Black Moon Series Book #5
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Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron Chapter 67 Master Trainee Aaron
Saturday 4 December 2004
All these eyes.
All these eyes on me as I walk into the Hell Fire tonight, dressed in my new leather pants – fitted leather pants – head high instead of lowered, and my neck free of any leather collar.
All these eyes gawking at me feel like they would undress me if they could. They scream I should cast my own chocolate orbs down, but it won't happen. As per Ivan's advice, I have worked on keeping a poker face over the past week, meditating a lot about my new role to be ready when the time would come to meet my peers, and as I stare back at all these men whom we come across as we traverse the crowded room, my face is only expressing determination and self-confidence.
This is my first night at the Hell Fire as a Dominant trainee and as much as I am extremely horny and eager to share a scene that Ivan has scheduled with Lewis, the adorable twink with a small penis, I must admit that I am slightly anxious about the other Dominants' reactions. They have known me as a Submissive for a full year. A lot – too many to my taste – of them have abused my mouth whenever Ivan thought I needed to submit to other men. Some fucked me. Some even gang-banged me. Earning their respect might take time as Ivan warned me, but I trust my nerve and natural dominance to overpower this submission I went through.
One day, these men will submit to me.
When I become a Master Dom.
As per the plan, Ivan and I go straight to his favorite couch and I stoically sit down beside him. No kneeling between his legs tonight. This won't happen again.
Marcus joins us only a minute later and, after a warm handshake, settles on my other side, soon followed by Sam who drops to his knees beside his Master and throws me a brief but proud peek before he lowers his head.
I wanted to be here last Saturday already, but Ivan convinced me to wait for another week. He thought it would be better for me to reflect on my status, so I simply followed his advice. That day, we had a long conversation with Anton about this and Ivan's thoughts on my future, but the goal was mostly to brainstorm on the new program we want to establish to train Dominants, just to have his opinion on the subject matter. The afternoon was quite prolific as we were able to lay down all the major points.
That evening, I worked more on my own while Ivan spent the evening at the Hell Fire. His purpose wasn't to enjoy a night of sex while I was stuck at home – though he might have, and as weird as it may sound, I jacked off twice imagining him fuck a Sub. His official objective was to seek a few of his closest Dom friends' support actually. Siegfried. Bradley and Jack, the Sadists. Mike. Orwell, the piercer. Marcus, of course. He wanted to officially inform them about my new role and make sure they would tame down other Doms who might cause problems. All these men will know to shut up other hunks around the room should sarcastic remarks fly off.
