(Mark's POV - Sat. 12 July 2014)

I can feel the tension in the darkened room, people holding their breath and watching the ultimate part of the scene I am playing on stage with two Submissives. I need to concentrate. I need to focus my attention on Tony and Mick. Both are getting real close to their climax and they have been so perfect that they deserve their release.

The two Subs are hanging from the ceiling, blinded by a black cloth. I safely and as comfortably as possible tied their forearms to their calves with long leather straps. Each side is fixed to two long chains which are joining at the center and through a thick metal ring that is hooked to a long chain hanging from the ceiling. I am thus able to move them and swing them as much as I want and without effort; their legs are spread wide open for everybody's pleasure to see their exposed bottoms and crotches.

The spotlights directed toward the stage are heating the skin of my bare back, causing a thin film of sweat to form. I take a few steps back and contemplate the beautiful sight in front of my eyes for a while, these two fit bodies offering a delectable show of submission. I also carefully listen to their heavy breathing which is turning into some sort of staccato as they eagerly wait for the most pleasant sensations. I have been teasing Tony and Mick's senses for the past twenty minutes with a satin flogger and a long feather, slowly edging them toward an imminent orgasm.

They are now facing each other, still hanging in their straps, waiting for what is coming up next. It is high time I bring them to their well-deserved release. I slowly walk to them, feeling my shaft twitch and try to escape my unbuttoned leather pants, as if it hadn't had enough earlier when I came twice in their mouths. As I slowly circle around them, my hands softly caress both their heads, with tenderness, and I remove their blindfolds. Their eyes are now filled with lust.

"Good boys, you are doing great," I praise them.

Their dicks are standing proudly, longing to be touched and stroked, and leaking with precum.

I settle myself between them and let my hands roam along their chests for a bit longer. I tease their erected nipples and run further down until my fingers reach their groin, fondling their tight balls, yet avoiding to touch the sensitive skin of their manhood. As a dominant, I love this feeling of controlling their pleasure, of being able to decide if and when I will let them cum. My hands slowly trail up and down their chest again and their moans only grow louder.

"Are you getting needy, Pets?" I softly ask them.

"Please, Master Mark..." Mick begs in a barely audible whisper while Tony whimpers in frustration.

When my fingers finally wrap around their shafts, I can see all their muscles tense all of a sudden and their chests start rising and falling at a faster pace. As I begin to stroke them more roughly, one shaft in each of my hands, their bodies arch and their eyes raise to the ceiling in pleasure. I know they won't be able to hold back much longer, but I want them to come at the same time, and when I allow them to.

I coax their testicles for a few seconds and return to stroking their leaking shafts. I can see their balls getting tighter and higher up. By now, I have become completely oblivious to what may be happening in the room and only my evening Subs' pleasure matters to me. I can no longer see the audience of other Dominants and Submissives; I can't hear them anymore; I am fully focused on these two beautiful guys at my mercy.

"Come for me, Pets!" I finally say in a low tone. "Now!!"

Their backs arch one last time and all their muscles contract from the burning wave of pleasure; their knees spread even wider, allowing the rush of ecstasy to unfurl with more intensity. Long streams of white cream spurt out of their purplish cocks before they land on their bare and flat stomachs. Tony lets out a huge scream of contentment and relief while Mick clenches his teeth and tries to hold off his moans as I continue to milk them dry.

This is one of the best parts of a scene - at least to me. Watching their expressions fill with bliss and their minds surrender to beatitude from the simple touch of my hands is just wonderful. The pleasure I get from seeing their now-sated eyes and their lax bodies surpasses my own urge for another release.

The spotlights are switched off on stage, replaced by the dim lights of the room. My friend Aaron joins me on stage and helps me to pull down the boys. We quickly free them from the restraints and chains. Their bodies are completely limp now and I bend over to take Mick in my arms and carry him to my private room for aftercare, while Aaron follows me with Tony in his arms.

The organization of the club is set like a clockwork and a security guy is preceding us, opening the doors. All the way to my private room, I whisper words to the boys, praising them with how good they did. As soon as both Subs are laying on the large bed in the room, Aaron leaves, shutting the door, and I immediately start to tend to their care.

