Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 55
I Am Ready...

📌 Temporary Note: The Slave Night comes in two chapters.

Saturday 26 June 2004

"Aren't you finishing, Pet?" Ivan asks in a wary tone as I shut the lid of the box over a little less than half of my favorite pizza.

"No, I'm done."

"You'll need stamina tonight."

No need to remind me.

"I know, but I've had enough, and I'm not hungry anymore."

"Are you nervous?"

What do you think, Master? I'm about to get debased and abused by several men for perhaps five or six hours tonight, so what do you fucking think, Master?

Thanks to Ivan's help and relations, Mistress Ellie's venture for a separate BDSM club went faster than we thought, and while her Red Hell has its grand opening tonight, the Hell Fire is celebrating its first all-gay evening with a Slave Night. The one themed event I was more or less dreading.

"A bit, but nothing I can't handle, Master," I reply quite confidently.

"I'll be sure to make you relax before it starts," Ivan says warmly, checking his watch. "It's almost 7, so let's go downstairs. I just need to stop by Mike's office before we go and meet the others."

Taking a silent deep breath, I grab my duffle bag from the couch in Ivan's office and follow him down the staircase and to the control room. The former security manager at the Hell Fire followed Mistress Ellie, so as expected, Master Mike was appointed as his successor – not because he is Anton's brother, but because he was qualified for the job – and although I have never spent much time in that area, I can tell that sexy hunk has already taken up the place. Where there used to be heaps of electronic hardware in the meeting room as well as boxes of files and papers everywhere, it looks all neat and clean.

"Here's what you'll need for tonight," Ivan says as he drops a folder on Mike's desk – a folder that the new manager instantly straightens in front of him. "Make copies of the boys' activity sheets and have your guys distribute them to each participant, including Aaron's even if he filled it with a 3 for all the activities and set scat as his sole hard limit. Also, make sure you set up a differential list between those who bring clean test results and those who show traces of infections or didn't provide results."

"Alright, Boss," Mike answers seriously, briefly peeking at me as I begin to play with his pot of pens.

"I want a copy that list before we kick off the evening, and once it starts, I want your guys to closely watch all the attendees, and more specifically those who didn't bring recent results and those who are positive with STDs and STIs."

"That's the plan, Ivan," Mike replies before he snatches the pot from my hands and rests it further away. "Aaron, keep your hands in your pockets or don't touch anything!"

"Oof... are you a tidiness freak, Mike?" I tease him.

"That's Master Mike for you, Boy," he grunts, making me roll my eyes as Ivan tries to contain a chuckle. "Anything else, Ivan?"

"Nope, I'll take that boy away before he gets in trouble," Ivan chuckles.

"Seems like a good plan. I guess he's in for enough intensity tonight, no need to add a punishment," Mike adds very seriously and without a hint of smugness.

"Absolutely," Ivan concurs as he leads me out.

"So uptight," I grumble under my breath.

"A bit, but he's a fantastic guy, you'll learn to know him better, Pet," Ivan whispers as we walk toward the main entrance. "Oh, perfect, the others have arrived. Good evening, Boys!" he then cheers as we reach the three selected Slaves.

Of course, there was a selection among the few candidates who applied for the Slave roles. Not all Subs are deemed capable to go through certain tortures during such a theme night, so the volunteers had serious interviews with Ivan and their respective Doms when they had one before the Master Dom picked the ones he esteemed the most prepared. All the other Subs attending tonight will also indulge in wilder kinks with their respective Doms, and they might also be asked to participate in certain activities, but the four lucky winners for the position of Slave are...

Kwonmin, Connor, Jimmy and me.

At the end of the day, this is not so much of a surprise. Jimmy is a renowned masochist at the Hell Fire, his only hard limit being cock and ball torture because Mister is too sensitive down there. As for Connor and Kwo, they have always hailed their determination to participate into the next Slave Night, so there was no hesitation on Ivan's side. The cute Asian having recently signed up for a three-month contract with a Dom, it was harder to convince his Master, but it seems like the little minx found the right arguments to make him yield.

So, here we are, four Slaves for other Doms to use and abuse as they wish – all within consensual roleplay, obviously. Everything has already been thoroughly planned and orchestrated in advance, and even if Ivan kept a few surprises in terms of procedure, we all know what we should expect more or less.

