(Liam's POV - Sat. 12 October 2013)

I need to hurry up... Why can't I find the damn black shirt I am looking for?? I have completely turned my bedroom upside down, as well as the hamper; I have checked everywhere and I still can't get a hold of this shirt! I am pretty sure I cleaned it and even ironed it after the last time I used it... I really need this shirt... Joshua asked me to wear black jeans and a black shirt tonight at the club. On a whim I go and check Shannon's closet in his bedroom and... there it is!! My favorite black button-up shirt is right here, quietly sitting on a hanger. What the hell is it doing here? Shan is a bit larger than I am and he wouldn't fit in this shirt! Well I don't have time to dwell on these thoughts, so I hurry up back to my bedroom to get dressed. I quickly get rid of the towel around my waist and jump into some tight boxer briefs, put on black socks, my black skinny jeans and lace my Doc Martens. I shrug into my shirt and hurriedly button it, leaving the hem out of my jeans. I didn't remember it was so long, but that will do. I look at the mess in my room and sigh; this will have to wait till tomorrow.

Joshua should be here within ten minutes, so I put on my overcoat, grab my cell phone and keys, and head outside. I am so excited about the upcoming evening! I can't believe that my boss is taking me to a kink club... I have to stop thinking about him as my boss when we are outside of work though. This is what he told me on Wednesday before he left my apartment; he also asked me to call him by his first name when it is only the two of us. On the websites I checked (and re-checked...), I read that Submissives call their Dominants Master or Sir at certain moments and I wonder how I should call him tonight when we're there... He is not my Dominant yet, so I guess I'll go for Sir. I have also tried to find some information about these clubs and couldn't find much, but even if I don't really know what I should expect to see there, I guess that this will be related to sex. It might sound silly, but I have this idea of a huge castle-like mansion, with dark rooms where some Dominants walk their Submissives who wear leather collars attached to leashes... and everything ends in large orgies... I know that I have to trust Joshua, but if the place where he is taking me to tonight turns out to be like this, I might not like it very much...

His visit to my place on Wednesday reassured me though. It took a moment before I finally let him in, but I don't regret. My little mishappening in the morning had left me quite confused and the guilt of not going to work and calling in sick when I was not didn't help my mood. I wasn't expecting him to come to my apartment and it scared me at first. However, his kindness and gentleness soothed me, especially the way he hugged me without a word after he forced his way in. The long conversation we had was reassuring, even if I still had hundreds of questions, but when he left, I was no longer worried about going back to work. He said that we would be able to work things out in the office but he clearly stipulated that he would think about it and establish rules that I would have to follow. I really wonder how this is going to work out. Our relationship will have to remain secret but I wouldn't be surprised that he manages to somehow mix our private and professional lives; at least for as long as I am replacing Ally and there's only the two of us on our floor.

Well this is something I will find out with time. The last two days have been so busy, especially for him, that we haven't had time to discuss much at all. Cole and his lawyers were there on Thursday and Friday; they all had dinner together on Thursday evening, and on Friday evening, Josh told me he had to clear some things with one of his friends who owns the club where we are going to tonight and the one I remember I talked to over the phone a few weeks ago. Although Thursday was a bit tense it seems, I think Friday went very well for Pierce Construction judging by Mr. Cole's annoyed expression when he and his lawyers left in the late afternoon and by how Mr. Pierce came to brush my lips with his, once all his team had gotten back to their respective floors, which gave me a little preview of how our private life could mingle with the professional. He confirmed that the negotiations went as he expected and that the agreement would be signed sometime soon, most probably in New York; this would allow him to meet part of the team he will keep in his own business.

I have been waiting for about ten minutes just outside the entrance door to the building, checking both sides of the streets for the beautiful Sedan, when a noisy sports car stops in front of the fast food restaurant that occupies the ground floor of the building next to mine. I have never been a great fan of cars - I don't even have a driver's license - so I don't really pay attention and wonder where Joshua is going to take me for dinner. He said we would first have dinner then go to the club. Will it be the same restaurant where we went and met his Cook friend or another one? Now that I think about it, I vaguely remember their conversation about what they were doing for the following week-end... The guy was tall too and exhaled power as much as Joshua does... Could it be that this friend is a Dominant as well?

