(Liam's POV - Sat. 23 November 2013)

"Why don't you want to try it?" Jeremy whines, exasperated by my stubbornness.

"Because I'm not ready for that just yet..." I whisper, not willing to draw more attention on us.

"We all do, Liam! The Doms love that! Don't you want to please Master Joshua?" he argues.

"I do want to please him... but I need time... I'm just getting used to all this... and... that's a straight no for the shorts!" I whisper shout, remaining firm on my resolutions. We are back to the lockers, just a towel wrapped around our waists, and Jeremy is trying to convince me to wear those tiny shorts that most of the guys wear here... well at least the Subs... but I just don't want to. As much as I begin to really appreciate each and every aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, I am still in the process of accepting my liking of it; I am slowly getting used to the rules and the concept and even if I must confess that I really love it, I still need to take things slowly. I am grateful that Joshua is gradually pushing me a little further every day. Having been in the lifestyle for a long time himself, he could have expected me to comply and treated me as he would have any other Subs, but he doesn't. He lets me run at my own pace and I sincerely appreciate that. And these shorts represent a step that I am not willing to climb just yet.

"This is silly... you have beautiful legs and I don't understand why you wouldn't want to show them off..." he scoffs, as he pulls off his towel, revealing his perfectly shaved private parts without any embarrassment and pulls on his pair of shorts.

"I'm just getting used and comfortable with the leather pants, Jeremy... give me a few more weeks and then maybe I'll try... but not today..." I repeat, putting on my pair of pants.

"Okay... and what about going bare-chest tonight?" he proposes. "I know that you're not very at ease with your body, but you know, we're all on the same boat here... if you look around, most of us are rather small and quite slim..."

"Not Thomas..." I argue, peeking at the young dark short haired guy at the other side of the room. I met him for the first time last week-end and was impressed by how good he looks. He is not much taller than I am, but he is larger... in muscles. He has a nice chiseled chest with a firm six pack and beautiful biceps. He is obviously far from guys like Joshua and his friends, but he does look bulkier than I do.

"Thomas works out a lot... if you want to look like him, you will need to have more than two workout sessions a week..." Jeremy advises.

"Yeah... I'll think about it... I actually get to like working out... it wouldn't become my favorite pastime, but I have to admit that it feels good..."

"Then try to train a little more often..." Jeremy encourages me.

"I actually do... I went jogging earlier this week, and since Joshua needed to work most of the day, I spent nearly two hours in his gym this morning... and I have two hours tomorrow with the coach," I reply proudly.

"That's good!! Just make sure you don't get too many muscles... or speak with Master Joshua... he probably likes you as you are... You know that most of the Doms like their skinny Subs..." he adds with a chuckle.

"I hadn't thought about that... though he is the one who asked me to work out after all..." I argue.

"Yes, but there is working out... and working out... What Dominants mostly wants from us is to train our heart rhythm and our suppleness..." my new friend explains.

"Yeah I understood that..." I chuckle. "But a nice little six-pack would be great," I insist, palming my abdomen.

Once we are both ready, we head out of the Subs' room and toward the Black Diamond, and directly join our other friends on the dance floor once I have pulled on the red bracelet around my wrist. I quickly glance at the VIP area and see that Joshua is there with his own friends. Once again, I am amazed to see how gorgeous he looks in only his leather pants. The business man Joshua is so much different than the Dominant one... at least physically. Both look good but this one really gives out sexiness... authority... dominance... power... control... Scratch that... They both do, but in a different way. Even if my libido was close to zero before I met him and even if I had no clue about what my sexual orientation would be, I would have never expected to be lucky enough to have such a beautiful boyfriend.

Feeling his eyes in my back, I go on dancing with Jeremy, Ed, Mick, Eric and Tony. We arrived a bit later tonight and the crowd is quite large now as more Subs and Doms join the dance floor, pushing us a little further toward the center. Turning around, I realize that I can still Joshua though, so I relax and enjoy a good moment with the guys. I have come to really like Jeremy although I have known him for only a few weeks. His energetic and enthusiastic temper sometimes reminds me of Shannon although they don't have much in common. Jeremy is more mature and composed when Shan is totally immature and unruly. Jeremy leads a stable life even if he doesn't have a Dom at the moment and he has been doing the same job for five years, when Shan jumps from one bed to another and already has tried more jobs than a normal person would in a whole lifetime. Jeremy is extremely respectful and submissive when Shan doesn't give a damn about what people think and would never be able to take an order from a Dom; Shan is just against all forms of authority and I'm glad that he has been able to avoid many more troubles than what he has been into.

