(Shan's POV - Tue. 9 December 2014)

Despite the comforter pulled up to my chin, a chill courses through my body when I wake up, as if a source of warmth was missing. Alex's warmth to be more precise. Keeping my eyes close, I extend my arms in front of me, thinking he might be on the other side of the bed, but I quickly realize that his space is empty and cold. I guess he must have been up for a while.

However, a peek at the alarm clock indicates me that it's barely 9am and as I sit up, I catch sight of an unusual form in my peripheral vision. Alex is sleeping in the armchair by the window. What the heck is he doing there? The position can't even be comfortable, curled up as he is! I get up and reach him, smiling at his cuteness, with his lips forming an adorable pout and his left hand snuck inside his pants.

Hand inside his pants!? What has this little minx done?

No, he wouldn't have dared to jack off on his own, but to clear any doubts, I cautiously tug on the waistband of his sweatpants and see that his hand is just resting on his pubis. His cock is standing at full attention, though... I don't know what he's dreaming about, but I bet it must be pleasant when I see this morning wood!

"What the hell, Shan!!" Alex suddenly screams, causing me to literally jump back and let go of the elastic waistband that slaps against his lower abdomen. "You're such a perv!"

The anger in his voice startles me even more. My cutie seems to be in a bad mood and I'm not used to this. It's not in his habits to snap as he's been doing since Mark left.

"I wasn't being a perv, Pumpkin... I'm sorry..." I apologize. "I was just surprised to not find you in bed this morning..."

"That's such a lame excuse for looking into my pants while I'm asleep!" he replies bitterly, averting his sleepy eyes to the window.

He's definitely in a bad mood, so I ease my way to straddle his lap despite his grunts and his eyes throwing daggers at me.

"I'm sorry... I was just wondering if you had... you know..." I stutter, perplexed by the darkness in his eyes.

"Masturbated? Is that what you mean? You were wondering if I had jacked off? What if I had? Would you rat on me to Mark?" he seethes sourly.

Uhoh... There's something off here...

"In theory, I would have to tell him, but I wouldn't..." I reply in a soft voice, hoping it's going to soothe him, but he only snorts back at me. "Did you?"

"It's none of your business..." he mumbles, trying to get up but my weight won't let him.

Now that I pay a little more attention, I realize that dark circles are marking his skin beneath his bloodshot eyes and he looks tired. Alex has been acting quite weird over the past two days, talking much less than usual, and I think that Mark's absence is wearing its toll on him. More than I thought. I know he was pretending to sleep last night when I joined him in bed, but I didn't want to push him, thinking he mostly needed rest. To be honest, I was exhausted too and fell asleep almost right away. Now I wonder how much sleep he got last night, but I bet it wasn't much.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" I ask very gently, but Alex just shakes his head in answer. "I'm sorry if I offended you, Pumpkin, I didn't mean any wrong..."

Something seems to click in his head at the sound of my grief-stricken voice and his features immediately soften.

"No, I am sorry, Shan! I shouldn't have talked to you like this..." he apologizes, his eyes filled with guilt and tears he's holding back.

I don't know what is going on with him exactly, but I'm sure it has to do with Mark being away and my guess is that he's yearning for affection, so I grab his frail body and hug him for a long moment.

Alex needed a bit more time to adjust to Mark in the beginning, and it was easier for him to be at ease with me, but he has grown much closer to our Dominant over the last two weeks, getting over his shyness and becoming clingier. I believe he loves both our cuddles equally, but he has grown so much more comfortable around Mark's strength and reassurance. This is still so new to him, so I think Mark's sudden departure to New Jersey was hard and he's missing him more than he'd like to admit.

Marks calls us around noon, after we spent the morning tidying up the apartment and done grocery shopping. There is not much new on his side since visits are only authorized in the afternoon, but it seems like he's been efficient all the same. He has been busy with calls with all the managers of his restaurants and has also started looking at his parents' retirement and the sale of their business.

