Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 47
Master Ivan

Friday 14 November 2003

"I want you as my Dominant," I say with the strongest determination I can muster, staring straight into Ivan's brown eyes.

Their chocolate color immediately obscures to the darkest shade of black, and intense lust and self-satisfaction fill Ivan's cloudy eyes.

Why the heck does that make my cock harden!? I'm not particularly looking forward to the submissive phase I'm about to enter.

I am no Submissive.

I am no bottom.

However, if this is what it takes to become a Dominant and a member of the Hell Fire, I will go through whatever Ivan deems necessary.

One condition, though. I want him as my Master.

Him. And. No. One. Else.

Other than attending my last driving lesson, I spent the rest of my Thursday drowned into the books Ivan brought me yesterday. Now, although these books contained a lot of text and very few pictures – Eww... all of straight couples at that! – this sort of literature was more interesting than Hawthorne's, Steinbeck's or Faulkner's novels. I would have developed a passion for reading had I been provided with such textbooks at school.

I have yet to finish them, but all this theory on BDSM has highly increased my curiosity towards the lifestyle I discovered on Wednesday night. It incredibly heightened my attention for a realm I would gladly bask in. I couldn't stop flipping through each volume, page after page, getting more and more entranced by the notions explained. I was surprised to find all these explanations so clear, as if the language was a familiar one.

I learned a lot about the roles of Dominant and Submissive. I was fascinated by the alchemy reigning between the Dom and the Sub: surrender, powerfulness, trust, respect, communion. All notions that I have acquired over the past five months around Ivan and that I have come to value dearly.

What I admire is that it's not only about sex. Of course, having been introduced to BDSM in a kinky club and having seen what happens there, I gather that sexual activities play a preponderant part in this lifestyle, but I highly regard all the other conditions it involves beyond sex. Like Ivan explained, some people choose to only indulge in the sexual part of BDSM, but others apply its concept to broader aspects of their lives, and I find this amazing.

These books obviously related numerous similar cases and I was deeply touched by some of the stories, bewildered by the way BDSM saved the lives of many people who were hurtling down bumpy and tricky slopes down to hell, who needed guidance from steady and powerful men and women. One of them was about a runaway girl in the early 80s when she was a teenager. The young girl thought she could start a new life on her own at 15, but all she got herself into in five years of solitude was homelessness, drugs and prostitution, until she was rescued by a man after she almost died of an overdose.

This had to ring a bell in my head, right? Story of my life...

Ivan's revelations about the way he handled my own piteous person somehow bugs me. I have always thought myself to be a strong guy, one who is level-headed, but I can't disclaim that I did fuck up back then. Deep down, I know that I own the backbone to one day become a very good Dominant, but as Ivan claimed, I may not be ready for that yet because it requires a certain maturity, an experience of life, and a huge level of stability that I don't have at the moment if I'm honest to myself.

And yet...

How exultant can it be to grab a fledgling under one's wing, protect a bruised soul from harm, deliver a weaker being from its darkness, push a fragile creature on a healthy and safe path?

I don't want to be the baby bird who needs shelter and control for the rest of my life because that wouldn't be me. No, I want to be the good Samaritan who will save a timorous chap from his darkness and lead him toward the light. I want to be in control, not under control. I want to take care, not tended to. I want to soothe, cuddle, hug and unload all this love my heart has to give.

According to Ivan's rules, this means going through a long submissive training, and sadly, the books I read seem to concur with his beliefs. They say that a man – or a woman – can only be a good Dominant if he or she has experienced the role of a Submissive to its fullest. It may take months. Or Years. This is what Ivan thinks at least. Does it really require that much time to understand a Submissive's needs? I can't be sure, but for one, I do trust Ivan, and then, if this is what it takes to achieve my ultimate goal, that to become a Master Dom, then I will bide my time and conform to his rules.

Because at the end of the day, a Master Dom is what I aspire to become. This role is all I am dreaming of and totally fits my ambitions career-wise. Ever since I discovered the Heaven Water and the job of club manager, I have only grown certain that my future was laying in the recreational event management and services. I want to provide people with pleasure and fun. I want to have fun myself; and managing a nightclub would give me that.

