leaking precum and way before we reach LAX, I have turned into a moaning mess begging for his release, but Ivan stays focused on the road, singing along with Freddy Mercury and making sure to keep me edged by occasionally fondling my balls. By the time he parks the car, I am certain that his goal is to leave me with a blatant hard-on, and yet...

"Recline your backrest to the maximum, Pet," he orders as he switches off the engine and unfastens his belt.

I manipulate the handle on the right side of my seat until I am almost lying, witnessing the incredible lust in his eyes as he shifts toward me, kneels on his own seat and leans forward.

"Gimme those juices, Pet," he then purrs before taking my whole cock in his mouth.

Holy goodness! Ivan catches me off-guard, but since I have his permission, I let go of my self-restraint and allow the fire in balls to explode, reveling in how his throat constricts around my erection, prolonging my orgasm when he milks me dry.

"So good, Pet. Now hurry up to get dressed, we don't want Mister Joshua to wait and wonder what we're doing, do we?"

"And you?" I ask feverishly, still shaking a bit from my climax as I pull my clothes back on and readjust my semi-hard inside my briefs.

"Don't worry about me, Pet," he chuckles as we step out of the car and head toward the hall of the terminal. "I'll get my release tonight."

"You're working tonight."

"And?"

"Are you going to use a Sub?" I exclaim with mock offense.

"Hmm... I hadn't thought about that... My own Sub might be busy fucking with one of his best friends at the Heaven Water, so that's a good idea," he smirks.

"I know you're trying me here," I grunt.

"I'm not."

"I told Joshua we're in a relationship, why would I go hook up with other guys and Josh?"

"Who knows? No one knows with you and your naughty best friends. As long as you do that in the restrooms of the Heaven Water so that I can watch..."

"You're kidding me," I grouse, playfully punching his arm as we make it to the arrival hall.

"Of course, I am," he laughs out, roughly pulling me into a hug to whisper in my ear. "You're mine, Pet. Though if you really needed more liberty this week, I'd grant it to you or... oh my fuck..."

"What?" I grumble, curious to know what made him suddenly stiffen but unable to disentangle from his tight embrace.

"Or I'd gladly have a threesome with that gorgeous guy," he smirks, finally letting me pull back and turn around to look in the same direction.

And there he is. There is that gorgeous hunk of Joshua peering across the hall, and he looks so hot in his jeans and tee-shirt, as tanned as I am if not more. When his eyes eventually catch my waving hand, a wide smile spreads across his lips and despite his two suitcases, there he goes striding through the crowd.

"Behave, Pet. Don't abuse the boyfriendship," Ivan murmurs in my ear.

"No promises, Master," I smirk back just before Joshua joins us and loud cheers erupt. "So fuckin' good to see you, Bro!!!" I exclaim as I pull him into a hug.

"Fuck yeah!!"

The next couple of minutes occur in a noisy round and hugging dance with Joshua and I bellowing our reuniting joy while Ivan stares at us quite dumbfounded. Not only though. If I decipher a bit of jealousy on his face, I also don't fail to notice how he threateningly squints at me each time I get to face him while uttering a swearword. I'm sure he must be making mental notes in order to provide me with a list of incriminating evidence later.

"Dang, you look good!" I tell Josh as we finally calm down a bit.

"You don't look bad yourself, though perhaps a bit tired."

"Nah, I'm fine and I'm on holidays for the week, so..." I trail off, interrupting myself when I hear a throat-clearing. "Oh, Josh, here's Ivan, and Ivan, here's Josh!" I cheer by way of introductions.

"Hi, Ivan, it's nice to meet you at last. Aaron's told us so much about you," Josh says, extending a hand that Ivan roughly grabs only to pull him into his arms for a brief but tight embrace.

"Nice to meet you too, Joshua," the older man replies in his deepest voice as he pulls back. "Aaron's told me a lot about you too."

Yeah, Ivan probably knows more about my childhood friend than the reverse.

"Only good, hopefully..."

"Depends on how you define good," Ivan smirks mysteriously as he spins on his heels and already heads toward the parking lot.

"Huh... What did you tell him?" Josh whispers as we follow suit.

"Hmm... pretty much everything?" I try, containing my laughter.

"Fucking great."

"Don't worry, Joshy, Ivan already adores you."

"Yeah, if you say so..."

When we reach the car, we quickly shove the luggage into the trunk, and as Joshua squints curiously when he opens the back door, I realize that my seat is still in the position I left it earlier.

"Why's the passenger seat reclined like that?" he asks.

"Do you need a drawing, Mr. Sex God?" Ivan chuckles, winking at a stunned Joshua before he gets behind the steering wheel.

"Holy fuck... Did you guys... No... Don't tell me... I don't want to know what happened here..." my friend stutters while I get the backrest back into a normal position, making me laugh out.

"So? How was France?" I ask as we leave the airport.

"Fantastic! I loved Paris."

"Say more!" I urge him, shifting on my seat to look back at him.

