(Mark's POV - Sat. 1 November 2014)

This week has been so busy and strenuous that I am truly delighted to finally enjoy a pleasant evening with my best friends. It should get even better when I get a hold of my boy's ass and dive into his warm channel. I'm horny as fuck and he's going to get it good again. That's if he isn't too sore from last night, of course... Perhaps I should restrain myself a bit tonight because I don't want to hurt him and it's not like we haven't had sex at all this week. I can't remember a day without pounding into his tight hole, at least once or twice each day, and I'm not mentioning all the blowjobs and hand jobs.

Ever since I got my first taste of sex back when I was almost 17, I have always been addicted to the pleasures of lust, but since Shannon stepped into my life, I feel like it has gotten only worse. The good thing is that I have come to know him well and to read his body, so I know where his limits stand and when to stop myself, even if he is begging me to take him harder and harder, just to please me. I wouldn't want to go too far and provoke physical damage in his anus.

While the boys enjoy their dinner in the Subs' room, I am sharing mine with Aaron, Camden and Josh in the meeting room. I've promised myself I would try and avoid thinking of my parents, but nagging thoughts about my father's health invite themselves in my head all the same. My mother called yesterday to vent her worries regarding recent shortness of breath my father was experiencing. My old man is stubborn as a mule and I was afraid she'd have a hard time convincing him to see a doctor, but she called back today and prided herself on making the man set up an appointment for next week.

I'm not too worried as I am sure the doctor will have my father make exams if necessary, but I wish he would also push him to retire. He has worked for more than enough years and totally deserves to enjoy a quiet life with his beloved wife now while they are both in good health. On my side, I really need to make plans to go and see them in New Jersey with Shannon. I haven't been there since last July, which isn't that bad since we often speak over the phone, but I'm feeling guilty for not visiting them more often. It's not like I can't afford plane tickets, but I'm just lacking time to do so, and I should fix this before something happens and I regret it.

Life is just too busy. I can only blame myself as I was the one to choose a successful career, but I'm not complaining. The truth is that I have never been as busy as I am at the moment, but I have Shannon and somehow, he gives me the strength I need to deal with everything. He is such a ray of light!

Things should get better soon, though. One positive outcome this week is that I found a good candidate to replace the chef at Le Marais. Richard is in his late thirties and just back from a ten-year stay in the south of France where he learned a lot on French gastronomy working in several restaurants. He won't need much training from me as he seems to already know most of the dishes we serve at Le Marais, which is good since I already have so much to do elsewhere. And more particularly at the second Wine & Cheese Bar which is due to open in November.

This also means that I will spend a bit less time at Le Marais with Alex. Even if I don't want to admit it, I have grown fond of the young man over the past week. He is really one of the sweetest things I have ever met, he never complains, works hard and learns very fast. He has a genuine talent for cooking and it was clearly a mistake to keep him away from the main kitchen. He won't need much more training before he can hold the position of cook helper and it's only a matter of months before he becomes one of the best cooks in the staff.

Feeling ingredients, mixing them in the right proportions and working the preparations is so natural to him that he reminds me of myself when I was a teenager and could spend hours experimenting recipes in my father's kitchen. It's such a passion that only one addict could recognize another, and I can clearly see this in Alex. He just loves what he does. The way his face brightens as soon as he settles at the stove or behind a counter is amazing. At least, it's good to see him so relaxed even if he remains quite shy around me.

Indeed, he never speaks much when we work together, but I know from Shannon that he has been able to open up a bit more since they met. Now that Alex knows about my lifestyle – and as long as he keeps it a secret at work – I'm glad to see both boys becoming friends. I'm actually certain that Alex could have a positive influence on Shan, exactly like Liam does, if not more.

I think Shannon has developed a soft spot for him, and I often wonder to what extent it goes. Contrary to what one may think, it doesn't scare me. Of course, I remember Shan's self-questioning on becoming a Dom or a Sub last summer, and I might have feared that he switches to another role, but that won't happen. Shannon will always be Shannon, a crazy little ball of joyfulness and over-excitement who will forever need the guidance and control of a Dom, and he knows it.

I really like the bond developing between them, and as the guys and I head toward our respective playrooms after dinner, an idea pops in my head. Shannon greatly enjoyed spending last Sunday with Alex, and since I have a lot of work to catch up on tomorrow, I might as well offer Alex to spend the night at my place again tonight if he doesn't have other plans on Sunday. I'm sure Shannon would love this.

