Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 58
You May Call Me Daddy...

⚠️ Warning: this chapter and the next one contain strong Daddy/Baby kink, so if you're not comfortable with this theme, you may skip these chapters.

Saturday 28 August 2004

Camden – 5:20pm: I can't, Ron... I swear... Gonna go back and smash his face... Gonna beat the shit out of that fucker...

Aaron – 5:21pm: No, you're not going back. Leave that guy alone. Stay out of trouble! Use your imagination instead and let the steam off differently!

Camden – 5:25pm: My imagination is telling me to go back to that street, corner the fucker in a dark alley, beat him down... Might pop his cherry out too while I'm at it...

Aaron – 5:26pm: NO WAY!! YOU KNOW WHAT NON-CONSENSUAL SEX IS CALLED AND WHERE IT'D LEAD YOU! YOU'RE NOT ONE OF THESE GUYS, CAM!!

Aaron – 5:27pm: Just fucking use your imagination! You need to work on those angers, Bro!

Fuck! Trying to reason one of your best friends from a distance through texts because he won't answer the phone isn't the easiest. Cam just had a little fight with a guy he caught badgering and harassing a young girl. The chick managed to flee while Cam started to punch the fucker and thank goodness, some passers-by quickly held him back, allowing the culprit to escape, but now, my friend feels frustrated and is willing to hunt the guy.

Camden – 5:27pm: Noooooo... I'm not one of them... Sorry, Ron... Just don't know what to do...

Cam's anger management issues will end up leading him to jail – like his father – if he doesn't grab a better self-control on himself. He usually finds relief in rough sex, but I can't advise him to go out and find a good fuck right now. I'd blame myself if a poor guy got his anus ripped open.

"AAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"

Oopsie.

Aaron, not Pet.

This could sound nice, but the anger leaking out of Ivan's booming voice from upstairs doesn't bode anything good. Not the right time...

"WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?" I shout back as I type a reply to Cam's text.

Aaron – 5:21pm: Cam, strip off, take a warm shower to relax, and while you're there, imagine a cute little twink asks you to tie him up... Imagine him completely restrained... Imagine you're fucking him real hard... And jack off at the same time.

"GET YOUR ASS HERE! NOW!"

With a loud sigh, I jump off the couch where I was lazing and rush up the staircase, hoping that Cam will listen to my advice. I find Ivan in the master bedroom, standing by the entrance of the bathroom, stiffly straightened – hmm... bad sign – arms folded across his chest – not a good sign either... – and his eyes are throwing daggers at me – most probably the worst sign of all.

Shit! What have I done again?

A subtle nod of his chin is all I need to walk past him and into the bathroom where he follows me, and I can't help another sigh of exasperation. Against me, this time. I know better than to leave my mess all around the house, and I usually strive to correct myself, but I guess I must have been distracted earlier.

"This has to stop. Why is it so complicated to throw your dirty clothes inside the hamper instead of at the foot of the hamper? Is it that hard to hang your towel on the heating rack rather than discard it beneath the rack? Is it too much effort to drop your toothbrush inside your cup rather than beside the cup?" he lists dryly.

"Are you giving me an English lesson on prepositions?" I ask chirpily, grinning at him.

Sarcasm is probably not the best attitude, especially not before a special night at the Hell Fire, but come to think about it, I'm just getting in the theme.

"I beg your pardon, Pet?" he seethes as his eyes darken with anger.

"Inside, at the foot of, on, beneath, inside, beside... Feels like a lesson on preposit..." I insist, interrupting myself when I see the muscles of his jaw contract. "Okay, okay, sorry," I sigh, rolling my eyes. "I'll tidy up now."

"You'd better stop that attitude right away, young man," he warns me.

"What!? I'm just getting in the brat role for tonight!" I exclaim with mock offense, and as a smirk forms on his face, his eyes darkening even further, I already know what I'm in for.

"Bend over the sink counter."

Yeah, I might have taken this a little too far...

"I apologize, Master," I reply piteously. "It's almost time to leave and we still haven't had dinner."

"Dinner will be at the club, now bend over the fucking sink," he growls, genuinely serious.

Well done, Aaron... Who's going to be the only Baby Sub with a red butt? You, obviously...

