Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 51: Dullness
(Noah's POV - Sat. 1 May 2015)
Well this has been a long week made of ups and downs; many more ups than downs by the way, but still very busy and tiring so the weekend is more than welcome.
On the downside, there was Alex's departure first. Even if I haven't known him for very long, the fragility I sensed in him touched me and attracted me beyond any logic. It was like I felt close to him in a way and this is probably because we both experienced intense loneliness before we met the right persons. Whatever it is, Alex's departure has affected me a lot and I am not only talking about the stupid reaction I had on Sunday evening in the bathroom.
I didn't really mean to cut myself then; I wanted to but I wouldn't have done this knowing that Camden would show up any minute. I just needed to hold the blade in my hand and feel how much good it could do me. I thought it would soothe me enough but once I felt the cold metal between my fingers, my vision blurred and I quickly found myself heaving on the floor until Camden arrived. I saw the anger in his eyes, but not only; there was fear and disappointment as well and I hated myself so much for upsetting him.
However, I truly needed him right then. I needed him to soothe my mental distress but I also wanted to provide him with an opportunity to release some of his pressure. He had promised he would help me when I'm in need for pain, so he could only agree. It worked pretty well! The lashes of the flogger licking my skin appeased me although I wish he wouldn't have refrained on his strength like he did. I could have taken much more, but I think he is still in his let's-take-things-gradually process. As long as it allowed him to relieve part of his tension and soothed my anxiety, that was enough.
Sadly, this doesn't bring back Alex. I may sound too sensitive, but I just can't help feeling people's emotions and this just saddens me; not only for Shannon and Mark, but also for Alex. Camden told me that he ran away with cash but certainly not enough to start a new life so easily. What if he doesn't find a job and become a homeless? I lived on the streets for a year and a half, and I know how hard it is. I am not pretending to be better or stronger than him and if I managed myself, he should be able to as well, but I sincerely worry for him. I hope he returns soon.
On the upside of the week, many good things happened. First, there was the amazing weekend in the forest, one of the best I ever had. I love hiking! Camping might not be my favorite thing after having been a homeless and now that I can appreciate the comfort of a house, but camping with Camden obviously takes a different meaning. I would do that again anytime! Sex under the tent was awesome and I don't think I ever screamed with pleasure like I did that night. Knowing that we were alone, in the middle of nature, exacerbated my senses. To say the least...
There was this embarrassing moment I came into my pants without the slightest stimulation. Camden made me blow him in the middle of the afternoon, and fuck, it was so hot to do that in the open air! I got so excited that I wasn't able to control my orgasm. I did try to hide it from him, but of course, he had to find out and that earned me a punishment, which I accepted with pleasure. The spanking soothed my shame and giving him head once more made me feel redeemed for the lie by omission.
Having worked quite a lot throughout the previous week, I only had to review my notes over the weekend, but despite those moments dedicated to schoolwork, these two days just by ourselves were really great. I liked every minute of it: walking, taking pictures, kissing, having sex, cuddling in the same sleeping bag – jeez!! I loved feeling his warm body against mine!! And when it was time to go back home, I was exhausted but happy to see my puppy again. It's great that Silvo and Maria could watch over him, they are really adorable old people!
That getaway did me a lot of good in any case, even if it ended with sad news. It still recharged my batteries and allowed me to rock A's at all my tests this week, except for a B+ in Math which is still decent. The best news was brought on Tuesday evening after Camden had lunch with Joshua. Daddy wanted to get some advice about colleges where I could study architecture or design.
Knowing that I still don't know exactly what I want to do, Joshua came up with a very attractive offer. He suggested that I spend two weeks at his company among architects, designers and engineers in June after graduation so that I can get a better idea of what each job consists in. Other than the fact that it will allow me to meet interesting people and make my choice, I will be working with Liam and I couldn't be happier about this.
My friend called me on Wednesday during my lunch break while he was also in college and we discussed this very briefly. He told me about his colleagues and the work he does at the company. It sincerely pleased me to hear how eager he is that in about a month time we will be spending a couple of weeks together. By then, his school year will be over and he will be back to work full time. Such great news feels good in this sad period, he said and I could only agree. So right now, I will try my best to work my ass off and get a good GPA, not only to please my Daddy, but also because I want to get the best chances on my side to obtain a scholarship.