"What can I say... I loved the architecture, the museums, the shops, the nightclubs, the food... French guys..." he says in a smug tone.

"Did you try some?"

"Of course, ahah, what do you think? Montre-moi ton joli p'tit cul... Hmm tu veux gouter mon bite..."

"Ma bite," Ivan corrects him.

"Do you speak French?" I ask quite bewildered.

"No, but I know a few words," Ivan chuckles. "Hopefully you told them a bit more than that, Joshua."

"Yeah, sure," my friend snorts.

"So, Aaron was right, you're really a horn dog."

"Did you tell him that?" Josh exclaims with mock offense.

"I also told him how clever and nice and generous and kind and adorable you are, don't worry. Tell me about Mark? Did he settle in well?"

Throughout the rest of our ride, Joshua tells us about the three weeks he spent in Paris and how he helped Mark to settle down in some sort of maid's room on the last floor of what the French call a Haussmann building, elegant and solid constructions of the 19th century. The apartment is small but very comfortable and well equipped with a sofa bed and a nice kitchenette, and he even has a private bathroom. At least Mark gets a place of his own, and the tenant's rules are much lighter than campus policies since he will be able to have friends – and boyfriends – over.

"Woah, beautiful mansion," Joshua whistles as we walk into the house.

"Thank you, make yourself at home," Ivan replies with a wink.

"By the way, thanks again for welcoming me. That's really nice of you."

"Oh, you're welcome. I wouldn't have it any other way, and it'll be much easier for you and Aaron than if you stayed in a hotel."

Yeah, more like you'll be able to keep an eye on us...

"Besides, the house is big, and it's not like there aren't enough guestrooms," I add.

"Speaking of, you should go and help Joshua settle down while I prepare lunch, Baby," Ivan suggests, leaning over to peck my lips before he heads to the kitchen.

"So cute..." Josh mewls as we go upstairs, each of us carrying a suitcase.

"Ahah, are we?"

"Yeah!"

Meanwhile, we have reached the upper floor, and once I have indicated that my and Ivan's bedroom is at the far end of the corridor, I push the first door to our left and walk into the second master bedroom which is just across from the guestroom I used to sleep in. Joshua's isn't as big as Ivan's but still nice with an attached bathroom and a walk-in closet, as well as a king size bed.

"Hey, I was wondering," Josh trails off as he sits on the bed, smugness so clear in his voice that I am expecting the worst, "if Ivan calls you baby, do you call him Daddy?"

For a few seconds, it feels like I am going to choke on my saliva. If only he knew that next weekend we are having the Daddy Kink Night at the Hell Fire, one that I have been dreading almost more than the Slave Night.

"No, I call him Papa," I eventually huff back, rolling my eyes and making my friend laugh.

"Hey, can I see that tattoo for real now?" Josh then asks eagerly, springing to his feet and reaching for me.

Of course, all my friends know about and have seen the tattoo through pictures I emailed to them, but none of the photos would look as great as it truly is, so I gladly oblige. Letting my shorts pool at my ankles, I tug down the left side of my boxer briefs for Josh to see the moon cradling the diamond imprinted on my hip, then pull it back up for him to see the stars trailing down the outer side of my thigh.

"Much nicer than on the picture, Ron," he whispers, crouching to rest the tip of his forefinger on each of the initials marked on my skin. "I can't say I'm particularly fond of tattoos, but I must admit that it looks great and I'm sincerely honored to feature on your body," he says with genuine emotion as he straightens up again while I readjust my underwear and shorts.

"That's just how much you guys and Ivan mean to me, Josh."

"Aww, you know how much we all love you and miss you too," he then says, pulling me into a tight hug.

"It's so good to see you, I'm glad you could make it here."

"Me too, and I well intend to make the most of our reunion. Have you made special plans?" he asks as we pull apart.

"Beach, hikes, lazing and clubbing. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a perfect last week of summer break!"

"Cool, let's go have lunch first before Ivan goes to work."

When we reach the kitchen, Ivan is standing at the main counter finishing the preparation of a salad of raw veggies and tuna, and I can't resist taking advantage of Joshua's presence by boldly groping my man's ass, making him startle a bit. Even if I know he might take his revenge later, none of the low rumble echoing from his chest or his discreet glower will impress me, and I'm far too elated to even fear a potential spanking later tonight.

Lunch occurs in a rather serious atmosphere since Ivan leads the conversation on Joshua's and my studies. Joshua is his usual ambitious self as he expects to wrap his bachelor's degree in three years and a half and to even maybe start a degree in architecture during his third or fourth year in Yale while I simply aim at completing my course, which is already nice for someone who never thought of pursuing a higher education.

Since Josh barely had any sleep on the plane and since I have planned to take him to the Heaven Water tonight, we spend most of the afternoon lazing around the swimming pool, and that evening, we enjoy a really good moment at Ivan's most famous club. The best is when Ivan joins us after midnight – thank goodness, dressed in casual clothes – which allows Joshua to hook up with a cutie who was openly ogling him.

