Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Will
There’s nothing like allowing a slave to orgasm while your dick is deep in his ass, and I held off my orgasm until his was mostly finished, and then I filled the condom while buried inside his bowels.
I wanted to lie with him as I had the night before, holding him until he drifted off to sleep, but I’d promised to get him to work by a certain time, and I’d make sure it happened.
I scooped jizz from his stomach and fed it to him, which might’ve been a mistake because his tongue licking my finger had my dick going hard all over again, but I fed it to him until there wasn’t enough left to scoop up, and I sat back on my heels and looked him over, strung up and spread open. It was a good look for Davy.
“The steel mirror gets the sanitizing wipes, then the polishing wipes, then put it back against the wall and use the dry polishing cloth until it’s spotless. All the implements get the sanitizing wipes except the butt plug, and it gets soap and hot water in the sink in the jail cell, then sanitizing wipes. The drawer it goes into has a UV light that comes on automatically for five minutes every time the drawer is closed. Everything on that level is either stainless or glass, so it doesn’t matter how often they get hit with the light. I’ve already thrown the disposable cane away, so don’t look for it. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“You can shower in the jail cell when you finish. I’m going to take a shower and get dressed elsewhere, and I’ll return before it’s time to leave. You can put your clothes on in the garage, but not until I release you from this room. If you don’t clean everything properly and put it away in the correct spot, we’ll deal with consequences on your next visit, if we both decide we want another visit to happen.”
“I do, Sir, and I hope you feel the same.”
I smiled. “Absolutely, so try not to fuck up.”
I took my time in the shower, put product on my hair and hit it with the blow dryer long enough it was all going in the right basic direction and wasn’t sopping wet, dressed in jeans and a tee, and grabbed two apples on the way through the kitchen. I only wanted one, but I wanted Davy to take one, too. If he wasn’t interested in breakfast then he could eat it for a snack later, but unless he convinced me he doesn’t like apples, he was taking it.
He was turning the shower off when I entered the playroom, and I quietly waited for him to dry off before we walked to the garage, where I watched him dress and then opened the door to the parking area outside the garage. “My security is driving us this morning, and since I want private conversation, we’re in the limo.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, but he wisely chose not to, and he followed me outside. Security opened the limo door for us and then closed it, and I made sure the divider was up. I handed him an apple, and I took a bite of mine. “Eat it or not, but you’re taking it either way. If you don’t want it now then you’ll have a snack later, and you can think of me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. I can’t give you rules when you’re away from me at this stage, so while I wish I could order you not to jack yourself off, I can’t do that yet. However, I will ask you when I next see you how many times you’ve jacked yourself off, and I absolutely expect honesty from you. I’m going to request that the answer not be one time. It should either be no times, or some huge number, so I know you kept having to go to the bathroom and jack off because last night was as big for you as it was for me.”
He gave me an unexpected shy smile and said, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“For telling me last night was big for you. It was for me, too. If you ordered me not to come, I wouldn’t.”
“And I look forward to a day when I can do so. Do you have plans this evening?”
“No, Sir. I should be finished working by five or six, I think.” He blew out a breath. “Maybe six-thirty. It’s hard for me to give an exact time. I should finish one job around four, and I hope to finish a short repair after the bigger job, but the repair could take from thirty minutes to two hours, depending on how it looks once I can get under the problem and see exactly what I’m working with.”
“Okay, how about this. If you can let me know about an hour before you think you’ll be finished, then I’ll pick up our dinner from one of my favorite southern-cooking restaurants and come pick you up. I’d like to see where you live, which means I’d like to eat our dinner at your place, and then, if you think it’s time, create a temporary contract.”
“I live in a tiny house, Sir. We can go there, sure, but it’s nothing special.”
“It’s your home, and getting to know my slave means seeing your space.”
“I didn’t buy the furniture, or the curtains. I bought the sheets and blanket, and my towels. There’s really nothing to see, Sir.”
“Am I invited? I’ll bring dinner — fried chicken.”
“Yes, Sir. You’re invited, and I hope to be able to call you Master after we sign the contract.”
* * * *
Will
When we dropped Davy off, I lowered the screen and moved closer to my guards so I could talk to them. I had them head towards a drive-thru for a dozen bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits, and handed them my credit card. When they got the bag, I told them, “Hand me two and the rest are ya’lls.”