Contrary to yesterday, Alex tries to speak a little more and sounds more enthusiastic, but his voice clearly lacks genuine eagerness or sincerity. It feels like he is forcing himself, I don't buy his mock cheerful tone because I can see his facial expressions and the tension in his body. It doesn't seem that bad, but I'm getting a bit worried about him and wonder if Mark can decipher any of this through Alex's voice. Maybe I should tell him, but he wouldn't be able to do much from a distance and he already has so much on his plate, I don't want to add to his stress.

And yet, it turns out that he does see...

At 3:20pm, Alex and I are outside of the building, waiting for Aaron to show up. It snowed again this morning, so I'm glad to see the black SUV soon pull over. Just as Alex is about to kiss me goodbye, the passenger window rolls down and a squinting Aaron leans over.

"Good afternoon, Boys! Alex, hop in! I'm dropping you off at the restaurant," he calls out firmly.

"Good afternoon, Master Aaron..." Alex says. "Thank you, but I think I'll take the b..."

"I said I'm dropping you off. Now get inside the car!" the Master Dom orders in a tone that leaves no place for defiance.

Before he gets in trouble, I gently push him to the back of the car, even opening the door for him, and take a seat beside our driver, greeting him meekly. The ride to Le Marais is rather quiet except for Aaron asking a few general questions, but I see how he keeps peeking at Alex in his rearview mirror. I bet I'm in for a long questioning and indeed, I get it as soon as Alex has left the car, mumbling a quick thank you.

"What's going on, Shannon?"

Shit! What should I tell him? He's not our Dom but he's one of Mark's best friends and I wouldn't be surprised if the latter had asked him to have a look at the situation. However, I don't want Alex to get in trouble...

"What do you mean?" I ask innocently, which is probably not my brightest idea, especially as we just stop at a traffic light and I earn a dark scowl that makes me lower my eyes.

"Don't you try and play that game with me, Buddy," he says threateningly before he drives off again. "Or with Mark. He may not be around but even if he can't see you face to face, he's not deaf and could hear something's wrong. And I'm not blind. Alex looks tired and upset. So, what's going on with him?"

"Mark called you...?"

My answer is more of a statement than a question, and I can't blame our Dominant for doing so. I should have guessed he'd notice something was wrong and as much as I didn't want to add to his current stress, it's even worse since he must be worrying for Alex now.

"Of course, he did, but that's not the matter at hand for now."

"I think Alex just misses Mark, but I do too..." I sigh.

"I'm sure you do, Buddy, but isn't there something else? Alex looks really bad right now. Does he eat and sleep properly?"

"Alex doesn't have a huge appetite, but I don't think he's eaten less than usual... or maybe he has..." I reply thoughtfully. "I think he didn't have much sleep last night..."

"Did you tell Mark?"

"No!"

"Well you should have! Mark needs to know these things!" he reasons, but it actually pisses me off.

"Don't you think he already has enough worries with his father?" I almost shout back at him. "I can totally manage Alex! I'll comfort him tonight!"

This time, Master Aaron pulls over at the curb, stops the car and shifts on his seat to face me, tilting my head to the side to plunge his deep chocolate eyes into mine.

"First, you're going to watch your tone, young man," he says very seriously, and the dominance emanating from him sends a shiver down my spine. "Second, this is not your role to decide how much Mark can deal with. This is his problem and trust me, he can take much more than he does at the moment. And third, I have no doubt you can comfort Alex, you're a great guy, Shannon, but are you sure you've taken in the full extent of the situation?"

Well, now that he says, I don't really know... I think Alex is sad because he misses Mark, but could there be something deeper than that?

"That's what I thought," he sighs before he sits back properly and pulls into the traffic. "I want you to call Mark as soon as we arrive, and you can use my meeting room if you need privacy."

Ugh, why do I feel this is going to be painful? Besides, it's already 3:45 and it means I'm going to be late.

"I'm supposed to start at 4..."

"This is an order that I, as your boss, am giving you, Shannon. I don't care if you start later. You see? Once again, you're trying to think in a Dom's place. That's nice of you, Buddy, but remember the guidelines of our lifestyle and they clearly say that you should put your trust into the Doms, and especially in Mark. If you don't trust him with your fears – and I'm sure you're fully aware of Alex's situation – the result will only be worse, with Mark worrying more from not knowing."

