(Mark's POV - Sat. 13 September 2014)

Running.

Just running.

Running is my way to escape when things are too intense - apart from sex, of course! - and when I need to sort out my thoughts or when I need to make decisions. I have been tramping the paths of the Millenium Park for more than an hour and it's barely 7am. I slept for only two hours and left Shannon sleeping at home because he needs to recover from last night, especially if we return to the club tonight and I yield to his request. It was over 3am when we got home last night after an extremely pleasant evening at the Black Diamond, so the boy clearly needs his rest.

Ever since that night I collared him in Aaron's office, Shannon has been bugging me to perform a public scene. Almost every single evening of the past two weeks, he has broached the subject during our daily talks.

The first time was on the Thursday after his collaring. We had just finished dinner when he mentioned his desire to do a scene on one of the stages. I had noticed his nervousness throughout dinner, but I was waiting for him to spill the beans. In any case, he knew he could tell me about anything.

I wasn't expecting this, though. My immediate response was a firm no, of course. The boy had been in the lifestyle for less than a month, and there were many more activities we needed to practice in private first before we'd do anything in public. Shannon tried to argue, but I made things clear and told him about how sensations are increased tenfold when doing a scene with a crowd focused on him. For fuck's sake, I hadn't even tried to make him come in a room full of people yet!

I corrected the situation last weekend, hoping it would dampen his eagerness. Bullshit! If anything, it got even worse!

That Saturday evening, I kept him sitting over my lap. During the first show, I began to tease him, rubbing my fingers close to his groin and running them along the insides of his thighs. Once in a while, I would pinch his erected nipples or nibble on his earlobes. This had my boy squirming, but I didn't stop during the interlude while I was speaking with Camden and Aaron who had Subs pleasuring their cocks.

Joshua and Liam had left, but we stayed for the second show - which implied a Sub tied up on a swing - and I edged Shannon further. My teasing grew more intense as I unbuttoned his shorts, freeing his hard-on. That made him gasp, and when he tried to prevent my hand from slipping inside, I grabbed both his wrists to tuck them between my chest and his back and, reminding him that he could safeword, I firmly held them there with my left hand, while the right one went back into his shorts.

Shannon tried to focus on the scene happening on stage, but he couldn't help moaning while I stroked his shaft relentlessly, using his precum to lubricate his erection. I felt him tense and when he was about to reach his climax, I checked his face, making sure he was still at ease with it, and gave him permission to come. He orgasmed with such intensity that I almost came myself.

Anyway, rather than cooling his enthusiasm, it only increased it, and he kept bringing up the topic again and again.

Over the past two weeks, we have practiced more BDSM accessories and activities. We used the bench, I strapped him in a swing, I tied him to the Saint Andrew's cross, I bound him with ropes. I thought that experimenting new things would compensate for his eagerness to perform in public at the Black Diamond. To no avail.

However, other than his annoying persistence with this topic, he has been on his best behavior, doing even more than I usually ask. He made his choice regarding his professional education and finalized his registration at school, with his training starting on Monday next week. Every evening when I get home, dinner is ready and the apartment is as clean as if it was new. By Wednesday, I started wondering if I shouldn't just give in. His progress was impressive and I thought he deserved a reward.

It's too bad he had to fuck up on Wednesday!

That afternoon, I got back home earlier than planned and caught him smoking a cigarette. He was outside on the terrace, with the window slid shut, and even if he managed to make the butt disappear in one of the plant pots, there was no confusion possible about the smell. He didn't even try to lie actually. He swore it was the first time in several months, that he wasn't even a smoker because that pack he had was like two years old and not even empty.

Shannon apologized through sobs, confessing he had broken a dish earlier and was scared I might get angry at him. He explained he was so stressed about it that he hoped to get some relief with a cigarette. I ended up lecturing him again on communication: if he was to break anything, he should just tell me, because a fault confessed is half redressed. In any case, I wouldn't punish him for breaking a salad bowl! However, I didn't let the smoking pass. I claimed for the pack of cigarettes, and he earned a nice and warm spanking as a punishment.

