Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 62
Public Punishment

Saturday 13 November 2004

"Aaron's in pain..." Sam breathes out, looking at Ivan and Marcus with much hope.

As if it was going to change anything.

As if it was going to soothe their anger.

As if it was going to avoid us getting punished for what we did.

As if it was going to alleviate our guilt...

Realization seems to hit Ivan, though, since he peeks at the condom again, then at my cock, and rushes to squat in front of me as Sam cowers to my side. Ivan grabs the rubber to have a better look at it while Marcus makes me lie down on the floor and unceremoniously seizes my manhood between his fingers.

"Did you come?" Ivan asks dryly.

"I... I had an orgasm," I confess, shame hoarsening my voice.

What sounded like an exciting idea under the shower while making out with Sam has now turned into embarrassment and guilt. I can tell that Marcus and Ivan are extremely upset with us. Despite our lifestyle being what it is, a kinky one with a lot of partner-swapping, BDSM has rules and we infringed quite a few ones. Discipline will be more than welcome as it will allow us to expiate for our misdeed, and we will certainly take whatever our Doms deem necessary to forgive us, but meanwhile, reading the disappointment on their faces hurts. And sadly, punishing us isn't their priority right now.

"Shit... Retrograde ejaculation," Marcus grumbles.

"You sure?"

"Looks like it. Where does it hurt, Aaron?" Marcus.

"It's not that painful," I grouse.

"Where!?" Ivan growls.

"In my shaft and... not sure, further inside... What's that retro-thing you mentioned?" I ask calmly.

"Didn't you listen to Jack earlier? He mentioned it," Ivan replies, and he really sounds exasperated.

"It's retrograde ejaculation," Marcus explains more quietly. "Or injaculation as some people call it. This is when something blocks your semen and prevents the ejaculation. Instead of streaming out, your spunk goes back along your urethra and into your bladder. It's not supposed to be extra-painful. In fact, it happens to many men with prostate problems and there are even natural ways to do this by pressing on that muscle between your scrotum and your anus. It's not even dangerous as your body will evacuate the semen next time you take a piss, but it can be painful in certain situations after a lot of stimulation and especially when it's the first time you climax with something that blocks your milk."

"Do you mean... my cum went to my bladder?" I exclaim with horror.

"Yes, it did, but like I said, it's okay," he reassures me as he removes the ring and small plug from my cock to start a thorough examination of my slit, but the door reopens at that moment, and Jimmy walks in.

Fuck! Of all people, it had to be him. His eyes quickly travel all over the area where we are and I'm pretty sure that his perverted mind has already gathered what happened here as a mischievous glint brightens his eyes.

"Oops... Sorry I interrupted... I just needed something from my locker, but I'll come back later, Master Ivan."

Before Ivan can react or say something, Jimmy rushes out and slams the door shut. Let's hope he keeps his mouth shut. Should the news break through the rest of the club, I can't begin to imagine how Ivan would feel, or how angrier he will get. Marcus doesn't let me dwell on this, though, as he resumes his examination of my genitals.

"There's no blood... just a bit of seminal fluid... no irritation... Does it really hurt a lot, Aaron?"

"No... it's more like a dull sensation. I just wasn't expecting this," I reply, lowering my head.

"It's all good, Ivan. You needn't worry. It'll just be a light pain for a few hours, but it should have gone by tomorrow morning," Marcus concludes, recovering his angry mask.

"Get on your hands and knees, Pet," Ivan quickly barks.

Fuck... Punishment is coming faster than I thought. I comply, though, stifling a grunt as the other toy shifts and weighs down between my legs.

"You even removed the cock ring," Ivan mutters as he begins to gently pull on the metal rod. "Relax, Pet, and push," he orders, but my anus is firmly holding the ball. "Take deep breaths and loosen up. I need to take this out properly and without hurting you, because I well intend to put it back very quickly," he warns threateningly.

After a minute of deep breathing, I eventually manage to relax and Ivan retrieves the toy from my ass, making me sigh with relief. Even if the damn thing has to get back in at some point – probably because he didn't get to enjoy it – I much prefer this than fissures or worse from a tough extraction.

"You, two... ON YOUR KNEES AND AT ATTENTION!"

The booming order nearly has me startling and cowering, but deep down, I wasn't expecting any less. I want Ivan's forgiveness and I am ready to accept whatever punishment he will decide upon, so I quickly shift back to my knees beside a shivering Sam, making sure that my right thigh connects with his to bring him the little comfort I can for the moment.

"What the fuck went through your heads?" Ivan asks.

I believe that my friend is in no state to speak, so I'm afraid I will have to take charge. What the heck am I going to say? Now that they have found out, our previous eagerness to defy their authority with sex on our own sounds like a horrible mischief. Lack of respect. Unloyalty. Disobedience. Fuck! That's a lot. And yet, I can't find much regret within me. Well, I do, somehow, because I hate disappointing Ivan, but the empowering feelings I got felt so good... and revealing for me.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to relish in this, so I quickly grab myself together and decide to go for honesty.

