(Joshua's POV - Sun. 20 October 2013)

When I open my eyes this morning, I can't repress a smile at the sight of a blond mop of hair lying on my stomach; Liam is horizontally sprawled across the bed on my right side, one arm along his body and the other apparently between my thighs. It seems like this little one is agitated in his sleep. I woke up several times throughout the night, finding him in various positions, but never where I expected him. Since it's only 7:00 am, I gently disentangle from him and let him sleep for another hour while I go downstairs and prepare our breakfast.

As far as I can remember, I have never felt as delighted and impressed by any of my previous lovers or Submissives. I had quite a few lovers before I entered the BDSM lifestyle, well one in particular, but none of them ever gained more affection from me than what I feel for Liam, except maybe for Julian... whom I dated for nearly two years and who almost broke my heart when I found him cheating on me. As for the all Subs I had in the last four years, not even the slightest comparison could be made. Liam is my idea of perfection and this doesn't only rely on the fact that he is cute and has a beautiful body, or his clever and smart mind. I am just completely enthralled by all he has achieved since Friday evening.

I was impressed by his excellent performance when I taught him the positions; he admitted that he had practiced a bit on Thursday evening, but that wouldn't have been enough for most of the Subs I know. He has more grace than a lot of them who have been in the lifestyle for years; it is like a second nature to him and I know that if Aaron had seen how he can graciously kneel down or hold any of the positions already, he would have certified him immediately as a Submissive of the Black Diamond. Seeing him kneeling on the floor, naked and perfectly straight, was the most beautiful sight. My heart was thumping in my chest like it never has before because I am certain that I have found this special someone who will turn my life upside down... or almost... because I don't intend to let him lead my life... though I'm not far from that. Everybody knows that at the end of the day, the Subs somehow lead the dance...

There are still several things that he will need to train on, but all in all, he has been very receptive to what we have done since Friday evening and I am more than satisfied with the results. When I asked him to shave, he didn't complain and his first blow job was a success, apart from that little gag reflex he had. I wasn't expecting him to go that far and certainly not to deep-throat me - these things need so time to get used to; I even thought he wouldn't be able to swallow my cum but he did and I could even to push him a bit further and ask him to lick me clean... As much as it is a rule that all the Subs know and always execute, I wasn't expecting him to do so on his first time. He even made his enema without too much balking. I can only imagine how embarrassing all this may be to him, and this is not the most enjoyable part of our relationship, but that was to be expected knowing how innocent he was.

The images of our first scene rehearse in my head as I prepare some pancake batter for later; seeing him spread-eagled and tied on the bed, his tight little hole fully exposed, was amazing; though not as much as the sight of his pale skin turning pink when I flogged him; and even less than his reaction and how he seemed to take pleasure at being slapped by the suede flogger. My intention was never to play it hard on him or to make it last for so long, but he reacted so well to the flogging and his moans grew so loud that I kept it much longer than I initially intended to and until his skin reached a beautiful pink color. After he had his second orgasm, Liam totally spaced-out and later that evening, he told me that he barely remembered how I took care of him afterwards. Once he was clean and I made sure that his body was properly massaged, I carried him to my bedroom, fully unconscious, and he slept for nearly three hours after that.

During the rest of our Saturday, we took a long and relaxing bath together and then I showed him the rest of the house and mostly the basement where I have my gym, a media room and a large space with distraction things such as a billiard table, a ping pong table etc... We also prepared a pizza that we ate in the media room, comfortably settled in one of the reclining chairs. Despite the nap he took in the afternoon, he was clearly tired from his day and fell asleep in my arms before 11:00.

I don't have too many things planned for today apart from a work-out session at the gym and then, depending on how sore he is, I might improvise another scene in the playroom. Once I am done preparing our breakfast, I go back upstairs to wake him up with a mug of coffee. He has had more than nine hours of sleep and I chuckle at the thought of how he had started to complain about the sleeping times in our agreement. He can complain as much as he wants, but I know that he will need all this sleep once we get in the full rhythm of our relationship. He is now back in the centre of the bed, lying face down and his hands tucked underneath his pillow. I put the mug on the bedside table and go to straddle his bottom, not really applying my full weight but enough to block him.