In any case, we won't be using the private room here tonight, so I don't need to prepare accessories or equipment and I make it a quick task to shower and change into my usual leather outfit. Josh is just walking out of his playroom when I step out of mine. When we enter the Black Diamond together, our eyes immediately settle on the dancefloor and it's not long before we spot our boys dancing with Alex. They haven't noticed our presence, but it might be better they don't see the goofy smiles spreading on our faces.

"What the fuck, Mark!" Aaron exclaims, suddenly by my side. "I don't need you to flood the club with your drool!!!" he scolds me, slapping the back of my head, which earns him a nice punch in his side.

"I swear if there weren't so many guests already, I'd kick your butt, Dumbass!"

"Just try, Marky..." he chuckles. "I'd happily drag you onstage then, tie you to a cross, and fuck you hard..."

"Get your mind around it, Ron. Your dick will never, ever, ever, ever get a taste of my ass..." I smirk back at him, ignoring Camden's laughter but still flipping him the bird as I walk ahead and toward the lounge area.

My friends and I take our usual places on the semi-circle couch, and while we start a conversation about tonight's program, I keep checking on the three boys dancing together. If the grins displaying on Shannon's and Liam's faces are familiar, this is something completely new on Alex's, and I must admit, it brightens his expression.

"Nice sandwich," Cam comments as Shannon and Liam squeeze Alex between them in sensual moves.

"Yup..." I reply absent-mindedly, thinking how I wouldn't mind replacing Liam in that sandwich.

"Alex looks much happier than last weekend," Aaron adds.

"Yeah, he does. I believe that he's been through so much over the last few years that the little attention he's received from Shan and Liam, and then his new job at the restaurant, have been enough to revive him," I explain.

"That's good. Have you made up your mind on his training?" he then asks.

I spoke with Aaron about Alex and his wish to become a member of the club. Of course, Aaron loved the idea since he was touched by the boy's reaction last Saturday and he is always up for new recruits – and I'm not only talking about his mind here.

Last Sunday, I may or may not have eavesdropped conversations between Shannon and Alex, which I honestly confessed to Shan on Monday so that he could tell me more. The least I can say is that the poor blonde went through quite a few rough years and that his obsession with the BDSM lifestyle can only be positive for him.

Now that I have told Aaron a bit more about Alex, he also believes that he would make a fantastic Submissive and he won't object to his application to the Black Diamond. The only thing is that he will have to go through the usual training, and Aaron suggested I take care of it. I wouldn't mind, actually, but I'm not the only one deciding here.

First, I'm not sure Alex would appreciate having his boss train him into submission. He is so shy and definitely not entirely comfortable around me yet, so he might prefer another tutor. Then, there's Shannon. I haven't trained new recruits since we got together, so that's something I need to discuss openly with him before I even propose my services to Alex. Even if usual trainings don't imply direct sex, I have to make sure Shannon will be okay with this.

"Not yet," I sigh.

"Alex's training?" Joshua asks, and Aaron briefly explains the matter of conscience I already exposed to him on the phone.

"You should train him, Mark," Camden states firmly as Chris, the masochistic Sub he often plays with, arrives and kneels between legs. "He's a natural, obviously, and it shouldn't take more than two or three sessions to complete his training."

"I don't know..." I reply, nodding meaningfully at the young guy whom he hasn't even acknowledged yet.

Camden can be so detached and cold sometimes! I know it's all part of a reputation he strived to build up at the club, but he could make some efforts. Discreetly rolling his eyes, he finally reaches for the Sub's head and leans it against his thigh, keeping his fingers through the light-brown locks of hair.

"We're all getting to know Shannon now," Joshua says, "and I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He might even help you in some way!"

"Yeah, probably..." I chuckle.

"And Liam likes Alex a lot too. He really enjoyed their lunch on Thursday! He said he'd never met anyone so eager to enter the lifestyle."

"I know you're very busy at the moment, Mark, but I think you should do it. Alex would certainly appreciate," Aaron chirps in.

"Not so sure about that. I'm his boss, so it might be a bit awkward for him," I argue.

"Bullshit!" Aaron snorts. "From what you told me, he seems to be fully capable of making a difference between work and private matters. Besides, he trusts you. Even if he's still shy around you, you've already done so much for him that he'll probably feel more at ease with you as a trainer. And don't forget that if he becomes a member of the club, he'll probably end up seeing you fuck in public, and vice versa..."