The rest of the ride goes well while Aaron keeps lecturing me on the roles of the Dominants and the Submissives, proving me how much of a bad Dom I would have been if I had chosen that path, and by the time we reach the club, guilt has somewhat filled me. Once in his office, Aaron grabs his phone and quickly dials a number.

"Hey, Mark. Any news on your side?"

".........."

"Okay, sounds good!"

"........."

"Yeah, you were right, there's something going on. Alex looked terrible. Bloodshot eyes, very pale. Not sure he should be working actually, but Shannon's here with me, he'll tell you more."

".........."

"Don't worry about that, Layne will start without him and I can help them out if necessary. Give a kiss and hugs to Sophia and Paul for me please!" Aaron concludes before he hands me the cordless phone.

With the device in my hand, I walk off to the meeting room and plop down on a chair after I have shut the door.

"Hello..." I breathe out.

"Hi, Babe. What's going on with Alex?"

As expected, his tone is stern and quite filled with exasperation, and I take a few seconds before I answer.

"I'm not sure, Master... I think he misses you... a lot..."

"Tell me more, Shan. Does he eat and sleep properly?" he then asks, so I tell him exactly what I told Aaron earlier, adding a few more details that I suddenly think about – mostly that Alex hasn't been very talkative and how I found him this morning when I woke up.

"And he's been looking quite sad... He also snaps a lot, which is not like him..."

"You should have told me earlier, Babe."

"I just didn't want to worry you..."

"That's not your role to decide, Shannon!" Mark growls with frustration. "I end up worrying more than if I had known. Besides, if Alex barely slept last night, do you think it's safe for him to work in a kitchen where he might injure himself?"

"Oh, Gosh... I hadn't thought about that..." I squeal, gulping down my saliva with difficulty. "But if I had told him to call in sick, he would have probably refused since it's his first day in his new position..."

"And that's another reason why you should have told me, Babe. I won't give him another choice. I'll call Matt and see what he can do without raising issues with Richard. And I'll call Alex later once he's back home."

"I'm so sorry, Master..."

"It's okay, Babe, but expect a lecture when I get back," he warns me. "Now go to work and call me back as soon as you get home."

"Okay... I love you."

"Love you too, Babe."

I am feeling terrible after I have hung up with Mark. How could I not think about the risks incurred? Alex's job is not the most dangerous, but working around stoves, ovens, pans and very sharp knives, he needs his full attention or else, he could easily harm himself. Guilt washes over me as I realize how I failed my little Pumpkin. I thought I could provide him with the support he needs with cuddles and hugs, but I clearly hadn't taken in the full extent of the problem.

And I also failed Mark. Master Aaron was right earlier, and I should have more trust in our Dominant. Mark is much stronger than I think, but I should have known, otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted to handle two Submissives.

"Hey, Buddy, come here..." the Master Dom's deep voice suddenly says and before I know it, I am pulled into a tight hug. "Did you get scolded?"

"No... I'm just upset for messing up..." I reply against his chest.

Surprising myself, I wrap my arms around his waist and cling to him, getting a bit of relief from his comfort and the gentle brushes of his hands over my back.

"It's okay, this is how you learn. Nothing bad happened, and I'm sure Mark will solve the problem very easily, you can trust him. Just make sure you communicate more in the future and remember that Mark needs to know everything to properly take care of you both."

"I will... Thank you, Master Aaron," I reply meekly as we pull apart.

"Do you want to go home?" he offers.

This is quite tempting as I could spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with Alex, but that would mean failing my boss now. I just hope my Pumpkin will be okay on his own.

"No, I'm fine. I can work."

"Alright, now go help Layne then. I have a Sub training starting soon, but I'll go and help you guys later if necessary."

Since Sunday night was quite busy and there was a big delivery of supplies earlier this morning, there is a lot to do between the stockroom and the preparation of the bar, but as he promised, Master Aaron helps us a bit later. I really like that he never hesitates to put the shoulder to the wheel. As the boss, he could just stay in his office and do whatever he has to do there – and I know how busy he is already with his own tasks – but he never fails to participate actively whenever it's needed.