I went years without using the word ya’ll , but I use it in private now. It’s an excellent word. For some people, it’s a contraction of you and all , meaning it’s y’all , but for me, it’s a contraction of ya all , which gets spelled differently. I doubt most people who aren’t from the south can tell the difference, but I absolutely can, and I say ya’ll .
I accepted my two biscuits and nodded when they thanked me for thinking of them. The men who guard me can go through more food than you can imagine, so I figured a snack of five each should make them happy. I knew from experience they wouldn’t eat them until they had me safely home, but everything would stay warm in the bag.
I bit into one of mine and swallowed. “I’m going to work out shortly after we get home. Ya’ll are more than welcome to work out with me.”
When I invite them, one usually works out with me while the other patrols the property.
The house is safe and I don’t worry once I’m behind my twelve-foot walls, but my people say I need security, so I have two people watching over me when I’m home. Being home alone the day before had been a fluke. Usually, my travel team arranges for the at-home people to be there, but I’d assured them I wasn’t going anywhere for a few days, and no one knew we were home, so I should be safe behind all my locked doors. Once my assistant spilled the beans that I was out and about, all the protocols had kicked in.
And sure, I pay them, so I can tell them to go away, but why bother paying for the best and then not listening to their advice?
My first stop upon arriving home was to check on Davy’s cleaning skills. The mirror was spotless and shiny, the garbage had about as many sanitizing wipes as I’d expect, everything was in its place, and nothing appeared off .
I imagine upholstery work is all about attention to detail, which meant I’d be able to trust Davy with some bigger things. Maybe.
I was about an hour and a half into my workout when my phone rang, and I answered it from across the room with my watch because it was Ghost, Hailey’s better half and my main point of contact with the bikers. Hailey is our guitar player, and she’s been with Ghost for as long as I’ve known her.
“Hey, you up for lunch with us?” Ghost asked. “Got someone who needs a sit-down with you. We can come to you if you can’t get out, or we can host you in the VIP section of the restaurant. Your call, but I figure you gotta eat.”
The bikers were pretty good at getting me in without anyone spotting me, and then sitting me so the rest of the patrons only saw me from the back. Ranger had worked out with me for about an hour and then swapped out with Mac, who was doing curls. I looked at him and he nodded.
“Yeah,” I told Ghost, “one of your brisket plates sounds good. No idea what you put on your spicy fries, but damn if they aren’t addicting. What time you want me?”
“One o’clock work?”
“Perfect. See you then.”
* * * *
Will
Sometimes I enjoy being driven around while other times I prefer to drive. My security guys would rather drive me around, but I convinced them to ride with me to the restaurant. I had this new Stingray and I wanted to drive it.
So, one of them rode with me and the other followed in the SUV.
I wore my disguise to placate them — a ballcap with my hair under it so it doesn’t look long, clean-shaven, clothes that are a little dorky, and glasses — and then parked kind of close to the back entrance. My guys came in with me and sat at a different table. Honestly, I trust the MC to keep me safe in their establishments, but since the Drake Security guys had to accompany me on the way, they may as well come in and eat.
However, Brain led me to their office, where Bubbles was sitting on a loveseat looking at his phone. He put his phone away and stood when we came in.
“Ghost put your order in, and Dawg knows what kind of beer you like. A waitress should be here any minute with our food. Please,” Bubbles motioned to the table set for three, “have a seat. I thought we needed a little privacy for this conversation. Nothing’s wrong, everything’s good, but Davy asked me to explain a few things.”
“For a number of reasons,” Brain said, “we aren’t big on broadcasting information about which of our members have spent time in prison. We’re going to share some club secrets and some personal secrets, and I trust you won’t share them with others.”
I sat and shrugged. “I trust the MC with some pretty big secrets. I hope you feel I’m trustworthy with yours.”
“Exactly right,” Brain said. “Hailey’s our family and you’re her family. That makes you family, too.”
Two waitresses came in with our drinks and plates along with two large pitchers of beer, asked if we needed anything else, and left.
“They won’t come back unless we page them,” Bubbles said. “Dig in, and I’ll tell my story.”