As soon as I have leant my head over my forearms on the counter, giving a perfectly right angle to my mid-section, Ivan slips his fingers beneath my shorts and briefs at my hips and swiftly pulls them down to my ankles.

"Spread your legs," he orders coldly, and as I comply, Ivan walks to stand on my left side, resting a firm hand on my back while his other hand reaches between my legs to fondle my dangling balls. "These nuts feel really full... No wonder after all the edging last night and an orgasm denial..."

Fuck! He's right!

Last night at the Hell Fire, Ivan kept me on my knees between his legs for three hours. Three freaking hours during which I had to keep his cock in my mouth while he was watching other Doms and Subs fuck all over the place. That bastard came seven times throughout the evening! Each time his dick deflated, I had to hold it in my mouth like I would a pacifier and wait for it to swell again before I could resume my bobbing. Way to get a wrinkled penis if you ask me, but the man enjoyed himself.

Himself being a keyword. I was hoping he would let me jack off at some point or that he would return the favor, but that jerk took me to the Subs' room and sprinkled cold water on my hard-on. He just said that it was no punishment and that he was only teaching me orgasm denial, but heck! It was so frustrating!

So, yeah, my balls are heavily loaded right now.

"I could give you the same treatment as I intend to with Jimmy tonight," he trails off mysteriously as he begins to knead my buttocks, "or I could give you a good spanking now, like brats deserve... I'll go for the spanking, but you'd better quit that attitude right away, Pet," he concludes with authority as the first slap hits my left buttock.

The next ones fall one after the other, gentle enough in the beginning, but Ivan quickly picks up speed and strength and only stops once he deems my backside is red enough. To be honest, I lost count, but I bet there must have been at least forty or fifty spanks, and despite the soothing lotion he applies once it's over, the fabric of my clothes still stings when he pulls them up. With a last sharp slap over my covered backside, he dismisses me – well, after I've tidied up the bathroom – and I return to the living room and lie on my stomach on the couch.

Fuck! It is painful!

I just hope that some of the redness will have disappeared by the time I go prep in the Subs' room. However, as I grab my phone, Cam's latest text draws a smile on my lips.

Camden – 5:48pm: You rock, Bro! It was blissful! Thanks!

Best way to brighten my mood. I'm proud I succeeded something today. I don't know how I could truly help my friend further to sort out all these problems of violence. Cam is a good guy, a sweet lamb underneath his wolf costume, and I'm sad that his impulsive urges might get him in trouble someday. I really need to convince him to see a therapist at some point, I'm sure that such people could help to rein in his temper.

When I walk into the Subs' room about an hour later, hungry as hell, my backside still feels painfully warm. Begging Ivan to have dinner before we left almost earned me another sanction, but I caught myself up quickly enough and kept my sassy tongue quiet. He said that food would be catered for this special event and all I hope for is that we're not going to be fed with those nasty baby meals they sell in supermarkets.

As it is the case during all these special nights, all the members have been provided with a list of rules, instructions and a dress code. Weirdly enough, there were no specifications next to the last item for us, Subs. Our instruction list only says that we are supposed to prep as we would for any night at the Hell Fire and wait in the Subs' room, naked, for someone to pick us all up at 8pm sharp.

The room is fully crowded tonight with about fifty Subs either using the toilets for their enema, showering or just waiting because they are already ready, and there's a lot of eagerness in the conversations. For some reason, the theme doesn't appeal to me a lot and it seems like I am an isolated case since even my friends Kwo, Connor and Sam are over-excited.

"Come on, Aaron, smile! It'll be a fun night!!" Kwo cheers.

"If you say so..." I grouse while I start stripping off my clothes.

"At least you'll have a real Daddy, since Master Ivan is much older than you," Sam chips in. "Marcus is only ten years older than I am, it makes things even weirder, and yet, I know I'm going to enjoy it because it'll be a great opportunity to play the brat."

"You don't need a Daddy kink night to play the brat," I deadpan, rolling my eyes.

"True," my friend replies, a seductive expression displaying on his face as he slowly inches forward the bench I am seated on and straddles my lap, lacing his fingers at the nape of my neck. "We can play brats together tonight," he then murmurs, his lips brushing against mine.

"Don't we already do that?"

"Yeah, but during these nights, we're given a lot more freedom... you... me... a playpen... sex..."

"Shut up, you're making me hard..."