I use warm, wet washcloths to clean the mess on their stomachs and chests, then dry them off. The bond between two Subs after they participated into a threesome is really strong, so I make them roll on their stomachs next to each other with their sides touching. I climb on the bed, holding a bottle of oil, and place one of my knees between Mick's legs and the other between Tony's, straddling them.

I spend the next hour massaging each of their limbs, starting with their arms, their necks, their legs, and ending with their backs, alternating between the two of them. By the time I finish, the two guys are deeply asleep, so I cover their slack bodies with a satin bed sheet. They will be able to spend the rest of the night here before they go back home.

I quickly change back into my normal clothes and silently leave the room to meet Aaron in his office. Aaron Cox owns the Black Diamond and Satin Moon Club and is also one of my best childhood friends. Aaron and I grew up in New Jersey and we have known each other like forever.

We spent our entire childhood together, with two other of our best friends, Joshua Pierce and Camden Hall. Despite our very different social classes and backgrounds, our group of four was always together. There has always been a tight bond between us and our friendship almost never swayed, even after we graduated high school and each of us took different paths.

Well, Aaron is a bit of an exception since he left Jersey for personal reasons before the end of our last high school year and there was a long period I couldn't see him, but we always managed to keep in touch one way or another. As for Joshua and Camden, it was pretty much the same except I was able to meet them more often during the summer breaks, either in our hometown or elsewhere.

My parents own a small restaurant in Collingswood, NJ. Although my father is a great cook, he never had the will to expand his skills and see things bigger; he always thought that his small restaurant was enough. He does all the cooking and my mother takes care of the service and other tasks.

As a child, I spent a lot of time at the restaurant. I would do my homework at one of the dining tables and get one of my father's delicious meals before service started. My mother would then take me upstairs to the apartment they own above the restaurant before she would go back downstairs to work. My parents could easily keep an eye on me while working at the restaurant and either of them would often come upstairs and check on me. I quickly became autonomous and performed my evening rituals of bathing and brushing my teeth, playing in my bedroom and going to bed all alone.

When I turned 10, my parents allowed me to stay a little longer at night. I would either help my mother in the restaurant's dining room or watch my father cooking in the kitchen. I actually much preferred the second option. I could spend hours watching my dad slicing vegetables, mixing spices and combining ingredients. I learned so much from him and it also created strong bonds between us.

I obviously found my love for cooking there and especially when my father finally let me help him cook. Very early, I discovered I could do whatever I wanted with ingredients. I loved letting my imagination work its wonders and try new associations and recipes. Of course, my dad was extremely proud of my growing interest in cooking and he often told me how he couldn't wait until I would be able to really work with him and take over the restaurant once he would be too old.

However, I had different ideas and goals.

I truly love my family – which is only my dad and my mom; no siblings. They have always been extremely loving toward their only son, and caring of course. They are the most affectionate and open-minded parents I know of, but my expectations were way beyond owning this small restaurant. I wanted something big, something that would bring me wealth. I wanted to be able to live in a beautiful place like my friend Joshua.

Don't get me wrong, it was not envy or jealousy toward Josh. His family was quite rich – though much less than he is now – but he never showed off. He lived in a big mansion that his CEO of a father had managed to buy thanks to his success in developing a construction company. However, money was not making him any happier than other children.

His father was a control freak who wanted to decide on his son's life, and who compensated his absence by offering him whatever he wanted, while his mother enjoyed her time off her husband in a way that forever disgusted Josh of women. I may never have had the latest video games devices or the best mobile phone when I was a teenager, but I had loving parents who were always there for me. They taught me the right things in life and to stand up for my own goals. But even if I never missed anything when I was younger, I knew how month ends could be difficult for my parents sometimes, how tired they could be of always working so much and never fulfilling their dreams to visit other countries because they just couldn't afford it.