I would have loved for the night to end in a foursome at home, but instead, when Ivan advises Joshua to take the guy to the naughty restrooms, we soon follow suit. I am almost expecting Ivan to order me to bend over the toilet bowl for a quickie, but once again, he surprises me with a mutual hand job. Nothing less, nothing more, and yet, knowing that my friend is in the stall next to us enhances my excitation tenfold, which results in a powerful orgasm that leaves me breathless and dizzy for a while.

All in all, the week goes quite uneventfully and very pleasantly despite a few moments of stress. Without a possibility to use the playroom at home, Ivan gets a little more tense even if it doesn't prevent us from having sex at night in our bedroom. Then, there is Josh and his inquisitive looks and meaningful questions. When I speak with my friends over the phone or through texts, it's much easier to hide my emotions than when I have to face them, so each time Joshua enquires about my relationship with Ivan, I really have a hard time keeping details from him and dodging his naughtiest remarks.

Nonetheless, Ivan plays his role to the perfection throughout the week. We obviously share boyfriend moments despite our lifestyle, going out on dates, cuddling or just holding hands when we walk, but the Dom/Sub relationship always prevails. And yet, it feels a bit weird to see him let me have more control in our attitudes. Whether it's about asking me to choose restaurants, not watching over my every move, controlling his anger on Tuesday when Josh and I turn in later than planned after a shopping afternoon downtown or just mocking a needy lover begging for hugs and kisses, he is purely amazing.

Oh, his dominance never goes very far, only getting much subtler and very well contained, but I enjoy it greatly while I can. This is certainly going to backfire at me once Josh leaves, and Ivan will certainly make me pay premium price for all my sassiness and boldness throughout the week, but it's still worth it, and meanwhile, I truly enjoy my childhood friend's presence.

Whether it's at the beach, on hikes, while shopping or just being at home, Josh and I value every single minute we spend together; it's not even about catching up since we regularly talk; it's more about simply being around one another and having fun like two friends would on a daily basis. Music is a major topic as we get to make each other discover our latest respective findings, and although Josh's favorite band will probably always remain the Red Hot Chili Peppers, he suddenly finds a true passion for Queen and Freddie Mercury – to Ivan's greatest joy.

Another of our main topics throughout this week is Camden. Josh was able to see him during the last week of July in Collingswood and he's a bit concerned by our friend. He looked tired and confessed that his first year was harder than he thought, even if he largely succeeded. However, between his side job to finance part of his course and his hard work to assimilate his lessons, I bet that Cam hasn't benefited from more than an average-four-or-five-hour nights throughout the whole year. Our friend has always been a heavy sleeper, contrary to Mark and Josh, and I know he needs more than that.

Unfortunately, his two-week vacation at home wasn't very restful either.

Sony was extremely demanding, wanting to get the most of his big brother's time while he could enjoy him. When I spoke with him once he had returned to Boston, Cam said that he didn't mind and absolutely loved taking care of his baby brother, but I could tell he was worried and I had a hard time extorting information from him.

He eventually confessed that although his mother seemed to have gathered her shit together – having found a decent and permanent job – he still didn't entirely trust her on her alcoholic addiction because he found a couple of whisky bottles. Cam pulled out his authoritative self and had long conversations with her, threatening to call social services, even if he believes that Sony would only get worse if he were placed in a foster family.

It turns out that the little boy has taken up residence in Cam's bedroom because he says that it helps him to deal with his fears and nightmares in his brother's absence. In fact, he slept with Cam the whole time he was there, which resulted in a rather awkward situation one day when Cam woke up and found Sony sitting on the bed and staring at his big brother's tented shorts. As far as I remember, I started waking up with morning wood when I was seven or eight, so I bet Sony knows what an erection is, and it certainly happens to him too, but talk about a weird position for Cam.

In any event, Sony is indeed better off at home with their mother, and when Cam said that he might try to get an additional job to afford more visits to New Jersey, I reasoned him otherwise. For one, it wouldn't help his exhaustion, and then, the situation isn't that bad since Mrs. Hall has made huge progress in terms of stability and healthy behavior. That's a point on which both Joshua and I agree, and another is that Cam's anger management issues are more concerning.

The only way Cam found to alleviate some of his inner violence is through rough sex with random hook-ups, which is fine for as long as his partners consent to it, but I'm afraid it might escalate to trickier problems in the future if he ever gets rejected. I advised him to perhaps try a therapy, but sadly, he immediately shut the conversation – and even hung up. My sole success is that I managed to convince him to always use condoms after I told him about Ivan's seropositivity, and that's at least that.

* * *

On Friday, it's eleven in the morning when Joshua meets me at the island counter for breakfast, still looking a bit sleepy after a short night since it was 5am when we returned from the Heaven Water earlier.

"These youths..." Ivan laughs out as he pops in the kitchen, already dressed in jeans and a hugging tee-shirt. "Look at those tired faces."

"We got home late," I argue.

