Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 60: Is A First Public Scene That Exciting?

(Camden's POV - Sat. 20 June 2015)

"Daddyyyy, I'm done with the first floor!!" Noah screams as I hear him rush down the stairs. How can such a light weight make so much noise? This is still a wonder to me! I swear a hippopotamus would be quieter! "You're not done yet in here?" he exclaims with irritation when he shows up in the kitchen.

"I'm nearly done," I reply, continuing to clean the inside walls of the fridge.

"Can I help you at anything so that it goes faster?" he asks eagerly, stamping his foot on the floor. Inhaling a deep breath, I calmly stop what I am doing to look up at him. Impatience doesn't even begin to cover the expression displaying on his face. It is far stronger than that.

"Can you please calm down? Even if we finish earlier, we are not going there before 6:00 this evening and it's only 3:00 right now," I reply softly but firmly enough. I know how eager he is for tonight, but we have planned to meet everyone at 6:00pm at the club and there is no point going there earlier.

"But we could go earlier!!" he whines. Seems like we think differently!

"And do what? Kick our heels on the parking lot? Run around the building a hundred times? Be reasonable and patient, Noah. The guys won't be there until 6:00 anyway so we're not going any earlier either," I reply really firmly this time. "It didn't take you very long to do the first floor..." I then add doubtfully.

"Are you saying I slacked?" he replies with taken offense.

"I just imply you were fast. But I'll go and check anyway, so you'd better have cleaned up properly. In the meantime, you can empty the dishwasher."

Now that Noah is homework-free for a few months, it is only fair that we share tasks and chores in the house. I am not a huge cleanliness freak, but there is a minimum, and a good cleaning over the weekend is that minimum. We already lazed off a lot this morning after a long morning run, but thankfully, being two takes less time to do all the chores and I really intend to spend a quiet Sunday after tonight's performance at the club.

We have been preparing this for about a month now and I think my baby boy is finally ready for this experience. Over the last few weeks, I have seen a lot of progress in his submission, especially in the playroom where he can get really close to perfection. So, tonight is the big night and we will perform our first public scene. I am going to keep it quite simple for his first time and what I expect from him above all is a perfect behavior and total concentration while we are on stage, but I am pretty sure he can do this. I can tolerate and deal with some of his misdemeanors and chirpy character during the rest of time, but when at the club or in our playroom upstairs, I become extremely demanding and he knows it.

That doesn't mean I have a mind to slack on his submission outside of these moments, though. I am actually getting stricter and stricter with him as time passes by and as he is supposed to progress. However, there are moments when I need to refrain on my rigidity, like after what happened on Wednesday. I was determined to go rather hard on him after he confessed he had jacked off while he was in the office and without asking for permission. I have been teaching him how to soften an erection, giving him some techniques for that, but he barely tried any of them before he went for the easiest way. One consists in contracting the muscles of your thighs and focusing only on this for a few minutes before you feel your cock deflate. He could have at least tried that!

I had planned to lock his privates in a cock cage for a full week as a punishment, but finding him in the middle of a nightmare when I eventually got home that evening somewhat dampened my determination. Jess was whimpering at the top of the staircase when I arrived, which was unusual since he now sleeps on his own downstairs at night. After the phone conversation I had had with Noah earlier while I was still at my practice, I got scared something bad had happened. Clearly, that he had versed into his urges to self-harm.

Far from that, Noah was thrashing in bed, drenched in sweat and screaming at the top of his lungs, and it took me quite a few minutes to pull him out of his bad dream. Once he managed to calm down, he almost immediately drifted back to sleep and the following morning, when I tried to worm information out of him, he simply said he couldn't remember anything about the nightmare. Just that he felt oppressed, which is exactly what he tells me each time he has some. So in the end, on Thursday evening, I mostly lectured him for his mistake and spent two long hours edging him and forcing him to practice the techniques to soften a hard-on as a punishment. And of course, he wasn't allowed to come that night.

"Is there anything else to do?" Noah asks impatiently while I put all the food back into the clean fridge.

"I think we're done, now," I reply sternly, a bit annoyed by his overenthusiasm.

"Cool!! So can we..."

"I said no! Now I'm going to check on what you did upstairs, and it'd better be clean!" I groan.

I deliberately ignore his sigh and make my way upstairs, first visiting the playroom. As I had asked him, he dusted all the equipment and furniture, and mopped the floor. The visit to his former bedroom goes quickly since he just had to hoover the floor. Then comes our bedroom and at first sight, it looks clean and the bedsheets have been changed. Things get a little more complicated when I check the attached bathroom. All the area of the sink is impeccable; as are the toilets. The shower stall is a different story.

"Noahhhh!" I shout out and wait for him to meet me upstairs.

"Yes?"

"How did you clean the shower?"

"Like you told me to..." he replies disdainfully, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't think so."

"But I used the detergent you said and cleaned all the walls!" he argues irritatingly.

"Strip!" I order and thankfully for him, he obeys right away. Once he has put aside all his clothes, I hand him the detergent and the brush, and show him to the stall. "Doing the upper half of the walls is not enough, and you need to insist on the grout or it won't stay white for very long. Now go ahead!"

"But it's already almost f..."

"The longer you'll discuss the orders, the later we will be leaving!" I argue, leaning a shoulder against the wall and staring at him as he finally obeys. Watching him on his knees as he cleans up the lower half of the shower stall, with his caged cock dangling between his thighs and his cute little ass wriggling in front of me has my own member twitch in my sweatpants. I already take off my tee-shirt, discarding it behind me. "Now you can rinse," I then instruct after a while. Noah rises to his feet and uses the showerhead to wash off all the detergent, before he turns around to put back the spray and brush into their cupboard.