Well I don't have much time to think this over because some fingers are suddenly snapping in front of my face, causing me to me startle and slam back into the door.

"Hey sorry... Did I scare you?" the reassuring and deep voice I have gotten to like says, making me feel safe all at once. I raise my eyes to meet Joshua's beautiful ones which are getting closer and closer. "You were lost in your thoughts it seems," he chuckles, grabbing my chin between his fingers to lift my head and quickly peck my lips.

"Good evening..." I reply shyly. "I was looking for your car... where is Tony by the way?" I ask, not seeing the Sedan.

"He's off tonight. I don't intend to drink more than a glass of wine at dinner, so I can drive," he explains, leading me to the black BMW sports car on my left. He opens the passenger door for me, then walks around the car to the driver's seat after he has closed my door. It is not as spacious as the Sedan, but I have to admit that it looks really nice, even in the dark. The beautiful black and red interior smells of leather and the dashboard is illuminated by all the lights and buttons. "Italian?" Joshua asks once we are both settled in the car.

"Hmm... sure..." I reply after a few seconds required to understand what he was meaning exactly. I don't really care why kind of food I am going to have tonight; all that matters is that I am with him and that I get answers to some of my questions.

As he drives to the Near Northside area, he asks more questions about me and my parents; when I start complaining about the fact that he is always the one asking questions, he promises that I will have my turn at some point... if I'm a good boy. That has me blush and feel all weird again down there. Of course, Spiaggia is not the common Italian restaurant. The dining-room is huge with high ceiling heights and modern furniture. As a waiter leads us to an isolated alcove and I follow behind Joshua, I finally notice that he is wearing a pair of nice dark blue fitted-jeans and when he takes off his coat, it reveals his broad chest covered in a light-blue button-up shirt, opened at the top. His relaxed outfit is a change from the usual classy and expensive business suits he always wear at work. The casual Joshua is hot as hell... We both sit down on the light-gray leather sofa seats, facing each other and quickly look into the menu. Joshua chooses some risotto alla carbonara and I go for the Gnocchi. As the waiter moves away with our order, he slightly leans over the table.

"So you're ready for tonight?" he asks with a smug look.

"Hmm... yes... Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," he replies with a smile. He looks much more relaxed than when we are in a professional environment; it brightens his face and makes him look younger and even more beautiful.

"What is this club exactly? Is it like... a private club in a dungeon-like mansion... like someone hosting a kinky party or something?" I ask innocently and that has him laugh out, before his face becomes serious again and he scowls at me.

"Have you checked other websites than the ones I told you to look at, Liam?" Ugh... How can he know that?

"Maybe..." I answer, feeling myself blush already.

"Didn't I ask you to stand clear from other websites?" he scolds me, causing me to look down at the table.

"Yes... but there was nothing about clubs on the sites you gave me... I was just curious..." I reply in a small voice.

"Then you should have asked. You're not my Submissive yet, so I'll let it go this one time, but you would have deserved a spanking, young man." I can't explain it, but this makes me feel tighter in my jeans, and at the same time it scares me a little bit. I must have been four or five the last time I was spanked by my father; that never happened a lot since I was a rather quiet child and it was probably after some kind of tantrum or making a mistake, but from what I remember, I didn't really like it at the time, so I don't understand why it comes to arouse me like this now.

"I'm sorry... I'll ask you next time I have some questions," I promise, fumbling with the light-gray cloth napkin in front of me. The waiter brings us our drinks right then, adding to the slight tension, but it soon fades away.

"The club where I'm taking you tonight is called the Black Diamond," Joshua says. "It is a very private club concealed in a trendy nightclub called the Black Moon. Have you ever heard of it?"

"I had never heard of it before Ally mentioned it as owned by one of your friends... I don't go to nightclubs that often actually..." I admit.

"Don't you?" he asks with sarcasm and quirking an eyebrow. He must be hinting at last week-end...

"I sometimes do, with my friend Shannon, but not that often... at least not as often as he does."