"And I even later. Yet I got up at 9:30, spent almost an hour at the gym, had breakfast, showered and see? I'm ready to go to work," he teases.

"Good for you," I grunt. "And good luck with work. On our side we'll just enjoy a quiet day, lazing by the swimming pool."

My sass earns me a brief and discreet glare full of promises, but I couldn't care less right now.

"And I'm not tired, just sleepy because I just woke up," Josh deadpans. "I've never needed much sleep. I only need coffee and I'll be good."

"Yeah, right. Enjoy your day, Boys. Don't forget I'm picking you up at 6 to go to the airport."

"We'll be ready. You have a nice day, Baby," I smirk, and when Ivan leans down to kiss me goodbye, he seizes the opportunity to bite my lips in a way that clearly means it's almost time to settle our accounts.

Perhaps I should find a way to make Joshua stay a little longer?

Sadly, he is flying back to New Jersey tonight to spend one last long weekend with his parents before he returns to Yale for a new schoolyear, and I already feel grateful for his visit. I wish I had had all my best friends here in Los Angeles, but one is better than none at all.

Josh and I definitely agree on a quiet day at home, so after our copious breakfast, we go to change into shorts and sneakers to work out at the gym for a long hour. Joshua has always loved physical training, and having discovered Ivan's private gym, he decided that he would have one in his house later once his studies are over and he starts a life on his own. Knowing him and how well he is financially doing with his Stock Market games, raking in dollars, he certainly won't start with a tiny apartment like most people do, so I trust him to fulfill his dreams and to show his father that he can do even better. The gym session ends in the swimming pool where we swim a few lengths to refresh before we finish lying flat on our stomachs over beach towels, drying out under the sun.

"I'm worrying a bit for you, Ron..." Josh suddenly whispers out of the blue.

"Why would you?" I ask, trying a nonchalant tone as unpleasant foreboding tingles churn in my guts.

"Dunno, Bro," he sighs. "I just can't help feeling that something's off... between you and Ivan."

"You've been around for five days, Josh. Enough to see that I'm perfectly fine!" I cheer with a chuckle, hoping it will be enough to reassure him.

"I'm not saying you're not fine, Ron. You two obviously look happy together, and I'm really glad about that. It's just... I don't know, I can't pinpoint it. Maybe it's the age difference."

"Are you saying that Ivan's old?" I exclaim playfully, opening my eyes and propping myself up on my elbows, Josh doing the same.

"Well, he's forty... you're eighteen. That..."

"Almost nineteen," I cut him.

"Eighteen, nineteen... That's still over twenty years apart. For fuck's sake, he could be your father," he grouses in a low tone, making me laugh.

"But he's not and you've seen him. He doesn't look his age at all. He barely looks thirty."

"True... He's a gorgeous hunk," Josh admits with a smirk. "All the same, he's old."

"Or not..." I grunt.

"Sorry, Bro... I didn't mean to be judgmental, and honestly, I'm not. As long as you're happy with him, that's fine with me."

"I am, Josh, don't worry."

"I just think I couldn't be with someone not my age," he continues, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, sure... We'll see about that when you reach your thirties or forties and start looking for younger twinks," I chuckle, and Josh rolls his eyes.

"Are you truly happy, Ron?" he then asks very seriously.

"I am."

"Do you love him?"

Ugh... what the fuck with that question!?

How am I supposed to answer that when I don't have the beginning of a response myself.

Over the last months, I have strongly strived to rein in my feelings for Ivan, containing my emotions. It's the only way I found to protect myself because deep down, I know that our relationship isn't bound to last, at least not this way. Not as a Dominant and a Submissive. We aren't like Marcus and Sam, so I would rather avoid flying too high because the fall might be hard enough as it is.

"Naaaaah..." I reply dismissively.

"You gotta be kidding me, Ron," Josh laughs out. "How long have you two been together? Seven months? Eight months?"

"A little over eight months actually."

"How the fuck can you be with someone you supposedly don't love for so long?"

"Good question..." I reply thoughtfully, thinking about all I have gone through since I signed a contract with Ivan. "I do like him... a lot. I mean, he's gorgeous, generous, kind, passionate, gentle... What's there not to like in him?"

"So, you love him."

"No, it's not love, more like a slight... infatuation. I really adore him because... he's teaching me a lot and I have a huge admiration for him, but if our relationship was to end, we'd remain very close friends," I reply, sticking my tongue out.

"Jeez, that piercing... I'll never get used to it," he breathes out, shuddering.

"Don't worry, Ivan got used to it," I smirk.

"Kinky guy..." he chuckles.

"That, he is. Want a taste on your tongue?" I laugh out, wiggling my eyebrows and causing Josh to gawk at me.

"You're in a relationship, Ron!"

"And? Didn't Ivan confirm that we're in a rather open relationship, often involving other guys? It'd only be a kiss and it wouldn't be our first time kissing, Joshy," I smirk, now craving to share some sort of intimate touch with my friend.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

What's wrong with you, Ron? Nothing. You're just being your greedy self, always ready for any sort of affection or sexual touch with one of your best friends. Is that anything new? Not really...