"I'd gladly suck your pacifier and make it soft again..."

"Naughty baby," I grunt, rising to my feet and gently pushing him away.

Sam and I have shared a lot of mutual sexual experiences in the last nine months or so. Our respective Doms actually love watching us making out, and they often give us permission to go even further. I know that tonight is bound to yield more sexual activities between the Subs, and that our Masters' approval wouldn't be required, but the themed night hasn't begun yet, so I would rather avoid further troubles for now.

"Have you found a Dom to play with, Connor?" I ask instead, sticking my tongue out to a sulking Sam.

"Si, Senhor! He's only three years older than me, but I don't care," Connor cheers. "It's just role-playing in any case, Aaron, it'll be fun!"

"Being treated as a Baby doesn't sound fun to me," I argue, making them roll their eyes.

"Holy moly... Did you have to get punished before a special night?" Sam chuckles when I remove my boxer briefs, realizing that my butt must still be red.

"Yeah... trying to drown into the baby role by talking back wasn't the best idea I ever had," I sigh as we all head to the sinks to prepare our enemas.

"Definitely not," Kwo agrees. "Damn! Seems like he took it hard..."

"He stopped when he was satisfied with the shade," I chuckle.

Performing my enema has become a familiar activity now, so it's not long before my friends and I meet in the communal showers. We all help each other out to shave and thoroughly clean our bodies. Perhaps as a ploy to change my mind, Kwonmin tells us about his week of vacation with Master Amir in Las Vegas, which he enjoyed greatly. Sadly, their contract is coming to an end, and since the Dominant never offers more than three-month-long relationships, they won't renew it.

Earl and Lewis have joined us in the communal showers, and I'm glad to see that they are in a much brighter mood than last night. Lewis is super-eager about the evening. At 20, he still looks like he's barely 16 and his maturity actually doesn't exceed that figure either. More like 13 to be honest, but he is such an adorable twink with big blue eyes. One that I just want to cuddle and kiss; and fuck too. I'll have to ask Ivan if we can invite him in a threesome someday. I wouldn't mind worshipping his tiny dick or ram into his cute little ass. I'd make him feel good.

The entrance door of the Subs' room suddenly opens and slams shut, giving way to an obviously-angry Ivan who is holding Jimmy's elbow. Having the Master Dom here always has a deep impact and a deafening silence suddenly casts the previously enthusiastic ambiance. My Master quickly squints around the room and his eyes stop on the brothers who are still standing beside me by the communal showers. There is determination in his pace as he drags Jimmy along and stops in front of Earl and Lewis.

"Speak!" he barks.

"I... I... Err... I..." Jimmy stutters.

"Five... Four... Three... Two... One..."

"IapologizeforwhatIsaidyesterday."

"I'm not sure Earl and Lewis understood that well," Ivan growls, pulling on his hair to make him look up at the boys.

"I apologize for what I said yesterday. It was mean and I'm sorry," Jimmy says more clearly.

"Apologies accepted..." the brothers mumble uneasily, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"Are you alright, Boys?"

"Yes, Master Ivan. Can't wait for tonight!" Lewis cheers with a grin, blushing deeply.

"I heard you haven't paired with a Dom, so you'll be some of the orphan children, Boys, right?" Ivan then asks fondly, and the siblings nod in answer. "You'll have fun too. The single Daddies are all good men who will take care of the group of lonely kids," he continues, smiling warmly before he throws an icy look toward Jimmy. "Have you made your choice? A four-week ban and you're leaving now or a two-week ban and you're staying."

Hmm... His logic doesn't sound right to me, but I trust he has something in mind.

"Second one, Sir..." Jimmy mumbles.

"Fine with me. Then you just need to strip off and wait by the door kneeling. You won't need to prep or even shower. And you'd better keep your mouth shut or I'll shove a bar of soap in. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," Jimmy replies as tears pool in his eyes.

"I really hope that it'll teach you a good lesson this time. This club's supposed to be peaceful for everyone to enjoy a good kinky night. This is your last warning, Jimmy. Next time you misbehave, you're permanently banned. Is it clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Boys, there's only fifteen minutes left before Master Mike comes to get you, so hurry up!" Ivan then growls to the rest of the audience before he leaves.