"Any questions about the evening in general, Boys?"

"No, Master Ivan," we all reply in unison.

"All good. I'll just remind you of one thing: safewords. If at any time the situation becomes too intense, use your safewords. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master Ivan."

"You can go and use the girls' former Subs' room to proceed with your enema – and only your enema – then please meet me in the main room. No need to get dressed as you already know. Jimmy and Connor, I'll have two Doms available for a relaxation session before the evening starts; Kwonmin, Master Amir will be here for you. See you in fifteen minutes."

After a brief hug to each of us, Ivan heads toward the main room while Connor, Kwonmin, Jimmy and I hurry to the girls' locker room which is situated just next to our usual one. The Master Dom only gave us fifteen minutes, so we waste no time chitchatting and all perform our enemas, which is followed by a quick shower to refresh and the mandatory inspection of our mouths. As we put on our collars, I can tell that Kwo and Connor are extremely excited for tonight – their erections are enough of evidence, I guess – and even Jimmy looks quite eager despite his habitual cold attitude.

Fifteen minutes and a group hug – that Jimmy surprisingly shares with us – later, the four of us head to the main room of the Hell Fire where Ivan is waiting for us, now dressed in his leather trousers and combat boots, and surrounded by three Dominants. Ivan explains that guests are beginning to arrive but that the evening won't start until another forty-five minutes that we should use as a relaxing moment in the private alcoves. Upon his instructions, Jimmy follows Master Jack the Sadist, Kwonmin goes with Master Amir, and Connor with Master Bradley – whom I know to be a doctor – while I naturally end up with my own Master.

Once I have settled on the bed, face down, Ivan silently engages in a delightful massage of my entire body, and his skilled fingers manage to loosen up each of my muscles, turning me into a limp ragdoll.

"Mmm... feels so good, Master. You should do that more often."

"I always do during aftercare, Pet."

"Not the same..."

"Oh, you're talking about precare?" he chuckles, and I only hum in answer. "Precare's only before very intense scenes."

Very intense scenes.

Over the past few weeks, I have tried not to dwell too much on what I'm about to go through tonight, and the truth is that I'm not even scared because Ivan prepared me dutifully. He fucked other Subs in front of me to try my possessiveness; he made me submit to Marcus once more after Sam's latest flare-up was over, to Master Ryan – an obnoxious Dom that I don't appreciate – and just two weeks ago, he offered my hole to a Dominant trainee on his certification night. He also had Sam face-fuck me on a punishment bench while he and Marcus were ramming into our asses.

I could have safeworded many times. Had all this happened back in December or even January, I would have safeworded, but Ivan is a clever man and I'm a strong menino. Ivan was smart enough to take my submission on a step-by-step progression and never pushed me to the next level until I was ready. I can't say that I have enjoyed everything so far, and sometimes, it's still difficult to drown in my submissive role, but thanks to my powerful determination, I always find the strength to go further.

Aside of my deep motivation to become a Master Dom, I must admit that safewords are a blessing. I haven't used mine since the day I was severely punished back in January, but knowing that I ultimately hold all the power and that I could use them at any time helps me to push myself closer to my limits. Each time I'm about to scream Pandemonium or Jersey, I encourage myself to take a little more, then a little more, then again a little more until the scene is over. Ivan is fully aware of this subterfuge and he calls it strong will. I know it's what will help me to go through this Slave Night; that and the fact that I wouldn't hesitate to safeword if things go too far.

"How are you feeling, Pet?" Ivan asks with his huskiest voice as his hands now kneads my buttocks.

"All good, Master," I reply confidently despite my sleepy voice.

Ivan, who is sitting on the back of my knees, picks a tube of ointment and the next second, he parts my ass cheeks to squirt some of the substance on my pucker.

"What's that... Master?" I exclaim, trying to prop myself up on my elbows, but he's quick to pin me back into the mattress.

"It's just a slightly anesthetizing cream, Pet, to help your ass loosening up," he explains, rubbing the ointment over the fragile skin and just at the entrance. "You'll need more of that later..."

"Ugh, thanksforremindingme," I mutter with my face buried into the pillow.