Contrary to our previous reunion in Boston, there hasn't been any sex between Josh and me. We did share sensual moves and humping while dancing at the Heaven Water, but it didn't go any further. My guess is that we both refrained because of my relationship with Ivan, and although Ivan said he wouldn't mind, I wonder how he would react.

Such a stupid question... It would turn him on to no end. If anything, he might just scold you for not doing it in his presence.

Josh doesn't let me dwell on this for too long as he leans to the side and attaches his lips to mine. They first move very softly, almost shyly, until they part and allow our tongues to meet. Their tips make contact in the sweetest way, rediscovering each other after long months, but they soon start whirling together for a deeper kiss. For a while, I let Josh get familiar with the jewel on my tongue, the tip of his wet muscle playing with the bead, before I take back control, more powerfully leading the dance.

I have gotten used to the piercing and know how to use it, though mostly when I suck a dick. Adding more pressure while I rub it against Josh's tongue, my friend soon begins to moan loudly through our kiss, until he abruptly pulls back.

"Fuck!" he groans. "That thing's not bad actually. You bet Ivan loves it!"

"He does..." I smirk.

"Shit! You got me all hard," he then grunts, jumping to his feet.

"Where are you going?" I ask through my laughter as he starts for the house.

"Toilets! I need to jack off!" he grouses.

"Want my piercing to help?" I call out, but I only get a raised middle finger in answer.

Shit! I'm hard too! Sadly, the Sub in me knows he can't go get release on his own, so I just end up diving in the swimming pool, hoping that the relatively fresh water will deflate my cock.

The rest of our afternoon goes uneventfully. We spend a short moment packing up his luggage and tidying up the guestroom, then just laze around the pool talking about the upcoming schoolyear. Like I said, Josh has decided to take a lot of classes to try and have his bachelor's degree in three and a half years instead of four while I just aim at graduating. This is going to be hard work, but both of us have faith in each other's cleverness and strength to do this.

Josh is quite eager to go back to the campus after these two long months out of school. To see new faces too. July was terrible for him around his parents, with his father keeping him on a tight leash while they were in Brazil, and then back in Collingswood, and although he apparently caught up with plenty of French guys while in Paris with Mark, he can't wait to see what Yale has to offer in terms of first-year cuties.

As planned, Ivan picks us up at 6pm to drive Josh to the airport and there's quite a lot of emotion before we part. It felt great to have one of my best friends around for a few days and I'm going to miss him, but it sort of rekindled me and I am ready to resume my life with Ivan as it is. The next schoolyear is going to be tough and I know I'll need his support to meet my goals.

At the same time, this little week of freedom has brought back my urges for dominance and I wonder how much more submission I can take. Over the past two months, my desire for emancipation has grown further, at least in terms of sex. After the Slave Night end of June, it took me quite a while to recover from the physical trauma. It was expected and Ivan was amazing since the aftercare I benefited from didn't last any less than three weeks.

Yes, three weeks.

Physically speaking, the Slave Night was truly exhausting and I spent three full days in bed – Doctor Neely's orders... – lying flat on my stomach with Ivan fussing around and looking after me with the sweetest care. Long hours of massages to assuage the stiffness in my muscles. Sweet and gentle massages of my anus with an anti-inflammatory cream to help it heal – poor thing was completely swollen and irritated after what it went through. Many blowjobs while lying on my side and not once did Ivan accept that I return the favor.

Fuck! All this delightful treatment was almost worth the Slave Night!

And it didn't stop there. Ivan and Marcus agreed that my ass had to be forbidden territory for at least three weeks to completely heal from the fisting and the gangbang. Meanwhile, it doesn't mean that we didn't have sex. Once I got to feel better and returned to the Hell Fire, Ivan and I indulged in threesomes with other Subs and most of the time, I was allowed to top them for my utmost pleasure, and there were many foursomes with Marcus and Sam. Too bad it didn't last any longer and trust me, after three weeks without fucking me, Ivan knew how to claim his property back.

Psychologically speaking, the Slave Night wore its toll on me, but not necessarily in a bad way. The subdrop I experienced the following day – weeping like a baby for no reason, feeling so low and depressed – was bad enough, but nothing that Ivan couldn't sort out through loads of cuddles and gentle attentions. The best was the huge respect I earned from all my fellow Subs at the club. It would take an entire book to describe all the praise I heard the first time I stepped back into the locker room. The guys told me how impressive my performance was and said they'd never have been able to handle a tenth of it.

It felt weird at first, because looking back on the event, yes, it was hard and there are things that I wouldn't repeat again, like pee-drinking, catheterization, flogging on my privates – these have now been set as hard limits – but all in all, none of it was unbearable to the point I had to safeword. I surely didn't enjoy everything, yet, it remains a night I had to experience, I believe. Sam thinks that it's because I'm much stronger than them. Perhaps. This comforts me in the thought that I should be a good Dom.