Obviously, it dampened my eagerness to please him and I postponed my decision for a public scene. He actually didn't dare to broach the subject for the next two days, and not even last night when we went to the club. He just went back to his perfect behavior, preparing himself for his upcoming training course.

Yet, I can tell this is eating him. I could feel it yesterday evening when he saw the Submissive on stage climax at the end of the scene. Once in our private room and after two long hours of edging, I know he wasn't only begging me to let him come with his Please, Master's. He was craving for this public scene at the Black Diamond, and to be honest, so was I. I haven't performed since last July, and I must admit I am missing the euphoria that goes with having sex with a crowd watching you.

I'm still pondering on this when I almost reach my building. I should give in, Shannon is now ready for this. We haven't had time to prepare anything complicated, but a basic scene could do. As I walk the last few hundred yards to my place, catching my breath, I send a quick text to Aaron and ask him if there's a free spot in tonight's show. I immediately get his answer.

7:38 am - Aaron: Stop texting me so early, you Jerk! I should be able to arrange that. 30 minutes?

7:39 am - Mark: Nobody is forcing you to sleep with your phone glued to your ear. 30 minutes are perfect. Thanks.

7:40 am - Aaron: Asshole! I need to talk to you tonight by the way. Meet me in my office when you arrive.

I send him a quick response before I walk into the apartment and go straight to the bathroom. Shannon is still sleeping, and I don't intend to wake him up any time soon, so I make as little noise as possible while I shower, and put on a new pair of sweatpants before I head to the kitchen.

After a light breakfast, I start working on a recipe that involves melted cheese, bacon and French baguette, and experiment on adding spices and condiments. It is nearly noon when my sweet boy walks into the kitchen, barely waking up.

"Hello, sleepy head!"

"Hey... Phew! What's that smell in there?" he asks with a grimace, before pecking my lips.

"This is called Reblochon. It stinks a bit, but the taste is great. Wanna try?" I reply smugly, holding out a piece toward his nose, but Shan quickly backs off.

"Thank you, but no thank you! Not for breakfast. I'll get myself a coffee instead."

Shannon goes to open a window, and I let him have a hearty breakfast while I enjoy my toasted sandwich with a glass of Bordeaux. Once he has downed all his food and cleaned up his side, I catch his waist and pull him into my arms.

"Be in the playroom in ten minutes," I whisper into his ear, feeling him tense. "I'm not going to play with your little hole until tonight, don't worry."

Our scene last night implied a lot of edging, and I didn't really fuck him hard, but I don't want him to be sore for tonight.

Once he has left, I finish cleaning up the kitchen, stop by the bathroom to brush my teeth, and head for the playroom. Shannon is kneeling in the middle of the room just as perfect as he can be. I walk past him and fetch a special pair of nipple clamps. These are adjustable, so they won't hurt too much. They are linked by a chain that has a little ring in its center, to which I can hook another chain.

I squat down in front of Shannon, who is already sporting a nice hard-on that his black boxer briefs cannot really conceal. His eyes are full of lust, which obviously turns me on. I tease his nipples, rubbing and pinching them until they turn into hard pebbles, then I clamp each of the pins to the little buds and tug lightly on the long chain. My boy hisses when I stand up as I don't let go.

"Beautiful boy..." I praise him, earning an adorable crooked smile. "Look up, Pet! Are you still willing to play a public scene at the Black Diamond?"

Shannon's reaction manifests in a sharp straightening of his back, and as he does so, the chain strengthens, causing him to hiss and moan at the same time. Seeing him kneel before me, his head at the same level as my crotch, makes my semi-hard twitch in my pants.

"Are you teasing me, Master, or are you really considering this?" he mutters with a bit of grumpiness.