"Both Sam and I had a lot to vent tonight. That's one of the reasons why this Subs' room exists, after all," I begin to explain, shrugging my shoulders lightly. "All in all, it started well, since I reasoned Sam regarding the matter that opposes him to Master Marcus," I continue, peeking briefly at the scowling doctor, "like Sam also reasoned me with regards to my anger toward you and all of today's edging, Master."

"Then how did it escalate to this?" Marcus growls.

"My fault, Master," Sam suddenly squeals beside me. "It's all my fault."

"Not your fault," I grumble. "Our fault."

"I was the one to coax you into having sex and..."

"We both did, Sam," I seethe through a whisper before I return my attention to Ivan. "While we prepped, I told Sam about our afternoon and it... I mean... those toys... they aroused us, and we were still a bit mad at you and... we knew we'd get in trouble, but... You two already had us have sex before, so we didn't really consider this as cheating... It sounded like we were just going to breech the rule for not asking your permission first and... that we could handle a little spanking later..."

"A little spanking?" Ivan huffs. "Do you guys really think that this only deserves a little spanking?"

"Think again, boys, cause you're so mistaken," Marcus concurs with bitter smugness.

"Oh, we might involve spanking in the process, but trust me, there'll be more and you won't like any of it. You boys are such a disappointment tonight."

"Not mentioning that it was completely careless. How could you try such experiments with new toys on, not knowing how Aaron would deal with them? So irresponsible," Marcus adds, making us shudder once more.

"Sorry, Master..." Sam and I mumble apologetically.

"Right. Enough for tonight," Ivan states firmly. "Marcus, if you don't mind, I'd like to have these idiots punished together."

"Exactly my thought."

"I suggest we all go back home. I'll give you a call tomorrow morning to let you know what I'm thinking of and we can meet here tomorrow evening to sanction those two culprits. What do you think?"

"Perfect with me."

"Now you both clean up your mess here and get dressed. Meet us on the parking lot in half an hour the latest," Ivan orders before they both leave.

It doesn't bode anything good. Knowing Ivan, it is probably all set in his mind, and to be honest, I am quite curious to find out, but my immediate priority is to soothe my friend who has started crying.

"Hey, Sam, it'll be okay," I try to reassure him, grabbing his hand.

"I'm so sorry, Aaron..."

"What? No!" I exclaim as I rise us to our feet and pull him into a hug.

"I really fucked up making you do this."

"You didn't, and I remind you that I wanted it too."

"But I initiated it..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm sorry you're feeling so bad for Marcus now."

"I don't... I mean... Yes, a bit, because he'll be angry, but... I'm more sorry that I made you break such important rules when you're so ready to become a Dom... It's not going to help your argumentation with Ivan."

Damn it... I hadn't considered this aspect of the ordeal. It was so immature of me. Does that mean I'm not ready to become a Dominant? A Dom wouldn't have reacted this way, and this leaves me very perplexed and annoyed. How the hell am I going to buy myself back? How am I going to prove that I can do better than this and be responsible?

"Don't worry, Sam. I'll find a way," I whisper, trying to convince myself as much as him. "We should hurry up and avoid making them wait any longer. Will you be alright?"

"Sure, I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm good too. I don't really care about the punishment. I mean, yes, I do, in a way... I hate having upset Ivan, but I'm ready. I'll deal with whatever he decides upon."

"Me too," Sam replies with a small smile that quickly fades. "Though, we're in for something tough I guess."

"We'll be together. We'll support each other," I say, taking comfort in my own words.

Barely fifteen minutes later, we have cleaned the mess on the bench, the toys, and dressed back into our clothes. After a last encouraging hug, we head out for the parking lot at the back of the club and I am glad to see we are early, thus making us first by our Doms' cars and waiting for them patiently. They join us a few minutes later and after some quick – and icy stern – goodbyes, Ivan and I are on our way home.

The temperature outside is pretty warm for mid-November, but inside the car, it feels like I'm stark naked in Alaska during one of those ice storms. As Sam's words rehearse in my head, making my stomach churn with shame and guilt, I choose to be on my best behavior and remain silent, head lowered, throughout the whole ride. If Ivan wants to speak, he will initiate a conversation, so I'd better not push him unless I want to prove him I'm completely immature.

Once parked in front of the mansion, I even respect rules I rarely do, and wait for him to open my door before I step out of the car, and quietly follow him inside the house. As soon as he has deactivated the security system, he firmly grabs my arm and leads me upstairs. However, instead of walking further into the corridor, he stops by the guestroom and opens the door, pushing me in.

"Sit on the bed."

His icy tone makes me shudder, but I still abide by his request, casting my head down. There are several minutes of a deafening silence and the tension emanating from him is so intense that without even looking at him, I can feel all the anger seeping from his body, creating sort of an electrical storm in the room.