"Time to wake up sleepy head..." I murmur in his ear, dropping light kisses at the crease beneath and earning a little groan. I continue my trail of kisses along his neck and over his left shoulder blade, grating my teeth on his perfect skin, earning more annoyed groans. Would he be a grumpy morning person type? "Liam, you've had more than enough sleep... wake up now... the gym is waiting for us."

"Argh... no... let me sleep..." he groans, turning his head to the other side... as if that would change anything...

"Is that so? I remind you that you are naked, so if you want to have a chance to slip on a pair of briefs and some sweat pants before I drag you downstairs, you'd better hurry up... unless you'd rather work-out naked?"

"No... I just want to sleep... I don't want to go to the gym," he replies with a sigh and buries his face in the pillow, sounding really annoyed. Well... he doesn't know me... yet... but he's going to learn.

"Liam! Get up! Now...! And this is the last time I'm asking," I ask more firmly. No reaction... I shift to the side to remove the comforter and he scoots further away from me, sitting at the other side of the bed and wrapping his frail arms around his folded knees. I cock a displeased eyebrow at his sullen expression and walk to face him at the foot of the bed. "What's that about?"

"I don't like working out..." he simply whispers.

"I thought we already had conversation, didn't we?" He doesn't reply so I bend over the bed to be at his level, resting my hands on the mattress. "Give me one good reason that you shouldn't work out. And it'd better be a good one... something that a physician would give you an exemption for. And if it's only about laziness, trust that you're about to get your first punishment," I whisper gently but firmly enough, making him shiver a little and avert his eyes to the side. I wait for a couple of minutes, only getting silence in return. "Right, this is what I thought. Now look at me, Liam... Physical exercise is important as I already told you. Most agreements stipulate at least three of four sessions a week and I was tolerant enough to set you on two sessions for now. And you'd better stick to it or you'll never be able to follow up on our lifestyle. Is this clear?" He nods in answer before I continue. "Now you'd better also change that grumpy mood because I don't deal very well with that kind of behavior. When I give you an order, I expect you to comply immediately, and this doesn't only apply to sex. Understood?" he just nods again. "I don't think I heard very well?"

"Yes Sir... I'm sorry..."

"I'm glad you're sorry. That doesn't mean you'll escape your punishment." I lean back up and take a few steps back. "Get up and bend over the bed," I order and watch him move his naked body, wearing a semi-hard-on, to the foot of the bed. "Come on, hurry up!" He gets up and turns around on himself to bend over and rest his hands on the mattress. "Take a step back... Rest your forearms on the edge of the mattress and your head over them... Keep your back straight, not round... Spread your legs further apart, Pet." Once he is exactly as I want him, his bottom nicely exposed, I go to stand on his left side and begin to caress and knead his buttocks to warm up and prepare them with my right hand while the other rests firmly at the small of his back. Warm up is essential because it prepares the skin for what is to come. "I'm going to spank you ten times for this bad mood and you'll get two hours of work-out instead of one and a half for trying to escape it. This time I am going to count for you but next time, you will be counting. Are you ready, Pet?"

"Yes Sir..." he whispers in a small voice.

"One," I say as the first slap lands right across his right buttock causing him to startle a little; spanking is an art that Dominants learn during their own training. It is important not to hit too high at the base of the spine; spanking across the cheek, where the volume is softer, is nice for the pleasurable spanking and a little further down, where the cheek meets the thigh, the skin is more sensitive and more appropriate for a punishment, but it is his first time, so I decide to take it easy and across the cheeks. After a brief rubbing, I raise my hand and smack the other cheek just as I count "Two", making him startle again, then quickly rub the spot to sooth the sting. I continue the same pattern until I reach ten, each time taking the time to rub the spot I just slapped. His bottom has turned into a beautiful shade of pink, which gives me a good indicator on the strength I should give when I start using a paddle or a crop.

"Don't move, Pet," I order once I am done and go get some soothing lotion in the bathroom that I apply on Liam's bottom, gently smearing the substance until it has been fully absorbed. "Stand up now..." As he does so and turns around, I see that his eyes are glistening but he is not crying all the same. "Wasn't it too bad, Baby?" I ask as I take him in my arms for a tight hug, feeling his erection against my thigh.