The result is that by 7pm, the Black Diamond is ready to welcome its evening guests and after a one-hour break during which I send a few texts to Alex – even if they remain unanswered, unfortunately – Layne and I head back to the club. Thank goodness, it's Tuesday, the quietest evening of the week, but still busy enough to keep my worries aside. I behave very professionally, joke with Subs, serve Doms very respectfully. There is only one show tonight, but instead of watching something that might turn me on, I focus on my work.

I still notice that Master Aaron and Master Camden are enjoying themselves with Mick on their couch, the first one pounding into his butt while the latter is face-fucking him, but I quickly avert my eyes, willing to avoid more temptation than I already have. Come to think about it, I feel a little bad for Master Aaron because I'm sure he would have loved to take this scene to his playroom, but instead, he will have to drive me back home. Oh well, it's not my fault after all. It was Mark's decision and Aaron accepted it.

Anyway, festivities end rather early tonight and it's barely a quarter to midnight when I meet Master Aaron at the back entrance of the Black Diamond. It has finally stopped snowing and the traffic is light, so we quickly reach the Loop, but my phone goes off just as we quit the I-94, displaying Mark's name.

"Hi Mark, I'm almost home..." I say almost apologetically.

It's after 1am in New Jersey and he might be eager to go to bed now.

"All good, Babe. Have you spoken with Alex since we talked earlier?" he asks, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

"No... I was at work... I did send him a few texts during my break, but he never replied. Why are you asking?"

"I haven't been able to reach him at all since he got back home. I spoke with him very briefly while he was at the restaurant because he didn't want to obey Matt when he ordered him to go back home, so I had to insist a bit. I had to leave home and go to hospital then, so I told him to rest and that I'd call around 9pm, but he hasn't answered any of my calls..." Mark explains, causing my heart to race in my chest.

"Do you fear something happened? Do you think he got upset from having to go back home?" I squeal, definitely catching my driver's attention.

"No, don't worry, Babe! He promised he'd take a nap, so he's probably just asleep. He must have been exhausted if the last three nights were bad."

"You sure?"

"Yes, don't worry, Shan. I was just wondering if he'd spoken to you. Just call me when you're back home, alright?"

"Yes, I'll call you shortly... We're almost there!"

"What's the matter?" Aaron asks as soon as I have hung up, and I simply repeat what Mark just told me. "I'll go and check up on Alex with you," he then says firmly as he parks in front of the building.

With a discreet sigh, I follow him out of the car and lead him inside. The ride up to our floor seems long, but it's always the case when you're in a hurry to reach your destination. Alex's coat and shoes are lying on the floor in the foyer, which is definitely not like him, but I just hope it's because he was too tired and couldn't wait to hit the bed. Following the light coming from the living room, I find my sweet pumpkin sprawled on one of the couches, bundled up in one of Mark's zipped sweaters and fast asleep, but at least he's safe.

"Let me just have a look, Shannon..." Aaron whispers as he crouches beside the sofa and brushes the back of his fingers against Alex's forehead before he rises back to his feet. "No temperature, he's just sleeping. I'll carry him to bed, can you open the way?"

"Mark wanted to speak with him... Perhaps I should wake him up?" I try, wanting to also talk to Alex.

"Alex needs rest for now, Mark can wait, don't worry, Buddy," Aaron comforts me before he bends over and cautiously lifts the frail body in his arms.

I lead the way to the bedroom and roll down the comforter for him to lay Alex who doesn't wake up at all, not even when I tuck him in and kiss his forehead. As we walk back into the living room, the Master Dom pulls me into a hug.

"Would you like me to stay here with you, guys?" he kindly offers.

"No, Master Aaron... I'm sure we'll be fine," I reply as we pull apart.

"Shannon, you can call me Aaron outside of work and club hours, you know..." he chuckles, grinning at me. "You have my number, so just call me if you and Alex need anything. My apartment is only a ten to fifteen-minute drive from here, so do not hesitate to reach out to me."

"I will, thank you, Aaron..."