"I'm obviously extremely upset with your behavior, Pet," he eventually declares. "As you already know, the image that you display at the club as my Submissive affects the image that other members have of me. You may fail at times, no one's perfect. Neither you, nor I. I'm here to correct you whenever you make mistakes, that's one of the Dom's responsibilities, but as you can imagine, this one will demand a specific level of punishment to redeem yourself."

"I will accept anything as long as you forgive me, Master," I reply sincerely.

"I'll let you ponder on your mistake now," he then says, and I understand that he won't let me sleep with him tonight. "Marcus and I have already more or less decided upon your sanction, but I need to finetune this on my own. In any case, you will receive it tomorrow evening."

With that, Ivan closes the distance between us and bends over to rest his hands on my thighs, his fingers squeezing tightly. As I look up and meet his dark eyes, a bit of relief washes over me. Anger is still brimming in his brown orbs, but I can also decipher compassion and a lot of fondness that warm my heart.

"I'm usually so proud of you, Pet. You always do so great," he whispers. "It was quite a surprise and I think we'll need to have a serious conversation tomorrow, but for now, try to get some sleep. Have a good night."

Ivan drops a light peck on my lips and walks out of the bedroom; the bedroom where I used to sleep before I became his Submissive a year ago; the bedroom I was made to use twice over the past year after discipline sessions, although it turns out that I requested to sleep alone on one occasion because I needed time to digest said punishment.

Right now, I am craving his warmth, his affection, and I would have loved to cuddle with him as a form of apology. Contrary to what happened once, I wouldn't have requested to sleep on my own tonight. I could actually rush to his bedroom, bang on his door until he lets me in, or even throw a tantrum, but that would be the ultimate puerile behavior, and thank goodness, my resolve to show some maturity is stronger. I will have to suck it up.

At the end of the day, it allows me to think things over a little more before I fall asleep.

Yes, I did something wrong.

Yes, I fucked up.

Yes, I deserve a hard punishment.

However, at the same time, I also did several things good; I reasoned a Submissive where his Master failed. I did things properly; I treated Sam with respect; I asked for his safewords; listened to his urges for roughness while still being cautious. I would have even provided him with aftercare if I had had the time to. This convinces me that I could still be a good Dominant.

Yes, I need further training, but not as a Sub.

As a Dom.

* * *

Sunday 14 November 2004

"How's homework coming along?" Ivan asks as he walks into the library where I have been studying all day.

We were home early last night and I didn't have much trouble falling asleep, completely at peace with my resolve to receive a punishment tonight and my determination to soon become a Dom. So, I was bound to wake up early this morning, which I did at 7, and I have been working my ass off since then, only taking a short break at lunchtime.

On his side, Ivan went to church this morning – like he did last year at about the same period – but sadly, it didn't soothe much of his grumpy mood, so lunch was quickly done considering the heavy tension still residing between us, and this has allowed me to do all the homework I had for the next couple of weeks, and even more.

"All done. I'm actually working on the next chapter we'll deal with in Economics," I reply politely, keeping my eyes on the notes I have been taking.

Ivan hums dubiously and walks to stand by my side where he quickly skims through the four handwritten sheets of paper that summarize several pages about production, cost and efficiency.

"Well done," he says approvingly. "It's half past five and we need to be at the Hell Fire by 6:30. I'd like to have a conversation with you before we go, but if you need to finish this, we can have it later. What's best for you?" he asks more sternly.

"I can finish this later, it's not really urgent. I was just trying to get ahead of the lesson to understand it better," I reply quite seriously.

You're such an ass-kisser...

Ass-kisser? Hmm... Teacher's pet, crawler, lap dog, whatever. Yes, I am that much. I'll be anything that shows I can be responsible and serious.

"Sounds good," Ivan approves, a discreet smirk drawing at the corner of his lips. "You should do that in all subjects from now on."

Yeah, playing the kiss-ass can backfire too.

"Great idea. What did you want to talk about?" I then ask more softly, quickly dropping the subject. "Master..." I add on a second thought.

Ivan takes a seat across from me, folding his arms and crossing his legs, and stares at me intensely before he deigns to speak up.

"I have my guess, but I'd like to really understand what went through your head last night with Sam."

There's a certain sadness that I can't explain in his expression as he utters these words, and yet, his self-confidence doesn't falter the slightest bit. He doesn't look weak or about to crack down. However, it does intimidate my own self-assurance.

"I told you yesterday. Our respective annoyance, lust, we got carried away, and I'm sorry."

"I got that much. But that's not just it, is it?"

"I... I'd like... I would like to..." I stutter, trying to ignore the glimmer of self-satisfaction in his eyes, "I want to become a Dominant," I eventually blurt out with determination. "I believe I've had enough of submissive training."

I assumed that Ivan would expect this – more or less – but although he barely cocks an eyebrow and tries to keep a blank expression, an eerie shadow casts over his face. Perhaps he thought that I would put it differently or bring up the subject more subtly, but he knows I'm quite straight-forward in general.

"So you'd like to cancel our contract?" he asks sternly, his voice unexpectedly weak.

Fuck! Way to strike the sensitive chord with my emotions. He might as well have kicked me in the nuts, it wouldn't have been any more painful.