To be honest, I don't even feel sorry for Jimmy who walks to the benches to undress and goes to kneel in a corner by the doors. Deep down, I feel like all men on Earth have some good in them and deserve second chances. There are bastards and fuckers, but there must me ways to pull out their good side over their wrong one. Jimmy is no exception and he just needs to find the strength in him to become a nice guy. And probably a strict Dom to guide him, but all that this idiot wants is to get fucked by different men each night.

Anyway, all the Subs resume their activities and hurry to get ready, and ten minutes later, the fifty of us are kneeling in the Subs' room, stark naked and quiet. I take a deep breath and try to meditate like Sam taught me as an attempt to get into my role for the night, but I'm afraid it's going to be a boring one with more humiliation.

"So many cute little babies," Master Mike coos when he eventually walks in.

The keep-your-head-lowered-rule is off tonight, and I can't help noticing a few cocks twitching as everyone gawks at the gorgeous man in front of us. Mine is no exception, by the way. Master Mike is one of the most handsome hunks at the Hell Fire, with a flawless coffee-with-little-milk skin, thin features and the most defined eyebrows I have ever seen. Due to his obligations at the club as the Security Manager, we rarely get to see him in action, but the few times I saw him play in public were mentally intense.

He is also one of the staff I have truly grown fond of because it's so easy to pick on him and make him go off the hook. Not in a bad way, but I just love how he gets pissed each time I visit his office and purposefully move objects on his neat desk or his shelves. He is such a tidiness freak... My perfect opposite, in fact.

"Pass this box among you, pick one and put it in your mouth," he says, handing a box full of pacifiers to the Sub kneeling in front of him.

I knew they'd make us suck on pacifiers, but these are quite peculiar. Their silicone nipple is in the form of a small penis and the mouth shield looks like two flat testicles. I would have laughed like my fellow Subs if I didn't feel so ridiculous once I have slipped the stupid thing inside my mouth.

"Good boys," Master Mike praises once we have all been provided with infant's soothers. "As you know, babies and toddlers don't really walk, so I want to see you crawling on the floor as you follow me. Once in the main room, your daddies will fetch you to prepare you for the evening," he instructs before his eyes fall on Lewis. "Baby Lewis, there's a slight change of plans and I'll be your Daddy tonight if you wish."

"Yes, Daddy!" the eager voice cheers and Master Mike then focuses on the only Sub in the corner.

"Lucky Jimmy Boy," he chants. "I'll take care of your punishment tonight. I've got a special chair ready for you."

I can hardly believe that Jimmy's cock begins to swell at that. In his place, mine would retract to become like Lewis's penis. I now have an idea of how this sanction is going to play out and I understand the two-week-only ban after that. Master Mike is well-known to get his kicks from fucking a Sub in front of a deprived one, so I guess Jimmy is in for a painful mental teasing while Lewis gets to enjoy the sweet treatment from a gentle Daddy. That will certainly frustrate him to no end.

Well done, Ivan!

Crawling on the floor as per the rule and sucking on our pacifiers, we all follow Master Mike through the corridors until we reach the main room where all the Doms are waiting for us, dressed in corduroy trousers, loafers and V-neck jumpers. Dang! They're hot!! Not as hot as if they were naked, but still hot!

The dancefloor has been rearranged again for the occasion with unusual furniture for a BDSM club. There are high cribs like you can see in hospitals for children – though they're larger to fit adults obviously – high chairs, spacious playpens with cars, dolls and stuffed animals, plenty of couches, armchairs, tables, chairs, strollers and more tables with towels, wipes, cleansing lotions, cotton and... diapers.

On the side of the room, there are also other tables with huge pizzas that make my stomach growl, but unfortunately, I doubt that these are for us. To my utter disappointment, and exactly as I thought, there are big plates of homemade purees and... feeding bottles which are much larger than those I've ever seen. There are also several bottles of water and milk.

Yep, it's going to be a painful evening.

As all the big guys move forward to fetch their babies, cooing and smiling, the most gorgeous one of them comes to squat in front of me, bearing the fondest smile I have ever seen on his face so far. Jeez... He really likes that. The good thing is that it somewhat brightens my mood because I truly want to please him. What catches my attention though at that moment, is not that Jimmy has gotten cock caged or that he is being tied in a highchair by Master Mike, but another man who I have never seen here before crouching beside Ivan.