This part worries me a lot, to be honest. Camden tells me not to worry about anything but I know that students usually select their colleges much earlier than that and I am a bit scared that my registration will come too late. I don't expect one of those fancy schools because I would never be able to afford one, but I assume that the same goes with less popular universities. Now that I am leading a more stable life - or to be more precise, now that Camden leads my life - I really want to do something with my future. I don't have particularly high expectations, but I want an honest job that will keep me busy and greatly interested; one that I won't mind spending hours a day working.
"Hey daydreamer... we're here..." Camden says softly with a chuckle as he gently shakes my knee. Taking a look at my surroundings, I realize that we are already parked at the rear of the club and that I haven't seen anything of the landscape since we reached the highway out of Lisle.
"Wow, that was quick..." I reply with a sleepy voice.
"Are you sure you want to go tonight, Noah? You look so tired, we should have stayed home," Camden sighs, making me startle.
"No!! I'm not tired! I was just lost in my thoughts!!" I argue with exaggerated enthusiasm. I don't want to go back home now, even if I am really tired. "Besides, I want to see Liam and I can't leave him alone. He told me that Shannon and Mark wouldn't come tonight and I know he has other friends here but I promised him we'd be there..."
"Okay fine, I'll also keep company to Josh and Aaron, but we won't stay too late," he says, leaning over for a brief kiss. We both pull out of the car just when another black SUV drives into the parking lot and stops in the spot next to us. "Speaking about the devil..." he adds with a chuckle as his friend gets out.
"You know what they say about the devil... He has a long tail..." Joshua smirks at him.
"Long doesn't count if it's not thick, dumbass!" Camden comments sarcastically while they greet each other with a hug.
"Yeah, that's why you added some piercings to your dick; it makes it decently thick..." Joshua throws back with a guffaw and I almost burst out laughing.
"I know a certain friend of ours who screamed at the top of his lungs when he felt it and there was no piercing at that time..." Camden chants. Liam has reached my side and is shaking his head in disbelief at our Doms' bickering, but we both giggle at their antics.
"True... but he was also a vi..." Joshua starts arguing.
"Argh, just shut up!" Camden growls in frustration before he turns to me. "Noah, I saw you roll your eyes," he then scolds me. My giggling immediately stops and I feel a light blush cover my face.
"I'm sorry, Daddy..." I reply, casting my eyes down.
"Right, let's go now. Is Liam allowed to go dancing tonight?" he asks Joshua as we all head toward the entrance of the club. Liam has taken my hand and we are following our Doms.
"Sure! Boys, go get ready and be at the VIP area by 9:00 the latest," Joshua instructs.
"Baby Boy, don't forget to ask for your red bracelet," Camden adds as he rests a hand at the nape of my neck and leans down to kiss me, suppressing the pout that had formed on my lips at the mention of the ugly bracelet. I know it's necessary for now and to be fair, they aren't that disgraceful but I like my wrists bare. Except for restraints, shackles or rope of course! "Soon you'll be collared and won't need those anymore, Baby, so be a good boy and don't forget it," he then adds in a whisper, making me grin.
"Yes, Daddy..."
With that, Liam and I fly off to the Subs' room where we decide to first have our dinner despite the still early hour. We heat up our respective boxes and start talking about Joshua's offer for me to work for a couple of weeks in his company. Liam is really enthusiastic about it and already tells me a lot about the teams he works with. There seems to be a good ambiance in his department, especially when the big bosses are not around; not that they are disagreeable or anything, but it always gets a little tenser when they are in the office and people feel more relaxed when they are out on business trips. I realize that Liam is nearly as eager as I am about my mini-training in June, but beneath his blatant joyfulness, I can decipher a certain sadness in his eyes.
"Have you heard back from Shannon?" I ask a bit later as we are finishing our dinner; Liam's face fills with sorrow.
"He only replied to one of my texts, but nothing else," he responds with a mix of worried and frustrated emotions. "I know there's nothing I can do to help, but I wish he would talk to me; he has Mark of course, but sometimes it feels good to speak with friends too in a situation like this... I'm feeling so useless..."
"No, you're not, Liam..." I try to reassure him, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. "Even if he doesn't reply to your texts or answer your calls, I'm sure he appreciates your support. From what I understood, you two are long-time friends and he certainly needs you one way or the other... Maybe he just needs time?"
"Yes, you're probably right, Noah. Thank you," he replies with a small smile. "Damn, I really wonder what got into Alex to do such a thing. I know he loves them and I just don't understand his reaction. I really hope he is okay on his own... he's so fragile," he then adds with sincere concern.
"This is what I felt too... I haven't known him for long, but... he sounds like a great guy."