"I wouldn't tease you about something you've been hassling me with, Pet," I reply seriously.

"Yes, Master! I want to do it then! Please!!!" he exclaims eagerly, beaming at me.

"Then we're going to do it tonight, Pet."

I am so proud of him right now. I can see the extreme enthusiasm filling him, his muscles twitching with anticipation, but he manages to contain his eagerness and to remain more or less still. That's until his hands tentatively rise and his trembling fingers reach for the waistband of my sweatpants.

"Please, Master... Can I... Can I..." he stutters, but I know what he wants - and I want it too! - so I just nod in answer.

As he slowly tugs on my dark-blue sweatpants, my now-fully erected cock springs free in front of his face, and Shannon licks his lips at the sight of precum oozing from the head.

"Hands behind your back, Pet," I order once my pants have pooled at my ankles. "And open!"

Shannon slightly tilts his head back and opens his mouth, granting me access to his delicious cavern, so I push my hips forward and slip my cock inside. The advantage with his past sexual experiences is that I haven't had to teach him much about blowjobs. His gagging level is close to zero and he knows how to relax his throat and to breathe through his nose when I deep-throat him.

I let him play with his tongue for a few minutes, I just stand still while he bobs his head back and forth. As a Dominant, having your Submissive kneeling in front of me, with his hands at the small of his back and sucking on my cock, is such a beautiful sight. There is nothing degrading or humiliating here, and if I judge by the lust in his eyes, Shannon has gotten to love being controlled.

And this is what I actually do, with my hands gripping both sides of his head, as I begin to literally face-fuck him. With every thrust, I push a little further inside his mouth, gradually reaching for his throat and encouraging him to take more. I just enjoy his warmth and wetness, allowing my orgasm to build up, and when I can't hold it anymore, I shove myself one last time deep inside his mouth and spill my seed at the back of his throat.

"Thank you, Baby. It was amazing!" I praise him once he has milked me dry.

I lift him from the floor and take him to our bathroom where I pull down his boxer briefs, then lead him under the stream of warm water. Once we are both clean, I carry him to our bed, not even bothering to dry us, and take care of his own erection.

*   *   *

The rest of the day has gone well, if for Shannon being a little too overexcited. If I had listened to him, we would have gone to the club right after our morning frolics, but for one, there wouldn't have been any point going so early, and then, I had other plans for the afternoon. Indeed, I needed to prepare him for our public performance, and in this respect, we spent a few hours in the playroom for a long training session.

We quickly reviewed basic postures, and then, I left him kneeling on a small pillow for nearly an hour to put him into the right mindset of submission. With Shannon being hyperactive, this is not an easy task, but under my guidance and words of encouragement, he eventually managed to calm down and allow his body to relax. Enough for me to tell him how things work for a public scene and what I expect of him exactly.

It took another hour to discuss the scene we would be playing and train a bit for it. Since it's going to be his first public performance, and although Shannon is perfectly at ease with nakedness, I will keep it simple enough, but I thought it was fair to include him in choosing the details.

When we arrive at the Black Diamond in the early evening, Shannon is wiggling like he's got ants in his pants. I have to raise my voice and threaten him with cancelling the show if he doesn't calm down, but it works and I let him go straight to the locker room where he will meet other Subs. Liam has already introduced him to his friends, and unsurprisingly, easy-going as he is, Shan has had no problem to fit in.

With any other Sub, I would have advised them to speak with the other boys about their first scene in public to get reassurance and encouragement. This is actually one of the major purposes of the Subs' room: while they are not around their Doms, Subs use their haven to exchange advice, rant on their worries and issues with their masters, or seek comfort from their peers. Knowing Shannon, he will probably ramble on and on about how cool this is going to be.

When I walk into Aaron's office, Cam is already here, but I have barely had time to greet them that Joshua arrives, carrying two large pizza boxes. Pizzas... again.