Said man is beautiful too, in his early or mid-twenties I would say. His dark-blond hair and deep blue eyes give him an angel-like appearance, but the lustful glint shining in his orbs tells me that he is anything but innocent.

"Tonight, you may call me Daddy, Baby," Ivan whispers in his huskiest voice, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. "And this lucky baby has two Daddies tonight," he trails off with a smirk. "Let me introduce you to Master Siegfried. He's German but speaks fluent English. Siegfried is a newly-appointed Dominant at the club and I will be supervising his first scenes here, but I thought he could join us tonight and be your Papa... What do you think, Baby?"

Fuck you! is my first thought, but I keep it deep in my throat.

What the fuck!?

That guy is a new Dom and I haven't seen him train as a Submissive before! My own training is already taking much longer than other dominant candidates – which I know is due to my personal goal to become a Master Dom later – but fuck! That guy hasn't even taken the Sub training! Where's the fairness in that!?

I wish I could explode and throw a bratty tantrum – that would perfectly fit the theme after all – but instead, I take a better look at the handsome hunk who's staring at me with almost-hopeful eyes. Damn! He is freaking gorgeous and has an attractive built. His clothes are hiding firm muscles and I'm curious to see the large bulge between his legs. It might be fun to have a dark-haired Daddy and a blond Papa, even if it augurs an activity I haven't experienced yet.

Pulling on my pacifier and pouting my lips like a little kid, I mock deep thinking for a whole minute, then push the soother back in place to speak unclear words.

"I want two daddies, but would have been nice to have a baby brother too," I cheer meaningfully, making Ivan laugh out.

"A baby brother! I wonder why..." he smirks. "I'll think about it for another Daddy Kink Night. So, I'll be Daddy and Siegfried will be Papa."

"This is nice to meet you, Cutie," Master Siegfried says with his strong foreign accent, brushing the back of his warm knuckles against my cheek. "And thank you for accepting this. Note that I've been given a copy of your... activity sheet and am well aware of your limits and safewords," he then adds softly.

"Welcome," I mumble, quite mesmerized by his intense blue eyes.

"Let's go get this baby ready, then," he then cheers with a bright smile.

Just as I am about to start crawling, Ivan sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me like a little koala. Or a huge koala. What the fuck!? Other than the fact that I feel ridiculous, I wonder how he can do this. It's not like I'm one of those one-hundred-pound twinks, right? I fucking weigh 187 pounds! That guy will never cease to amaze me.

Before I know it, I am laid on a table over a large towel and Siegfried picks an adult diaper that he opens up and slips the larger part under my butt.

"Aww... poor baby with a bum rash," he sighs, gently rubbing the back of his fingers on my irritated skin.

"Mmm... or he messed up at the wrong moment," Ivan smirks as he takes the cleansing lotion and pours some on a cotton.

The coldness makes me shiver as he rubs the pad all over my privates and between my ass cheeks – as if I wasn't clean already... – rolling down the foreskin to insist on the mushroom head.

"Our baby is well-endowed," Siegfried murmurs. "And he has a nice piercing."

"True... I hope it'll fit inside the diaper," Ivan concurs as he starts stroking my shaft, making me moan as my manhood swells.

"Yes... Definitely a big one," Siegfried comments while he fondles my balls.

Don't move, guys... Wait till I piss in your faces!

What!? I've heard that parents often get wet while changing their babies' diapers. A little accident could happen... Too bad Ivan eventually closes the other side of the diaper over my privates, carefully tucking my erection upwards before he affixes the sticking straps at the front, tightly enough.

"Right. Our baby's ready now. Let's go give him some water," Ivan then says with a wink toward his evening husband.

I want food, not water! I'm hungry!

Yet, Siegfried leads me to one of the free couches and gently settles me on his lap, cradling me fondly, while Ivan fetches a large bottle of water. I see that everyone else has engaged in similar activities all around and they seem to be enjoying themselves. My pacifier suddenly gets pulled out and another nipple replaces it.

"Hungry," I whine, spitting the nipple and tilting my head to the side.

"You need to drink first, Baby," Ivan replies firmly once he has taken a seat on Siegfried's left beside my feet. "All of it!"

The nipple is shoved back inside my mouth and with a discreet sigh, I begin to suck. The water feels good, but I really need food now, so I quickly gulp down the at-least-15 ounces of liquid, hoping that the next activity will take me to one of those highchairs.