"The Black Moon is a great place, probably the best in Chicago, and the Black Diamond is a private space at the back of the nightclub. People have to be members to be granted access. It is absolutely not visible from the outside or even the inside of the Black Moon. My friend Aaron doesn't do any advertisement for it and the only way to become a member is to be sponsored by another member. Each person then follows a short training and only Aaron and a few other Dominants can certify this or this person to become a Dominant or a Submissive. The club has very strict rules as far as privacy, respect and safety are concerned. Members sign a NDA and general conditions as well. This is a very serious place where people go to enjoy some fun, watch BDSM scenes and... get laid."

He pauses as the waiter brings us our dishes, giving me time to process all this information. I am suddenly grateful I never mentioned the place to Shannon, as I had thought first when I learned that one of my boss's best friend owned a nightclub. Whatever happens next, there is no way I am going to tell my friend about what might become a kinky side of my character. The fact that the place seems to be very serious and safe reassures me a little bit, but I still wonder what it looks like inside.

"Does it scare you, Liam?" Joshua asks once the waiter has left as we both start picking in our plates.

"Not really... I just wonder how... things happen there... and..."

"Forget about what you may have read. There might be some truths in what you read about, but as I said, people practice it in different ways and you need to see for yourself before you come to any judgment. What is worrying you the most?"

"Hmm... I wonder if... are the Submissives... walked around in leashes?" I whisper.

"No..." he chuckles. "Well yes, some of them are; there are actually not that many Doms and Subs who enjoy that kink at that club, and I personally don't."

"Cool..." I sigh with relief. "When you say... people get laid... does that mean that they do that in public? Is it like a... big orgy?"

"I love your innocence, Liam," Joshua laughs. "But I'm glad you're asking questions. Some people do have sex on a stage; this is called 'performing a scene'; then there are also people who might do things around the room on the couches, but you know, most of the time they don't really pay attention to others around them. There are also some fully equipped private rooms that they can rent."

"Wow... you mean that... we're gonna get to see a scene tonight? Like... people having... sex... in public?"

"Yes, but you will see, Liam. It is more like a show... a performance. And if it gets too uncomfortable for you, we will leave, alright? I just want you to see the interaction between a Dominant and his Submissive. It's something beautiful."

"Okay..." His right hand suddenly reaches for mine for a brief squeeze on the table.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you will like it," he says encouragingly. "You will be there as my guest tonight, but you will need to follow the rules exactly as if you were a member though, and this is something I need to talk to you about Liam. There is no reason why you wouldn't, but I want you to stay by my side at all times while we are there, okay?"

"Yes, I'll stay by your side..." I promise, although as he said, I don't see why I wouldn't. I don't expect to meet anyone I know there.

"You will learn very quickly and you will see that it is rather easy to distinguish Dominants from Submissives. Except when they are on the dance floor, the Subs always have their eyes cast down and you shall do the same. Never look at the Dominants in their eyes; do not defy them and don't stare at them. If by any chance one of them talks to you, you shall always address them as 'Sir'. In the room, there are many seating areas but we will spend the evening with my friends there; Aaron has his own VIP area and we will stay there. There will be my friend Mark, whom you met at the restaurant, and another one whose name is Camden. They are all Dominants so don't forget to call them Sir if they ask you a question. Do you understand?"

"Yes... Sir..." I breathe out, a bit shaken by what he has just told me. I know all these names since they are the only friends that figured on the list Ally gave me. I wonder if he met them there...

"Good boy," he whispers to me before the waiter comes back to gather our dishes and take our order of desserts. I choose a panacota and Joshua goes for the tiramisu.

The rest of our dinner goes pretty well and Joshua provides me with more advice on how I should behave at the club. We also talk a lot about how things work there and I am surprised to find out that some Subs only go there for the sex part of the lifestyle and don't want to involve themselves in a long term relationship with a specific Dom and that the same goes for some Dominants. I don't really see their point since the other interest is to bond with someone and develop the relationship, but then Joshua tells me that they often content themselves with this until they find the right partner. Once we are back in the car, Joshua warmly smiles at me and heads south toward the club. I can feel that he is rather excited by what is coming next but I can also decipher some tension. The half-hour ride is rather silent and I let him deal with what seems to preoccupy his thoughts; I only focus on his hand that has caught mine and his thumb softly rubbing against my skin.