"It's not too late to draw back, you know," he soothes as he lies down beside me and pulls me into a hug.

"I want to do this."

"I know you do. But it's my responsibility to remind you that you can safeword at any time too," he says for the umpteenth time since we started talking about the Slave Night. "I know you like to push yourself, I expect you to be on your best behavior, but I will never blame you if you decide that the game should stop. Never consider safewording as a failure. And I'll have you know that I too can stop it at any moment if I decide that you're pushing yourself too far. I've gotten to know you by heart, Pet. I know your reactions, trust me. I'll see it if you become uncomfortable and go too far."

"I know, Master."

"Now I want you to close your eyes and meditate," he says, hugging me tighter. "Remember that it's all about roleplaying, but you have to be in the right state of mind before the evening starts. Tonight, you'll be treated like an object, a toy, a sex slave. As I told you, being my Submissive will only yield more members to use and abuse you. I will always be around watching over you and checking your reactions. I'll also participate. Just don't forget that I'll always be around."

Like a guardian angel... I like that.

Being the Master Dom's Submissive somehow makes me some sort of unattainable goal for many; the Sub they can't touch without the Master Dom's consent. I am fully aware that I'll get the toughest treatments because they will all seize the opportunity to use what they're not allowed to in normal times.

I'm ready for this.

Almost exactly a year ago, a Good Samaritan saved me from a fight I could have died in and took me under his wings to teach me how to fly. And fly I have, as much as time has.

I can hardly believe that my first year in college is over – successfully so, since I passed all the tests with better grades I could hope for, raking in many credits for my bachelor's degree. There are still two more years to go, but if I keep it this way, my last year might be a pleasant walk in the park. Who ever thought that I, Aaron Cox, the dunce in high school, would ever manage such personal growth? Certainly not me.

This is all thanks to Ivan and his dominance. Without him, I would probably be buried six feet underground. Without his guidance and his authority, I would never have had the bright future I am now craving for. I'm not there yet, but I will, in due time. Patience is a virtue I have learned the hard way, but I own the strength and willpower to reach my ultimate goals.

Now I wish I could celebrate the end of this first year around Ivan through another reunion with my best friends over the summer here in Los Angeles, but unfortunately, it won't be possible.

Cam's part-time job at the hospital has turned full-time until the beginning of the next schoolyear in order to make more money because his grants barely cover his tuition fee, dwelling and food. He will only allow himself ten days off to visit his mother and Sony who apparently needs his big brother desperately. The little boy is turning nine on July 22nd, so Cam will fly to New Jersey around that time, but he will work for the rest of the summer.

Unsurprisingly, Mark's first year was a total success. Our future cook finished second of his class, passed his tests and received the final approval for his transfer to France. That lucky bastard will spend the next three years or so in one of the best schools in Paris to learn French traditional cuisine and to train with great chefs. Sadly, it means that we will be nine hours apart and that it will be even more difficult to meet since the plan involves him working in restaurants of the capital during school breaks. His parents promised to visit him at least once a year during their annual break, but meanwhile, I understand that he wants to spend the whole of July in Collingswood before he flies to Paris in early August.

In the end, Josh is the only one I might see. His first year in Yale was such a success that even his father praised him eloquently, and as a reward, not only are his parents taking him for three weeks to Brazil, but they also offered that he spends most of August in Paris with Mark. I am sincerely happy for these two because Josh will certainly be a strong support for Mark as he settles in France, and I bet that they will have a lot of sexy fun in the City Of Love. The cherry on top is that he also convinced his old man to spend the last week in Los Angeles – supposedly with a few college friends – so I am eagerly looking forward to his visit.

On my side, I will be quite busy too. Ivan promised that he would involve me even more in the organization of the Hell Fire, so I will assist him in his daily tasks and he also offered a part-time job as a waiter at the club, which will be a nice professional training for my future career. One of my goals is also to finalize my project for a new Subs' room, and since the club has now become all-gay, my idea is to simply expand our current locker room over the girls' former space to make it much larger and more comfortable.

All in all, that's a lot of good news, but I am still sad that I won't get to see all my childhood friends until a long time. I miss them badly... I just wish I could fast-forward to a few years later so that we can all reunite and enjoy our adulthood together. I wish I could have them beside me forever.