On the Dominants' side, the Slave Night earned me mitigated reactions. There were a few men – like that jerk of Master Obnoxious Ryan – who teased me to no end, but Ivan quickly shut them up. However, the vast majority praised me highly, petting my hair with gentle caresses and confessing long speeches of comfort. This had to touch me deeply, but above all, I relished in the prideful looks of Ivan. He boasted off a lot after this, to say the least.

After the three days I spent in bed, he gave me a few more days off, but I was soon able to resume the job I had started after the end of the schoolyear mid-June as a waiter and bartender at the Hell Fire. I had hoped for such a job way before, but according to my Master, my studies had to come first, and I was allowed to work only when my first year in college was over. This is a great opportunity to train on customer-relations skills, especially in such an environment where you have to deal with two categories of people. Obviously, you don't handle Subs and Doms in the same way and I'm getting to learn a lot around the staff.

Along with this, Ivan has involved me more and more in the club organization. I was eventually able to finalize the project for a proper Subs' room and thanks to the slower activity of the Hell Fire in August, Ivan had it built and settled within two weeks, allowing us to finally enjoy a more comfortable space with large communal showers, a few individual stalls, more toilets, and even a small kitchenette area for the Subs who wish to have dinner here before they go and enjoy a kinky night at the club. Needless to say all the Subs welcomed the new room with joy, and I just loved to see them so happy with the result.

More recently, Ivan has made me work on the Daddy Kink Night. Other than the fact that this kink doesn't really appeal to me despite the age difference with my Dominant, it's been a very interesting job. Partaking in the decisions, submitting ideas and helping with the choice of decorations and activities has also helped me to accept the thought of having to experience that special event. There are things I won't like, and Ivan has kept a few surprises secret for me, but it'll make the whole ordeal more bearable.

Hopefully...

Anyway, I have many more ideas blooming in my head in terms of organization and functioning for the Hell Fire, but as they say, one step at a time. I need Ivan to trust me more and once I get to another role, perhaps it'll be easier to pass on my thoughts.

"Aren't we going home?" I ask when I see him take another direction once we have left the airport.

"I can't have heard that well," he grunts.

Hmm... The Dom is already back.

"Aren't we going home, Master?"

"Nope."

The tone is rather dry and unsettling, but his hand reaching for my crotch and squeezing hard helps me guess what he has in mind. I bet we're going to the Hell Fire. Weird, since I thought he wanted me in full form for tomorrow's event. His hand doesn't leave my groin throughout the entire ride to the club and by then, I'm hard as fuck and ready to explode in my boxer briefs from the rough groping.

"I don't have my clothes, Master..." I whisper when I see him pull out his duffle bag and two paper bags from the trunk.

"You won't need any, Pet," he retorts seriously. "I've slipped your collar inside," he continues, handing me one of the paper bags, "that's all you'll need tonight. You may have dinner in the Subs' room, but I want you naked and kneeling by my feet in forty-five minutes."

"I... I need... my enema kit..." I stutter as I follow him through the back door of the Hell Fire.

"Won't be necessary. I'll see you later," he concludes, heading toward his office and leaving me in the hall.

Fuck... What does he have in mind again?

I'm not worried because I know he wouldn't fuck my dirty ass, but just in case, I might use my fingers to roughly clean up my insides while showering. It's quite early, so there aren't many people in the Subs' room when I get there, but none of my favorite friends will join unfortunately. I know that Connor and Sam wanted to rest tonight to enjoy tomorrow to the fullest, and although their contract is about to end, Kwonmin's Dom took him on a vacation to Las Vegas and they're coming back tomorrow.

I still join a group of guys I know well enough, ignoring the one bitchy Sub who smirks at me when I walk in, and while I eat the sandwich Ivan bought for me, we chat around the Daddy Kink Night. One of them, Todd, is already deep into that kink with his Dom, so he eagerly looks forward to the special night and says there will probably be new activities to discover. One of the things Ivan hasn't told me about is the dress code and I wonder if we will be groomed with sleepsuits like babies. That could be fun.

Sobs coming from the bathroom area suddenly catch my attention, though. Pressing a finger to my lips to shut my mates up, I get up and silently walk around the corner to see what's going on. Anger courses through my veins when I take in the scene occurring before my eyes. Earl and Lewis, the cute siblings, have cowered on the floor of the communal shower while Jimmy is towering them, facing away from me. Earl is cuddling and soothing Lewis, wiping tears from his cheeks though his are just as damp.

"You're so mean," Earl sobs.

"Mean? Not likely. More like objective. Yours isn't better by the way," the tall guy whispers, doubling over with quietened laughter. "I've never seen such little pricks. I'm sure they could feature in the Guinness Book of Records!"

"Just shut up and leave us alone," Earl whimpers.

"No wonder none of you could be Doms. Your dicks wouldn't have more effects than a thermometer. Can't even call these pins dicks actually... Even a thermometer is longer and thicker!!"