I guess Aaron has a point here. Both Alex and I should quickly get our head around seeing each other in public scenes on stage or just having sex on couches in the future. How am I supposed to feel about this? In another situation, I wouldn't like to have an employee witness my sexual activities, but this is different. Alex would just be another random member in the audience. Or a random Sub that I could watch during the show.

But would he? Would he really be a random member?

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I'm sort of lying to myself here. It's not about being embarrassed. No, it's more about the fact that I might not like watching Alex being fucked by any random Dom. Deep down, I know how unfair it is from me, I have no right to think this way, but I just can't help it. And this is probably what has been frustrating me over the past few days, because it's also unfair to Shannon.

"I think something else is bothering you, Mister Murray..." Aaron continues in a stern voice after a minute of silence.

Damn Aaron and his perceptive skills!

"No!" I reply more cheerfully, wishing to cut this discussion. "You guys are right. I'll take care of Alex's training if he accepts. And I'll discuss it with Shannon first tonight."

Thank goodness, the lights dim at that moment, and a Dominant walks on stage followed by his Submissive, so everyone eventually shuts up and watches with full attention. Well, almost everyone. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Camden pull his junk out and push his boy of the evening toward his crotch. Getting a first orgasm will probably help him to last longer when it's his turn to perform in public later, and he did say how horny he was earlier at dinner after a long frustrating week with so many patients that he was able to visit the club only once.

I don't really pay attention to the first show either, as I keep looking at the boys having fun on the dancefloor. I also notice quite a few Doms ogling Alex, though his red bracelet refrains them, but I can't help feeling an unsettling pang in my stomach every time their eyes lay on him. This is getting ridiculous because it doesn't seem to bother me whenever Shannon humps his cute little ass... or when Liam sweetly cups his cheeks and leans his forehead against his. These three are so sensual that my cock is beginning to feel seriously constricted inside my pants.

It doesn't help that Camden is grunting as he climaxes in Chris's mouth, the Sub's nose buried into his pubes, or that the Dom and the Sub moan and groan as they reach their own orgasms on the dais. I get even harder when the boys walk in line toward us, hand in hand, sexy as hell in their outfits. Alex is wearing leather pants that are a bit too large for him, but I'm mostly amazed to see how comfortable he seems to be exposing his chest. I can only imagine how Shan and Liam must have schemed this to prove his eagerness to join the club.

While Liam gracefully drops to his knees by Joshua's legs, my sexy Shannon does the same on my left side, keeping his head lowered, but I still have time to catch a weird expression on his face. It's no sadness or anything bad, but I just can't pinpoint what it is exactly. He looks... anxious perhaps? I'll have to make him talk when I get a chance to.

Alex doesn't seem to know what he should do, his eyes flicking between Shannon and Liam with admiration and maybe a bit of envy too, so I invite him to sit on my right side, now that Cam has tucked himself inside his leather trousers and that Chris's head is back against his thigh. With a caress at the back of my boy's head, I invite him to sit on the couch beside me, and he happily does so, all traces of nervousness having disappeared. Or put under control.

"You should go get ready, Cam," Aaron reminds him.

"Yes, let's go, Pet!" he orders as he stands up and heads toward the stage, his Sub crawling behind him.

"Permission to speak, Master?" Shannon asks warily in my ear, and I nod in answer. "Is... Master Camden performing tonight?"

His eyes shift toward Alex with concern. My sweet angel is worrying that his new friend might get shocked by an intense scene. How adorable is this?

"Don't worry, Babe. It's Saturday and Aaron wouldn't allow anything too intense on such a crowded night," I reassure him, whispering in his ear. "It'll be a demonstration of bondage."

"Okay, thank you, Master," he replies, almost sighing with relief.

I ruffle his hair and pull him closer to me before I turn toward Alex.

"How are you feeling, Alex?" I ask warmly.

"All good, Sir. I'm better prepared this time," he answers shyly.

Hopefully, he is. I would really like him to enjoy the show in better conditions this time. As if on cue, the lights dim again, and a bright spotlight illuminates the stage in front of us, where Chris is kneeling, already naked, at the center and beneath the grid hanging from the ceiling, while Camden is preparing several lengths of rope.