This part of the ordeal is the one I have a hard time with. As much as I have built a wall around my heart, I have grown attached to him. He will always remain some sort of role-model for me. Over the past year, I have strived to bury all these emotions and feelings at the back of my head, knowing full well that our relationship was only temporary, but seeing it end might turn out more difficult than I thought.

"Well... I guess two Doms can't be tied by a Dom/Sub contract," I reply in a whisper.

"Not exactly, indeed," he sighs, and I hate that I can't read through him right now. "If that's what you want," he then snorts.

"I'm not saying it has to be right now," I mumble.

"Didn't you just say you felt ready to become a Dom?" he retorts in an icy voice.

"I do. You know I've always wanted to be one, that's no breaking news, and it's not like we've never discussed it," I exclaim as anger rises within me.

"I'm not sure you're ready."

"I am! I've been a Sub for a year! I've tried pretty much everything in BDSM! Most of the Doms only have to submit for a few months before they train as Doms! How much more experience as a Sub can I get anyway!?" I exclaim, now truly angry because he is only making things harder.

"Maturity, Aaron. And a stable situation maybe."

"What!? Are you expecting me to be a Submissive until I'm done with my studies? Until I can live a life of my own? Until I get my own place and am able to financially provide for myself? If that's what it's all about, then fine. I can apply for grants and get a job," I seethe angrily.

"You'd leave this home?" he asks, obviously bewildered.

"If that's what you want me to do, I will. Anyway, if we cancel our contract, nothing will bind you to support me anymore."

"I've never said anything like that, Aaron. I've never said that I want you to leave."

"What do you want then, Ivan?" I ask, not even bothering with the Master title, but he remains silent. "I'm fully aware that I'm not done with studies, it's going to be another couple of years before I get financially stable, but being a Dom isn't even about that. I don't want to take the full responsibility of a Sub anyway, I'm not interested in a contract. I just want to be a Dominant. It's just in me, Ivan, even if I still have to train and gain in maturity. I suppose that Marcus told you about his fight with Sam?"

"He did. I guess you went along with Sam and..."

"I DID NOT!" I growl, rising to my feet. "I actually sided with Marcus. I just brought new arguments to Sam. He even said I was right and that he'd consider declining the job for now. And then... I'm sorry, but playing the Dom with him was just... who I truly am."

Ivan stares at me for the longest time, obviously quite impressed and at the same time, touched by my words. However, I still can't read through him. I have no idea what is going through his mind. His eyes are brimming, as if tears were trying to well in them. There's pride in his expression too. Sadness as well. This mix of emotions leaves me confused and quite uncomfortable, and this makes me walk to him and kneel in front of his legs.

"Please... Say something," I ask softly.

"I don't know what to say just yet, Menino," he replies, his hand reaching for the back of my head for his fingers to softly run through my hair.

How I love this relationship of ours...

I don't want this to end; not this part. I still need him. I will always need him.

Deep down, I know that I still need his guidance somehow, but I can't ignore my domineering instincts either. They are here, deeply anchored within me. I just don't know how we could work this out.

"Please give us a couple more weeks to think this over, Pet," he eventually says. "Can you do this?"

"Yes, Master," I reply, leaning forward to rest my forehead against his knees, and it feels so good.

"Right. We'll discuss this again in the near future," he whispers, and even though I'm not looking at him, I can feel all his self-confidence and dominance build up again. "For now, we have to leave."

Ugh... Yeah... The punishment...

The fact that he wants to do this at the Hell Fire doesn't bode anything good. He could have invited Marcus and Sam over to punish us here, in the playroom. Fuck... Is he going to take this to the main room, in public? I am far too overwhelmed by the conversation we have just had to brood over this, so I rise to my feet and we both head upstairs to prepare. Back in the kitchen, he adds sandwiches that he made earlier in both our bags and a few minutes later, we are on our way to the Hell Fire.

For the hell of an evening again, I'm afraid.

Throughout the entire ride, Ivan holds my hand, his thumb gently drawing circles on my skin, and once he has parked at the back of the club, we both pull out. Unsurprisingly, Marcus and Sam are already here, waiting by the entrance, and after some brief greetings, the Doms usher us inside the empty building. Well, empty of customers for now since the staff has already arrived.

"It's half past six and the Hell Fire opens at 8," Ivan states sternly. "I'm giving you one hour to have dinner together in the Subs' room, go through your usual routine and shower. By 7:30, you should be kneeling at display on the main stage, naked, and only wearing your collars. Understood?"

"Yes, Master Ivan," Sam and I reply.

"Any questions?"

"No, Master Ivan."

"Off you go then."

The main stage, he said; so, this is what I thought, we are in for a public punishment. In the last year, I have witnessed a few sessions of public discipline, even if they are quite rare, and with Jimmy having behaved much better since the Daddy Kink night, it has been a while. I remember two other Subs being punished publicly after they messed up, and one Dominant too, but most of the time, it was just Jimmy. Shame is already washing over me, but I won't flinch; I am determined to prove myself strong, so I grab Sam's hand and lead him to the Subs' room.