"No... I'm sorry I disobeyed, Sir..." he apologizes.

"It's alright, Pet, you're forgiven now. I took it easy on you for your first punishment, but next time won't be as pleasant," I warn him, grinding my thigh against his crotch. "Now you have ten minutes to go to the bathroom, get dressed and drink your coffee. I'll be waiting for you in the gym."

With that, I quickly peck his lips and go back downstairs and to the basement to prepare the machines we are going to use. Liam is actually a bit skinnier than I had imagined and a little bit more of muscle mass would do him some good, but he doesn't need a very intense physical training. He meets me there less than ten minutes later wearing the black sweat pants and tee-shirt I had bought for him and a pair of Nike sneakers. He seems to be in a better mood and slightly more enthusiastic, so I show him how to use the treadmill and the elliptic machine and ask him to use each of them at his own pace for thirty minutes and to take a fifteen-minute break between both while I use the rower.

"What kind of music do you like, Liam?" I ask as I connect my Iphone to the speakers.

"Hmm... about anything... anything but rap please..." he says pleadingly, making me chuckle.

"There's no rap in my phone anyway. How about some rock...? Red Hot Chili Peppers...?"

"Yes, it sounds good!"

As I let go of my steam on my own machine, brought on by Kiedis' voice and Frusciante's guitar rifs - Blood Sugar Sex Magic was really a great album - I keep glancing at Liam and making sure that it all goes well for him. His face quickly turns red as he jogs at a slow pace on the treadmill, sweat forming at his temples, but he often slows down to drink from the bottle I had brought for him. After nearly an hour and a half of rowing and drenched in my sweat, I join him on the bench where he is taking another break and drink a few sips from my bottle.

"Are you ready for the last part?" I ask him, squeezing his knee.

"Haven't I done enough?" he asks, with a little pout.

"You're kidding?" I exclaim playfully. "You've barely worked an hour! Come on, get that ass up!" I gently slap his butt and lead him to the Bodycraft training system which is a large station that combines various types of presses. "I'll get in touch with my coach and see if he's available in the coming week-ends to train you on the machine and give you some advice. But in the meantime, I'll show you a few exercises."

"A coach...? You have a personal coach?"

"I rarely need him anymore but he still comes at times for a longer session and to remind me of the good way to train. He's a nice guy and he'll be able to advise you better than I will."

"Oh... okay..."

For almost an hour, I make him do some push-ups on the bench, working his shoulders, arms and back, and then his thighs and calves until he gets completely spent. When I put an end to the session, he sighs with relief and jumps up from the bench. Since the machine has several stations, I was able to workout at the same time, so we both head back upstairs and to the bathroom for a long shower where I massage his whole body under the warm water. He eventually admits that he feels good after this little gym and since we are both starving, we go for our well-deserved breakfast that finally turns into a brunch.

"How is your bottom doing by the way?" I ask as I stand up to clear the counter.

"If you're talking about my buttocks, they're fine; and if you're talking about... something else... it's a bit sore..." he replies shyly.

"How sore...?" I purr when I walk back to the stool where he is sitting.

"Quite sore actually... but... if you want to..."

"No Liam, I'm not going to fuck you today," I reassure him, kissing his plump lips. "You have to get used to it and we'll work on it, but this afternoon, we're just going to play... differently." I capture his mouth once again, making him swivel on his stool and wrapping my arms around his waist before I pull him up and carry his light body upstairs. I drop him in front of the playroom and I am stunned when he naturally walks in, pulls down his pants and briefs and goes to stand at attention in the centre of the room, his back to me. "You're such a good boy..." I praise him, enjoying the sight of his milky skin and soft bottom.

He shivers when I run a finger down his spine while I try to think about what we could do but I quickly decide to go for the St Andrews cross. Little by little, I will initiate him to the pleasures of bondage but I need to take things slowly and the cross will be a good second experience of being tied.

"Walk to the cross, Pet, and face me," I order him and he immediately and zealously complies, leaning his back against the wooden cross, his member already pointing at me. "How did you like being tied yesterday, Pet?"