So I did as I was taught. I planned for my life, I worked a lot, I kept my grades excellent and once I graduated high school, I got a grant to study in a very nice school that had a partnership with another famous cooking school in Paris. It was hard leaving my parents and friends in the US but I needed to fulfill my dreams. After all, what are a few years away from your beloved ones compared to spending the rest of your life doing what you really want and most of all in the conditions you wished for?

I spent the first year at this school in New York and the next three years in the city of love, where I learned from some of the best chefs in the world. I definitely missed my friends and family, but we always kept in touch. Hey, I'm not that old! Internet did exist in the early 2000s and highly facilitated the exchanges and communication.

I really had a great scholarship, so when I came back to the US, I used all the money I was able to save while I learned and worked in France to open my first restaurant in Philadelphia. It was not New York or Los Angeles, but it was still a good start. The beginnings were hard, but my natural skills in cooking quickly led the restaurant to be one of the most recommended places in Philly, and luck being on my side, I had found a very good cook who immediately picked up on how I wanted the recipes to be prepared. I trained him and after a year, I was able to open a second restaurant, in New York. I took the time to train the new cook so that I could open another one. It took him more or less time to be able to take over and manage the restaurant on his own, but it worked out well too.

Four years ago, as I was thinking of opening a third restaurant, I realized there was something missing in my life. I could still see my parents often enough but there was not much else. I never met other friends like Camden, Aaron and Joshua. I rarely went out, instead spending all my time working. I almost never dated anybody, and worst of all, I was missing my friends.

By then, Camden was still on the East Coast but far enough from me since he had settled down in Boston, then Josh and Aaron had both moved to Chicago. We still kept in touch, but I was so busy in developing my business that I rarely had time to spend a weekend with them, and it became quite obvious that this was my next destination.

Sure, my parents would miss me, like I would miss them, but being in my mid-twenties, it was high time for me to enjoy a bit of life and spend time close to my best friends. I opened a new restaurant of French fine cuisine in the city center of Chicago with the help of Joshua who designed it for me. I permanently moved there, and Cam soon joined us, finally reuniting the group of four that we were.

Aaron had been the first to move to Illinois, opening his first nightclub there. Joshua, for personal reasons, moved the headquarters of his company there too and once I had joined them, it didn't take much to convince our osteopath of a friend Camden to open a practice in the city as well.

"Great scene tonight, Mark! How are Tony and Mick doing?" Aaron asks as I plop onto the black leather couch in his office after I took a bottle of water from the fridge.

"They're fine. Sound asleep right now. Those long leather straps you got me are great; they left absolutely no marks on their calves and forearms. The system is actually much better than ropes."

"You tell that to Camden!" Aaron replies with a chuckle.

Our friend Camden is more into SM. He loves to leave marks on his Submissive's body; not permanent ones of course, but seeing marks remain for a few hours or days after a scene is part of his kink. I often wondered if his perverted mind is not sick, but now I know how our lifestyle has helped him to control some of his violent urges. Cam went through hell years ago and he really found his salvation in BDSM but this is another story to tell.

"Yeah, I guess. Not," I reply.

"How's your new restaurant doing by the way?"

"It's doing just great! It seems like the concept has a lot of success; the place is fully crowded everyday and already providing nice benefits," I reply more sternly than I wished to.

Two months ago, I opened a new establishment called the Wine & Cheese Bar. The concept is pretty simple: it offers a nice selection of cheeses and wines, all imported from France, as well as some refined cooked products that you can add in a good French baguette to make delicious sandwiches. The restaurant is located downtown in the Loop and only works on week days and Saturdays, providing a new place to eat to the white-collars who wish to try something else than the usual and disgusting fast-food restaurants.

"What's worrying you so much then?" Aaron's question startles me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't mean much more than 'what's worrying you?'. The question is pretty clear, don't you think?" he replies sarcastically. Aaron... the Prince of Sarcasm.

"Nothing. I am not worried."

"Hell, yes you are! I know you way too much to ignore that your mind is somewhere else," he argues as he stands up from his armchair and joins on the couch. "C'me on! Tell your big bro..."