"Done!"

"Get in the shower and wash yourself," I order. He opens his mouth, probably to protest that he will shower at the club, but closes it right away when I scowl at him, then walks into the large stall where he begins to lather his hair and his body. I get rid of my clothes and join him, standing in his back. My hand reaches for the crack of his ass and my middle finger enjoys the slippery effects of the gel to slide between his buttocks and tease his pucker hole, causing him to tense and moan.

"Is that hair I can feel there?" I ask in his ear, pulling on the short hair he has down there.

"I was going to shave at the club, Daddy," he squeaks, as I thrust a finger inside a few times.

"I should hope so. Time to wash Daddy, now. From top to bottom," I order, resting my hands on the side walls.

Noah turns around to face me with a smile, then uses the shower head to sprinkle my body with water. His thin hands start smearing the shower gel all over my upper half, insisting a bit on my pierced nipples, which makes me even harder.

"Kneel!" I order once he has reached my hips.

I spread my feet a little wider to give him better access to the rest of my body. After he has taken care of my legs, Noah carries on with my crotch, and I let him have his fun playing with my piercing, but he becomes hesitant to reach further back.

"Everywhere, Baby," I clarify with a smug look down at him. His hand gently passes between my cheeks, and a smirk displays on his face as his fingers get a little insistent at my entrance. "Don't even think about it, Baby Boy," I chuckle at him.

I may have let Aaron in a few times – four to be precise – but this is definitely not my stuff and this young man down there had better keep his fingers out of my hole. I eventually grab the shower head and start rinsing my body.

"I haven't told you to stand up, Baby Boy," I scold him when he tries to rise to his feet. He moves back down on his knees, lowering his head. After I have turned off the water tap, I raise his chin with two fingers of my left hand and look down into his lustful eyes. "Open," I instruct, pulling down on his chin, and as my other hand grabs a handful of hair at the back of his head, I push myself inside of his mouth and start thrusting, quickly reaching for the back of his throat. "Breathe through your nose, Baby Boy; I'm going to face-fuck you!"

Noah has become so good at deepthroating that it's a pleasure to face-fuck him now. Even if he gags a few times as I thrust deeper and deeper, he still remains in the perfect position and manages to make me reach my orgasm very quickly, releasing my load at the back of his throat. My good boy swallows everything without any problem and once he has sucked me dry, I pull him up to reward him with a long kiss. Of course, this has aroused him. His own cock is constricted in its cage and I take a sadistic pleasure to tease him a little more by massaging his ball. However, he did a great job giving me head, so instead of keeping him edged, I pour cold water over his restrained erection which doesn't take long to soften. He won't get to come until tonight on stage. And in public.

* * *

"You're doing this on purpose, right?" Noah grumbles beside me after he has turned down the volume of the radio.

"Doing what?" I ask, briefly peeking at his pouting expression.

"Driving so slow... You're doing that on purpose, right? Can't you drive a little faster?" he adds impatiently. He has been fidgeting on his seat ever since we reached the highway out of Lisle.

"I'm not driving slow, Noah! I'm just above the authorized speed limit!" I reply with a light chuckle, though his attitude is getting really annoying. After my little fun in the shower, he kept running everywhere, trying to make me hurry. "Are you that eager for tonight?"

"Hmm... yeah!" he replies, and weirdly enough, I sense a little hesitation or something similar in his voice, but I don't think it has anything to do with the public scene. He looks back at his phone and sighs in exasperation. "See? Shan and Alex are already there! I just got a text!"

Rolling my eyes, I ignore him and turn the volume up. We are only ten minutes away from the club now, so he had better stop complaining if he doesn't want me to turn the bondage scene into a punishment one. People usually like those a lot since they are rare at the club. As expected, ten minutes later, I am parking at the back of the discotheque. I barely have time to stop the car that he is already out and fetching our bags in the trunk. I will have to calm this little creep down because I need him to be fully concentrated during our performance. Even more so as Aaron is hosting some guests from New York tonight who will have dinner with us and stay at the VIP area. As a VIP Sub too, Noah is expected to be on his best behavior by the Master Dom so I really need to quiet him.

"Noah!" I call out as he already walks away. "I would really like you to reign in that eagerness, Baby Boy, or you'll be in trouble!" I warn him once I have caught up at the small entrance. "Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy..."

I open the door and lead him inside. As we walk into Aaron's office, the first thing I notice is that Mark and Joshua are sitting on the couch and that the three Subs are kneeling beside them, scowling at the floor; then Aaron is missing. Except for Mark and Joshua who are laughing at some joke, it is really quiet in here. I greet them with high-fives and ruffling of hair on the Subs, then I pull a chair closer to the couch and order Noah to kneel down beside me.

"Where's Aaron?" I ask as I sit down.

"Gone for a last tour of the club, I believe," Mark says.

"What's with all these silent Subs by the way?"

"Alex and Shan have been impossible this afternoon," Mark explains, obviously displeased with his two boys.

"Same for Liam," Joshua growls. Now that's a weird coincidence! "Welcome to the club of overexcited Subs, it seems?"

"Yeah... Noah has been painful too," I reply and I vaguely hear him grumble something beside me. "What was that, Baby Boy?"

"Nothing, Daddy..." he whispers. "I wasn't that painful..."

"Me neither..." Liam chirps in, soon followed by Shannon and even discreet Alex.

"Who gave you permission to speak?" Mark and Joshua growl at the same time, giving me a hard time to stifle a laugh.