"It felt... weird... Sir... knowing I couldn't move and wouldn't be able to escape..." he says shyly, "but I liked it..."

"I'm glad to hear, because you'll often be tied. Do you know why that is?"

"Because you like to have control...?"

"This is one good reason indeed. I mostly like you surrendering to me; it means that you trust me with your body and the pleasure I can give you... or not give you."

"Does... does this mean that you could get pleasure and I don't?"

"Hmm... That could happen, if you don't behave properly for example. But even if one of the roles of the Submissive is to put his Dominant's pleasure before his, I would never neglect your own pleasure; rather the contrary actually," I explain, which is exactly what I about to do. "Now when we use this St Andrews' cross, I can tie you either with your back to me or facing me; there are many things we can do there; this type of cross is completely movable and adjustable, but today, I just want you to get familiar with the feeling of being tied. Do you need me to remind you your safe words?"

"No Sir... I remember them..."

Very slowly, I tie his right wrist at the top of the cross and adjust the length so that his arm is stretched and proceed with the left wrist. Being a good boy, Liam keeps his eyes cast down as I tease his neck and earlobes with my teeth before I squat down on his right side and tug on his leg to strap his ankle in the restraint attached at the bottom right of the cross, his foot resting on the little platform. Once I am done with his other leg, Liam is left tied and spread-eagle but standing this time, so I slightly tilt the cross to the back, making him lean a little, and push the leather squat armchair from the wall to sit about two meters away in front of him. I lean back in the armchair and cross my legs, taking a long look at my beautiful Submissive against the padded cross.

"I like you all tied and exposed like this Pet..." I say huskily, happy to see a grin tug at his lips. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes Sir," he replies without hesitation.

"Good... so I'll enjoy the sight for a moment then." And for a good ten or fifteen minutes, I just keep silent and remain perfectly still in my chair, testing his patience and watching his frustration and desire grow as his breathing turns into pants and his cock begins to drip on the floor. I can hardly believe he could be so perfect already; any new Sub on training would have raised his eyes to glance up but he didn't. "You're doing great, Pet... really great," I praise him as I stand up and close the distance between us; I raise his chin to kiss him passionately. "You deserve a reward Baby," I murmur and go to the chest of drawers to get the magic wand that I slip in the back pocket of my jeans before I return to his side.

"How good do you think you have been today, Pet?" I ask as my thumbs draw circles around his nipples, getting them harder.

"Ngh... rather good... Sir... except for this morning... arrrhhhh..." he replies when I pinch the little buds between my thumbs and index fingers.

"What kind of reward do you think you have deserved?" I ask a few seconds later.

"I... I would like an orgasm... please... Sir..." he begs, panting a little harder. I gently take his hard member in my left hand and begin to stroke it very slowly, using the precum oozing from the tip to lubricate it, and running my thumb on the slit.

"Is this what you want, Baby? Do you like this?" He only answers in moans, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip. I lean down to capture his lips and as our kiss intensifies, I get the wand from my pocket, switch it on the lowest vibration and bring it to his manhood. As the tip of the wand touches the base of his penis and begins to run along his shaft, I feel the vibrations of his moans in our kiss. "Do you like this, Pet?" I ask, removing the wand.

"Yes... please..." he pants, "again... please, Master..."

I lean back from him to get a better sight as I briefly reach the wand to his cock. I repeat the action again and again, each time reaching a different spot, progressively nearing the mushroom head. Liam pulls on his arms and writhes on the cross, moaning and begging for his release. Eager to taste him again, I switch off the wand and order him to come and I take him in my mouth just in time to receive his shot of cum on my tongue that I greedily swallow. His body has turned limp on the inclined cross so I cautiously free him from all the restraints and carry him to the bed, ignoring my own straining erection. Once I have massaged his wrists and ankles, witnessing a blissful smile on his lips, I lie down next to him and we cuddle for a long moment.

Liam has drowsed, half sprawled over me, my fingers running along the soft skin of his back. I have tons of things to do for work, meetings to prepare but I can't resign myself to leaving his side and enjoying his presence while I can. I am travelling to Florida next week and to New York the week after next and I already hate the idea of going away from him. I never had that kind of feelings with any other Subs before and it only strengthens my confidence in the fact that he could be the last one. However, I am still far from admitting that he could also be the one to share my life with.