We suddenly reach a huge warehouse across the street where a long, long line of people wait to be let in. There is a replica of a full moon above the building and the inscription "Black Moon" is blinking in large neon lights on the façade. Joshua turns into a large alley that goes around the building and activates a badge that opens the gates to a parking lot completely surrounded by high walls and trees. There are many cars parked there already, most of which are big SUVs and sports cars. Joshua told me that the Black Moon was already a trendy and quite select nightclub so I can only imagine that this private Diamond club can only be even more selective...

"Ready?" he asks me as I slip out of the car after he has opened my door, accepting the hand he is holding toward me. I simply nod in answer, looking at a few men talking with the bouncer at what seems to be the main entrance at the back of the club. Joshua leads me to another smaller door toward the left and we walk into a large corridor. We stop by the first door and he cups my face between his hands to make me look up at him. His expression is slightly indecisive. "There's something I need to tell you. I... saw you at the Lost Paradise a few weeks ago...," he begins. Wait... what? I've only been there twice... so that must have been the first time... Now I remember that was just after my first week working with him without Ally... and I understand why he insisted so much on the Monday when he asked me if I had had a good week-end...

"Hey! You've already arrived!!" a very deep voice says, coming from the other side of the corridor; a voice that brings awful shivers down my spine, not because of its depth, but because my brain seems to eventually put two and two together... I know that voice from having heard it once on the phone but also from an event that I would rather have forgotten. This is the same voice that lectured me only a week ago at the Lost Paradise... Why didn't I recognize it then? Was it because of the alcohol I drank that night? Whatever it was, and even though my face is still tightly held toward Joshua, I don't need to look at this person because I am sure to recognize the man who threw me out of the club and put me into a taxi last week-end. Did he know who I was then? As my brain slowly begins to understand what may have happened last Saturday, my body freezes and I vaguely hear Joshua curse. The sudden guilt showing in his eyes only confirms that my guess about his implication in what happened at the club might turn out correct.

"Aaron, I told you we'd meet you there!" Joshua groans, obviously annoyed, still looking into my eyes.

"Oh sorry for needing to go to my office in my club..." the other man replies sarcastically, just as he reaches us and comes into my view. All the little doubts I may have had on who the voice belongs to disappear right away when my eyes catch sight of the tall dark-haired man. This is definitely the man who separated me from the guy I was making-out with last week before he led me to an office and lectured me on alcohol and drugs. All the shame I felt at that moment comes back to me but it is soon replaced by the anger that Joshua might have something to do with that. Well not only... I am actually grateful for whatever he did that evening after he got my call - after all, what I did was risky and stupid, and I would have regretted losing my virginity on a couch in a club - but what makes me mad at him is that he could have told me!

"Let go!" I ask harshly, pulling on his wrists and trying to set myself free from his grip.

"No, wait Liam!" he orders, but I still manage to slip from his hands and rush back out.

"Didn't you tell him???" I hear his friend ask angrily as I walk toward the gate. Damn! How am I going to get out of here? A strong hand grabs my arm and spins me around, making me face the man I thought I could trust.

"Liam, wait!"

"Wait what? Did you think I wasn't gonna recognize him? Did you think I wouldn't understand what happened? Did you think I'm stupid?" I spit out, causing his eyes to darken with anger. He pulls me a few steps back and pins me against the wall of the club.

"I never thought you were stupid... except when I found out about how you accepted drinks from a stranger who might have spiked it!"

"Who says it was a stranger??" I stupidly reply.

"He wouldn't have asked for your name if he weren't a stranger! Remember I heard that conversation!" he shouts out, making me blush and coward a little. "And I was just about to tell you just before Aaron showed up. Of course I knew that you'd recognize him! That's why I was going to tell you how I had seen you three weeks ago in that club, which Aaron owns by the way, and that when I got that involuntary phone call from you and guessed what was happening, I just asked my friend to keep an eye on you. What he did after that was his own decision and I don't blame him because I would have done the same; maybe not for the same reasons, but I would have done exactly the same because that was stupid!" There is a short moment of silence before he goes on. "Aaron only did his job, Liam," he says more gently. We both stare at each other for a long moment, panting from the adrenaline.