"Good! Now give a quick call to Mark to reassure him and get some sleep. And I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Okay! And thanks for coming upstairs... I'm not sure I would have been able to carry Alex all the way to the bedroom..."

"You're welcome, Buddy," he says warmly, hugging me one last time before he leaves.

After Aaron has left, I hurry to call Mark, but it doesn't last long. I just reassure him on Alex's state and he approves his friend's decision not to wake him up, then updates me on his father's situation. It seems like his old man is a strong guy and is already getting much better. Since we're both tired, he quickly puts an end to our conversation, promising to call back in the morning and wishes me a good night.

Once I have gone through my evening routine, I join Alex who has curled up in the middle of the bed, hugging Mark's pillow, so I snuggle against his back and pull him into my arms.

"I love you, Pumpkin... Sorry I failed you..." I whisper.

He stirs a bit in his sleep but doesn't wake up and I also pass out, holding him close to me.

The next morning, I wake up lying on my back and with Alex's fingers softly brushing against my abdomen, his head resting over my chest. As I open my eyes, I realize that I forgot to shut the curtains again last night, but the weather looks so bad and cloudy that the room is still very dark.

"Morning, Pumpkin," I whisper, resting my hand over his fingers.

"Morning..."

"How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I feel rested. Did you carry me to bed?"

"Master Aaron did," I chuckle. "Mark called while we were on our way back to ask if I'd been speaking with you earlier because he wasn't able to reach you. So, Aaron decided to go and check you were alright and carried you here," I explain, feeling him tense against me.

"Ugh... Mark is so going to punish me," he grumbles. "I went for a nap like he asked me to and I thought I was going to sleep for a couple of hours, but I only woke up this morning."

"He won't punish you, Alex," I reassure him, rolling us over to hug him tightly. "He knows you were exhausted and said he'd speak with you in the morning, don't worry. I'm glad you feel better and you do look better by the way. I'm so sorry I didn't notice it was that bad, I would have told you to call in sick..."

"And I wouldn't have listened to you anyway, so don't worry. Even I hadn't realized I was so tired and it only hit me when I got back home and couldn't keep my eyes open. You're not in trouble, I hope!?"

"Well, I should have told Mark about your weird behavior of the past few days... but let's forget about it for now. I'm hungry and you must be starving since you didn't have dinner last night!" I cheer, tugging him out of bed.

During our breakfast, I tell Alex about my last shift at the club and also mention the conversations I had with Mark and Aaron. On his end, he recounts how things happened yesterday. He was about to start his shift when Matt, the manager of Le Marais, discreetly summoned him into Mark's office to inform him a taxi was going to pick him up and drive him home so that he could rest. It seems like it didn't sit well with him and Matt had to call Mark so that he could convince Alex.

As much as he looks a bit better this morning, I can tell that something is still off with him as he keeps writhing on his stool and his voice is not as steady as it usually is.

Mark still hasn't called by the time we're done with our breakfast, so I send him a text that we are awake and wondering if we can disturb him now. Seconds later, the phone in the living room goes off and we rush there to comfortably settle in the couch.

"Good morning! How are you?" I ask right away.

"Good morning, Boys. I'm good, and you? Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, we did! We only got up about an hour ago!"

"Good. Alex? Are you feeling better this morning?"

"Yes, thank you... I slept over sixteen hours, so I feel much better," Alex replies meekly, a bit nervous when he adds: "I'm sorry I missed your calls last night..."

"That's okay, Baby. You really needed that sleep. Now, what I need are some explanations, because I feel there's more than this lack of sleep. Babe, would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes? Unless Alex wants you to stay..."

"I'd rather Shan stays..." Alex replies anxiously, squeezing my hand. "If that's okay with you, Shan..."

"That's fine with me, Pumpkin."

Alex sighs with relief and we both recline comfortably against the backseat of the couch, with Alex snuggling against my side.

"Okay... I'm listening..." he whispers for Mark's attention.

"It's rather me listening, Baby... What's wrong?"

Alex has pulled his knees to his chest, his legs tightly squeezed, and is writhing on his seat again, blushing deeply.