"Such a good baby," Siegfried says as he retrieves the nipple from my mouth and pulls me closer to his chest, patting my back.

What? Does he expect me to blurt?

Hey! I have manners, Mister!

"I believe this baby's hungry, so let's go feed him," Ivan chants as he rises to his feet to take me in his arms.

Ahah! You wish you had a tinier Sub right now?

My sarcastic self should shut up because that hunk has near to no problem carrying me to one of the highchairs where I get strapped – who knows? I might fall off... – and a tray gets attached to the armrests. A bib is quickly tied around my neck, and Siegfried soon comes back with a plateful of puree and minced ham. The two Doms take chairs to sit in front of me, each carrying a spoon and start feeding me.

Damn! It feels quite embarrassing.

My friend Sam is sitting next to me with Marcus feeding him the last of his puree, apparently enjoying themselves a lot, and I can't help burst out laughing when the baby spits out all the contents of his mouth, covering his Daddy with the mashed potatoes and carrots.

"Seems like this baby is seeking a spanking," Ivan groans, trying to contain his laughter.

Just you wait, Daddy... That evening might turn out fun in the end.

"Yep, I think so," Marcus grumbles with mock irritation, wiping his face with another napkin. "Unless I sit him with Jimmy and go help another father with their baby..."

"Pwease!!!! No, Daddy!! Sam good now!!!" my friend whines, completely drowned into his role.

"Open, Baby Aaron," Siegfried says, pressing another spoon to my lips and for a while, I continue swallowing my puree quietly while the men chat with Marcus and eat their pizza.

I'm just too hungry to protest anyway, but I wish I could get a slice too. Taking advantage of a few seconds they are too absorbed watching Marcus carry Sam away, I lean to the side toward the table and surreptitiously steal a slice of pizza that I entirely stuff inside my mouth.

"Oh, God..." Siegfried sighs.

Yes, Papa. That's what happens to parents who don't carefully watch over their baby...

Ivan is quick to react, though, and tries to fetch it back with his finger, and none of my wriggling and fighting helps. Unfortunately, most of the pizza gets out, though making a beautiful mess in the struggle. There are bits everywhere on the tray and on my daddies' jumpers, which obviously makes me giggle like a baby.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Seems like another baby will get a spanking," Siegfried grouses.

As both men pull over their tops, I smirk at them openly, finally able to gawk at two beautiful chests. I won't mind a little spanking anyway, it'll be worth having these men topless; until I remember that my ass is already sore.

"Sounds about right. A good spanking just before the nap," Ivan agrees.

A nap? Seriously?

"Right! Drink a bit more before we go, Baby," Siegfried orders, pressing the nipple of a tumbler to my lips.

I willingly drain down the whole cup, but sadly, my bladder awakens at that moment. While the men unstrap me from the chair, I ponder on jumping off and rushing to the toilets, but since I'm in for more spanks already and I don't want to spoil all of Ivan's fun, I snuggle against him when he carries me up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and lean to his ear.

"Daddy...?"

"Mmm... yes, Baby?"

"I need the toilets..." I whisper.

"Number two?" he asks warily because he knows my hard limits regarding scat.

"Nah... Weewee..." I sigh with mock exaggeration, and all I hope for is that he won't accompany me to the restrooms to hold my stick.

"Oh, fine, then. You got your nappy on, Baby," he chuckles.

Is he fucking kidding me? I'm not pissing in the diaper!

Unfortunately, his scowl tells me otherwise. And it's full of determination.

Oh shit...

Published on 18 September 2021

Hello there! Yes, updates are back at last :)

So, here you go with the first part of the Daddy kink night. To be honest, that's a theme I'm not particularly fond of but which I wanted to broach at least once as part of my goal to bring Aaron to try almost everything he could in the lifestyle. It was also a good way to show Aaron's cranky mood and it's actually the beginning of his tiredness with the situation.

Also, you got to see a bit more of Mike, the security manager at the Black Diamond, and above all, you have now been introduced with Siegfried who you might remember from The Darker Side of the Moon as he was Jeremy's Master while Gary was away, and the instigator of Jeremy's gang bang in that book.

You'll get the second part of the Daddy kink night next week, so see you then!