"He is. Alex brings a lot in their relationship. He's like a pacifier to Shan... in the sense that he moderates his exuberance. And to Mark, he's like soothing balm; I think Alex allows him to relax because he knows he can count on him to calm things down. But he can be so shy and reserved! I really hope he has enough cash with him because I can't imagine him living on the streets... He's so tiny that he wouldn't survive th..." Liam suddenly stops speaking, gaping and his eyes opening as if they were about to bulge out. "Oh I'm sorry Noah! I didn't mean to revive some bad memories..." he finishes apologetically and blushing.
"Don't worry, it's okay..." I reassure him. "This is part of my past and everything is fine now."
"Still, I'm sorry, that was rude. It must have been difficult for you..." he whispers.
"I can't say the contrary," I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "But Camden saved me and I'm sure Mark will save Alex too... Mark or someone else, but I'm certain Alex will get back to them."
"I hope so... I want things to get back to normal..." he sighs. "Let's go get ready before it gets too crowded here!"
I nod and we both head to the lockers, gathering what we need from our duffle bags. Once again, caught in my conversation with Liam, I hadn't noticed that so many people had arrived. The Subs' room is now packed with young and less-young Subs, either chatting, having dinner or getting ready for the evening. There are so many faces that I don't know yet! Liam explains that there are about three hundred Submissive members at the club right now, though not all of them attend at the same time. A minority of regulars come once to several times a week but the rest of them only come once or twice a month, and some even less.
Liam and I perform our routine in a very comfortable silence. He only smiles and shakes his head when we meet in the same shower stall and notices my cock cage. I just shrug my shoulders with a small smile but we don't discuss it further. He already knows my thoughts on the subject and the fact that he doesn't judge me badly for that makes me feel completely at ease around him. As usual, we help each other to shave, though I already took care of my privates yesterday evening before Camden put the cage back on since it's much easier like this. I'm glad he bought me special shorts this week; some that are a bit larger at the front so that they can welcome either a huge package or a chastity device.
Anyway, I am not the only one cock-caged tonight. As we walk out of the stall with towels around our waists, we are met a cute black Sub, in all in nakedness, who is waiting by the sinks for a free spot with one of his friends. The stainless-steel device shines on his dark skin and I wonder why he didn't use a towel to conceal it because his downcast expression is crying out punishment.
"Did you see the guy with the cock cage by the sinks?" I whisper discreetly to Liam as we reach our lockers and he nods in answer. "Poor him... he looked a bit wretched. He should have kept his underwear or worn a towel..."
"That's probably an order of his Dominant. Humiliation can be part of his punishment. His Dom certainly asked that he doesn't conceal it to show that he's been a bad boy," he explains.
"Aww poor boy..." I exclaim in a hushed tone, feeling bad for him.
"Don't worry, Noah. If he wasn't comfortable with it, he would have safeworded," Liam reassures me.
I trust he would. Besides, he had a friend to support him, so I guess he will be okay. We then dress up in our shorts and Dr. Martens and while Liam smears some oil over my back, I see that Chris is getting ready on his own on the other side of the locker area. As he bends over to lace his boots, I notice several nearly-invisible streaks across his back and it doesn't take a genius to understand that he has been recently flogged with a cat o' nine. The marks are not deep and rather thin but the strikes must have been strong enough to imprint on his skin. Once again, it throws me back to last Sunday evening when I begged Camden to flog me too.
The strength he put in was just enough to soothe me and not anywhere close to leaving such marks on my back. Sickly enough, I almost envy Chris here. I wish Camden would streak me similarly. I don't hope for permanent marks of course, but just a little something that would remain for a few days. Thinking this over, I realize that I would have to push him into a deep state of anger to achieve this result. The thing is that Camden is pretty far from the Sadist he is supposed to be at the moment, and I am somehow missing that. All through this week he has been nothing but soft and affectionate. Which I like, but I'd love to see the Sadist a bit more often.
Once ready, Liam and I pack up our bags and put them away in our lockers, but before we head out to the Black Diamond, I drag Liam to Chris just to say hi and speak with him for a few minutes. It happens that he heard about Alex's departure yesterday evening, from Subs who noticed Shannon's gloomy mood at the bar this week, and he tells us how sorry he is about it. Not willing to dampen our spirits any further, the subject is quickly dropped and we all go to the club.