"Time to go, Slave," Ivan whispers after a long moment of silence, and as he pulls me from my thoughts, I realize that people must have arrived since the club has grown louder.

Slave, though... I guess the themed event has started.

"Let the fun begin," he smirks as he snaps a leash to my collar and pulls to make me kneel on the bed where more items have been placed.

Ivan leans down to briefly peck my lips before he stretches an open-mouth gag before me. The kiss was a slight respite, but as a dark shadow casts his expression, I know that he is already deep into his role, and consequently, it comes as no surprise that the indented silicone ring is unceremoniously shoved inside my mouth, forcing it open, before he swiftly secures the strap at the back of my head with a buckle. I also watch him tie a Velcro strap above my elbow, one that holds an electronic device with a button that I can press if I need to safeword while unable to speak, though I know about a few more options such as bells, balls or moves that we will be given throughout the evening, depending on the activity we are going through.

"Off we go, Slave," orders darkly as he tugs on the leash and makes me crawl down to the floor before he leads me to the main room.

This is it, you're there, Ron... Good luck!

Since I'm on my hands and knees, with my head lowered, I can't really see much of what's happening in the Hell Fire, but I can tell that it's crowded because there are legs everywhere. The main room has been rearranged for the occasion, with all the armchairs and couches scattered around the dance floor. In order to avoid damaging the wooden floor of the dancing area, thick protective canvas have been laid all over, and various instruments have been placed here and there.

The creaking sound of my limbs shuffling on the unusual flooring is a bit stressing, but not as much as all the looks I can feel running all over my naked body or the appreciative grunts erupting from around the room.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Ivan leads me toward a weird arrangement that almost makes me gasp when I briefly peek up. There are two long and high parallel bars fixed to poles with my three fellow slaves already restrained. Their ankles have been secured within thick padded cuffs on one bar and the same happened to their wrists on the other bar, leaving them hanging from there, with their back side standing at about four of five feet from the floor and legs wide open. Before I know it, I find myself in the same position, first on the left. A yellow ball is pushed inside my left hand and a red one in my other hand, balls that I'm supposed to drop if I need to safeword.

"Gentlemen!" Ivan calls out loudly to the audience once the music has been lowered, "Welcome to our fifth Slave Night. These four slaves are here for you to use and abuse tonight, and I hope you will enjoy yourself as much as you have in the past years for those who were already among us. Please let me remind you of a few rules among the list you have agreed to when you registered for this special night. Condoms are at your disposal and you are required to use as many as you switch between slaves. Barebacking is strictly forbidden, but you're allowed to spill as much milk as you want over their bodies – or inside their mouths if you're clean of all STDs.

"I remind you that while you indulge in your darkest fantasies, tonight is all about roleplaying, and as much as these slaves are here to be treated as toys, objects, or whatever, their safety and well-being remain my main concern. The slaves know full well what they're in for, but I will NOT tolerate any permanent marks, blood, significant damage, extreme abuse or injuries. AT ALL.

"As far as STDs are concerned, I remind the few who presented Mike with positive results for hepatitis or cytomegalovirus that they're not allowed to play with the Slaves without condoms or spill any kind of fluid over them, and that includes urine. The same goes for those who didn't provide recent test results at all.

"You've been given their activity sheets and safewords; needless to say you're expected to respect them at all times. Remember they're still human beings... and might need breaks at some point. Mike also gave you a list of their hard limits. Not respecting them would turn you right into a slave yourself as a punishment. We are all here to enjoy a fun night, so beware of any form of abuse. This must remain consensual.

"Now that's been said, I wish you a good evening. And before we can truly dive in this darkest night... let's have those slaves all prepped up for us!"

Holy crap... Ivan's authoritative voice booming in the room left the audience utterly silent and goosebumps have risen on my arms, but the last words have gotten me all giddy. Way to start the evening with some sort of hardcore stuff! Even if we already performed an enema, going through another one in public sounds quite embarrassing.

I don't have time to dwell on this for long though, as four naked Submissives approach with hospital stands that hold several pouches of water and tubes, followed by four Dominants pushing trolleys on which basins, towels and what not are resting.