My sadistic friend has become an expert in rope-bondage after much training and as one of the best in this category, Aaron often asks him to perform demonstrations, either in public once in a while, or in private when a few Doms request special sessions to learn the art of bondage. This discipline can quickly become a dangerous activity when it's not done properly: bruised skin is a minor hazard, but a fall or suffocation are more serious risks.

"Stand up, Pet!" Camden orders in his icy tone, and Chris immediately rises to his feet.

While Cam manipulates the ropes, weaving and knotting them very meticulously, he provides a lot of explanations, insisting on the fact that the cords should be tight enough so that the Sub doesn't slip, but not too much either to avoid strangulation. The knots should always be firm, but easy to remove in case of emergency – for example if the Sub suddenly starts panicking. Another important point he mentions is safewording. Indeed, the Dom and the Sub should agree on a specific code if the latter cannot speak because of a gag or shake his hands because they are tied. Since it's Chris's case tonight, Camden puts a yellow ball in his left hand and a red one in his right hand that he will be able to drop to either slow down or stop the scene.

After half an hour of explanations and manipulations, Chris is all tied up and lying on the floor. Several rows of rope have been wound around his torso, both vertically and horizontally, and entrapping his arms along his sides. As he wrapped them around the boy's body, Cam added four metal rings which are all set on Chris's left side, scattered from his shoulder to his wrist.

Chris's right leg is folded, and more rope has been circled, capturing his thigh and his calf together. The left one has been left straight, but Cam wrapped smaller lengths around his ankle, then his knee and the top of his thigh, with more O rings popping on the outside. The position can't be comfortable, but the Sub clearly enjoys this seeing how hard his little soldier is.

Camden then uses a lever to pull the grid down, and once he has set the boy to lay on his right side, he begins to link chains of different lengths between the grid and the seven rings. Soon enough, he manipulates the lever again, and Chris's body rises up until he is about five feet high from the floor. I'm not an adept of bondage – at least not with ropes – but I must admit the sight is beautiful.

Camden wastes no time freeing his fat cock from his pants, and once he has unrolled a condom over his shaft, he quickly spreads lube at the crack of his Sub's ass and on his rod. Chris is in some sort of horizontal position, his right heel resting against Camden's hip, and his left leg spread over the Dom's shoulder. Cam has full access to the boy's butthole and without preparation, he slowly slides inside the warm channel, grunting like a bear at the tightness while the masochist moans in pleasure.

It's not long before the Sadist pounds harder and harder into the Sub's ass, his left hand holding and rocking one of the chains to meet his thrusts while the fingers of his other hand clench the base of Chris's shaft to contain his orgasm.

Shannon is now sitting over my lap, squirming and squeezing my hands as he watches the scene, completely mesmerized, and Alex seems to be totally lost in the contemplation of what he sees, panting a bit and his eyes almost bulging out with lust. As soon as both Camden and Chris have reached their release, Aaron immediately gets up to go and help Cam on stage with freeing the Sub from all these ropes. Josh and Liam quickly bid their goodbyes before they scurry to their private room, and here I am left with the two boys on the couch.

"How did you like it, Alex?" I ask, tightening my hold around Shannon's waist.

"It was... amazing..." he replies in a whisper, his eyes still locked to what's happening on the stage.

"Amazing? It was fantasmagoric!!" Shan exclaims, inventing a new word, before he turns around to face me with hopeful eyes. "Could we..."

"Nope!" I interrupt him. "I don't play with ropes. Cam is an expert at this and it requires months of training!"

"Then with the swing!!" he begs.

"We'll see, Babe. For now, let's go home!"

"Is Alex coming too?" Shannon asks.

Jeez! He's like a kid who's been promised to visit Disneyland and who sees the castle rising in front of his eyes.

"Alex, did you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"No, Sir... Not until I start my shift at Le Marais... but I don't want to distur..." he stutters, cutting himself as he sees my scowl.

"You're not disturbing, or I wouldn't offer," I encourage him.

"Thank you, Sir..." he replies with a shy smile.

While the boys return to the Subs' room to change back into their normal clothes, I quickly go and do the same in my playroom, thinking that it's a good idea to have Alex over. I will need to speak with him about his training tomorrow, and then, I'm sure they will enjoy each other's company while I work a bit in my office. I have so much to catch up on!!

Once we are finally home, after a long thirty-minute ride with two boys blabbering about their wonderful evening all along, we wish Alex a good night and walk to our bedroom. I have barely shut the door that Shannon wraps his arms around my neck, hoisting himself up to wind his legs around my waist, and his lips crash against mine.