I flip him the bird – Aaron is only two weeks older than me, so big bro my ass! – and I take a moment to think. People can hardly see when something bothers me. I am so used to keep a straight face, to hide my feelings, my fears or my worries. But Aaron is hard to deceive. And I know he won't leave me alone until I give him something to bite on. Maybe I could tell him about my other restaurant?

"I'm just a bit concerned about that new head of kitchen I hired at Le Marais a few months ago. The last few times I went there, I felt some tension among the employees, as if something is going wrong. A waiter resigned three weeks ago, and he wouldn't give me any good reasons to."

"Weird... Maybe you should spend a bit more time in that restaurant and see what's going on there," Aaron suggests.

"Yeah that's what I was thinking. But the new bar is taking me a lot of time at the moment and Le Marais has always worked perfectly without much of my attention."

"Well that's not it anyway..." Aaron sighs.

"It's not what?"

"It can't be the biggest of your worries. That's something you can sort out easily. There must be something else," he accuses, squinting at me.

I hate when he does that!! It always feels like he is piercing through my skull, trying to read my thoughts.

"You've been... acting weird for a few weeks now, Mark. You're here without being really here with us. You zone out. It was more than obvious last weekend at Josh's place when we had the barbecue," he adds, making me sigh.

"I am thinking of taking a new Sub under contract."

"Is that what you and Josh were discussing a week ago? But I thought you wanted to wait... to take your time and fuck around with occasional Subs?"

"I know... I'm a bit lost at the moment. The occasional Subs are great to make time pass, but it's not the same as having your own Sub. Even if they are all willing and consenting, I feel like I just use them for sex..."

"Well this is precisely what we do... and what they do too! They also use you to enjoy great pleasure with a Sex God..." he replies, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know, but... There are days I'd like to give it another try with a Sub; you know... a three-month contract or something like that. And there are others I really want to wait and find the perfect Sub to live the same thing as Joshua with Liam. Their relationship is just amazing, and I wish I could experience something similar," I explain.

"Seriously? No more threesomes?" he exclaims.

"Well... One doesn't prevent the other..." I smirk at him.

"Well yeah... But you do know that it's a bit more difficult to add a third party in this kind of relationship, don't you?" Aaron warns me.

He must be kidding me! A lot of the long-term couples here still invite someone for a scene occasionally! However, it is true I wouldn't be able to indulge in multiple-partner sex as often as I do now.

"I know, I know... I just think that if I meet the right guy, he will be enough for me. I have been in regular relationships before, you know. Threesomes are just for fun..." I reply, looking at Aaron's doubtful face. "Most of the time they are."

Aaron knows well I have a complicated mind. I like the idea of a steady relationship but I also like the idea of contractual Subs who are willing to act rather on demand. If I could meet both ends, that would be perfect.

"Anyway, it's too late to think about that now, I'm exhausted," I conclude as I stand up from the couch.

"Go get some sleep, I'll see you next Friday."

"I can't on Friday. I'm visiting my parents for a few days next week and I'm flying back on Saturday morning. I'll be here in the evening, though. I have a training scheduled with Joey too."

"Again??" Aaron exclaims, making me chuckle. "Propose him a contract! Then you can train him as much as you want!"

"Err... nope! Joey's nice but he's not really my type. Besides, I think he has plans with Master Jeffrey. They're performing on Saturday evening and I have a feeling he wants a refresher to feel more confident and get Jeff into a contract," I explain.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Oh well, I'm sure we'll find you a good Sub soon. Maybe you should look at the new recruits?"

"I'll think about it. Thanks! Have a good week, big bro!" I cheer, playfully punching his shoulder.

"Good! Give Sophia a kiss and a bear hug to Paul for me! Tell'em I miss them!"

"They miss you too, Ron..." I reply seriously. My parents honestly do miss seeing my friends, and Aaron in particular. "Are you sure you don't want to g..."

"Don't even think about it, Mark!" Aaron growls. "I'll see them when they come over here... just try and convince them to visit Chicago for a few days before the next winter hits us!"

"Will do! See ya next week!"

Published on 30 Apr 2016