I also like spending time with the other Subs. Joshua was right when he said that it would be helpful for me to have some friends here to advise and support me. We talk about a lot of things in the Subs' room, but our main conversations never drift too far from submission in general. It is good to hear about all their experiences and they never miss to answer all my questions or to calm down my worries. Earlier this evening, when I told Jeremy about what happened on Wednesday and Thursday, he reassured me as best as he could. I realized that it was foolish of me to break the alcohol rule, but being close to twenty-one, this wasn't the worst part. Bizarrely enough, I am feeling more and more confident around Joshua and a new trait of character is slowly emerging in me. I still have my moments of shyness when I blush to the deepest reds, but I am getting more and more confident and I feel this willingness to affirm my character more and more often. This is what led me to talk back to him on Wednesday evening, most probably driven by the beer, and on Thursday evening when he lectured me.

The punishment I earned for that was the same as I already had either on the bench or bending over the bed; be it a spanking by hand or with a flogger doesn't change much to the whole thing, but bending across Joshua's lap was a different story. It reminded me of old times when parents would throw their children in the same position for a spanking and I felt utterly ashamed, although I willingly took it because I know the rule about respect and I admitted that I had messed up. Jeremy explained that he always feels the same when he is being punished this way, while Ed said he rather likes it. Well I don't and hopefully that should keep me from talking back to Joshua for a long time.

Jeremy and I have been dancing together face to face, almost grinding against each other - scratch the almost... we are grinding against each other - and I startle a little when I feel the presence of a huge man next to us. I quickly look up and realize that this is obviously a Dominant, but before I look back down as I should in the presence of any Dom, I have enough time to notice the paleness of his blue - almost watery - blue eyes and his grayish hair. I immediately feel uncomfortable but the guy is apparently interested in Jeremy as he leans down and speaks into his ear. After a minute, my friend tells me that he is going to have a drink with the man and I wish him good luck with a wink before I turn to Ed and Tony, Mick having also disappeared, who are still beside me. I will stay here for a few more minutes and will then go to meet Joshua at the VIP couch. However, we are soon joined by several Doms who invite themselves in our group. The five of them mingle among us and begin to dance in rhythm with our bodies.

"Such a shame...," one of them whispers in my ear as he grabs my forearm and brushes his thumb against the red bracelet. I just shrug my shoulders, giving him a little shy smile though keeping my eyes cast down so that I don't even know what he looks like. I don't feel uncomfortable as they stay to dance with us, fully aware that every member of the club knows the rule about the red bracelet. It doesn't prove that I belong to a Dom, but at least it shows that I am not open or available for anyone, so I don't mind their presence and we actually have fun.

At some point, I feel one of them rest his palms over my shoulders from behind and another one comes to stand in front of me, laying his hands on my hips. I wonder how Joshua will like that if he happens to see this, but all in all, we are not doing anything bad... Last week when I asked him if he didn't mind how close Jeremy and I were dancing, he just said: this is just dancing, Liam... It's no problem... it's not as if you were having sex with him... With that in mind, I let both men guide me along the rhythm of the music. The one is my back is getting closer and closer though, and as he snakes an arm around my shoulder and begins to grinding against my left buttock, I start to feel a little more embarrassed, feeling a bulge poking me. I no longer know what to do with my own arms, especially when the other one shortens the distance between our bodies, blocking my view... The guy is much taller than me, though maybe a bit less than Joshua. I also no longer know where we are exactly on the dance floor with all the swirling we have done and all I can see is a beautiful tanned chest.

"If you ever change your mind and decide to remove this bracelet, we'll be more than willing to rent a private room for the evening with you... that's if you'd like to try the double penetration..." the one behind me whispers in my ear, causing me to flush. Double penetration?? Oh my God... Thank you, but no thank you!!

"You're quite new in the lifestyle, aren't you?" the other one purrs in my other ear. Oh my God... How can I get out of here? Where is Joshua? These guys are not forcing me to anything, but the whole situation is really embarrassing and I just don't know how to escape it. Suddenly, a large hand slams firmly on the bare chest in front of me, pushing it away from me... a hand that I recognize as Joshua's and I sigh in relief. In just a second I am freed from all the arms and hands that were wrapped around my body.