"Mark, just stop with your grimaces already!" Joshua chuckles a few minutes later when we settle down at the long table in Aaron's meeting room.

"Let me grimace if I want to. You know my tastes in food..."

"I know, but these are really good, they're from a real Italian restaurant!" Josh argues, and I could almost sigh with relief. At least, it's not the thick American type.

"You know what the club is missing?" Cam asks. "A restaurant! You three should work together on something like that!"

"Shut up, Cam! I have enough to deal with the nightclub, the Diamond and the private playrooms! Not mentioning the online store!" Aaron exclaims. Thinking about it, Cam is quite right though. Maybe we should give it some thought. "Anyway, talking about the club, Mark, I was going to ask: when is Shannon finishing his training?"

"Not sure yet. The school offers one-week sessions. He's first going to take two sessions, the basic ones, and then he might take higher level courses that include an apprenticeship. Why are you asking?"

"I have a bartender at the Black Moon who's told me he's going to resign by the end of the month because he wants to move to Arizona. I was wondering if Shannon would be interested in doing an apprenticeship here. I'd pay for any further training he might need, and he could get the job once James has left," Aaron explains.

That would be such a great opportunity for Shannon! The turnover among Aaron's bartenders is not huge considering all the advantages they get here, but I secretly hoped my friend might have a vacant job for Shannon. I wouldn't have asked though, because I want my boy to seek for employment himself, but missing such an opportunity would be a shame.

"You bet he'd be interested! Working in a nightclub or a pub is his dream! But I'd rather you talk to him, though. I don't want him to think I asked you to get him a job."

"Okay, I will. But not tonight, it's better if he doesn't get too excited before the show," Aaron reasons.

"Oh, please do, Aaron!!" Camden exclaims. "The boy might come in his pants just hearing that! Their public performance might turn into a punishment scene, and I'd love to see how Marky chastises him..."

"Certainly not the way you would, you sadistic perv!" I grunt, punching his shoulder.

"That's nothing new, Mark... We all know I'm a Sadist! And I can't wait to streak Mathis's body tonight..."

Mathis is one of the rare masochistic Subs of the Black Diamond, one with whom Camden loves playing for obvious reasons. Everything is consensual of course; Camden fulfills the Masochist's needs for humiliation and physical pain, and Mathis satisfies my friend's perverse urges. What is surprising is that the Sub rarely visits the club over the weekend as he prefers to attend on week nights.

"Chris was not available?" Joshua asks.

Chris is another Masochist, Camden's favorite actually. This boy is almost sickly deep into his masochism, yearning for the highest levels of pain, both mentally and physically.

"Nope he's with someone else tonight, but I don't mind. For once Mathis is here, I'll enjoy him!" Camden replies, a vicious glint in his eyes.

My friend might sound - and look - scary to many people, but in truth, there's a lamb hiding beneath the wolf's disguise. I know him well, and no matter what he says, I believe he could heal from his violent urges, or at least tame them. I hope one day he will meet the perfect Sub who will help him to change.

Just before 8pm, we all head to our private rooms to change into our club outfits, then meet at the bar of the Black Diamond while Aaron takes a round through the club to see if everything is going well.

We are soon joined by Andrei, another Sadist. I've never hit it off with this man, and usually feel rather uncomfortable around him. It's not because of his SM tendencies, after all one of my best friends is into it, and I don't mind it. At the end of the day, each Dominant has a sadistic side, I think, with different degrees. However, there is something unhealthy about this Andrei guy.

I can't tell if it's due to the coldness of his light-blue eyes or his cloying voice, but I just don't enjoy his company. Or perhaps it's because he fucked up with a Sub earlier this year - with Chris for that matter - and I still get chills when I remember how he proudly took his punishment in public. Whatever it is, I wish he could leave us alone.

Anyway, it's time for me to meet Shannon in my playroom, so I leave the guys to it and head out. Before we go on stage, I want to have a private moment with my boy, just to make sure he is still okay to have a scene in front of an audience and that he is calm and relaxed enough, so I asked him to wait for me there.