Owning a kinky club would only add fuel to an already blissful situation. Ivan did say that such private club owners aren't necessarily Master Doms, that someone can hold this role in their place, but I want the full experience. It might take years before the little bird can fend for himself and fly high on his own, but I know I'll get there. Someday. And I don't care if it means being a Submissive for part of my life.

However, there is one irrevocable condition and whatever it takes, I will fight until Ivan yields.

I was reading more of these books in the living room when Ivan summoned me to his office a few minutes ago. When I walked in, he was seated in his armchair behind his desk, a thick subscription file tucked beneath his long fingers on the table. I knew what was coming and there was no anxiety on my side because I was ready with an answer. Thinking over his offer to enroll me into a business school had only taken a few minutes of my time yesterday, I knew there was no way out of his determination to have me educated, but decided to follow a similar career as his, it was an easy decision.

Ivan reminded me that there was a deadline to validate my enrollment to the Director and I quickly delivered my approval. He made me sign all the form he had already filled out for me, then called his friend to confirm I would start classes on Monday. The speaker was on and I was allowed to speak with the man, to show him my determination to succeed and my resolve to catch up on the first two months. When the conversation was over, Ivan returned his attention to his own work, clearly dismissing me, but I had other matters on my mind.

"I want you as my Dominant and I will take no others as my Master," I insist, in front of his silent staring.

"I told you I don't do contracts, Aaron," he replies dryly.

"Please... Ivan..." I whisper, trying the pleading tone.

"I'll give you the basic training, but then, you'll have to get another Dominant and..."

"I DON'T WANT ANOTHER DOMINANT! I WANT YOU!"

Without surprise, my tone earns one of his darkest glares, but an eerie shadow in his features catches my attention, a shadow that casts a shade of uncertainty, which is quite exceptional as far as Ivan is concerned. Confused as I am, I can only let my eyes follow his slow motion as he stands up to walk around the desk and stops to stand in front of me, leaning his backside on the table. He is towering me from all his height, but I won't allow him to impress me.

I will try to.

My left hand tentatively reaches for his body, gently reposing on his thigh, while my eyes remain locked with his.

"Please, Ivan..."

"There's something else I've never told you," he states sternly, his voice sounding like he's about to announce the end of the world in a few days.

"I don't care. There's nothing you'll say that's going to make me change my mind."

"I'm seropositive, Aaron. I have HIV."

As soon as these words are out, my heart constricts in my chest, and as fear seizes me, very painful images flood my mind. To be very honest, I must admit that my knowledge in HIV and AIDS is a bit limited, which sounds weird for a gay guy, but I'm not entirely ignorant either. I know that HIV is a contagious virus; I know that science has progressed a lot in the last decade and provides patients with medical treatments; I also know that a lot of people still die of this plague.

Fuck... Is this why Ivan was so sick a couple of months ago? Is he going to die?

No, this can't happen. I can't even think of losing a person I cherish so dearly already.

I hate how he suddenly doesn't look as strong as he seemed to be just a few seconds ago, as if the unbreakable rock he represents could fracture any time soon. All at once, he looks more fragile, and my reaction is just as immediate as inappropriate. My hand expressly flies off his thigh.

"See? Typical reaction. I bet you don't want me as your Master anymore," he smirks playfully, as if it was a good time to joke.

"No!! Of course, not! I do still want you as my Dominant," I exclaim as I jump to my feet and slam my entire body against his, my left arm reaching about his torso and the right one over his shoulder for a tight hug. "I'm just... I don't know... I was suddenly scared I might hurt you. I'm sorry, it was completely silly."

"Argh, it's fine, Menino," he chuckles, powerfully embracing me too. "I'm not that breakable and touching me doesn't hurt me."

"I know, but... please tell me you're fine," I breathe out, still pressed against him and deeply concerned about his health.

"Of course, I'm fine, don't you worry."

"But you were sick last September... Was that related to HIV?" I ask as I slightly pull back to watch his face, my hands still laying on his taut chest.

"Sort of, but nothing to worry about, Menino," he sighs. "I'm on antiretroviral therapy, and I wanted to try a new molecule a few months ago. As it's often the case with these meds, there can be a few side effects while the body adapts, and I just suffered from headaches and nausea while mine did."

"Why did you change your medication?"

"Because the previous one was making me tired and this one sounded promising. Patients on ART sometimes change one molecule in their treatment, it's just part of the process for several of us."