"Nothing really... I'm just missing you..." he says shyly, hesitating to go on. "But I totally understand that you have to be there, don't worry. I'm sure I'll be better now..." he adds, but even I can hear the distress in his voice.

"Baby, I miss you both as well. I'm truly sorry I had to leave you in Chicago, but I didn't have much of a choice," Mark replies in his softest voice – and I hate the guilt emanating from it – before he adds more firmly: "However, this can't be just that. There must be something else on your mind, so please, tell me."

"No... There's nothing else..." Alex squeaks in answer.

My feeling is that Mark is right and that Alex is lying, so I squeeze his hand a little harder to encourage him to speak.

"Alex!" Mark growls with irritation, making my blonde curl up even closer to me. "I'm going to make this clear. I know you, much better than you can imagine, and you can't fool me, even from a distance. I can hear the nervousness in your voice, and that can't be due to the sole fact that you're missing me. I remind you that as your Dominant, I'm supposed to provide help, but if you hide things from me, there's not much I can do. This is the last time I'm asking: what's going on?"

I swear Alex's face has never been so red before and I wonder what's eating him like this. I'm trying to soothe him by rubbing my hand over his thigh, but he keeps shivering and tears are welling in his eyes. As my hand happens to collide with a hardness at the top of his thigh, I suddenly understand what his problem may be, and when I remember small details of the past few days, it all makes sense.

"Tell him..." I mouth, throwing him a meaningful look.

"Alex, I'm waiting..." Mark grunts, exasperation clear in his voice.

"I... I've had... problems... down there..." he replies in a small voice.

"What do you mean? What sort of problems?" Mark asks more softly. "You have to tell me, Baby, otherwise, I won't be able to help you..."

"But you won't be able to help me from where you are, anyway!" Alex blurts out, tears spilling all over his cheeks.

"Let me be the judge of that."

"I keep having horny thoughts... and I'm feeling so bad for having them..." Alex stutters through his sobs. "And since you left, I haven't been able to calm down my erections... I've tried everything... sad memories... cold showers... and even ice! But these naughty thoughts keep bugging me... I just can't avoid them and it's making me sick because I shouldn't! Not in the current situation... This is so wrong! I hate myself for thinking about sex all the time when all I should do is just worry about you and your family... I'm so sorry..."

"Alex, Alex... Please stop!" Mark interrupts him.

"But it's getting so painful! I even almost talked Shannon into having sex! I almost got us into trouble!"

"ALEX! Will you listen to me, now?" Mark shouts. "There is absolutely nothing wrong thinking about sex, even in the saddest situations. Do you think I haven't since I left Chicago? I'm sure even Shannon has! Am I right, Babe?"

"Of course!" I reply, pulling Alex closer to me.

"See? It's only natural, Alex, and you shouldn't feel guilty about this. Everybody does think about sex, and it's probably even truer for someone like you who has just discovered how intense it can get. There's nothing wrong here. What is wrong is that you kept this to yourself and didn't tell me anything as you should have! I would have offered solutions, so I'm quite angry about this! Have you already forgotten the part where you're supposed to tell me about anything that bothers you?"

"No, I haven't... But I thought... It felt so wrong and you already have so much on your plate... I didn't want to bother you with something so unimportant compared to your father's problems..."

"I want you, Boys, to listen to me very carefully, and that includes you, Shannon! When I get back home, expect a long lecture on communication, but I'm going to make this very quick for now: YOU ARE NOT TO DECIDE HOW MUCH I CAN DEAL WITH!"

Alex and I startle and cower at Mark's roaring voice, glancing at each other. We are in trouble and Mark's return might be painful.

"We're not going to have this conversation over the phone, because I'd rather have you face to face to discuss this... and in my hands' reach. Now... I'm giving you thirty minutes to shower, prep and go to the playroom. Do any of you have a Skype account?"

"I do..." I reply in a small voice.

"Good. There's an old laptop in my office in the smallest file closet on the right side. Go get it, set it on the bed and launch Skype. Send me your username by text and when I call you in half an hour, I want you to be kneeling at attention and fully naked, Boys. Understood?"

"Yes, Master..."

"You've got thirty minutes from now," he says sternly before he hangs up.