Is someone trying to distract me from my earlier worries about the confusing expression on his face?

It sort of works for a while as I immediately invade his mouth, my tongue taking control over his, while I carry him to the bathroom. There, I gently sit him on the counter and continue ravishing his mouth for a while, my hands roaming underneath his tee-shirt. When I break our kiss and pull back, our eyes lock with passion, clearly hungry for more, but there's something I need to clear up right away.

"If I were to take care of Alex's training, what would y..." I begin to say but he cuts me right away.

"Who else?" he exclaims, his eyes almost popping out. "It has to be you, Master!"

"Okay... I guess it solves my concerns on what you'd think about it..." I grunt thoughtfully.

"Were you scared it might not sit well with me?"

"You know, I used to help Aaron training new Subs, but I haven't done this since we met, so I couldn't be sure about how you'd react!" I snort.

"Now you know! I don't mind at all! If you need to help Master Aaron, just do it because I'm sure you're loyal to me anyway..." he replies in a mischievous tone, pecking my lips.

"Of course, I am. Training sessions are different when it's a Sub that's not yours," I chuckle before I add more seriously: "But it'll depend on Alex too. He might not want his boss to do it..."

"Forget it! He wants you to train him."

"And how would you know that?" I ask, cocking my eyebrows.

"I just know it. And he trusts you. Actually..." he trails off, biting his lower lip, "I'm not sure it's the usual process, but I'd love to participate into his training. I know I haven't been in the lifestyle for very long, and I'm not the most perfect Sub either, but I'd like to help if I can..."

"Babe..." I whisper, cupping his face as I always do whenever I want him to feel how much I love him. "To me, you are the best, and I love you with all your little flaws because they're what makes you perfect in my eyes."

Leaning over, I give him one of the sweetest kisses ever, and as our tongues whirl with more and more fervor and eagerness, I begin to wonder if all the recent events haven't made him less confident regarding our relationship. He has obviously noticed my involvement in helping Alex. Shannon is not the jealous type of guy and he seems to genuinely appreciate his new friend, but is he fearing it might change things between us?

"Has this been worrying you, Babe? Are you scared I might love you less because you're not a natural Sub?" I ask seriously.

"No... I'm not worried about that..." he replies in a strange voice.

"I love you, Shan..." I whisper against his lips.

"I love you too!"

I am no longer in the mood to use the playroom tonight, so once we have brushed our teeth and performed our evening routine, I lead him back to our bedroom and restrain his hands to the headboard of the bed with a pair of leather shackles. For a long moment, I worship his entire body, and more specifically his erected manhood until he reaches his first climax through muffled moans.

After I have milked his lovely cock dry, I flip him over, leaving his hands tied to the bed, and begin to prep him for my own manhood. First, a bit of rimming because I know how much he loves it – and I love how he tries to contain his moans in the pillow so that our guest won't hear him! – then I use my fingers and lube to stretch his back entrance very slowly. We've had so much sex this week that I certainly can't take him roughly tonight to avoid a severe soreness, so once I deem him ready, I lie down over his body, making sure to hold my weight back, and sweetly make love to him from behind.

My hips rock at the slowest pace and my lips never stop pecking all the soft skin I have access to. I also tell him time and time again how much I love him, whispering words in a husky voice. I apply myself to always rub his prostate and when I am finally close to explode, I slip a hand around his waist and let my fingers stroke his hard-on. Shannon and I eventually reach our climax together, him releasing his load in my hand, and me spilling my seed deep inside of him.

A bit later, after some sweet aftercare and once I have cleaned him up, we are lying in bed in the darkness of the bedroom. Shannon is half-sprawled over me, his head resting on my chest and his fingers softly brushing my left side. After twenty minutes of silent cuddle, I can tell that something is gnawing at his mind, and I don't want him to fall asleep with worrisome thoughts.

"Shan... Remind me of your duties in terms of communication?" I whisper softly.

"Hmm... that I should always tell what's on my mind and express my requests respectfully...?" he replies in a small voice.

"Then talk to me, Babe. I can tell something's been worrying you..." I encourage him, rolling over to hug him into my chest, but he just sighs. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I was wondering if..." he begins to say but the rest doesn't seem to come.

"Tell me, Babe..."

"It's about Alex..." he almost squeals.