"May I speak, Master?" Alex asks.

"No, we already had that conversation. Keep quiet now," Mark replies sternly. Jeez! They must have been pretty much of a pain to put my friend in such a tense state. That's really not like him!

"But I..."

"Shut up, Alex!" Mark repeats.

"I find this common overexcitement really suspicious," I think aloud. Mark and Joshua look at me as it seems to hit them.

"You're right..." Joshua agrees. "If anyone of you has something to say, he'd better express himself immediately! And I should hope you guys haven't planned to do anything stupid!" There is a good thirty second seconds of silence before the explanation comes from Shannon. Of course.

"It's all my fault... I think..." he mumbles, and funnily enough, a few whimpers echo in the room as the three other Subs cower a bit in their positions and try to discourage Shannon from speaking. Mark cocks an eyebrow and raises his Sub's chin up to look up at him.

"Explain!" Mark commands very sternly. It doesn't sound good for Shan because his Dom rarely gets so irritated.

"I... I happen to have heard a conversation I shouldn't have... on Tuesday evening... and I might have told them all about it..." the little minx explains remorsefully.

"What conversation?"

"You... and Master Aaron... about some guests..."

"You eavesdropped our conversation!!?" Mark growls just as Aaron walks in. Uh oh...

"Hi guys!" he calls out as he shuts the door. "Wow... What's going on in here?" he asks, scowling at Mark and Shannon. If anyone ever dreamed to see the Master Dom in angry mode, grab some popcorn and enjoy the show! "Who eavesdropped whom?" he booms with his deepest voice. If the situation wasn't so tense, I would probably burst out laughing at the four little creeps cowering on themselves.

Mark explains the situation, starting with the fact that Shannon did listen to their conversation on Tuesday evening and that he seems to have found it smart to tell about it to his friends – obviously during their lunch on Wednesday. Josh and I then complete with relating how all these boys have been overly excited today. Aaron's face gets colder and his body tenser as he gets to hear more and more about this, in the same way that the Subs' positions get more and more slumped.

"Kneel at attention! Right here!" Aaron barks, pointing to the spot in front of him and Shannon crawls in that direction. "The four of you!" he clarifies angrily, making the three other Subs startle before they eventually join their friend.

Oh God! Some boys are in trouble! They are just about to meet the Master Dom in all his authority for the first time, as far as some of them are concerned. Not a first for Shannon, though, and probably not the last. Even if they are our Subs, Aaron, as the Master Dominant, totally has a right of authority on them when we are at the club. Of course, he usually lets us deal with them, but I think that in this particular occasion, a little lecture from Master Aaron might do them some good. The four of them are now kneeling with their knees slightly spread, their back straight, shoulders squared and their hands resting on their thighs.

"Look up!" Aaron orders. Four heads shyly and slowly rise to look at him. Aaron glares at each of them for a long moment, increasing the tension, before he focuses on Shannon. "I'm extremely disappointed, Shannon. The fact that you eavesdropped on a conversation is bad enough – and for that, be sure that you will be punished – but telling about it to your friends was not a great idea either. I assume you must have also heard the part where I said we wouldn't tell you guys until tonight so that you don't get too excited?" Aaron asks.

"Yes, I did, Master Aaron... I'm sor..."

"You'll be sorry later, Shannon! Eavesdropping a conversation is really inappropriate, but repeating the conversation to your friends is not much better, especially when you knew I didn't want to tell them before tonight! The point was not to make it a secret, but I had my guess you guys would get excited at the idea of meeting new people, and damn! Your Doms already have busy and stressful weeks, they don't need overexcited boys on the weekend and before they go to the club. Even more so for Noah who is supposed to perform his first public scene tonight!" he shouts.

"I'm really sorry, Master Aaron..." Shannon mumbles, and I can see his nervousness in the way his fingers keep twitching on his thighs. The four boys are actually tearing up right now, but none of their Doms show too much compassion as they truly deserve this.

"You can be sorry! You will certainly have to deal with your Master for that, and on my side, you will taste my personal paddle ten times for listening to a conversation that wasn't meant for you," Aaron states firmly, almost defying him to complain. "You will get your spanking once I'm done with all of you, boys."

"Yes, Master Aaron..." Shannon squeaks. Seeing how angry Mark looks, I bet he's in for some more discipline at home. Or earlier in their private room.

"Now the four of you had better listen to me very carefully," he then says very dryly, looking down at all the Subs and pausing for a few seconds to get their full attention. "It obviously comes as no surprise that we are having two guests tonight. I have a friend in New York, Aiden, who owns a successful discotheque like the Black Moon with a private BDSM club. His best friend, Master Ethan, is visiting Chicago for the weekend with his Submissive, and they will both spend the evening with us. I have never met Anthony since he only joined the lifestyle less than six months ago, but from what Aiden told me, he is a rather shy and fragile person. I'm not sure he will be comfortable using the Subs' Room to prep with you, but if he does, I'll expect you to make him at ease. No hassling! No twenty-thousand questions! Can I count on you?"

"Yes, Master Aaron," the four boys reply.

"Good boys! Note that at thirty, Anthony is a bit older than you, so spare him the bratty attitudes. I'm not asking you to be ultra-serious, because I'm sure he is fun too, just be your joyful and funny selves as usual. Also, you should know that he's French and a Math teacher, but Aiden said his English is absolutely fluent. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Master Aaron."