"How have you been?" I whisper as I pull him into a tight hug.

"Okay. I'm so sorry you'll have to go through this, Aaron. If only..."

"Stop it, Sam. We're both guilty."

"But I did coax..."

"Just stop. It takes two to make that sort of mistake, so stop worrying about it. Will you be okay with the public punishment?"

"Sure. Not my first time," he chuckles.

"Tell me more?"

"I once told Ivan to fuck off when he interfered in a fight I was having with Marcus, and..."

"Holy shit... I bet it didn't sit well with him."

"Not at all. And another time, I talked back to Marcus, so he took me across his knee and spanked me in front of everyone. But all this was a long time ago, short after the Hell Fire opened."

"It's been a while indeed. Sure you'll be okay tonight?"

"Yes, don't worry. I really don't mind the public," he replies cheerfully, and I am beginning to wonder if he is not developing a certain kink for humiliation too.

The Subs' room is obviously empty at such an early hour, so we are free to talk more while we eat, both recounting how things went after we parted last night. We even laugh at the fact that we had similar experiences. Marcus also isolated Sam in a guestroom and my friend spent his day working in his home office while his Dom chilled on his own.

Our routine goes smoothly since we already shaved yesterday, so we just do our enemas and shower, chastely this time, and it's not even 7:30 when we show up in the main room of the Hell Fire, stark naked and only wearing our collars as per Ivan's request. There are a few guys preparing the room, but they don't pay attention to us as we head toward the large stage where there used to be performances of plays in the past when this place was a theatre. I wonder if a company ever played Shakespeare here...

To be a Sub or not to be... That is the question.

Right now, I am, and I well intend to play my role seriously tonight to prove to Ivan that I can be strong. , so I go to kneel at display beside Sam at the center of the long stage and shut my eyes. After all the things I have experienced over the past year, all the humiliation training I have gone through, I doubt that a public punishment will hurt me any further. All I hope for is that Ivan won't go as far as cancelling my trip to Boston next weekend. That would suck and probably lead me to safeword because I truly need to see Cam.

"Good boys," Ivan suddenly murmurs, making me startle a bit as he pulls me from my meditation.

Reopening my eyes, I see two pairs of leather-clad legs and boots in front of us, but I remain still, deep in my role. Both men crouch in front of us, and as they do so, I get to see they are holding items I now know all too well. The same toys I was wearing less that twenty-four hours ago.

"Alright, boys, do you know why you're about to be punished?" Marcus asks, his voice as stern as his friend's.

"We misbehaved and breached rules," Sam says.

"We had sex without your approval," I add.

"That definitely goes against the rules of our lifestyle," Ivan comments. "As much as we're very open-minded and dearly enjoy watching you two go at it, you should have asked for our permission. Is that all?"

Sam briefly peeks at me with doubtful eyes, clearly at a loss for an answer.

"We brought shame to you," I try in a low whisper, and the mere thought makes me shudder.

"Exactly. Once again, boys," Marcus explains, "your behavior impacts your Master's image, and if that's a disgrace for a Dom like me, it's even harder for a Master Dom's image. I'm not aiming at making you feel worse, Aaron. You are both responsible in this."

"We're sorry..." Sam and I apologize, not even daring to look up and see their disappointment.

"That's why, as you have certainly guessed by now, your punishment will occur in public."

Tit for tat, I see... Though, it makes sense.

"It will also serve as a reminder for all contracted Submissives that such acts aren't allowed while in a relationship with a Dominant," Ivan continues. "Will you please remind me of your safewords now?"

"Pandemonium to slow down, Jersey to stop, Master."

"Yellow to slow down and red to stop, Master Ivan," Sam says right after me.

"Should you become uncomfortable, or if things become too intense, you may use them, is it clear?" Ivan then asks, and we both agree. "We're going to make this very intense, thanks to these toys. I assume you already know what they're for?"

"Yes, Master."

"The second part of your punishment will be for our sole pleasure, don't count on us to help you with some release. If you still come, you already know what may happen. As Marcus explained yesterday, it's not dangerous, but it might get a little painful or at least uncomfortable. Just work on your self-control to avoid this. Now spread your legs further so that we can start with the cum-stopper."

While Marcus and Ivan ornate the mushroom head of our flaccid cocks with the metal ring and insert the thin rod that ends with a ball inside our urethra using water-based lube, I wonder how the first part of our punishment will unfold. They then make us rest on our hands and knees to set the ass-lock before we recover our display position.

"Isn't it beautiful, Marcus?" Ivan asks once they are back standing in front of us.

"I love it. It'll look even better once they're hard," Marcus replies in a pervert tone.

Kiss my ass, Marcus. I'm not getting hard tonight.

"I'm sure a lot of Doms will enjoy these. Look up, Boys," Ivan then calls out, and here we are facing two gorgeous angry Doms. "I bet you're curious about the first part of your punishment, so here's what's going to happen. Since we don't seem to be enough for you, we will let you at all the members' disposal for a moment."