Before I know it, one the Subs parts my buttocks and a Dom pushes a thick tube inside my rectum. As I close my eyes and tilt my head backward, I feel the water invade my insides, quickly making me feel so full that I don't know how I'll be able to hold this back. Well, I'm not supposed to anyway, right? Even if I wanted to, I'd never be able to keep my ring of muscles clenched for long, and indeed, as soon as the tube is out, my rectum releases all its contents.

Jeez...

That's just part of the game, Aaron... That's what they want to see, and the water must be clear since you already performed an enema.

The operation is repeated not less than six times and if I judge by the groans echoing around the room, it seems like those perverts are enjoying the enema play.

Worse is coming though and I mentally brace myself when I see more trolleys coming with stacks of cold wax-strips. I know that a few Subs use those or other sorts of wax to keep their privates perfectly smooth, but that's not something I was really wishing to try. However, as it's been the case over the past few months with relishing into whipping and flogging to alleviate my emotions regarding my Submissive condition, I drown into the physical pain while more Subs cautiously remove all the air on my privates and between my ass cheeks.

It's not extra-painful, but I promise myself that once I have become a Dominant, I will never require a Sub to do this for me unless he wants it. Shit! This is too unpleasant! I am proud to say that I silently go through this ordeal much better than my fellow slaves who keep screaming, and mean as I can be sometimes, I'm glad to say that Jimmy even drops his red ball, meaning that the Subs have to finish him off with a disposable razor instead. Wimp!

After these two humiliating parts, having Subs clean us up with shower gel and washing the soap off our bodies is a piece of cake and almost pleasant as the guys are really sweet, taking the greatest care of us. A few Doms then join us and lock our manhood in chastity devices. Quite logical... It perfectly fits with the slave theme, but I wasn't particularly looking forward to reuniting with the metal cage. This is so going to be painful at some point. Not that I am aroused at all at the moment after all this humiliation – my cock is just as limp as a slug – but I'm certain that some of these one-evening Sadists will manage to make me hard one way or the other.

"Such good and beautiful slaves, aren't they?" Ivan praises once we have been freed from the bars and made to kneel at display in a round a bit further from the messy spot.

While some people clear the previous area and throw new canvas there, loud groans of content and approval resound in the room, and I can tell that their excitation has risen a notch higher.

"Present your asses, Slaves!!"

At that order, the four of us turn around to face each other in the same large circle and lean forward to stretch our arms on the floor and prop our butts up.

"Such cute little asses... tight asses... As the Master Dom, I'm the lucky one who gets the privilege to rip them open for the first time, but no worries, my fellow Doms, I'll leave them tight enough for you," Ivan smirks as I hear the sound of a plastic wrapping being torn open. "Higher up, Slave," he barks, slapping Connor's backside on my right.

The twink who has one of the strongest humiliation kinks at the club yelps but soon enough, he begins to moan with pleasure. After barely two minutes, the rubber gets discarded on the floor, another one used, and I get to feel a fair dose of lube dumped at the crack of my ass before a finger shoves more of the substance inside my hole.

Relax, Aaron... Ivan has been preparing you for this over the last few weeks. You need to loosen up...

It's true that my Master has quite often tried to penetrate me without preparation lately since that's part of the game during a Slave Night, but it doesn't make it much easier or less painful as his fat cock slowly pushes past my tight ring of muscles. I can't help a piteous whimper that apparently fulfills his sadistic urges and makes him grunt with content as he shoves himself deep inside of me, ever so slowly. The sting remains as he thrusts in and out at a slow pace for a couple of minutes, but the torture is soon over and he moves on to Kwo on my left and then Jimmy in front of me.

Meanwhile, it seems like Doms have gathered around us, just too eager to have their share as fast as possible.

"Have fun, gentlemen!" Ivan cheers once he is done piercing the last ass and right then, two distinct streams of warm liquid hit my backside, one of them clearly aiming at my hole.

There we go...

Published on 22 July 2020

So, that was the first part of the Slave Night, nothing too bad so far, but there needed to be some background since the previous chapter was set three months before. Most of the action will happen in the second part, but as you could see, Aaron is mentally ready to go through it.

Meanwhile, enjoy a nice week and see you next Wednesday!