"Okay... So... I guess Marcus keeps a close watch over you?" I ask softly, making him burst out laughing.

"That, he does. I have very regular check-ups."

"And how does he know you're fine?"

"Blood tests, Menino. How much do you know about HIV and AIDS?" Ivan asks seriously as he leads us to the couch.

"Not that much, I must say. I know there's a difference between them, but I'm not entirely sure which one exactly," I confess shamefully.

"HIV is a virus that attacks white blood cells called CD4 while AIDS is a syndrome, or a range of symptoms which develop in a seropositive body that doesn't receive treatment. By making the CD4 cells fewer, the virus reduces the ability of the immune system to fight infections and illnesses, and makes it easier to develop serious illnesses such as cancers, like Kaposi's Sarcoma and lung cancer, fungal infections, like meningitis, pneumonia, tuberculosis, and many more.

"Scientists agree to say that HIV has three stages. Stage one is the acute stage and it usually appears two to four weeks after contracting the virus with symptoms such as a sore throat, night sweats, aching muscles, fatigue, fever and so on, but some people never experience any those for ten years. During the clinical stage, which is number 2, the virus is active and reproduces mild symptoms, or again, none at all. Stage 3 is the final stage of HIV, or in other words, AIDS, and the symptoms vary according to the infection or illness that the body has caught."

"Wow, I didn't know all that... so, I guess Marcus checks your CD4 cell count regularly?"

"Exactly. A simple blood test can detect the virus by counting that number of CD4 cells. A healthy person normally has between 500 and 1600. Below 400, it's a sign of HIV, and AIDS develops below 200."

"How about you?" I ask warily.

"The latest test I made showed 516, so you see? I'm really fine. Antiretroviral therapy minimizes the effects of the virus, allowing the body to be healthy. Marcus is a general practitioner as you already know, but he has high knowledge about HIV and AIDS, because he has turned them into some sort of obsession among others. He spends all his free time following research, combing through scientific reports and making his own assumptions."

"Does he think there'll ever be a vaccine?"

"Oh, yes, he does. A vaccine or something similar, but it might take many more years before we get there," he sighs, recovering a very serious expression. "Meanwhile, and despite what Marcus advances, I remain extremely cautious with the guys I interact with. Strict precautions for oral sex, no barebacking. Not much fun for a contracted Sub..."

"Bullshit. I still want you as my Dominant, Ivan," I argue firmly.

"It's not a good idea, Menino. You'd be better off with another Dom, there's so much you'd miss on with me," he sighs, and yet, the lust in his eyes begs to differ.

"Like what?" I deadpan as I shift to straddle his lap. "I'm sure you're the best and I want to learn from the best. I don't want to submit to another Dom. Please, Ivan," I beg before my lips softly connect with his, but he quickly pushes me back.

"Stop it, Aaron."

"I. Won't. Stop. Until. You. Yield," I seethe, the palms of my hands smacking his pectorals.

I may have recovered a pretty nice shape and grown a bit of muscles since last July, Ivan remains much stronger than I am, and before I know it, he swiftly – and too easily – topples me to the side. I find myself lying on the couch, literally crushed under his weight as he hovers over me, his nose against mine.

"You have no idea of what you'd get into, Menino," he growls lowly. "There's so much you don't know about me, about the Dominant I am."

"Tell me..." I breathe out, for a few seconds mesmerized by the depth of his voice and his sudden closeness.

"I'm a very strict Dom. Bearing with my authority isn't easy."

"Been there, done that. I've had a taste of it already. Next?"

"I'm a Master Dom. That means I'll have to continue providing basic training to Subs and Doms, and that sometimes involves sexual activities."

"Not a problem, I don't mind sharing. I'm well aware it's part of your job and therefore part of the deal. And that means you can train me."

"It's not the same, Aaron. There's a difference between basic training and signing a contract with a Dom."

"I don't care, I told you I don't mind sharing. Find better excuses," I grunt.

"I have many kinks and one is multiple-partner sex."

Images of the day I lost my virginity suddenly pop in my head, followed by that afternoon I shared Danny with Josh, Cam and Mark and all the times I had sex with my best friends. All these are the best sex memories I have, the hottest. My orgasms were never more intense than these times I interacted with several people.

"Ugh... wrong argument, it seems," Ivan groans as he gets to feel my groin swell beneath his.