***

As I am driving him back to his apartment later this afternoon, Liam's phone goes off in his bag and he slightly hesitates before taking the call but finally does.

"Hey Shan... How are you?" Liam says half-heartedly. I hear the voice of his friend but can't make out what he tells him. "Well... yeah a bit... can I call you back later?" ".........." "No I'm not home..." ".........." "I'll explain later, okay...?" ".........." "Oh really...? So you're not coming back until next week-end?" ".........." "Okay then... good luck! And yeah, I'll call you later."

"Was this your friend?" I ask once he has hung up.

"Hmm yes... he needs to stay for another week at the farm where he is working at the moment," he explains. Well that's good news to me in a way if I can plan what I want to for tomorrow.

"What are you going to tell him later?" I ask with a smirk.

"I don't know... he was asking where I was, but I'd rather tell him face to face... about us..."

"That's understandable... You can tell him that you spent the day at your boss's house to prepare some important documents... and that you got remunerated in nature," I joke, making him relax and laugh.

"Yeah, I'll tell him something like that... less the remunerating part."

"It's up to you..." I say just as I park in front of his building. I'm glad to see that he waits for me to open his door before he gets out. I snatch the bag from his hands and lock the car, making him frown. "I'm just walking you upstairs," I reassure him, guessing he is not very happy and watching him holding out his hand to take the bag back.

"That's fine... I can go on my own. I don't want you to see the mess I left upstairs," he explains.

"Now you have aroused my curiosity. Move!" I say with a chuckle, pushing him toward the entrance. He reluctantly walks into the corridor and sighs once I have shut the front door, blocking the access to the staircase.

"I'd rather we say goodbye here..."

"And I said I was going to walk you upstairs, now hurry up or I'll make you bend over the staircase and spank you," I warn him. He looks at me dubiously for a second but turns around and climbs up seeing how serious I am. When we get inside his apartment, I see that it is not as messy as he led me to believe. Apart from dishes in the sink and a few clothes on the couch, it is pretty clean. I drop his bag on the floor and go to hug him, starting a passionate kiss. "Pull your jeans and briefs to your ankles and bend over the chair, Baby," I order gently after a few minutes.

"Are you going to punish me?" he asks incredulously.

"My tone wouldn't be the same if my intention was to punish you, Liam, but I might change my mind if you don't hurry and obey." He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers before he turns his back to me to pull them down and bends over the chair, exposing his little butt. "Spread your legs as much as you can Baby," I order as I pull a bottle of lube and a box from my coat. "How sore are you?"

"I'm... I'm okay... Sir..."

"Perfect..." I spread a small amount of lube and begin to tease his tight hole, quickly inserting one then two fingers, making him moan after only a few seconds. I wipe my hand on some paper tissue and retrieve the small size plug from the box. I smear a bit more lube on the small spade-shaped plug and slowly push it inside him. "It's a small plug Baby, just relax..." I encourage him as I feel a bit of resistance to pass the ring of muscles. Once it is fully in, only the little handle sticking out, I pull his briefs and trousers up. "You can lean back up Baby..." I say and pull him into my chest, squeezing his bottom. His face is completely flushed and he is biting his lip. "How does it feel?"

"Hmm... good..."

"Great, because I have a little assignment for you. I want you to use this plug every evening for at least two hours starting today. This is going to help your ass getting used to being penetrated. This one is fairly small but we'll gradually use bigger ones. Of course you are not to stimulate your pleasure or masturbate, okay?"

"What...? Two hours every evening...?" he exclaims, already squirming in my arms, but I only nod. "How... how do I take that... out?"

"Look, it has a little handle," I explain, showing him the package that displays a picture of the plug. "Make sure you relax before you pull it out and you can clean it with soap. When you put it in, you normally only have to lube it and it should be fine."

"Argh... do I really need to do this?" he grumbles.

"Yes, it's an order," I remind him and peck his lips before I start to head for the door, tugging him with me. "I'll see you tomorrow, Baby."