My heart skips a beat and my little soldier immediately wakes up when I walk into the room and see Shannon kneeling in a perfect attention position in the center. With his skin slightly glistening, his hands quietly resting on his thighs and his head lowered in submission, he is just gorgeous. After five minutes staring at him in silence, he hasn't moved an inch, and I am so proud of him for that because I know how difficult it can be for him.

"Stand up, Pet," I eventually order, and Shannon gracefully rises to his feet. Cupping his cheeks, I tilt his head back so that I can look down into his eyes. "Are you ready to do this?" I ask, but the lust and determination in his eyes are the only answer I truly need.

"Yes, Master!" he replies with genuine confidence.

I pull him into a tight hug that I hold for long minutes, whispering words of encouragement and praise for him before we walk out and head to the Black Diamond.

We join our friends at the couch, though I sit a bit further away from them, with Shannon on my lap, chest to chest for a cuddle so that he doesn't get distracted by our surroundings. The first show has just ended, and someone is preparing the stage for us. A table is brought to the center - on which Shannon is going to lie down and get tied up, as well as a smaller one where the assistant puts what I will need for the scene: a flogger, rope and lube.

Joshua has Liam over his lap too, back to chest in their case, and he's slowly edging the blond boy who's biting his lips to contain his desire. A very naked Mathis is kneeling between Camden's parted legs, his hands tied at the small of his back, and obviously very eager to get permission to pleasure his Master of the evening who is palming himself through his leather pants. Aaron is on his own tonight, which is a bit surprising, but I guess he wants to focus on the scene since it's going to be Shannon's first time.

My boy is now in the perfect mindset, I believe; I can feel he is relaxed, quiet and in total communion with his submission. When the lights dim in the room, I pull us up from the couch and Shannon follows me on stage.

"Remember it's just us, Pet," I whisper in his ear as we stop by the table, hugging him tightly.

"Yes, Master. I'm ready," he replies in a steady voice.

"Good boy!"

With that, I flip him around to face the audience and sneak my arms around his waist, one of them reaching for his crotch. Shannon is just as hard as I am, so I press myself against him, making him feel how much he excites me, while I fondle his erection through the fabric of his tiny shorts. Soon enough, said shorts are unbuttoned and slowly pulled down, allowing his dick to spring free.

Once he is entirely naked and barefoot, I make him lie down on a long metallic table, then secure his wrists and ankles into padded leather cuffs which all have D rings attached to them. I link both his wrists together with a long rope that I tie to a pole further behind the table, until his arms are stretched above his head. I then use another length of rope that I pass through the ring of his right ankle's restraint, before I tie it to the foot of the table on the same side, and proceed similarly with his other ankle.

Throughout the whole process, I keep caressing Shannon's body, encouraging him with words of praise, but my boy is clearly at ease and extremely aroused. The smile on his face never falls and his cock is heavily leaking with precum, so once I'm done admiring the beautiful sight in front of me, I grab a cock ring from the small table beside me and close it around the base of his shaft. Like he recently discovered, this little accessory will help him to contain his orgasm and avoid climaxing before he has my permission to.

"You're so beautiful, Pet," I praise him as I take the suede flogger from the table.

For the next few minutes, I run the soft lashes all over his body while I walk around the table. I tease some of the most sensitive parts, like the insides of his arms and thighs, his neck, his nipples, his groin. Then I begin to flog him.

This is no punishment so the strikes are rather light in the beginning, even if they increase in intensity as time passes. The purpose is to bring blood to the surface of his skin, making it turn to a nice shade of pink, but it doesn't really sting, at least not as painfully as a leather flogger would. I just want to enhance his senses and each time the lashes hit a new spot, Shannon's muscles contract in the most beautiful way, but if his moans are any indication, he is enjoying it. Every so often, I also bend over him to lick his wet mushroom or bob up and down his length, only to edge him further.