"Yep, we already covered that. Multiple-partner sex is exciting," I retort with a grin, even if the sudden smugness on his face doesn't bode anything good.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"I could totally ask another Submissive to play with us, but what about another Dom? Would you accept to submit to two Doms if I asked you to?"

I must admit that the immediate picture I had of multiple-partner sex involved Ivan playing with me and another Sub; I was already kind of hoping he might let me top that Sub. But another Dom... Will I find the strength to submit to two men, even if only for a few scenes? I quickly make my decision, though.

"I'll abide by whatever my Master orders me to do," I reply in all seriousness. "Be my Master."

"Fuck. You won't give up, will you?" he grunts, catching my lower lip between his teeth as one of his hands reaches for my crotch.

I can't help a little moan that encourages him to slightly tighten the grip over my lip and his hand becomes more forceful as the rubbing pressure on my member increases. Thank goodness, the thickness of my briefs and jeans moderates the stimulation, otherwise, I would already be coming.

"You're so fucking hard," he smirks, with a peck on my lips.

"So are you, my hip says..."

"That fucking sass," he groans. "I know you have a future in the BDSM lifestyle, Menino, and I really want you to experience the best," he whispers with such remorse that I fear the battle isn't won yet.

"Only you can give me the best..."

"Do you only realize how many rules it would require to sign up with me? How restrictive and biding?"

"I'm ready for that."

"A healthy Dom would allow you to enjoy barebacking."

"Stop it with your lame excuses. Condoms are fine."

"It's not only about condoms and anal sex, Aaron. It's also about oral sex. I've never hidden my seropositivity at the Hell Fire, quite the contrary, and the Subs I play with know not to mess up with the strict rules I impose, and you'd have to get familiar with these rules too so that I can trust you..."

"Ugh, I'll just take any rule!" I reply with exasperation.

"And you'll have to learn to not talk back or interrupt me," he growls as he pulls back and sits up further away.

"Ivan," I whisper, returning to straddle his lap and cupping his bearded cheeks within my hands. "Just state all the rules and I'll abide by them. I'm not pretending that I know everything about the lifestyle after reading these books and I am eager to learn more from you, but I believe that I've gathered how things work, and I'm ready for this. You've been treating me as a Submissive since I settled down here and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you've done a great job handling me so far, right?"

"Hmm..."

"Making it official wouldn't change much... It would only add some spicy sex," I smirk, briefly pecking his lips. "I promise I'll be a good Submissive to you."

"A good Sub," he chuckles with a snort. "I do have faith in you, Menino, but with your strong temper, it won't be easy."

"I'll still try my best."

"You'll fuck up..."

"And you'll endeavor punishing me."

"You won't like my punishments..."

"The books said I'm not supposed to."

"I'm a borderline Sadist..."

"I'm a borderline Masochist, pain doesn't scare me."

"I'm sure you can handle physical pain, but what about mental pain?"

"I'll deal with it."

"What about humiliation?"

"Then it'll teach me how Subs with a similar kink feel."

"You fucking have answers to all problems, don't you!?" he growls as his hands reach for my backside.

"Determinator is my second name."

Ivan only sighs and remain silent, staring at me with an intensity that I hold with all my resolve. I'm only an inch from scooting down to the floor and to kneel in front of him, but he must have read through me as he firmly holds me back.

"For now, I want you to go to your desk in the library and study. I'll soon have to go to work and I need to think this over," he declares sternly. "I already got you all the manuals, textbooks and some supplies earlier this morning, you'll find them in a bag by the bookshelves. There's..."

"Huh..."

"Shut up and listen. There's also a thick leaflet with the detailed program of the bachelor of business management. I want you to have a close look at it and point out all the parts that you think might be the most difficult ones for you. I'm currently trying to find a tutor who'll help you to catch up, so be ready for a quite intense schedule in the coming weeks. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now get out of my sight," he orders firmly.

Our conversation wasn't over and I was truly expecting him to give me an answer right away, so I have half a mind to protest. However, disobeying would only prove that I'm not ready to submit to him, so instead, remembering what I read in the books, I lower my head and bite my tongue to fight the smirk blooming on my lips.

"Yes, Master," I reply with all due respect, hoping he won't hear the delicate tone of smugness in my voice.

"GET OUT!!!"

Oops... I think he did.