This time, it's my turn to sigh because deep down, I think I know where this is headed, and I blame myself for not having interpreted Shannon's behavior correctly sooner.

"I was wondering if we could... have a threesome... with him..."

"Shan..." I sigh again, tightening my hold around him. "I thought we had agreed on a one-time experience with Eric and then Ed..."

"I know, but it was really fun with Ed... We could try again..."

"Alex is not even in the lifestyle yet, Babe. I don't want to share you again so soon anyway."

"That would be me having to share you," he argues in a grunt.

In a way, he has a point here.

"Besides, I'm sure you'd love it too. Don't dare say you don't like Alex..."

And there he has another point. I can't even chase away the images of the two adorable boys together – real images of them when Shan cuddled Alex on the bed in my private room, or when I spied them in the kitchen last Sunday, or when they danced sensually at the club tonight – and they soon morph into kinkier pictures of them both worshipping my cock or me fucking both their asses in the playroom. Of course, I would love this, but I'm not ready yet... And neither is Alex, by the way.

"I wouldn't dare say so, Babe, and I'm not against the idea, but... give it a bit of time," I eventually reply, deciding to remain honest.

"Okay, but please consider it in the future... in the near future..." he breathes out, clenching his arm around my torso and nesting his face into my chest.

"You know, Alex might not..."

"He would! I know he would love it too!" he then adds with an impish tone before his body suddenly tenses.

Since I like to have full control during this sort of conversation, I roll him over and force him to look at me. It's dark in the room, but the dim light of the moon filtering through the windows is enough to read the slight embarrassment on his face.

"Give me some explanations, Shannon. How do you know Alex would love that?" I order.

"I... I might have... broached the subject with him..." he finally confesses, almost whining.

"Are you kidding me, Shan?"

"I didn't say things clearly, Master!! Alex and I just came to talk about threesomes and..."

"And what?"

"That's something he wants to try too... So why not trying with us...? He likes you a lot..."

"Well, he seems to like you a lot, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think it's mutual!" I grunt, and I hate that my tone holds more bitterness than I would like.

"Mark... it's not like that... I love you!!" Shannon exclaims in a strangled voice that stings my heart.

"I know you do, Babe, I'm sorry..." I apologize, pulling him back within my arms. "I didn't mean to make you feel guilty about the feelings you may have for Alex. I know how adorable he is, but I know you love me, and I love you too."

"I truly do love you, Mark," he reaffirms, snuggling against me.

"I know, Babe, don't worry. I think we should get some sleep now. We'll discuss this later."

I close my eyes and try to shift all these thoughts and images at the back of my head, willing sleep to take me in. But this is without counting on Shannon's persistence.

"Mark...?" he whispers after a few minutes.

"Hmm...?"

"Do you think... threesomes can work in... a permanent way..."

Holy fuck! I will need to have a serious conversation with this boy at some point because I have a feeling that his reflection has gone way past the one-time experience with Alex.

"Enough, Babe. It's too late to discuss this. Sleep now!"

"Okay... but let me just say that you're the best Dominant ever, and that you could perfectly handle two Subs..." he whispers in a barely audible voice.

I don't even respond to this and I'm glad that he soon falls asleep. Contrary to me.

This little minx has left me wide awake with his last suggestion, and I already know that I am probably in for a sleepless night.

As much as I have never had two Subs under contract simultaneously, I have always loved adding a third party occasionally, but I can't deny that the idea of having two Subs to myself itched me quite a few times. I never did, though. A small part of me didn't want to pass off as a greedy bastard, I think. And then, I think I was scared I wouldn't be able to manage. Guiding a Submissive is a serious duty that a Dominant can't fail, so two Subs would have to be more complicated. Besides, these relationships are usually temporary, and I don't want anyone to suffer should it come to an end.

Besides, my feelings for Shannon are so deep that it wouldn't be fair toward Alex. I would never allow such a relationship in which love doesn't bear the same intensity between the partners, and for now, I may feel very attached to Alex, he's just not my Shannon...

Keep telling yourself that, Mark... But you know you're falling for the cute blonde, and faster than you'd think. It won't be long before your affection toward Alex turns into the same love you feel for Shannon...

Published on 22 May 2016

Picture in the header is Master Camden ;)

If you scroll further down, you'll get a picture of what inspired me for the scene between Camden and Chris. Of course, there's a black spot to hide what could get me in trouble, but if you still don't want to see it, jump to the next chapter from the menu ;)

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