"You're doing great, Pet, I'm so proud of you," I encourage him when I discard the flogger on the floor. "Let's get you ready for the second part."

I detach the rope from the right foot of the table and tie it to another ring welded to the grid above us, which forces Shannon's left leg upward, making sure it's firmly stretched. Once I have done the same with his other leg, it forms a wide V, leaving his butt fully exposed. Standing in front of him, I lock eyes with his lustful blue orbs, then grab and slightly lift his hips as I push on the table to make it slide beneath him, until his backside reaches the edge, at the perfect level for me to pound into him.

Crouching down, I part his buttocks and begin to rim his little hole, and as I lick and push the tip of my tongue inside him, Shannon starts moaning louder and louder. Some Dominants want their Submissives to remain quiet during certain scenes, but I already told Shannon he had my permission to voice his pleasure.

For the next part of his preparation, I stand back up, pour a fair amount of lube between his ass cheeks, and stretch his tight pucker with two, then three fingers, all the while sucking on his swollen erection. It's not long before Shannon becomes a moaning and pleading mess, and my own throbbing hard-on is begging for attention too, so I quickly retrieve my fingers to undo the front of my pants.

Fuck! Having sex with Shan is always blissful, but doing this at the Black Diamond, in front of a crowd whose eyes are focused on us and hearing all the moans and groans around us, is even more intense. I swiftly coat my shaft with a bit more lube then align the tip with his entrance, gently probing him while I grip his thighs.

"Please... Master..." Shannon whines, and this is all I was waiting for.

My hips thrust forward and my cock slips past the ring of muscles, rubbing on his prostate all the way until it's fully settled in. Hadn't I had such self-control, his tightness would have made me come right away. The minute I give him to adjust also allows me to contain my climax, but when I start pounding into his ass, I feel the fire building in my balls quite quickly. My groans echo to Shannon's moans, all lost among the other noises of the room, but I still manage to hold my orgasm back for several minutes.

I can tell things are becoming difficult for Shannon, though, with his breathing getting more and more labored and the head of his shaft becoming purple. He has done really great for his first public scene, so I decide to end the sweet torture.

"Come with me, Pet!" I groan as I free the base of his shaft from the cock ring.

Shannon's release comes in long streams of semen that spill all over his chest and a high-pitched moan. As his muscles contract and he tries to lift his hips from the table, I bury myself deep inside of him, my own climax induced by the clenching of his hole around my cock. My orgasm is so intense, coming into several waves, that I it takes me quite a few seconds to recover my spirits and pull out of him.

I hurry to tuck myself back into my pants, then proceed with freeing my boy from all his restraints with Aaron's help. The Master Dom praises Shannon on his perfect behavior, but the poor boy is completely out of it, nearly passed out, so I carry him to my private playroom to perform his aftercare. Once I have laid him on the bed, I clean him up with a wet washcloth and provide him with a relaxing massage to remove all the tension from his limbs.

After about an hour, and as Shannon tries to slowly pull out of his dizziness, I lie down beside his body and snuggle him against me, but he is close to pass out again.

"How are you feeling, Pet?" I whisper in his ear.

"Uuuunnn"

"Does that mean good or bad?"

"Ggddddddd" he replies and I can't help a chuckle.

"I'll take that as a good then. You are really amazing, Babe. You did so wonderful tonight..." I praise him.

However, there's something much more important I want to tell him. I have been wanting to say this for a long time now, and tonight might be a good opportunity, even if I'm not sure he'll hear the words.

Come on, Mark! Get some guts!

"I love you, Shannon," I whisper in his ear, tightening my hold around him.

Perhaps it's only my imagination, but I think I feel him lightly squeeze my chest.

Anyway, this is not something I can deny any longer. I have fallen for this young man, and I do love him.

Published on 11 May 2016