What. The. Fuck?

No fucking way I'm going through another gang bang. I am ready to shout my Jersey way out.

"That's with moderation and without anal penetration," Ivan whispers as he squats before me, having probably read through the horror displaying on my face. "Marcus and I will spend the first part of the evening at the bar to enjoy a few drinks while you two stay here for other members to enjoy a beautiful sight. I want you to switch between two positions each time a new song begins, and the first posture is a mix of apology and offering. Please proceed," he then orders while standing up.

Talk about humiliation... I'm just relieved that it won't be a gang bang, so I avoid brooding over the abasement.

As both Sam and I shift to take the usual apology position, resting on our knees and bent over with our arms stretched in front of us, Ivan adjusts our pose by making our forehead touch the floor, spreading our legs much wider and raising our hips so that our butts are propped up, thus fully exposing our filled holes with our ass cheeks parted.

"Perfect. You'll have to be facing away from the audience in this first position, though. For the second one, I want you in a mix of kneeling at display and offering. Go ahead."

Sam and I are soon back to our kneeling posture. Ivan once again spreads our legs to the maximum and asks us to lay our hands on the floor behind us, which forces us to lean backwards and to offer a full view of our genitals.

"All through this first part, you shall keep your eyes lowered. Since you're on the stage we often use for exhibitions, you can expect a few members to stop by to titillate you a bit. A bouncer will stay around to watch over you, mostly to make sure that there's nothing more than strokes or licks, and in case you need to safeword. That being said," he trails off as the music starts and the first guests arrive, "be good boys and we'll see you later."

The next two hours are painfully boring. Each time the DJ launches a new song, Sam and I swap to either posture Ivan requested, and as much as I have become supple enough from all the working-out, all this stretching and tension have my muscles and tendons ache after a while. Since the Hell Fire doesn't reopen until the Wednesday, the club is usually quite crammed on Sunday evenings and tonight is no exception.

Many members occasionally come on stage to either have a closer look at us or to tease our privates. Quite a few Doms enjoy themselves stroking our shafts while others ask their Subs to give us head. I really wanted to avoid getting hard, but with all the teasing, and despite the humiliating situation, both Sam and I end up with rock hard erections; and once stiff, with the cock ring helping, our cocks stubbornly remain stiff.

"Gentlemen, I require your attention!" Ivan's voice suddenly booms as the blasting music is lowered.

We are in the apology position at that moment, with our nose and forehead connected to the floor, so I couldn't notice he had arrived on stage. I bet the tougher part is about to start.

"As you've all seen, we have two little culprits here who are going to be disciplined in public tonight," he announces in his strict Master Dom's voice. "Our lifestyle is one of kinky pleasures and it often involves a lot of occasional partner-swapping. Besides, we would all agree that watching two Submissives make out or even have sex is a wonderful sight to enjoy, wouldn't we?"

"Fuck yeah!!!" a deep voice resounds from the audience as more men give their concord.

"However, there are rules," Ivan continues. "Uncontracted Submissives are absolutely free to indulge in whatever naughty activities they wish as long as they respect safety policies, but contracted Submissives shall request their Dominants' approval before engaging in smutty recreation. These two Submissives here, and I'm sad to say that one is mine, were caught red-handed yesterday evening after they had sex in the Subs' room. I suppose they must have forgotten that... part of the room is equipped with video surveillance and that the security team would eventually inform me..."

The sound of a sharp smack echoes beside me, soon followed by another one that stingingly reverberates in my backside, but the sigh I discreetly release isn't due to the pain. No, it's pure self-anger. How could I be so stupid!? How could neither Sam or I think about the cameras!? And why the fuck didn't Ivan mention this earlier!? He and Marcus even looked surprised when they walked into the Subs' room...

"Aaron and Sam have failed their Dominants, bringing some level of shame and dishonor, and they will receive the punishment they deserve for that matter."

There's some loud booing and jeering as he pauses for a few seconds, but I couldn't care less.

"For that, they will be flogged thirty times on a punishment bench, fifteen with a traditional leather flogger and fifteen with a cat o' nine. This should be enough to remind them of this lesson for a few days. Aside from disgracing their Masters, these two naughty Subs also ruined what could have been a nice evening at the Hell Fire, somehow depriving us of a good release. This is why they're going to be thoroughly fucked with these new toys on."

While Ivan praises the virtues of the metal toys that all the Doms already know in their silicone form and inform the members that there will be several copies available at the club soon, I try to brace myself for the impending punishment. All in all, it shouldn't be too hard. The cat o' nine has become one of my best friends in such situations as its painful lashes usually help me to deal with whatever emotional turmoil I'm in. Lately, I have even begged Ivan to flog me with the knotted tails more often, turning myself into some sort of masochist, so I don't really fear that part. All the same, I can't say that I am enjoying myself here as I can't help shame to wash over me regarding the dishonor I brought to the Master Dom.