"Holy crap... What is he going to make us do?" I wonder aloud.

"Dunno... Maybe some edging...? But I'm afraid we're in trouble..."

"Yeah, probably... But only when he comes back. I think we're going to have Skype sex..." I cheer, grinning at Alex. "Let's hurry up! You go start prepping while I take care of the laptop!"

I rush to Mark's office and quickly find said laptop, but it takes me ages to set it up and connect it to internet, then send a text with my username to Mark. This leaves me barely enough time to do my enema and shower, but Alex helps me to shave before he hurries to the playroom to receive Mark's call in case he'd be early. I am barely dry, with droplets dripping from my hair when I shut the playroom door and kneel beside Alex, just in front of the laptop that's resting on the floor, exactly when Mark calls us.

If we were both sporting semi-hards until now, the screen displaying our gorgeous Dominant quickly turns them into full erections. Mark is lying on a bed, slightly on his left side, propped up on his left elbow and his right knee folded. With the way he set his own laptop a bit further away from him, we get a perfect view of his smiling face, his broad shoulders, his bare and perfectly-chiseled chest, his appetizing abs and his jeans-clad legs down to his knees.

All horny thoughts aside, I didn't think it would feel so good to see him again, but I suddenly realize that I can't wait for him to return to us. I need to feel his presence, the warmth of his skin, the powerful embrace of his arms, his scent... I truly miss him.

"Are we running out of towels at home, Shan, that your hair is going to swamp the wooden floor of the playroom?" Mark asks in a smug tone.

"Ugh, took me forever to prepare the laptop, the Wi-Fi wouldn't work, so I barely had time to prep..." I grumble.

"That's fine, Babe," he chuckles. "It's so good to see you, Boys, you're so beautiful... I should have thought about Skype before. And Alex, you're taking another evening off, you still have dark circles beneath your eyes."

"I'm fine, I can go to w..." Alex begins to protest, but he shuts up as Mark leans toward his laptop and scowls at him.

"First, you rest and recover. Second, you can go back to work. Wednesdays are not that busy at the restaurant, and anyway, Christie won't quit until the end of the week, so they can manage without you for another shift. You're staying home tonight, period. Understood?"

"Yes, Master," Alex replies as Mark leans back again, resting his right hand over his crotch.

"Good boy. Now, let's have a bit of fun," he then smirks, palming the bulge at the front of his pants.

"Isn't your mother going to hear us?" I ask a bit warily.

"Nope, she's out this morning, visiting a friend of hers. Babe, please go fetch lube and two medium size plugs and Baby, get on all fours and face away from the laptop about three quarters so that I can see your cute little hole..." Mark orders with a voice full of lust that makes us almost moan.

I have done plenty of things before I met Mark and joined this lifestyle – and some were quite wild – but Skype sex is completely new and I think it's going to be hot! Seconds later, I'm back with all the items Mark asked for and kneel beside Alex, though he's already in the requested position, his head tilted to the side to watch the screen.

"You can start rimming Alex, Babe... Part his ass cheeks... Mmm nice... Work that tongue to tease this little hole..."

I'm on my knees, doing as Mark is telling me, and between his dirty talk, Alex's moans and the excitation of the situation, my own cock is oozing with precum.

"Use a bit of lube and insert your index into Alex's hole, Babe..." he continues, and after I have spread a bit of the slick substance at the crack of Alex's ass, I slip my digit inside him, feeling his warmth. "Add a second finger, Babe..." Mark says after a while, "and scissor him to stretch his ring of muscles... Move a bit to the side... Yeah, that's nice... How does it feel, Baby?"

"Ngh... good... Master..."

"Babe, now coat one of the plug with lube and slowly push it into his channel... and stroke his dick at the same time..."

"Oh God..." Alex moans when I align the tip of the toy with his back entrance and begin to slip it in, gently jerking him off at the same time. "Please... Master..."

"You'll have to hold on a bit more, Baby. Now swap places, Boys, and Alex, you can start preparing Shannon like he did with you."