"Master Aaron, Master Joshua," the guy in front of me acknowledges. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, I'd rather you don't lay your hands on my Submissive," Joshua growls, his voice clearly filled with contained anger.

"What...? I didn't know..." both guys say simultaneously.

"Well now you know."

"He didn't even tell us he belonged to you," the one in my back says, and a finger suddenly lifts my chin until my eyes meet with Joshua's questioning ones.

"I didn't have time to... Master," I whisper, trying to avert my eyes. Joshua's look is all very serious and he grabs the top my arm and pulls to his side.

"You have been dancing with us for a good five minutes, boy... but anyway if you don't want other Dominants to look at your Sub, you should collar him," one of them accuses... A collar...? I don't think so... I don't want to look like a dog.

"It's not very smart to let such a beautiful Sub without a collar..." the other one adds with a sneer. I definitely hear Joshua growl right then and I also feel his body tense as his grip on my arm tightens. Holy crap... I don't want him to start a fight here... but thank God, Aaron appears in my view and rests a firm hand on Joshua's chest.

"Stefan and Frank, you're here often enough to know that this young man is Master Joshua's Submissive and I advise you to speak with more respect, if you don't want to get a temporary suspension from the club. Is that clear?" Aaron asks in the most authoritative voice I have ever heard, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes, Master Aaron," they both answer. "We apologize, Master Joshua," one of them adds, with still a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

"Accepted."

"All is good then," Aaron says. "Josh let's go back there, the show will start in a few minutes now."

"We're not gonna stay. Please say goodbye to Cam and Mark for us," Joshua replies as he begins to tug on my arm. I don't dare looking up at his expression but from the tension in his voice, I bet he is very angry.

"Josh..." Aaron calls him, with a menacing tone.

"I know what I'm doing, Ron. Good night."

With that, he yanks me toward the exit of the Black Diamond and walks me fast along the corridor toward his private room. He doesn't speak a word all the way there and neither do I as I don't want to worsen the situation. I don't think I have done anything wrong, but I have a feeling that he is angry with me. After he has made me sit on the bed, I watch him go to the bathroom and hear him fumble in his clothes. "Tony, in five minutes at the back door of the club, please." So we're leaving already?

"Sir...?" I whisper as he heads toward the door of the room. Either he didn't hear me or he decided to ignore me, but he walks out, shutting the door and leaving me alone here. Argh... what am I supposed to do now? After a couple of minutes, I vaguely hear some rumbling or maybe loud voices coming from behind the door of the room. I am tempted to stand up to go and see what is going on but the door suddenly slams open, making me startle once again.

"... Cam, I'm not stupid. You'd better go and look after Andrei. I saw him having a drink with Jeremy and Jeremy is anything but a masochist," he shouts before he shuts the door and walks to me, his expression as dark as his tone. "Get dressed," he orders and this is when I notice that he is carrying my duffel bag which he drops at my feet before he heads back to the bathroom. Since I don't want to anger him any further, I hurry to take off my shoes, pants and tee-shirt, and to put on my regular clothes. Joshua walks out of the bathroom, fully dressed, just as I am zipping up my coat. He grabs my hand and firmly leads me out of the club, carrying both our bags. Tony is waiting for us by the private door, a little crease between his eyebrows; I guess he wasn't expecting us so early.

The ride home is extremely silent and tense. Throughout the whole journey and each time I dare glancing in Joshua's direction, he hasn't changed his position by an inch; one leg crossed over the other; his right elbow resting against the edge between the door and the window; his chin pinched between his thumb and index finger; his eyes staring outside. When we finally reach his house, he doesn't wait for Tony to go and open the door for him; he just gets out and gestures for me to follow suit. Tony hands him our bags and gives me a sympathetic look before he wishes us a pleasant and peaceful night and goes to park the car.

I am not too sure about what I should expect or what I am expected to do now, but once we have hung our coats and put our shoes in the hall closet, I follow Joshua upstairs and prepare myself to spend my first night in the guest room, however he once again grabs my arm and drag me to the playroom.

"Strip," he orders as he himself begins to take off his clothes.

"Master... can we t..."

"I said strip, Pet!" he growls so I just comply as fast as I can and neatly fold my clothes on the chest of drawers. When I turn around, I see that he is waiting me for in the center of the room, arms crossed over his chest and only wearing his boxer briefs. Seeing the huge bulge there has my own cock twitching so I slowly walk toward him. "Go lie face down on the bed," he orders just as I am about to reach him.