Ivan's speech is followed by a loud rumble on stage as two punishment benches are dragged to the center. Minutes later, Sam and I find ourselves firmly tied up on our hands and knees, face to face, with barely two inches separating our heads.

"Before my friend Marcus and I take care of Sam's and Aaron's punishment, I believe that another little transgressor needs a bit of discipline," Ivan declares dryly. "Jimmy! Come here!"

Hmm... This leaves me a bit confused. It wasn't his fault if he popped in at the wrong moment in the Subs' room last night and Ivan can't sanction him because of the smug expression he wore. Or did he... No, he can't have done that...

"Will you ever learn, Jimmy?" Ivan sighs once the tall Sub has knelt before him. "You've been doing much better recently, and I really thought you'd fully grasped the concept of respect and support between Submissives in this club. It seems like you need a bit more teaching, though. How in the hell could you just rush back to the Hell Fire after what you saw and spread the news that Aaron and Sam had messed up so quickly? This is so mean... Do you realize that you only brought further shame on Master Marcus and me?"

That jerk! And I thought he had become much nicer...

"I'm sorry, Master Ivan... Please don't ban me again," the idiot begs.

"I probably should though, since it seems to be the only way for you to learn," Ivan barks. "You're only lucky that by the time I returned to main room last night you had started a scene with Master Bradley and that I've had time to calm down. So, you'll first apologize to Sam and Aaron for ratting out on them and spreading the rumor among the other members, and to Master Marcus and me as well. Then you'll spend the rest of the evening here on this stage and look at all the kinkiness in the room without getting anyone to play with you or provide you with release. Is this clear?"

"Yes, Master Ivan. I sincerely apologize, Aaron and Sam... It wasn't nice of me... I'm sorry," Jimmy stutters, and he at least sounds sincere. "And I apologize Master Ivan and Master Marcus. I will try my best to be a better person..."

"I should hope so," Marcus replies dryly.

"Now you may go further and kneel at display. Obviously, you're not allowed to touch yourself as long as you're here," Ivan orders before he returns his attention to us, and he walks to stand behind Sam while Marcus goes to my rear. "Now let's get this over with. You're expected to look up during the flogging. We want you to ponder on your misbehavior while watching your mate being punished and see the disappointment in your Master's eyes while we punish each other's Submissive. You usually don't get to see our faces in such situations, so it'll be a double sanction," Ivan explains while he kneads Sam's buttocks to warm them up, imitated by Marcus with mine.

And as usual, Ivan is right.

Throughout the entire ordeal, I ache more from seeing him unleash his strength on my friend's backside and from witnessing the disappointment on his face than from the physical pain delivered by the strikes. These hurt too because Marcus is a taut guy and I swear he doesn't refrain on his force at all as he flogs my ass cheeks. After the first fifteen strikes of the regular flogger, my ass is already on fire, but it obviously gets worse with the next fifteen delivered with the cat o' nine. Both Marcus and Ivan give those a little less strength, but the evil instrument doesn't need much force to hurt.

Sam's eyes have filled with tears – as mine certainly have too – but we both take our punishment like brave men, only yelping or whimpering occasionally. By the end of the flogging session, I can tell that next week in school is going to be a pain in my ass and will certainly prove Ivan's point right; I will remember the lesson each hour I spend sitting on a chair, but well, that's the point, isn't it?

Of course, I avoid looking at the audience that has gathered in front of the stage, but I can tell that some members are enjoying themselves if the groans I hear are any indication. I thought the crowd would have dispersed now that this part is over, but most of the pervs stay around to watch the rest. After Ivan and Marcus have rubbed the soothing lotion into our heated skin, I feel a cold substance run down the cleft of my ass and Marcus's fingers are soon invading my hole, skillfully stretching my anus with his thumbs.

"It's been ages since I've played with an ass-lock," he suddenly says thoughtfully. "I never really liked the sensations with the silicone, but these stainless steel ones could feel good," he adds, pushing the ball further against my prostate which makes me squirm a bit.

"I was eager to try this yesterday indeed," Ivan grunts.

"You'll get to try it twice tonight..." Marcus smirks. "Your boy's ready," he then says, and I get to hear some shuffling behind me as he takes off his pants.

"Yours too," Ivan replies.

I see him also take off his leathers and unroll a condom over his erection, lube it cautiously and then align the tip of his cock with Sam's entrance as I get to feel Marcus'. Fuck! I thought he was going to at least fuck me and not let his friend do this.

"Seems like you boys enjoy making out and we do love watching you get all naughty... as long as we request you do to so. We want to see you kiss tonight, but that's all the pleasure you'll get," Ivan purrs sadistically. "No jacking you off... No orgasm... unless you want to get the unpleasant sensations you got yesterday. In any case, to us, you're just two holes to bury our dicks into, tonight."

Oh, fuck... If I were in his position, I would totally find his words hot...

With that, a thick length begins to perforate my anus, distending it further as it slowly slides within me. The rod that's attached to the ball is rather thin so it doesn't really count, but Marcus's girth is impressive enough to make it sting. Leaning forward, I catch Sam's lips between mine and we start kissing, which distracts us from the pain while both men let us adjust for a couple of minutes.