* * *

(Saturday 15 November 2003)

"Read this!" Ivan says dryly as he slams a sheet of paper on my desk.

Determined to seduce my guardian into becoming my Dominant, I have been on my best behavior since yesterday afternoon. As per his request, I spent the rest of the afternoon in the library, preparing my school stuff for Monday and diving into the program of the Bachelor of Management and Business. I also spoke briefly with Joshua and it turns out that our programs are quite similar. My friend was ecstatic when I broke the news and promised to give me the support I would need, by first sending me photocopies of all his notes by post on Monday.

I didn't complain when Ivan popped in around 5:30pm, carrying a bag that I knew contained sexy leather trousers and a black shirt, and said he was on the go, leaving me with further instructions.

I'm going to work now. I already have two candidates to tutor you, but I just need to confirm which will fit better in your schedule. Meanwhile, I want you to keep working on your own a bit, especially on the first classes you're supposed to start with next week. Don't stay up late tonight and manage some time to work out at the gym. Set your alarm at 7am tomorrow and get back to work. I'll meet you at 10 to finish our conversation. Understood?

A painful pang pinched my heart when he left. I could already imagine him at the Hell Fire, possibly fucking another Submissive. Probably fucking another Submissive.

Jealousy? Perhaps a bit. Ivan has been clear as far as feelings are concerned. He doesn't do contracts for reasons he stated, but his desire to not get involved emotionally is stronger, I believe, and that's something I will have to work around. I don't want to fall for him either. I don't want to fall in love with him.

And I won't because I don't know where such a relationship would take us. Clearly, I may accept this submissive training and I will honestly try my best to get into my role, but at the end of the day, I aim at becoming a Dominant, so there's no way I can allow myself to fall for him. I will take our relationship as it comes, however weird it may look to other people. Sharing him won't be a problem because I decided so. Sharing him is going to be exciting.

I did everything Ivan asked, even if he had no way to verify my activities. I spent another hour in the library, then two at the gym, had a light dinner on my own, spoke with Mark and Cam to inform them of my decision to pursue my studies – which they welcomed happily – took a manual of Management to bed, read until 11pm, slept through the night, got up at 6:30 to zealously start earlier, showered, had breakfast alone, then went to the library, struggling to not go and bug Ivan when I heard him wake up.

Such a good boy...

His sudden entrance into the library at ten sharp didn't make me jump on my seat. I was expecting him. I was pretending to be deeply immersed into the reading of an Economics manual, head lowered, but as soon as he walked in, I immediately felt my edginess rise by several notches. Without looking up, I was able to perceive his intense stare on me and I had a hard time containing the thrill of excitement surging through my body.

"Good morning to you too," I whisper smugly, smiling at his serious face as I tilt my head up.

"Morning, Menino... Read this. Now."

I could play the chirpy brat and say that I'm busy working, but I'm too eager to conclude this agreement with Ivan and as my eyes catch the title on the printed page, I know that we're there. The document looks like a contract, one of those I have read about in the books, and it doesn't take me more than a few minutes to read it once, then a second time more carefully.

Agreement Between A Dominant and A Submissive

I, Aaron Cox, with a free mind, do request of Ivan Vargas, that he accept my submission unto him and to take me into his care and guidance, that we may grow together in trust and mutual respect. The satisfaction of his desires and whims are consistent with my desire as a submissive to be found pleasing to him. To this end, I offer him the use of my time, talents, and abilities. I also ask in sincere humility that, as my Master, he accept the keeping of my body for the fulfillment and enhancement of our sexual, spiritual, emotional and intellectual needs. To achieve this, he may have unfettered use of my body any time, any place, in front of anyone. I ask that he guide me in any sexual, sensual, or scene-related behavior, both together with and separate from him, in such a way as to further my growth as a person.

I request of Ivan Vargas, as my Master, that he use the power in his role to mold and shape me; to assist me to grow in strength, character and confidence, and that he continue to help me develop my intellectual abilities.

In return, I agree:

To obey his commands to the best of my ability. To strive to overcome feelings of guilt or shame, and all inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve him and limit my growth as his submissive. To maintain honest and open communication with him. To reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without hesitation or embarrassment. To inform him of my wants and needs, recognizing that he is the sole judge of whether or how these shall be satisfied. To strive toward maintenance of a positive self-image and development of realistic expectations and goals. To work with him to become a happy and self-fulfilled individual. To work against negative aspects of my ego and my insecurities that would interfere with advancement of these aims.