"Are you going to talk t..." I begin to say very fastly but he interrupts me again, cupping my face with both his hands and catching my lips with his. He gives me the roughest kiss he has ever had, forcing his tongue inside my mouth and deeper than it's ever been. As I tentatively lay my hands on his abdomen, I can feel all the anger and violence he is holding back and somehow it arouses me like it never has. His coldness scares me a little but at the same time, I can feel that I am not really the source of all this tension in his body.

"I'm not reproaching you anything, Pet. Now be a good boy and do as you're told," he whispers against my lips as he lets go of my face. Within barely a couple of minutes, I find myself tightly restrained on the bed and spread-eagle. If there was a competition for tying someone's ankles and wrists in buckled cuffs, he would have broken the record... The bed dips between my legs and two warm and large hands slap my buttocks before they begin to roughly knead the flesh, spreading them apart and causing me to moan. The next second, he is hovering over me and I hear his loud and heavy pants as he begins to nibble the skin of my shoulder, giving me goose bumps. My head is lying on the mattress, looking to the right; two fingers suddenly appear in my sight and are shoved inside my mouth. "Lick!"

Guessing that this is going to be all the lube I am going to get, I try my best to coat them with a lot of saliva. Oh my... I can already feel my orgasm build inside my lower abdomen from how erotic this is and from the harshness in his voice. "You'd better relax and very quickly, Pet," he says as his fingers are pulled out of my mouth and immediately forced inside my asshole. I just can't suppress the loud moan escaping my mouth from both pain and pleasure. Ow fuck! How can it be so good?

Joshua is straddling my left thigh and I can feel the warmth of his chest on my back as he goes to nibble on my earlobe, increasing the feeling of rough pleasure. "How did you like being sandwiched between these two Doms, Pet?" he purrs into my ear. What??? "Answer!" he growls as I feel his fingers swirl inside of me and hit my prostate, making me moan even louder and utter incoherent words. "What was that?"

"I... I... I didn't like... it... didn't... want this..." I try again.

"You'd better not..." he says harshly, removing his fingers and shifting between my legs. I feel him position the tip of his cock at my entrance and his body rest over mine although I can't feel his full weight since he is supporting himself on his elbows. His teeth are back on my neck this time while his mushroom head nudges at my hole. "You'd better not, Pet..." he repeats, "because you're MINE!" he growls, thrusting deep inside of me and making me groan in more pleasure and pain. "You have my permission to cum whenever you want and as many times as you want..." he whispers and this is all I needed to let go of the fire in my balls, releasing what I feel is a huge amount of sperm on the bed sheets. He gives me a minute to recover and to adjust before he starts to ram in and out, grunting like an animal. Throughout the whole time, he keeps repeating that I am his and only his, alternating his words with biting, nibbling and licking my neck and shoulder. I wouldn't be surprised to find marks tomorrow...

The combination of his words, his harsh tone, the roughness of all his jolts and the fact that he rarely misses to hit my sweet spot have me cum three more times before he finally slams one last time against my bottom and empties himself deep inside of me with a resounding growl. Oh fuck! How is he able to hold it for so long? I feel him rest a little more of his weight on my back as his cock twitches inside my channel. I might change my mind when I wake up tomorrow morning, but all that comes to my mind right now is: I would like him to get angry more often... I chuckle at my silly thought and it apparently makes him snap up as he slowly pulls out of me.

"How are you, Baby?" he asks, a bit concerned as he might have taken my chuckle for a sob.

"Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat," I sigh blissfully, grinning at his face that has popped in my sight. "t'was good..."

"Four times, huh?" he asks, smiling at me.

"Hmm..."

After a brief kiss, I think he applies himself to remove all the restraints but I don't really know what happens next since I completely black out into dreamland. When I wake up with a terrible need to empty my bladder, the room is dark and from the warmth of the comforter, I can tell that we are in his bedroom and that I am lying half across his chest. Hearing his regular breathing, I try to gently disentangle from his grip but firm hands clutch at my waist and bring me back to him.

"Where are you going?" he whispers sleepily.

"Somewhere you can't go for me..." I whisper back. "And if you don't let go of me, I'll pee in your bed!" He chuckles but releases my waist and I am finally able to walk - or rather try to walk - to the bathroom. Jeez... The expression pain in my ass now really has a meaning for me. When I get back to the bedroom, Joshua has switched on the bedside table and is sitting on his side of the bed.