"He'll never accept me in his club," I say regretfully. Although I am still slightly angry from finding out about what really happened a week ago, I don't want to mess up everything, and I still want to see what is hidden behind these walls.

"Of course he will. What happened last week-end was a stupid mistake and I'm sure you're not going to do it again... You must have had the hell of a hangover on Sunday, right?" he says smugly.

"Yeah..."

"Good now let's go back in and let me introduce you properly," he says, bending forward to gently kiss my lips. "Remember the rules?" he asks, his lips still brushing over mine, so I only nod. "Good, and Liam?" he then calls me, looking straight into my eyes. "Don't ever talk back to me like you just did, understand?"

"Yes... Sir," I reply very seriously.

Once we are back into the same corridor, he leads me to the same door we had stopped by earlier and walks in. I keep my eyes down as he told me but I feel his friend's eyes on me.

"Liam, this is my friend Aaron Cox, Master Aaron here. Aaron, this is Liam."

"Hi Liam, this is nice to see you again," he says. "You're not a Sub yet and we are not at the Black Diamond, so you can look up, boy," the man says warmly, so I raise my eyes to meet his.

I didn't realize he was so beautiful last week. He is now wearing fitted leather pants with combat boots and his bare torso displays nice muscles and the beginning of a tattoo on his hip. I also notice that his left nipple is pierced and two rings that hang from the long silver chain he wears around his neck.

"Welcome to the Black Diamond, Liam," he says after a second with a warm smile. Bending over to me, he whispers in my ear: "Making-out on the couches is allowed here..." He leans back up and winks at me, making me blush to the deepest red.

"Fuck off, Aaron!!! Just give me the papers so that Liam can sign!" Joshua says annoyingly.

"I'm just teasing you, Liam!" Aaron chuckles ruffling my already messy hair.

Once I have signed the non-disclosure agreement and heard more recommendations, the three of us head back to the corridor. After we have turned right into another corridor, Aaron stops by some double doors where it's written The Black Diamond while Joshua and I continue to another set of doors that lead to an area named Black Satin. It is a long corridor, filled with doors. The third one on the left is Joshua's private room as he explains to me. While he goes to change in the attached bathroom, I look at all the instruments and furniture sitting there: a large double bed, a chest of drawers, a cross and many other things that I know belong to the BDSM lifestyle now. I can't help wondering how many other men he brought here and what they did, but I don't have enough time to think this over as he suddenly reappears... in the same kind of leather pants and boots Aaron was wearing.

The reaction in my own pants is immediate when I discover what my b... what Joshua looks like half-naked; everything that I look at is perfectly chiseled and muscular; biceps, shoulders, pecs, abs... I just feel like running my fingers through the little hair on his chest. His shirts always left me to guess he must have been quite strong, but I wasn't expecting such beautiful perfection. His pants are hanging low on his waist, showing the nice V line of his hips, and for now, I don't want to think about what these pants might contain as he slowly walks toward me, a smirk on his face.

"Like what you see?" he purrs in my ear before his teeth gently attack my earlobe, making me moan and grow harder.

"I... I... think so..." I manage.

He chuckles and leads me back out of the room. When we finally reach the Black Diamond double doors, another bouncer opens the door for us and we walk into a place I would never have imagined like this. Joshua doesn't let me dwell on what I immediately see and, resting a firm hand at the back of my neck, he gently pushes me toward the left of the huge room. I barely have time to notice a dance floor crowded with a lot of men dancing and a lot of couches scattered around the left side of the room. As we move toward this extremity, the music doesn't sound as loud as near the dance floor, and we soon reach an extra-large leather couch in the form of a semi-circle.