"I really expect you to be on your best behavior tonight, Boys! I hope you will owe that bit of respect to your Dominants, and make them proud of you. Remember they are VIP members of the Black Diamond, meaning that you are VIP Submissives. As such, I expect the best from you because you represent this club and its reputation. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master Aaron!" the boys reply in unison before Shannon adds: "We will behave, Master Aaron... And I apologize for what I did."

"Right! Apologies nearly accepted. Off you go bend over my desk. Pull down your jeans, but keep your boxer briefs on. Noah, Alex and Liam, you go back to your Masters, facing away from the desk," Aaron then orders. Lucky boys... Sadistic as I am, I would have made them watch. Though, hearing the paddle should be enough of a punishment for them.

All the boys comply without hesitation while Aaron gets a paddle from one of his drawers. Noah crawls to kneel beside me without daring looking up. I am not extremely annoyed by his boisterous attitude this afternoon, but I am still a bit upset he didn't tell me about Shannon's revelations during their lunch on Wednesday. Even if I know how hard it would have been for him to betray his friend. However, if there is one evening I should allow myself to loosen up on my strictness, that would be tonight. The night he performs his first public scene. He is eager for it but I'm sure there must be a little stress all the same, so I certainly won't add more tension than necessary.

Besides, he already looks upset by what just happened. I guess a lecture from the Master Dom is impressive enough. After just a few seconds of reveling in my sadistic pleasure at seeing him brood over his thoughts, I pull his head against my thigh and gently run my fingers through his hair with affection to soothe him. Mark and Joshua seem to be in similar minds with Alex and Liam as they are also petting their heads.

Noah startles when the first blow of the paddle echoes in the room, soon followed by Shannon's whimper. It seems like taking physical pain is easier for him than witnessing his friend taking it. I'm pretty sure he would have preferred receiving the punishment in his place, but at the same time, it also serves as an example for everyone. You just don't mess with the Master Dom or the club's policies. Shannon is really a magnet for troubles. He fucked up and he's just dealing with the consequences. It's not the first time and it probably won't be the last, but the good thing is that Aaron has a thing with Subs. He knows how to manage them better than anyone else, and I'm certain Shan will learn from his mistakes.

* * *

"Good evening Ethan!! It's good to see you again!" Aaron cheers when the tall and muscular man walks in, followed by a slightly smaller and slender guy, with beautiful features, brown hair and smart golden hazel eyes, Anthony obviously.

While Aaron introduces everyone, I peek at the young man with whom Mark is exchanging a few words in French. Young man? The heck! He is actually older than I am! Though only by a few months and anyway, he looks barely 25 or 26. He is definitely not your usual Math teacher either. Damn! If any of my teachers had been like him, I would have been even better in this subject. I would have willingly attended all the classes and tried my best to fuck him hard on his desk. That never happened, though. All my Math teachers were old and far from appetizing. Anyway, that's not the subject matter right now.

The beautiful boy looks shy indeed and constantly seeks his Master's approval through looks or touches. I met the latter exactly a year ago while I was accompanying Aaron on one of his trips to the big apple. My friend wanted me to see that club in New York, the Blue Hedonism. There, I got to meet Aiden, the Master Dom and owner of the club, as well as Ethan and two of their other friends, William and Tanner – who is another Sadist.

At that time, Ethan was with another Submissive, Keith if I remember well, and clearly very attached to him. I don't know what happened but the looks exchanged between the Dominant and this little angel here leave no doubt to the love they share. I also notice details that are furthermore evidence to this, but they're not my story to tell. All I can say is that the 31-year-old CEO, who is a successful businessman in healthy and organic food, is a different man than the one I met last year, and yet, he hasn't lost any of his authoritative and controlling aura.

The pizzas Aaron ordered are delivered right on time. Once Ethan and Anthony have signed the mandatory NDAs, we settle in the meeting room to enjoy a very pleasant dinner. Some Subs seem to have learned their lesson well and behave perfectly. We have decided to let the five boys sit together so that they can get acquainted with Anthony while the five of us sit on the other side of the table.

The atmosphere quickly lightens on the Subs' side, mostly thanks to Shannon. The little minx apparently has a mind to buy himself back by animating their conversation with colorful jokes and restrained enthusiasm. It seems to work well as Anthony looks rather at ease after a short while. Noah needs a bit more time to open up tonight, but I put it on the fact that he is much younger than Anthony and that the latter's job might evoke the countless hours of unpleasant homework he has gone through over the last few months.

On our side, things go lightly right away since both Aaron and I already know Ethan, and Mark and Josh are very easy-going people too. For a moment, Aaron and Ethan catch up on the past year. Ethan openly mentions his former Submissive, saying how happy he is that Anthony and he get along so well. I am also glad to hear Aiden and his boisterous Submissive, Zach, are doing great, which brings back fond memories of a certain foursome I enjoyed last year when I was there.

Like I already said, being a Sadistic Dominant doesn't mean I can't enjoy less intense scenes once in a while, and that foursome with Aaron, Aiden and Zach was really amazing. That cutie of Zach is so addicted to multiple-partner sex that it would have been a shame to decline his offer! Funnily enough, Aiden and Zach are also into a Daddy / Baby kink, and I surprise myself thinking it would be interesting to have Noah meet the couple. I was recently looking for an idea of short vacation with my Baby Boy. The East coast could be an option...

Unsurprisingly, Joshua and Ethan discuss business for a while, and Mark eventually stops throwing warning glances toward the eldest of his Subs to join in the conversation. Talk to Mark about healthy food and nothing else matters anymore! Well, almost. As the conversation progresses, our favorite chef mentions that he used to own a French restaurant in New York, but Ethan already knew about it from Aaron and Aiden, and it actually turns out that he and Anthony had their first date in Mark's in January.