Chris goes to the Black Satin to drop off his bag in the playroom that his Master has rented for the night and I reluctantly ask the bouncer for a red bracelet, hoping that Camden will collar me really soon now. I know that he has ordered one for me and I can't wait for him to openly claim me as his. I can't help a quick glance toward the VIP couch as we walk into the main room; Daddy is already here with Master Aaron and Master Joshua, but there are no other guests tonight.
Even from the distance, I can see how his stern expression softens when he sees me; a beautiful smile draws on his lips and I reply with a small and shy smile before I turn back to Liam and follow him. On the dancefloor, we meet a few more Subs that I know as Ed, Eric and Tony. I can tell that the ambiance is not as joyful as it was the last time I came here. The cheerful Shannon is definitely missing, but I guess we are all worrying for Alex; them maybe more than me since they have known him for much longer. Ed still tries to cheer up the group and we manage to enjoy ourselves for a while.
Today being Saturday, the club is very crowded. People mingle with each other. Some like us just have fun among themselves while other Subs clearly try to get noticed either by Dominants who are watching the crowd from afar or by other Doms who are on the dancefloor with us. Chris is dancing on his own and I am almost tempted to join him or at least get him to join us, but then I notice that he is performing for his Master who is sitting in the lounge area, lustfully observing his Sub's every sensual moves.
Powerful arms suddenly circle around my waist and I naturally lean into the taut chest behind me, wiggling my ass against firm thighs. It seems like Camden couldn't help joining us again; but then my eyes catch a horrendous expression on Liam's face in front of me, something that tells me that this might not be Camden behind me. Just as I try to disentangle from the man's hold, his arms tighten around my waist. One of his hands slowly sneaks down my thigh and dangerously closes on my groin; I can feel a warm breath blowing in my right ear.
"Mmmh... I've been observing you for a while now... This cute little ass is rather appealing and I'd love to do things with it," a very deep voice with a light guttural accent whispers in my ear, just loud enough to cover the music and freeze me right on the spot.
Oh my God!!! I need Camden now!! I don't even have time to throw a pleading glance at Liam that an even firmer hand grips the top of my arm and sharply yanks me out of the other man's hold and into a chest that I recognize as Camden's. I am about to look up at him in gratefulness when I realize how tense his body is, his muscles taut and strained. His chest is heaving and I feel the rumble of a growl forming in his ribcage. Oh shit! I think he is angry now and I know better than to raise my eyes in such a situation. The hand that was gripping my arm moves up and his fingers slightly tighten around the nape of my neck while his other hand reaches to grab my right forearm that he props up.
"That. Is. A. Red. Bracelet!" he seethes through his teeth. I never heard him speak so dryly and weirdly enough, it sends shivers down my spine. As well as a shock of electricity to my groin. "Red bracelet means DO NOT TOUCH! Is that clear, Martin?"
"I'm sorry, Camden. I really didn't see the bracelet," the deep voice says apologetically behind me.
"Pay more attention next time," another voice says and I realize that Master Joshua joined the group. Tilting my head to the side the slightest bit, I see that he is possessively holding Liam against him. "And keep the club policies in mind if you don't want to get into trouble. If a Submissive has a collar or a red bracelet, you cannot touch, alright?" Joshua's tone is not as tense as Camden's but it remains blatantly threatening and authoritative.
"Alright, gentlemen! Got it!" the so-called Martin replies cheerfully before he walks away.
"Let's go now," Camden then says.
"Daddy, it's not nine yet..." I begin to argue, but he is already dragging me by the arm across the dancefloor and then the main room until we reach the VIP area where he immediately sits down in his usual place.
Not having been invited to sit beside him or over his lap, I kneel at his feet and wait for him to calm down, but I feel anger rise within me. This was not my fault and he behaves like I did something wrong. I didn't try to flirt with the guy. I didn't even see him arriving! In the end, I don't even know what he looks like! I wanted Camden to get angry, to unleash the beast within him, but I would have much preferred that it came from a mistake I would have made; not because of someone else's fault.
Stupid as I am, I kneeled on the wrong side and I can't even see Liam who must be in my back. I wonder if Camden would mind if I changed sides. At least I would be facing my friend... Daddy's boots are fascinating... Nooooot... I surprise myself wondering if he has a fetish with shoes and would make me lick them... Ugh, I hope not. I am definitely not appealed by that kind of kink. Unconsciously, my left hand slowly drifts toward Camden's calf and my small fingers tentatively wrap around his leg as my head shyly rests against his knee. After a couple of minutes, his own fingers weave through my hair and gently start massaging the back of my head, making me lean further against him.
"Are you okay, Baby Boy?" he suddenly asks.