After a long and rough kiss, I go back down to my car and drive myself to the club. I don't intend to spend the evening there tonight since I have some work to get done, but I need to talk to Aaron very briefly. I find him alone in his office, working at his desk, when I get there so I shut the door and go to sit across from him.

"Huh... I think I heard a knock on the door..." he mumbles, his eyes still focused on his laptop. "Yes? Come on in! Oh hi Josh! How are you? Please, come in, take a sit and make yourself at ease! Next time you don't need to knock and you can come just right in... naaa, scratch that, you already do that."

"Shut the fuck up, dumbass. I need to talk to you," I reply, ignoring his sarcasm.

"Do you? I thought you came for a football game..." he replies sarcastically.

"You're such a pain in the ass..." I complain.

"I know... I know... though certainly not as painful as you must have been to Liam over the week-end..." he laughs out. "Can he still walk straight tonight? Or does he limp?"

"Fuck you Aaron... can you be serious for a minute?" I ask, nonetheless amused by his stupidity.

"Yes Sir... How may I help you, Your Highness?"

"Jesus, you're really impossible..." I say, shaking my head. "Do you have anything planned tomorrow evening?"

"It depends... Are you inviting me to the Moto or to Alinea?" he replies with a huge grin.

"Neither, nor... I'll bring you Liam tomorrow evening. Can you test him?"

"No way...! I'm not tasting your Sub..." he exclaims with mock offense. "Or did you say test as in... testing for a Sub certification... as in testing him as if he would already be good enough to become a Sub?" I fold my arms across my chest and scowl seriously at him for an answer. "You gotta be kidding, Josh..."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I reply, cocking an eyebrow.

"No... you look rather serious... Come on Josh, he can't be ready for a test already... he supposedly signed his agreement on Friday..."

"He is ready, Aaron; more than ready actually."

"Did you make him train for the last 48 hours without sleep?" he asks suspiciously.

"I'm not a tyrant Ron... He only trained for a couple of hours yesterday morning. Aaron, he's perfect. Trust me when I say that he's ready. He's even better than some of the Subs here. I'm serious, Aaron," I add, seeing his dubious expression.

"Okay I trust you, but he hasn't met with other Subs yet and you know that it's part of the training, Josh."

"I know that, but you could at least test him and give him his certification. I won't take him to the Diamond until he has met another Sub, I swear! I actually intend to spend the next week-end at home with him but I could take him to the club on Saturday or Sunday afternoon to have a conversation with a Sub."

"Why the rush then if you won't bring him to the Diamond next week-end?"

"I just want to prove him how good he is. He's really impressive Aaron."

After I have told him a bit about the week-end and how Liam did great throughout his whole training, Aaron finally accepts to see him tomorrow evening. Mark and Camden arrive and join in the conversation, saying they might attend the test if they can free themselves and unfortunately, I can't forbid them too. As part of the four main Doms of the Club, they have a right to take part into the test and give their opinion, but I'd rather they avoid coming, so not to scare my boy. I guess Aaron's presence will impress him enough already. I spend another hour with them and hurry back home. I quickly call Liam to let him know about our schedule for tomorrow evening and then work until past midnight, trying to concentrate on tables and figures rather than on how proud and happy I am about my sweet boy. Needless to say it didn't work much...

Published on 24 Sept 2016

I was just not in the mood to work on Twisted Moon, so there you have another chapter... by the way, a great thank you to my dear Sara ❤️ for suggesting the name of Joshua's ex lover!! That story has so many characters that I'm running out of ideas...

The picture above is the master bedroom of the house that inspired me Joshua's bedroom. From all the pictures, it runs along the whole backside of the house, it's really huge...

Don't know when next update will be. Maybe when I Was Shooting For The Moon hits 100 K reads... which shall be soon...

Now below, much further below are some pictures that you don't have to see, but that a couple of readers suggested I could add. I wouldn't post them at the top, because not everybody wants to see this, so just for your information, one is the St Andrews Cross I inspired me from. Another is what is called a magic wand. Then there's what inspired me the bench. All these pictures are taken from online stores and don't show people into action, but don't go further down if you don't want to see ;)

Pictures have been removed due to Wattpad's hypocritical policies 😁