"Daddy...?" Noah calls meekly, suddenly by my side.

"Yes, Baby Boy?"

"Hmm... Since we're done eating..." he whispers hesitantly, "could we go to the Subs' Room now to get ready?" Someone obviously volunteered to ask the question... It is already a quarter to eight, and I guess they should go, but I still peek at Mark and Josh who nod at me.

"Yes, you guys can go."

"Ethan, would you let Anthony use the Subs' Room to get ready or did you have in mind to make him prep in your private room?" Aaron asks.

"I think it would be nice if your boys show him the Subs' Room. Are you comfortable with that, Pet?" Ethan then addresses Anthony.

"Yes, Master. I would really like to go with Shannon, Alex, Noah and Liam if you let me," Anthony replies very politely. The respect emanating from him is impressive, but I'm not completely surprised. I know how strict Ethan is and it takes a lot of submission to be his Sub.

"Then you may, Pet. Will they meet us here then or at the club?" Ethan asks Aaron.

"We will soon go get ready as well, so I think they can meet us directly at the club," Aaron says before he looks at all the boys who are cleaning up their side of the table. "Some guys had better remember a certain conversation," he warns them. "And seeing how late it is already, you guys don't stop by the dance floor. Meet your Doms directly at the VIP area to watch the first short performance before Camden and Noah's, understood?"

"Yes, Master Aaron!" they all reply before they quickly stop by their respective Masters for a kiss and walk out.

"Baby Boy! Wait a second!" I call out, pushing my chair back and meeting him in Aaron's office. "I can remove your cock cage now, if you want," I whisper, already reaching for the little chain necklace I wear over the weekend and which holds the key to the padlock.

"I thought you wanted me to keep it during part of the scene, Daddy?" he asks shyly.

"It's up to you, Baby. Are you feeling confident about that? Anthony might ask questions in the Subs' Room."

"Yes, Daddy, I'm fine with it! And I'm sure Anthony can understand!" he replies with determination.

"Okay then. Come see me if you have a problem, and be a good boy, alright?"

"I will, Daddy..."

With a last peck on his lips, I let him meet his friends who have been waiting for him outside in the corridor and return to the meeting room with the guys. Ethan is telling them how he met Anthony, which had to be kind of an awkward moment for the Math teacher. This is funny he also met his Submissive outside of the club and brought him into the lifestyle, like the three of us did. Whatever, Ethan is the kind of Dominant that I sincerely appreciate, extremely fair and yet very strict on his dominance over his Submissive.

"Mark, do you really have contracts with both Shannon and Alex, or is one of them temporary?" Ethan then asks.

"No, both contracts are permanent," Mark chuckles. He briefly explains that he and Shannon have always loved threesome relationships, that they both fell for the young Alex and how the latter naturally fitted in their relationship, only strengthening their reciprocal feelings.

"That's a lot of responsibilities for you... How do you manage?"

"I can't say that it's always easy indeed with Shannon's overbearing temperament and Alex who is almost too quiet and shy, but I'm trying my best..."

"And you've done great so far, Mark," I reassure him, because after Alex's runaway and how he managed to quickly bring him back into good shape, he certainly deserves a medal!

"How about you, Aaron?" Ethan then asks, cocking a blond eyebrow and with humor in his green eyes. "When are you going to eventually settle down with a Sub?"

"How about never?" our friend replies, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, come on, Ron, you're such a pain! You're almost thirty, man!" Joshua teases him.

"You're only saying that because you want to win that New Year's Eve bet!" Aaron replies, showing him his middle finger.

"No, I'm saying this because I'm sure you'd change your mind if you only tried and you deserve your share of love!" Joshua argues.

"You're such a gentleman... Thank you! But I don't feel ready for that. Besides, see that little group of Subs you guys have now? What if I brought someone who doesn't fit? What if..."

"Shut up, Aaron, we already had that conversation and we already told you that your boy would perfectly fit in the group. Find better excuses!" I scold him.

"Well, I'll think about it... later. Right now, I already have over three hundred Subs to manage here and that's a lot!"

"That's not the same, Aaron! Stop always finding poor excuses..." Mark teases him.

"Go to hell, guys, I do what I want! And I think we should go get ready now!" he replies exasperatedly as he stands up, making us all laugh.

Once we have cleared the table, we all get our bags and head toward the Black Satin to get ready in our respective private rooms. Ethan has been assigned the room next to mine and Aaron follows him in to make sure he has everything he needs. In my own private room, I quickly change into my leather pants and combat boots, and then set to gather what I need for tonight's scene. I take my time to choose the ropes and all the accessories. I also prepare the bed and aftercare products I will need when I bring Noah back after the show. It is a little after 8:30 when I finally walk out of the room and stumble upon Master Andrei.

"Are you performing tonight?" he asks after quick greetings, looking at the equipment I am carrying. I am very tempted to tell him I don't and just carry this for my own pleasure, but that would be mean.

"Yes, this is Noah's first public performance tonight."

"Oh nice! Good luck then!"

"It should be okay, thanks! It's been a long time I haven't see you perform. How is Chris doing?"

"Chris is doing great, and we did a scene on stage earlier this week actually, but you don't come here so often."

"True. But having a full time Sub is a lot more demanding than to flit from one to another!"

"Don't tell me!" he chuckles. "Though, it's still a nice experience. Sadly, our contract is coming to end with Chris, so it's different."

"Are you not renewing it?"