"Are you limping?" he asks with concern and gets up to sweep me in his arms.

"Arghhh... no that's fine... I can walk..." I complain, but he delicately drops me in the middle of the bed.

"Let me see," he just says.

"Let you see what?" I ask, frowning at him.

"Your mouth..." he says sarcastically before he adds: "your asshole of course! Come on, flip on your stomach!"

"It's fine I told you..." The next second I am lying on my stomach and he has my buttocks parted, making me groan in annoyance.

"I already put ice and some gel earlier, so it shouldn't be that bad tomorrow... it's just a little red... don't move, I'll go get the gel again." I watch him go to the bathroom and come back in all his beautiful nakedness. He goes back to kneel between my legs and I hide my blushing face in the pillow as I feel his finger apply some kind of ointment around and inside my asshole. "Get rid of that embarrassment, Liam..." he whispers as he lies back down beside me and switches off the light before he pulls me in his arms. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"You didn't... And I liked it... I... I actually loved it..." I say. It is so much easier to speak in the dark.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he chuckles.

"I'm sorry if I got you angry..." I also apologize.

"It wasn't really your fault..." he sighs. "Though, you should have told them immediately."

"But we were just dancing in the beginning... And you said you didn't mind, when I asked you last week..."

"I don't mind as long as you dance with Subs. Dominants dance with Subs for other reasons in general. What did Stefan tell you by the way?"

"Stefan...?"

"The one who was behind you..."

"Oh... he said... he said if I changed my mind about the red bracelet... they would... well... you know..."

"They proposed you a threesome?" he growls angrily.

"I wouldn't have accepted!!!" I exclaim. "One big dick in my ass is more than enough..." I mumble.

"Does that mean that if only one of them had proposed, you would have accepted?" he groans playfully.

"Nooo!!"

"You'd better, because you're mine..." he says, tightening his arms around me.

"And only yours..." I reply with a sigh of content. "Next week-end, I think I'll stay with you at the VIP area." He tenses a little at that and I try to pull back a little from his chest to see his features in the dark, but he won't let me.

"We're not going to the club next week-end," he just announces.

"Why?? Don't you trust me?" I ask, a bit upset by his extreme reaction.

"It has nothing to do with the trust I have in you, Liam. We're going to New York." This time I manage to pull away from him.

"What...?"

"I said we're going to New York."

"Why?"

"Why not? I was thinking... since I need to be there for three days the week after, we could fly there on Friday evening and spend the week-end in the city... then on Monday you can join me to visit the building site we have there and on Tuesday you can either use an office at Cole's or work from the hotel. What do you think?"

"Are you serious?" I exclaim enthusiastically.

"Of course..."

"That's great!!"

"Glad to hear you agree then... Now get back to sleep, it's only five in the morning."

"Yes, Sir..." I reply playfully as I snuggle back into his side and rest my head over his chest. "Joshua...?" I whisper after a few minutes.

"Hmm...?" Should I say it? Should I tell him how I am slowly but surely falling for him? With each passing day, I know that my feelings for him are growing more and more, but will he reciprocate? What if I tell him that I love him and that he doesn't reply? Or worse... that he throws me away and terminates our agreement and reminds me that it was only a sex affair? I remember what he told me before about the fact that there is more to our relationship than just a Dom and his Sub and that he also wants me as a boyfriend. But does that mean that he loves me? No... I don't think so.

"Good night, Joshua..."

"Good night, sweet boy."

Published on 7 Oct 2016

Hahahaaa I'm sure you thought he was going to punish him!!! Well he didn't!

So, you got three chapters at the same time (Note how nice I was not to leave you with the previous chapter's cliffhanger?) and that will have to count as this week-end's update. I won't be much at home this week-end, so next update will be... I don't know yet, most probably on Tuesday if I have time to work on next chapter. It's a long chapter and requires a lot of editing from what I had initially written so to fit the rest of the story. Anyway, we'll see!

Hope you enjoyed these three chapters. As usual many thanks for reading this story and for your patience; I could update more quickly like I did with the previous story, but I really want to focus on Twisted Moon so that it doesn't take three months again between the end of that one and the beginning of the next story. I am currently working on Chapter 37 of Twisted, so it's going pretty well :)

Whatever... feel free to vote and comment on the chapters as you please!