My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will debase me as a person, unless I consent to in specific circumstances, and will in no way diminish my own responsibilities toward making use of my potential.

This, I do entreat with lucidity and the realization of what this means, in the conviction that this offer will be understood in the spirit of faith, caring, esteem, and devotion in which it is given.

Should either of us find that our aspirations are not being well served by this agreement, find this commitment too burdensome, or for any other reason wish to cancel, either may do so by verbal notification to the other, in keeping with the consensual nature of the agreement. We both understand that cancellation means a cessation of the control stated and implied within this agreement, not a termination of our relationship as friends.

This agreement shall serve as the basis for an extension of our relationship, committed to in the spirit of consensual Dominance and Submission with the intention of furthering self-awareness and exploration, promoting health and happiness, and improving both our lives.

This contract has a trial life of three months. At its expiration, a new unlimited contract may be created and signed.

I offer my consent to submission to Ivan Vargas, under the terms stated above on this the 15th of November 2003.

Signature of the Submissive

I offer my acceptance of submission by Aaron Cox, under the terms stated above on this the 15th of November 2003.

Signature of Dominant

Alright, so this is nothing more than the samples of contracts I saw in the books Ivan asked me to read, though some had more details. Nothing that I wasn't expecting in any case. All this lingo makes me cringe a bit inwardly for I would rather see myself on the other end of the contract, but my resolve to fulfil Ivan's wishes and commands until I become a Dominant allows me to grab a pen and sign at the bottom of the page.

"Hey, not so fast, Menino," Ivan grunts. "We need to discuss this, first."

"Discuss what? I told you I was ready to accept anything provided you agree to be my Dominant," I retort with determination.

"It doesn't work like this. It's not only about me, my wishes and your willingness to satisfy them. As you'll discover, and as you may have read about, communication and honesty are vital values of a relationship between a Dominant and a Submissive. We're going to work things out together, adjust to each other, but you'll have to tell me everything that's on your mind. Are there aspects that bother you? Things you would like to add? Specific things you want to mention?"

"I can't think of anything at the moment..." I trail off.

"I think there is."

Come on, Ron. Be honest and ask the question that's been burning your tongue after you remembered your dream of last night... Let's have a good laugh!

"Will... Would you let me... top you... occasionally...?" I eventually ask.

"Not. Even. In. Your. Wildest. Dreams," he replies with a deep laughter, his eyes filling with evil lust as he sits down across from me.

Fucking great...

"Listen," he says more seriously. "I know that it sounds like Doms only top and Subs only bottom, and even if that's true in most cases, it's quite cliché. There's a difference between dominating and topping, and then between submitting and bottoming. They're all different concepts and not exclusive to one another. Some Doms actually enjoy anal penetration and it doesn't mean they submit even so. Dominating and submitting are states of mind, while topping and bottoming are sexual acts. Do you understand the difference?"

"Yeah, I think I do. Then why wouldn't you let..."

"Because I'm not one of these Doms who enjoy bottoming, that's it. And my level of dominance is way too high."

"But you just said that dominating and bottoming were compatible."

"And I'm still saying so. These were just two different arguments."

"Hmm..."

"You sound doubtful."

"No, no..."

"Aaron," he then whispers softly, "I'm also aware that what happened to you might..."

"No," I interrupt him, knowing full well what he means. "That is not a problem. I told you that I got over it."

"I'll still be cautious, Menino, and you can count on me to teach you how to enjoy this particular sort of pleasure. When I said that bottoming is a sexual act, it was only partly true because it's also a state of mind outside of the BDSM context. It's about accepting that a man takes you. It involves a lot of trust and selflessness. It can be an emotional challenge too, and in a case like yours, it's also proving your surrender to your Master, and as your Master, I promise that I'll take you to Cloud 9, no matter what you think."

"Pardon me if I doubt that," I reply sorely yet quite hypocritically.

I can still remember that day Josh popped my cherry, and even if it didn't last long enough to make me come, I can't deny that it wasn't that unpleasant and it left me quite on edge and aroused; as I was that time I earned a prostate exam by Marcus; as I was a few days ago when Cam rubbed my anus.

"Trust me, Menino, you will come."