"Not for now, but I probably will in a few weeks or months if he's interested. I will need to travel quite a lot in the next two months, so I will have less time to dedicate to him. I'd rather he enjoys himself with other Doms while I'm unavailable and we can always start a new contract when I return," he explains.

I know Andrei travels a lot and sometimes for rather long periods for his business, so I get his point. Taking care of a Sub demands a lot of time and presence, so if he can't sustain to Chris's needs, then there is no point signing a new agreement. This is actually a wise decision and exactly what our friend Gary did with Jeremy when the Dom had to move to Asia. That didn't prevent them from resuming their relationship when Gary came back.

"Anyway, good luck for tonight, and I guess I'll see you later!" Andrei finally adds as he heads toward a private room.

"Yep, see you later!"

Once at the Black Diamond, I drop off all the equipment to the stage assistant who will prepare everything for me after the first show, then go to sit down on one extremity of the couch next to Joshua, leaving my usual seat between Aaron and Mark to Ethan. The three of them are discussing about restaurants again so I get Josh onto his upcoming trip to Paris. He and Liam are leaving next Saturday for a full week in Paris. My friend is pretty excited about this vacation as he has finally decided on the best location to propose to Liam. Fuck! I have to admit that he impresses me with how romantic he has become. So un-Joshua-like! But then again, I guess love does that at some point and I am really happy for them.

Josh interrupts himself when the boys show up, all of them dressed in their tight leather shorts and bare-chested. They all proudly wear their shining collars – including Anthony of course – showing their belonging to us. What a beautiful line of Subs, though! Their heads are lowered but I can see the smiles on their lips and I guess they must have had a good time. They briefly peek up to spot who is sitting where, and the five of them go to gracefully kneel by their respective Dominant's legs.

Ethan soon pulls Anthony onto his lap, certainly eager to find out how things went, but Mark and Josh seems to be still a bit angry at their Subs' attitude earlier this afternoon and leave them kneeling on the floor. Noah will be a different story. I need him to relax before we go on stage, so just as the lights dim above us, I caress the back of his head, allowing him to look up at me, and motion for him to climb on my lap. My little monkey crawls up to straddle my thighs, chest to chest. He slips his hands along my sides and nests his face in the crook of my neck. I really like the cuddly Noah. I really do.

"Are you upset with me, Daddy?" he whispers in my ear.

"No, I'm not," I reply sincerely, guessing he is referring to this afternoon's behavior, and at that, he immediately relaxes in my hold. "You got lectured by Aaron already, that's enough."

"I'm still sorry, Daddy..."

"It's okay, let's forget about it, Baby Boy. How did it go with Anthony?"

"Great! He's really cool and was very understanding. He prepped with Liam and me, and everything went well, Daddy," he replies softly.

"Good. I'm glad you guys behaved then," I praise him, tightening my hold around his torso. "You're not going to watch the first show. Now I want you to relax and focus on us," I instruct as my fingers start drawing patterns all over his back and he nods in answer. "Close your eyes, Baby Boy and just relax."

I also close my eyes and mentally review each of the steps of our scene, each length of rope I am going to use and each knot I am going to tie on Noah's body. Somehow, I manage to block all the noises of the room; the lashes of a flogger on skin; the moans and groans; the music; the distant laughter and comments. Nothing but Noah's slow breathing reaches my ears and all my thoughts converge on this sweet boy of mine, visualizing each and every curb and feature of his body. This is Aaron's hand at the back of my neck that pulls me out of my daze some time later.

When I open my eyes again, I briefly notice that my friends' boys are still kneeling on the floor and I guess they will wait for the last minute to be allowed on the couch. Ethan has his beautiful angel over his lap and from the lust in his eyes, I bet his hands won't stay very long out of his boy's tiny shorts. Aaron has returned to his place, alone as most of the time, but he will surely get himself a free Sub later that he will fuck through the rest of the night.

"You ready, Baby Boy?" I whisper in Noah's ear.

"Yes, Daddy!" he whispers back.

I rise to my feet, keeping him in my arms, and move to the dimmed stage where all my accessories have been laid on a table. I let Noah down on his feet and hug him for a while, reminding him of all the instructions I already gave him several times, then I order him to strip. Once he has put his clothes and shoes by the table, he goes back to stand at display at the center of the stage in his beautiful nakedness. I am so proud to see how he carelessly exposes his swelling cock in its cage, obviously not bothered about what people may think. I pull the table closer and go to stand in front of my beautiful Sub, raising his chin to look down into his eyes. They are filled with lust and eagerness.

"Good boy, you're being perfect. Keep it on, Baby Boy. It's only you and me here," I whisper to him, to which he slightly nods with a genuine smile.

There are a few seconds of communion between us, eyes locked. Performing a BDSM scene requires a lot of trust between the Dominant and the Submissive in general, but it's even truer in public and when it involves bondage with ropes. It also implies for the Sub to be relaxed so that he can feel comfortable throughout the entire roleplay and I'm glad to see Noah's body isn't stiff at all.

Another important quality is patience. One that Noah has clearly improved on over the last two weeks. It takes me more than thirty minutes to wrap the ropes around his members, making sure they are tight enough to secure him, but not too much to let the blood run. I pay a lot of attention to the knots I do: these have to be strong but easy to detach in case of problem.

Noah is now standing on his right leg, slightly bent backwards, with his right hand firmly tied to his hip. The rope that passes several times around his shoulder and beneath his armpit is attached to one of the rings on the metal grid above us. His other leg is folded and oriented to the left. It is held upward by another rope which circles around his knee, to which his elbow is also tied. That length is attached to a ring of the grid for support, while an independent one has been wrapped around the bottom of his shin and the top of his thigh to restrain them together. That position, which is definitely not the most comfortable, offers his crotch to full exposure. He is just gorgeous!