Enough is enough.

I have heard this guy hurt too many people over the nine months I've spent at the Hell Fire. He is just a nuisance that I have already reported to Ivan many times, but it seems like none of the private or public punishments he got will drill a good lesson into his head. Even if he has periods of better behavior, he just spends almost all his evenings here pestering the weakest Subs, sometimes dragging other more wicked Subs in his wake, and this is becoming unbearable.

This place should be our safe haven. When I asked Ivan to design a new Subs' room, I insisted on getting that kitchenette so that Subs could share more time together and away from their Doms, to vent on their problems, ask for advice and get the support they might need from others. He welcomed the idea with heavy praise, saying it was a great idea.

After a little incident that involved a Dom to barge into our former locker room to fetch his Sub who was late, making quite a few Subs freak out, Ivan even forbid all the Doms to ever access the Subs' room, making it our private place. The only individuals allowed in are the Subs, Ivan, Master Mike and security guys. This place has truly become our sanctuary, and Subs are getting used to a warm atmosphere, exchanging a lot on our lifestyle. However, Jimmy keeps ruining everything and I just can't stand this anymore.

"EARL SAID TO LEAVE THEM ALONE!" I boom, causing silence to fall in the room as Jimmy startles and spins on his heels to face me, a smirk drawing on his face.

"Aww... The Master Dom's bitch can growl?" he chants in a mocking high-pitched tone.

His words don't reach me, though. I have come to let his mean remarks fly over my head and I have stopped caring. Deep down, I feel like I could slap him, or even beat the crap out of him, but I know how violence doesn't necessarily help in certain situations. In fact, words sometimes have a stronger impact. Besides, engaging in a fight would get me in trouble.

"The bitch is asking you to shut up and leave these guys alone," I state dryly.

"And who do you think you are to give me orders, Slave? Does being the Master Dom's slut give you privileges?" he replies with heavy sarcasm.

Straightening up and glaring at him, I quietly and slowly walk toward him, and I'm glad to see that as I get closer, he takes steps back until he collides into the wall. Although I wish I could just smash his face, I have no intention to touch him and stop two feet away.

"It actually does. And you'll soon get a taste of it. Again."

"Of course, you're such a snitch..." he snorts.

"Yep, but only when people deserve it. I don't like oppressors."

"I don't give a shit. Worse case, I'll earn another public spanking. Brrr... I'm scared," he snarks, laughing out loud.

"Not this time. It'll be much worse," I reply in an icy tone that makes him cower.

"Oh yeah...? And how would you know that...?" he asks in a not-so-confident voice.

"You see, being the Master Dom's Sub and living with him has gotten me some closeness with said Master Dom, and the same Master Dom has been quite prone to listen to my advice recently," I trail off in the sternest tone I can muster. "Punishments are supposed to drill a message after a mistake; to help Subs become better men. And I know what sort of punishment would definitely get some sense into you," I add in a very low voice.

"I... I... I... don't believe... you..." he stammers.

"Do as you please, Jimmy. You'll find out soon enough in any case. Meanwhile, leave these guys alone," I conclude before I head toward the poor creatures who are still snuggled against one another on the floor in a corner of the shower. "You okay?" I ask softly, crouching in front of them.

Tears start spilling again from Lewis's eyes and his brother tries to comfort him.

"Hey..." I say, resting a gentle hand on Lewis' knee. "Don't pay attention to that jerk, he's not worth it."

"He's been so mean," Earl replies. "As if it wasn't difficult enough for Lewis... He's always been so hung-up about... this..."

"Hey, Lewis... Look at me," I whisper, pulling on his chin and I'm met with such adorable teary eyes. "The size of your dick doesn't really matter."

"Says the one who has a bigger penis than most of the Doms here," he replies with a small voice.

"And? Does it have much use right now? I'm a Sub for now. It's not like I'm going to use it much to pleasure guys, right? And even then, what's the most important? Does it prevent you from getting blissful orgasms?"

"No..."

"Do Doms make fun of you?"

"No!! Never!!"

"Some Doms even say they love his little shaft because it's cute and they always find ways to make him feel good," Earl cheers.

"If I were a Dom, I promise I'd worship your cute cock and make you feel great. And see the good side... If you get it locked in a cage, you won't feel any pain when it swells," I add on a more playful tone, wiggling my eyebrows.

"You're funny when you do that," Lewis eventually chuckles, blushing deeply.

"When I do what?"

"The thing with your brows..."

"Oh that?" I ask, doing it again and I'm glad to see him laugh more.

After a bit more comforting and once I have made sure that the boys are alright, I hurry back to fetch my duffle bag, then remember that I don't have any. I still grab the paper bag with my collar, clear my side of the table, thank the other Subs who praise me for having handled the situation in the best possible way, and strip off my clothes by my locker. Once everything has been put in the metal cupboard, I rush to the communal showers and operate a thorough clean-up of my body, shamelessly inserting my fingers inside my ass to clean it too. Using one of the spare towels, I wipe myself dry, realizing that I must be quite late now.