I bet they never intended to be soft tonight and seconds later, they are both pounding hard into our asses, making it difficult for us to keep kissing, but we still manage to take comfort in each other's nuzzling. Ivan and Marcus keep bragging about how great the metal ball feels against their hardness. The damn thing never fails to press against my soft spot, only aggravating the fire building in my lower belly despite the lack of stimulation on my own cock, and the fact that Marcus always goes bareback with me, makes it even more intense.

I exhale a sigh of relief when the two men reach their climax, Ivan pulling out of Sam to spill his juices over his back once he has ripped the rubber off, Marcus coating my insides with his seed. What comes next is highly expected. The two Doms swap places and while Marcus wipes the sticky substance from Sam's lower back, Ivan has his usual fun with his friend's fluids, pushing them back inside my rectum each time they ooze out, until he decides he's had enough and begins to lick them, French-kissing my hole.

I know that this is one of Ivan's deepest frustrations. Unable to go bareback for fear of transmitting his virus, he never fails to enjoy that little cum-playing kink of his whenever he manages to have a Dom fucking me without a rubber. This scarcely happens obviously, and only with Marcus to be fair, but well, I just can't deny him this small pleasure.

The evening isn't over just yet and the men quickly go for a second round, this time with their respective partner. Despite the toughness of their ramming, our inevitable moans and pleas, and the loud groans coming from the audience, it feels like it lasts forever and I'm really close to explode from the mere stimulation of the ball against my prostate. My insides have turned into some sort of huge volcano about to explode and as much as I'd rather avoid the pain I felt last night, I just can't hold it anymore.

My balls are like a magma chamber full of burning lava ready to erupt, but the crater has been blocked with a huge cork, making it impossible to blow out. And yet, all the other symptoms are here. Pressure has built up within my body, making its crust shake violently and as it erupts, my balls violently shoot their load, creating a blissful orgasm that has my ass clench around Ivan's cock and throw him over the edge with loud groans. As opposed to yesterday, a small amount of my juices manage to leak from my slit, but I guess that most of the load flashes straight backwards and into my bladder.

Weirdly enough, there is no pain this time. Only a bizarre sensation that I can't explain and that doesn't cut any of my pleasure.

I'm on fucking Cloud 9!!!

I no longer care about the new humiliation and shame I have been through again.

I no longer care about the throbbing pain of my red butt.

I am only aware of Ivan's curse of anger when he realizes that I did come. Not that I really needed his permission anyway, since I was allowed to and had been warned it might be painful. But it wasn't. In fact, it felt great. The sensations are so weird that they might need time to get used to, but fuck! It was so intense!

So intense that I'm barely aware of what happens next. I think that Sam and I are escorted to one of the alcoves and laid down on a bed for the legitimate aftercare. I also feel dizzy when Ivan dresses me up and supports me as he leads me back to his car. I am still in my daze throughout the whole ride back home and I helplessly let Ivan put me in bed before I drown into a deep slumber.

It's only 3am when I wake up again, fully naked and lying on my right side under the comforter. As memories of the evening flash back, I can't help a smug smile. Eventually, it wasn't that bad. A new experience I was able to deal with more or less easily.

Ivan hasn't shut the curtains, and once my eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the room, the moon helps me see through the dim light. My man is lying naked on his front, his hands tucked underneath his pillow. A grin widens on my face when I notice a tad bit of drool escaping from the corner of his slightly-parted lips. A little snore has me chuckle, but I remain quiet as I sit up, wincing as my painful butt reminds me of the earlier flogging, and I take in the beautiful shape of his body.

I'd love to lick the regular curve of his spine from the nape of his neck down to the crack of his firm ass.

I'd love to trail my tongue along the cleft of these cheeks.

I'd love to dive my nose between these stiff buttocks and kiss the secret hole they're hiding.

I'd love to finger that ring of muscles and stretch it just enough to then ease my erection in.

I'd love to pin that body into the mattress and fuck that tight ass.

Fuck! I'm so hard again!

"Go back to sleep, Pet. Too early," Ivan grunts as he rolls over to his side, facing me, and pulls me against him, turning me into a little spoon.

Yeah... Not going to happen, I guess.

Published on 8 October 2021

Ahah, you wish Aaron... But hope is a nice thing, so keep hoping.

I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, which is one of the last chapters during his submission phase. A punishment in public was the last thing I wanted to add to Aaron's list, so that's done. As you may have understood from this chapter, the next one will take you to Boston to see Camden, and we'll also hear about Sony a bit.

Also, just in case you didn't see my wall messages last weekend, and further to a warning from W because of the picture I had posted of the model that represents Sam, I am just reminding you that should anything happen to my profile, I have an (empty for now) account on Inkit, and I have a updated my profile bio on here with links to this page and my Twitter account as well. By the way, thanks to all the new people there, it's fun to have more ways to interact with you!