"You're doing great, Baby Boy and you're absolutely beautiful," I praise him before I take a few steps back and admire the view in front of me.

Noah keeps his eyes lowered but a little smile is displaying on his face. My cock twitches in my pants and yet, it'll have to be patient as release is definitely not anywhere close – at least for me. After a short minute, I make my way to the table and coat my fingers with lube, then I move to stand behind Noah and smear the substance between his parted ass cheeks, relishing on how soft his skin is down there.

"Relax Baby Boy," I whisper in his ear as two of my fingers slide inside his hole and start thrusting in and out. "You have my permission to moan as loud as you want tonight, Baby," I then instruct him when a third finger joins in, helping to stretch and loosen that ring of muscles. "Remember, it's just you and me," I say, using my right hand to tilt his head and kiss him roughly, and he finally lets go of his moans when my fingers run down his neck and the top of his chest to pinch his nipples.

I retrieve my fingers and pull away from him to grab a fairly large plug that I coat with lube and direct toward his entrance. This size should prepare him well for later because I don't think I will want to wait for too long to get my own release once I have performed his aftercare back in the playroom. Once again, I praise him on his perfect behavior and exert him to relax as I slowly push the toy inside his warm cavern.

Once the toy is settled in, I prepare him for the next part by roughly rubbing my hands all over his back side. I could have used a basic flogger, but feeling his soft skin under the palms of my hands and allowing my fingers to knead his flesh is much more pleasant. Once his skin has gotten enough colors, I push the table away and grab three accessories. Two of them are small balls that I insert in each of his hands.

"I am going to gag you, Baby Boy. Do you remember how to express your safewords while you are gagged?" I ask loud enough for the audience to hear.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll drop the ball in my left hand to ask you to slow down, or the one in my right hand to stop," he recites loud and clear.

"Good boy," I purr into his ear.

I am pretty sure he won't need to use them, though. Tonight being a Saturday night, the club is fully packed with a majority of non-sadistic Doms and non-masochistic Subs, so I can't afford to perform something too rough. Tonight, it's all about the pleasure of performing in public and I do intend to keep it rather light, even for Noah. Here, the audience mostly appreciates the techniques of Shibari bondage. However, even if I'm sure Noah won't safeword, I cannot take any risk and this is by all means a mandatory rule: a Submissive shall always be provided with a way to slow down or stop a scene.

"Do not hesitate to use them, Baby Boy. Now open," I instruct before I put another ball inside his mouth and buckle its straps at the back of his head. I then eventually free his restrained erection, causing Noah to tilt his head back and moan through the gag at the sudden sensation of freedom. I only leave the first ring at the base of his shaft to keep him hard and help him to contain his orgasm.

I reward him with a few strokes on his shaft in order to make him harder and edge him a little. Then I take the two cat o'nine floggers I brought, one in each hand, and go back to stand behind him. I use my right hand to strike the first time on his right buttock, then wait for a few seconds to lash on the flogger in my left hand on his other side. Noah's muscles contract and without waiting for too long, I strike both floggers at the same time, making them meet across his bottom. My baby boy moans loudly as he relishes into the stinging pain.

After a second similar series, I go to praise him and stroke his dripping member a few times, then proceed with a different succession of strikes, first on the top of his back, then his butt and finally the back of his thighs, allowing him enough time to assimilate the sting between each blow. I repeat this chain of flogging several times, always adding a bit more strength. Noah has become a moaning mess and the skin of his back side has turned to a brighter shade of pink, but his fingers are still clenched around the balls.

Still, I walk around to stand in front of him to take in his expression. His eyes are filled with lust and he tries to smile when I wipe a little bit of drool on his chin with my thumb. His cock is leaking abundantly now, forming a little pool on the floor. Moving to his right side, I bend over and take him in my mouth, sucking hard on his shaft each time I bob up and making him whimper with pleasure. He is so freaking hard and his balls are really tight now.

"Let's keep it on for a few more minutes, Baby Boy," I encourage him when I stand back up before I return to the flogging.

In the end, I keep the little game of flogging and edging for another good ten minutes, intensifying the strength of the blows little by little. His back, his bottom and the top of his thighs are now of a bright pink, with stripes all over his skin. I can see I am getting close to his limits, so I decide to put an end to the scene and drop the cat o'nines on the floor.

"You've been perfect, Baby Boy, absolutely perfect," I congratulate him as I press myself in his back, circling my right arm around his waist while my left hand unbuckles the gag, and he finally drops the balls. Tilting his head to the side, I lean down to kiss him, wildly exploring his mouth while my other hand frees him of the cock ring before it starts stroking his painfully hard member.

"Please Daddy..." he begs through the kiss.

"One more minute, Baby Boy. You can do this..." I order before I deepen the kiss, pulling a little on his hair and sucking on his tongue. Noah's moans are vibrating in my mouth and I think he is reaching his maximum tolerance here. I break the kiss and tilt his head backward so that I can focus on his smoldering look. "Come for me, Baby Boy!"

At the command, Noah's eyes roll back and a huge scream echoes out of his mouth as five long shots of semen spurt out of his cock and crash on the floor, accompanied by shivers all over his body. Within only a few seconds, Aaron is by Noah's other side, helping me to remove the major knots that will free him from this uneasy position. My baby has gone completely limp now, so I lift him in my arms and Aaron throws a blanket over his shoulders.