"Yes, Daddy..." I reply meekly.
I can feel the tension emanating from his body and I would be more than willing to erase some of it. Through a rough scene in his playroom for instance. The mere thought has my cock swelling a bit in its cage and I surreptitiously sneak between his legs, leaning my head on his inner thigh. At least now I have a better view, a much more interesting one as my eyes focus on the bulge at the front of his pants. Said bulge is growing while his right hand is still petting my head.
The lights soon dim though, meaning that the first show is about to start. I hear some rumbling on stage and a Dominant introduces his Sub, a certain Alfred I have never heard of, and explains how they are going to perform a scene involving some bondage. Damn! I would love to see this but I don't know if I am allowed to look back. However, something else catches my attention right then. Camden has brought his left hand to his groin and is palming his huge hard-on through his pants.
I glance up and see that he is looking at the scene behind him, a stern expression on his face. I quickly peek to my left, only to see that Liam is on his Master's lap, the latter masturbating him, and that Master Aaron is busy enjoying a Sub's mouth around his dick. Before I have time to ponder on things, I decide to show Daddy my eagerness to pleasure him by rubbing my hand on his thigh, shyly getting closer to his crotch. Without looking down at me, he unbuttons the fly of his pants, freeing his massive erection, and pulls on my head until I am only two inches from his dick.
As I try to close the distance, he grabs a handful of hair at the back of my head, stopping my progression, while his left hand begins to stroke his length. Jeez!! I can do that with my mouth! I want to taste the precum oozing from the slit! I want to run my tongue along his shaft! I want to play with the two beads of his piercing! I want to wrap my lips around that huge girth, feel the swollen veins and suck on this delicious lollipop! I want to feel the mushroom head hit the back of my throat!
But I don't get any of that. He just keeps me close enough to his crotch while he continues to fondle his rod. If I poked my tongue out, I'm sure I could reach the object of my desire but I got the message clearly and I refrain from doing that. I don't know how long it lasts but it feels like an eternity to me. I am melting with anticipation and can't help a little whimper as my own cock starts filling its cage. At the same time, I find it so, so hot! I can hear the Dominant and the Submissive groaning and moaning behind me, obviously in the middle of fucking.
"Open, Baby Boy! Time to get your milk!" Camden eventually growls.
I barely have time to part my lips that he pushes me over his cock, bobbing my head up and down his length, making me swallow a bit more with each thrust. I apply myself to relax my throat and breathe through my nose like he taught me but it doesn't take more than ten seconds before I feel the first stream of semen shoot at the back of my tongue. Camden pushes on my head and I get the rest of his cream that I greedily gulp down.
Once I have milked him dry, I let go of his now semi-hard member that he tucks back into his pants. Soon enough, I am pulled up by my arms and he makes me straddle his lap, chest against chest. I naturally snuggle against him, nesting my face in the crook of his neck, while his safe arms wrap around me.
"Thank you, Baby Boy," he whispers, pecking the top of my head. I can still feel how stiff his body is, though.
"Are you mad at me, Daddy?" I ask shyly.
"Of course not, Baby," he chuckles, rubbing his hands over my bare back.
"I thought you were angry at me because of what happened on the dancefloor..." I whisper, feeling his muscles get even tenser by the second.
"It wasn't your fault, Baby. I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea! What made you think that?"
"Because you didn't let me sit with you..." I whisper shyly and at the same time, realization hits me.
"You know how much I like having you kneeling by my side, Baby Boy. If you don't like it, you have to tell m..."
"No, no... I don't mind, Daddy!" I exclaim, circling my arms around his torso and snuggling even further into his chest while he wraps his around my shoulders, pressing me closer to him.
"Second round, Pet!" the Dom on stage shouts at the same time.
Silly me! I know how Camden likes to have his Subs kneeling by his feet and that this has nothing to do with anger. I sigh with relief and suddenly feel all the stress of the week wearing on me. The music in the background is lulling me, as are Camden's fingers on my back. I am getting less and less conscious of all the noises around me. I don't know what happens next as my conscience slowly drifts into a deep slumber.
Published on 11 July 2017
Poor Noah being all exhausted! He couldn't even enjoy his angry Daddy! Count on his little mischievous self to remedy to this in the next chapter, but it might not yield to what he really wants! You won't get to see the angry Camden until the chapter after next, but a new safeword will be introduced instead ;)
The picture in the header is another drawing made by @Wesmey. Thank you again for this beautiful one 🖤😘