Damned Jimmy! It'll be his fault if I get punished.

As I walk into the Hell Fire, I immediately spot Ivan on his favorite couch, staring at his watch. This means what it means. Just as much as the sigh of exasperation I hear as I kneel between his legs.

"Permission to speak, Master?" I ask right away, wanting to get his attention.

"You'd better have a good reason for being late, Pet. Look up and speak," he grunts.

"I apologize, Master, there was an incident in the Subs' room."

"What kind of incident?"

"Err... The Jimmy-sort of incident..."

"Explain."

I allow myself a discreet sigh of relief and recount everything that happened earlier with full details. I even play the honesty card, confessing I had a hard time suppressing my urge to smash Jimmy's face, but decided against it, maturely, and to avoid problems of my own.

"Jimmy's seriously getting on my nerves," Ivan seethes angrily. "But I must praise you on your perfect behavior, Pet. You did really good and I'm proud of you. Without even realizing it, you learned another important virtue. Prudence. Do you know what this is?"

"Yes, prudence is the ability to govern and discipline ourselves by the use of reason."

"Indeed, Pet. Prudence is the mother of all virtues and it's often associated with wisdom and knowledge. Here, your ability to judge between virtuous and vicious was judicious. You chose to use your brain over your inner anger. Words over fists. Well done, Pet!"

"Thank you, Master," I reply gratefully.

"May I ask what you had in mind when you told him about that sanction?"

"Well..." I hesitate, not really liking that suck-up role, yet I think Jimmy truly deserves to be taught a good lesson.

"Come on, I'm curious," he encourages me.

"Punishments aren't supposed to be pleasant, Master, as you taught me. Jimmy's a borderline masochist who relishes in spankings... especially public ones. At the end of the day, he always gets what he wants... He even often gets to come afterwards..."

"Hmm... That's true in a way. What do you suggest?"

"I think a short ban from the club would have more effect, Master," I try. "Doesn't have to be long... But being deprived of what he truly loves, that is, being at the club, it would teach him a good lesson."

"Hmm... sounds like a good plan, Pet. And I have an additional idea... Yeah, I like that. I'll think about it. Well done, Pet," he praises me with a caress through my hair that makes me purr despite the off-tone in his voice.

"So, am I forgiven for being late, Master?" I ask politely.

"Yes, Pet. Of course. Now I want you to take good care of my cock because I fucking need release after this lovey-dovey week," he smirks.

"You did get some release, Master," I retort playfully.

"Suck," he orders firmly. "Give Daddy more pleasure."

"As much as you want, Master," I reply with respect.

"I'm counting on it, Pet. I'm going to prepare you for tomorrow evening. Hopefully you still have some space in your stomach because you'll get loads of milk tonight," Ivan smirks while he unzips the front of his pants to free his manhood.

Hmm... Why do I think that I'm in for a long evening of sucking?

Oh well, at least I'll get to taste Ivan's delicious saltiness again...

His rules about cum-swallowing have recently changed after my last two monthly appointments with Marcus. After the Slave Night, I had to go through a full medical check-up with blood analysis. Safety is always a sacred matter for Ivan and during such a special event, he really tries his best to keep his babies safe from STDs and other risks, but just in case, he had me checked up by his doctor friend. HIV is obviously his worst fear.

That day, Marcus told him that it was proven there were little to no risks transmitting HIV through oral sex as long as the receiver's mouth is healthy and that swallowing contaminated semen wasn't a problem since the stomach's enzymes and acid may inactivate the virus. In fact, Marcus says that there aren't any documented reports of people having been infected by the virus through oral sex so far.

It took a lot of convincing and Marcus had to prepare several published articles for my following visit, but Ivan eventually yielded. Marcus also believes that a seropositive person who receives antiretroviral treatment is even less at risk of transmitting the virus because HIV rates in their fluids fall significantly.

It has been involving even stricter rules for me in terms of mouth hygiene and check-up – I am only allowed soft toothbrushes, I have to use specific mouthwashes and the careful examination I have to do before a blowjob has become more thorough – but for the past few weeks, I have had the pleasure to taste my man's juices occasionally, and they're so fucking good.

So, yes, Master. My stomach has room for a few loads!

Published on 12 August 2020

Hey there, Readers. First off, I'd like to apologize for the delay in posting this chapter and for my lack of answers to comments lately. The first is explained by the fact that I was sick and the second one was due to a really heavy load of work that left me with little to no time to spend on Wattpad.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter which was heavily amended and developed compared to its draft version. It was nice to see a bit of Joshua again, and there was so much to fit into this chapter, starting with Aaron's growing maturity. From the next chapters, you'll get to see a progression in his annoyance with his submission phase, so get ready for a bit of tension and mistakes.

Beforehand, it'll be time to see that Daddy kink night, and as a fair warning, know that this themed night is probably one of the silliest I ever wrote.

See you next week for another update!