"I'll still miss topping," I reply with hope to find some sort of compromise.

"I never said you wouldn't top, just that you wouldn't dominate," he replies with one of his mysterious smiles, soaring my curiosity. "If you're a good boy, I could invite another Sub in our first scene at the Hell Fire and I might let you top him, under my control."

"Why didn't you start with that kind of information?" I accuse playfully. "When can we s..."

"Patience, Menino. Good things come to those who wait, and only good boys get rewards. You'll have to prove yourself a good and thankworthy Submissive before you get any bonus."

"Okay, so it means I have to behave well to get rewards?"

"Yes, Pet," he confirms with a smirk. "Shall I understand that you assent to this contract?"

"Yes, Master," I reply in a similar tone. "Thank you for trusting me."

"Thank you, Menino. As you may have read, this document isn't legally binding, but it adds to the strength of the relationship and gives it a frame."

"Yes, I know that."

"Like I often told you, communication is a core value in this lifestyle, as much as respect, so as long as you express yourself with due reverence, I will expect you to disclose anything that's on your mind. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good boy. One last detail, and not the least. Safewords."

"Oh, yes, I also read a lot about them."

"These are very important, Aaron, especially as I have yet to learn to know you and your reactions better. Safewording shall never be considered as a failure or a flaw. This is your way out of any tricky situation you can't handle, but it doesn't mean the battle is lost. The same activity or situation may be tried again, either until you get used to it or it becomes a hard limit. So, please, never be afraid to use them. Have you chosen safewords yet?"

"Hmm... yes..." I reply hesitantly, blushing a bit, causing him to cock his eyebrows anticipatingly. "They'd be... Jersey to stop... and Pandemonium to slow down."

Ivan slowly reclines into his chair across from me, folds his arms across his chest and squints at me, as if to read through the meaning of these words.

"Alright, I get it. Jersey is out of bounds, your forbidden place, so it makes sense. What about Pandemonium?"

"Pandemonium is synonym of chaos... disorder," I explain. "I'm a messy person, but I've been trying to fight my disorderly tendencies because you are quite a freak with tidiness, but it's something I have a hard time with... like a soft limit."

"Hmm... nicely thought, and a good use of the expression soft limit. So, if you say Pandemonium, it'll mean we're in a situation where you're struggling but would still be ready to pursue in, provided I loosen up," he comments thoughtfully. "Yes, that's good thinking. Then I guess we're all set. Do you have questions?"

"So you really agree to be my Dominant?" I ask cheerfully.

"Obviously."

"Thank you!!!" I scream as I rise to my feet and walk around the table to straddle his thighs, unashamed by my eager demonstration. "I'll be a good Submissive to you," I promise as I rest my hands on his shoulder.

"You'd better, otherwise you'll end up on my thighs too, but in a different position," he replies meaningfully, and I forcefully disregard mental images of a spanking because that's a part I'm not looking forward to either.

It also helps that Ivan grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me forward while his other hand shifts to grope my ass as his mouth covers mine. It's not really a surprise, but I'm still caught off-guard and gasp, which allows his tongue to invade me.

Powerfully so.

I can feel all his dominance as his wet muscle takes control of my tongue, compelling it to follow his swirls at his own pace while he claims ownership of my mouth. I have half a mind to fight his supremacy, but I quickly realize that it would be pointless.

I must accept my submission to him.

Master Ivan.

I can feel his high superiority over me. His domination is high above mine, making me feel like the baby bird I'm supposed to be, so I just lose myself in the entrancing sensations provided by my surrender. I didn't think I'd like to relinquish that much, even in a kiss, but perhaps it's an Ivan-effect and I truly enjoy complying with his lead.

I only hope this is foreboding a good adaptation to the rest of my submission.

Published on 27 May 2020

We're there, guys, it's time for Aaron's submission phase to really start. Of course, and as you can imagine, it was always part of Ivan's plans to become Aaron's Dom, and without spoiling too much, there's certainly more that Aaron can't see. The fact that the contract has a different form from what you've seen in previous books is all part of my wish to make things a bit different back then, and it's willingly more focused on the Sub's side.

You've had the visit of the club two chapters ago, the introduction to BDSM in the previous chapter, compromising and the contract in this one... I wonder what's left to conclude this initiation? Oh, I know. Smut. Well, that's for the next one.

Till then...