(Mark's POV - Sat. 13 September 2014)Running.
Just running.
Running is my way to escape when things are too intense - apart from sex, of course! - and when I need to sort out my thoughts or when I need to make decisions. I have been tramping the paths of the Millenium Park for more than an hour and it's barely 7am. I slept for only two hours and left Shannon sleeping at home because he needs to recover from last night, especially if we return to the club tonight and I yield to his request. It was over 3am when we got home last night after an extremely pleasant evening at the Black Diamond, so the boy clearly needs his rest.
Ever since that night I collared him in Aaron's office, Shannon has been bugging me to perform a public scene. Almost every single evening of the past two weeks, he has broached the subject during our daily talks.
The first time was on the Thursday after his collaring. We had just finished dinner when he mentioned his desire to do a scene on one of the stages. I had noticed his nervousness throughout dinner, but I was waiting for him to spill the beans. In any case, he knew he could tell me about anything.
I wasn't expecting this, though. My immediate response was a firm no, of course. The boy had been in the lifestyle for less than a month, and there were many more activities we needed to practice in private first before we'd do anything in public. Shannon tried to argue, but I made things clear and told him about how sensations are increased tenfold when doing a scene with a crowd focused on him. For fuck's sake, I hadn't even tried to make him come in a room full of people yet!
I corrected the situation last weekend, hoping it would dampen his eagerness. Bullshit! If anything, it got even worse!
That Saturday evening, I kept him sitting over my lap. During the first show, I began to tease him, rubbing my fingers close to his groin and running them along the insides of his thighs. Once in a while, I would pinch his erected nipples or nibble on his earlobes. This had my boy squirming, but I didn't stop during the interlude while I was speaking with Camden and Aaron who had Subs pleasuring their cocks.
Joshua and Liam had left, but we stayed for the second show - which implied a Sub tied up on a swing - and I edged Shannon further. My teasing grew more intense as I unbuttoned his shorts, freeing his hard-on. That made him gasp, and when he tried to prevent my hand from slipping inside, I grabbed both his wrists to tuck them between my chest and his back and, reminding him that he could safeword, I firmly held them there with my left hand, while the right one went back into his shorts.
Shannon tried to focus on the scene happening on stage, but he couldn't help moaning while I stroked his shaft relentlessly, using his precum to lubricate his erection. I felt him tense and when he was about to reach his climax, I checked his face, making sure he was still at ease with it, and gave him permission to come. He orgasmed with such intensity that I almost came myself.
Anyway, rather than cooling his enthusiasm, it only increased it, and he kept bringing up the topic again and again.
Over the past two weeks, we have practiced more BDSM accessories and activities. We used the bench, I strapped him in a swing, I tied him to the Saint Andrew's cross, I bound him with ropes. I thought that experimenting new things would compensate for his eagerness to perform in public at the Black Diamond. To no avail.
However, other than his annoying persistence with this topic, he has been on his best behavior, doing even more than I usually ask. He made his choice regarding his professional education and finalized his registration at school, with his training starting on Monday next week. Every evening when I get home, dinner is ready and the apartment is as clean as if it was new. By Wednesday, I started wondering if I shouldn't just give in. His progress was impressive and I thought he deserved a reward.
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