"You did really good, little dude," he congratulates him, ruffling his hair and guiding me down the stage. "Well done, Cam, it was perfect! Do you need help to your playroom?"

"No, thanks, I'm good. Please, say goodbye to everyone for me!" I reply as I head out of the Black Diamond and toward my playroom.

Once there, I cautiously lay down a passed-out Noah on his stomach, making sure that his hips lie over a large pillow. I smile at the sight of the plug handle still sticking out of his butthole. Soon, Cam... soon... Yeah, tell that to my throbbing erection! However, there are more urgent things to do first. I begin to untie all the remaining ropes from his body, glad to see that they haven't left too many marks. His back side is a different story with all the stripes the cat o'nine floggers left, but none of them did real blisters and the skin didn't cut. All traces should have gone within the next two or three days and with some serious aftercare, it shouldn't even hurt too much tomorrow.

So, for nearly an hour, I indulge in one of my favorite parts of a scene. Aftercare! I use my years of practice in physiotherapy and osteopathy to dispense the softest and most relaxing massage to my sleeping boy, brushing away all the tension in his muscles. I obviously apply a generous amount of soothing and nourishing ointment to alleviate most of the pain he may feel. Noah slowly resurfaces with little moans of content while I am taking care of his backside, at the same time stimulating his prostate with the plug.

"Love when you do that, Daddy..." he mumbles as I am finishing the massage with caresses along his spine, kneeling between his legs. "Feels gooooood... You should flog me more often..." he then adds with a chuckle.

"I could certainly do that," I reply, leaning over to kiss his cheekbone but avoiding touching him too much. "I'm proud of you, Baby Boy. You did really great!"

"Thank you, Daddy, it was great..." he replies with a genuine smile. "Ugh... The plug is still there..."

"Of course, it is..." I comment with a chuckle, nibbling on the sensitive skin of his neck. "Daddy still needs to get his release..." I add in a husky tone, purposefully rubbing my covered erection over his butt, which has him fully wake up now.

"Please, Daddy... I want you..."

"Oh that, you will... in a minute, Baby..."

With that, I get up from the bed and take off my boots and leather pants before I kneel back on the bed and straddle his slightly-parted thighs. For a moment, I play with the handle of the plug, twisting it and pushing it in a way to make the toy rub against his sweet spot while my left hand fondles his balls and feels his cock swelling again.

"Please, Daddy..." Noah begs as I pull on the plug and discard it on the floor. I smear some lube on my throbbing erection and between his ass cheeks, then move to poke the head of my cock at his entrance, resting my hands on each side of his head. "Please..."

"It's coming, Baby Boy..." I whisper in his ear, then thrust inside him in one go, thankful for the plug to have prepared him.

My groan at the sensation of his warmth around my member largely covers his own moan, and after a few seconds, I start ramming into his cavern. Oh fuck! After more than two hours of patience, I am finally where I wanted to be and the pleasure is building faster than it has ever been. I am careful not to rub my front too much on Noah's back but I can feel the heat emanating from his flogged skin.

"You're so good, Baby," I say, as I accelerate the rhythm of my pounding and bringing him closer to his own climax with each of my thrusts. The roughness of my moves makes his body rub against the mattress and the pillow, providing him with the necessary stimulation on his own hard-on.

"Please, Daddy... I need t... I need to come..." he begs between his moans.

"In a few seconds, Baby!" I growl, fighting my own urge to release. I would love to make it last longer but I am myself too close to the edge to keep it going. "Come with me, Baby Boy!" I order as I shove myself one last time deep inside of him, feeling my cock pulse out my juices in his cavern.

The ring of muscles of his asshole tightens around my length, squeezing me tightly and milking me dry while he releases his load beneath him. After a few more seconds of seeing lights from this powerful orgasm, I eventually and gently pull out of his hole, and lie down beside him. Still breathing hard, I cautiously pull him into my arms for a cuddle, causing him to exhale a long sigh of content before he drowses off into a deep sleep.

Oh God! That boy is doing such things to me, I can't even begin to describe them. But they certainly resemble what Mark feels for Shannon and Alex, or Joshua for Liam, or Ethan for Anthony. My only hope is that this Baby Boy of mine ever feels what Shannon and Alex feel for Mark, or Liam for Josh, or obviously Anthony for Ethan. I know he is still young and I am really willing to give him the time he needs to fully comprehend these emotions I'm sure are slowly getting to him. They have already become clearer to me and even if I haven't resolved to confess them face to face yet, they are here, deeply anchored within me, and I can't ignore them.

"I love you, Baby Boy..."

Published on 4 August 2017

So this is the end of the first crossover with @Fhanth's series but there will certainly be more in future books and one-shots. You will get Noah's thoughts only in chapter 62 since the next one is in Camden's again. In the meantime, you'll get more details in chapter 44 of The Phoenix' Hypothesis later today, so enjoy! And if you want to discover more about Ethan and Anthony (whose pictures are in the header), just go read their fantastic story ;)

And this is it... End of the happy chappies for now. Drama is kicking in with the next one (although some things were settled in past chapters but at least, you'll soon get answers to your numerous theories). In any case, remember that I promised a happy ending.

Also, since I have a bit more time now, I am preparing you a little one-shot that I will publish in about two weeks and which corresponds to the missing scene between Mark and Alex in I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars after Shannon got his piercing.

Last thing, I really had a hard time describing the bondage scene and I might edit it in the future, but here is the picture I inspired myself from for this scene.

Now, I wish you all a great weekend, and see you on Tuesday (for those who will pursue the adventure 😉)!