As I get into position, I briefly peek at the screen of the laptop and see that Mark has freed his own erection. He is slowly stroking his manhood while watching us, his eyes full of lust. The next ten minutes are pure torture as Alex genuinely applies himself to pleasure me with his tongue first, then with his fingers, following Mark's instructions one after the other. I have turned into a moaning mess when he pushes the other plug inside my ass, his fingers skillfully teasing my hard-on. Damn! That little minx has really become good at this!

"You're so hot, Boys..." Mark groans with a strained voice when the toy is fully settled in. "Now I want you, Babe, to lie down on your back with your legs spread out and your knees slightly bent... and Baby, now you can go and straddle Shannon's shoulders... Rest your hands on the floor on each side of his hips... Boys, just shift a little to the left so I can get a better sight... Perfect! Now you know what you have to do!"

You bet we do!

Alex and I are now in a 69 position, with each other's very hard erections standing at attention in front of our faces, so we do know what to do. Grabbing my Pumpkin's buttocks, I gently pull him closer until his hips lower and I'm able to take him in my mouth and he sort of does the same with me. Following Mark's further instructions, we also begin to play with the toys in our asses, thrusting them in and out at various paces, and apply ourselves to pleasure each other the best we can with our tongues, swirling them around the most sensitive areas of our cocks.

The fire that had started building up in my lower belly is clearly threatening to explode after several minutes of this delicious torture, and it doesn't help that I keep peeking at the screen, watching Mark jacking off to our sight.

"You're so fucking hot, Boys... I won't last long..." he groans at some point.

Well, good for us, because we won't either! All he gets in answer are loud and pleading moans from Alex and me.

"Come for me, Boys!! And you'd better not waste a drop of cum!"

With his permission, both Alex and I scream our orgasms, swallowing each other's release greedily. And damn! There's a lot! Alex is shuddering with each stream of semen that spurts at the back of my throat and I almost choke on the big quantity of juices he feeds me with, but they're so delicious. At the same time, a deep grunt echoes from the laptop, but I can only imagine our Master climaxing, spilling his seed all over his chest.

"Turn around, Baby, and go kiss Shannon..." he says huskily.

As Alex shifts around, I quickly peek at the screen and just have time to see that my imagination was rather accurate as Mark's cream is spread all over his abs, but I'm soon distracted by Alex's lips crashing on mine. While we engage in a passionate kiss, Mark keeps groaning and moaning, enjoying the show we're putting on for him.

"Fuck... I wish I could share that kiss with you, Boys... You're so sensual... I want to hug you so badly..."

The sudden sadness in his tone pulls us apart and as we both sit up on the floor to face him, he quickly catches himself up with a bright smile and begins to clean himself up with a hand towel. I'm feeling sad for him. Alex and I may have felt alone without his presence, but at least we had each other while he is definitely on his own in New Jersey, and yet with much more to worry about!

"You'll soon be back to hug us, right?" Alex whispers.

"Yeah, I hope so. Are you guys feeling better?" he asks, recovering his confident and cheerful self.

"Yes, thank you, Master!" Alex cheers, and he does sound much better too.

"My pleasure, Boys," he smirks before his expression fills with seriousness. "Should you need more release, Boys, don't wait until it reaches drama, and enjoy yourselves. Please just let me know in advance if possible, okay? As you can see, there are always solutions, but even if that is not possible, don't make yourselves sick with frustration."

"We will, Master!" Alex and I reply simultaneously, gawking at the gorgeousness of his now-flaccid cock.

"Maaaaaark!!! I'm home, Sweetheart!!!"

At the sound of the squealing feminine voice echoing in the distance, Alex and I gasp in surprise, but we're not the only ones. It actually feels like everything happens in the blink of an eye.

"Fuck!!!"

Mark's eyes open widely for a brief second. He grabs the soiled towel and quickly slips it underneath his pillow, tucks his package back into his jeans at the speed of light just before we hear a door open. The last thing we see is his long hand reaching for the lid of his laptop that he pulls down and our own screen fades to black.

Oh my goodness!

It seems like our Master almost got caught red-handed!

After a few seconds, Alex and I turn to face each other, shocked expressions on our faces, and we both burst out laughing. This was just priceless!

Published on 3 June 2016