Joshua gestures for me to sit on the left extremity and sits down next to me. Just as Joshua has introduced me to his other two friends, one of whom is Mark the restaurant owner, the lights dim in the room and I hardly have time to really look at the fourth man whose name is Camden, but I notice how severe and dark he looks. I also notice that some twinks are kneeling by their legs and I can't help wondering if they all have contracts with them or if it just for the evening as Joshua explained to me.

The stage in front of us is now illuminated by a few spots that shed light on a rather tall built-up man and a smaller one and I can easily guess who the Dominant is and who the Submissive is. The Sub has a frail body like mine, a very pale skin too and is dressed in only tight leather shorts; he keeps his head lowered as the Dominant gently straps his wrists in leather cuffs before he links them with a small karabiner that he attaches to a chain which is dangling from a railing above them. The Dominant maneuvers the chain until the young guy's arms are strengthened high enough above his head to make him stand on his tiptoes. Although I can't hear them, I can see the Dom whisper things that make the young guy smile as his Dom starts to caress him all over his body. I suddenly become very conscious of Joshua's hand which is resting on my thigh, as the Dominant begins to pull down the other's shorts and makes his bare feet lift one after the other to completely remove them. The guy is now completely naked in front of us and his thin penis is obviously happy about the situation. So mine is apparently...

I feel a hand snake in my back and before I know it, I find myself sitting on Joshua's lap, my legs spread apart and dangling on each side of his which are slightly bent upward due to his feet resting on the coffee table in front of the couch. He pulls me until my back is comfortably settled against his broad chest and rests his left hand on my belly and the right one on the interior of my thigh. Feeling himself growing beneath me and his right thumb caressing me doesn't really help my own hardness.

"Watch..." he murmurs in my ear and I just try to do that. I try to focus on what is taking place on the stage and this helps me forgetting a little about Joshua's body against mine. The scene has reached a huge intensity as the Dom is flogging the Sub; even I, being completely inexperienced, can see that this has nothing to do with a punishment and how the young man relishes in each of the strikes as much as each time that the Dom's hands caress his body. Their eyes fill with lust as the tied-up body slowly turns to various shades of pink. The Sub is clearly aroused by what he is experiencing; his moans are getting louder and I can even distinguish something dripping from his hard-on.

This all turns to another level of intensity when the Dom drops the flogger on a table and picks up a bottle. I see him pour what has to be some lubricant on his hand and I can easily imagine what he is doing at the back of the guy since I only see his front, while his other hand wraps around his manhood and begins to stroke it. This is the moment Joshua chooses to slip his left hand inside my pants while his right hand brushes dangerously closer and closer to my crotch, slowly reaching my groin. When the hell did he unbutton my jeans? I have this weird sensation building up down there; my body is getting warmer and warmer. Joshua's left hand has slipped inside my boxer briefs now, slightly to the side, but I am grateful that he doesn't touch my erection because I am not too sure about what would happen then; at the same time, I wish he would. The lustful look on the Sub's face has reached yet another level and I can definitely feel his own arousal building.

When the Dominant moves to the front of the Sub, I notice that he has unbuttoned his own pants and his covered erection is jutting out proudly; they both exchange a look of sincere complicity before the Dom grabs the other's thighs and lifts him up to wrap his legs around the Dom's waist. Several things happen at the same time then. Just when I see him thrust forward into the Sub, my own pucker hole reacts as if it had felt it; as if I knew what it felt although I have never experienced a penetration there in my whole life; as if I were the one feeling the pleasure clearly visible on the Sub's face. Joshua's right thumb reaches my groin at the same moment and although his other hand is only just quietly resting inside my boxers, there is a huge explosion in my lower region; my thighs tense and I feel my release chuck out in long spurts of semen. I also feel Joshua tense a little beneath me and I can only imagine the sensation of my substance on his fingers... This is so fucked-up...

Published on 17 Sept 2016

Phew! What a long chapter! I hope you liked it :)

The picture is the same I used in the previous story and it is a map of the club.

Once again, thank you everyone for all the reads, votes and comments. I sincerely appreciate each and everyone of them!

These were two long chapters and I have a busy week-end coming ahead... So next update will probably be next Tuesday! If I find a moment to review and edit another chapter, I will. Otherwise, it will be for next Tuesday...