“Before you get started, while I’m thinking of it, put Mac and Ranger’s food on my bill, too, please.”
“Yours is on the house,” Brain said. “We’ll comp theirs, too.”
I pulled four twenties from my wallet and put them on the table. “Give some or all of it to the waitresses, then.”
Bubbles took a bite, swallowed, and began. “I did a long stretch in maximum security, but was moved to a minimum security facility near the end. Davy arrived about a week after me, and he came right to me and offered himself to me for protection. That isn’t really necessary in low security, but I wasn’t of a mind to clue him in. I’m not gay, but things are different inside. I was clear this was an arrangement and not a relationship, but I realized he had a crush on me a few weeks in. I did my best to curb that, but I also worked to show him he has value and worth above and beyond his ability to bend over and take a dick up his ass. He’d been well trained, but by the kind of asshole who pushes his slaves down rather than building them up. I tried to build him up.”
“Davy says he told you he went back to his original Master when he was released,” Brain said. “When Davy refused to mule for him again, he was promptly kicked out. He made his way here, hoping to pick things up with Bubbles, which obviously wasn’t going to happen.”
“I paid his first month’s rent in a tiny house,” Bubbles said. “The owner lives right next door, and I knew he’d watch out for him, help us keep Davy safe. I bought him a cheap motorcycle, and then Matty kind of adopted him. They work out together sometimes, go thrifting for vintage clothing,” Bubbles rolled his eyes. “I adore both of them, but sometimes they’re just too much.”
“And Davy isn’t allowed to talk about his relationship with you in prison because you’re locked tight in the closet?” I asked.
“There’s no closet. An asshole is an asshole no matter the gender, same with throats. I’ll fuck the male version if it’s the only thing available, but I only have relationships with girls. Not interested in holding a guy. Usually, when I fuck someone inside I send them on their way when I’m finished, but Davy needed some aftercare because I don’t think he’d ever really had it before. I was trying to teach him he had some value. I understand how he got confused, but I was already with Lexi when he showed up, and I think that helped.”
I decided not to argue the point. I appreciated that Bubbles trusted me enough to explain. “Thanks for your candor. Seriously. I was impressed that Davy had enough integrity to keep someone’s secrets, and yet, I was going to have to insist he share more with me at some point.”
“He can talk freely now, but only around you. Not others.”
“While I have the two of you here,” I said, “and I realize we may need to pull Bash in, but I don’t think it’s time for that yet. Just a heads up on where Davy and I may be headed. Last night went splendidly well, and we’ll be sitting down to draw up a temporary contract tonight. I’m not ready to move him in with me, so it can’t be a permanent arrangement yet and it isn’t time for that anyway, but I feel like Davy needs something in black and white, and to be honest, I feel better with everything in writing as well.”
“Davy has needed a keeper for a while,” Brain said. “I’m happy to hear things are going well.”
“His fantasy is to be completely owned, and yet, he doesn’t want to give up his job, which I understand and respect. He’s conflicted, though, and I have to admit I’d like more time with him during my off times. He’s quite loyal to your organization, and says even if he was going to quit his job, he’d work out a six or eight month notice because you’ve promised jobs pretty far out.”
“We just hired another guy who specializes in the passenger compartment, and that includes upholstery. You’re home six weeks this time?”
“Seven, but we’ll schedule some practice sessions the last week, so we’re polished when we hit the stage again.”
“Give us three weeks with Davy working his ass off,” Bubbles said, “and then I think we can give him a vacation. I’ll talk to Bash and figure out the specifics, but he hasn’t taken any time off since he came to work for us, so we’ll make it work. In the future, if you let us know in advance when you’ll have downtime, we can schedule Davy off a few weeks at a time.”
“It’d be great if I can leave with him after work Friday and have him back to work Tuesday morning, and then a longer vacation later. Also, maybe he can have four or five days in a row off about once a month when we’re on the road. Maybe days off around a weekend to make it happen? I can have him flown to me and then flown back home. I don’t want to go four months without seeing him.”
“Davy mostly chooses his own hours,” Bubbles said. “I’ll talk to Bash about this Monday, and then toss around some ideas for the rest of it. As long as he meets promised deadlines, we don’t care which hours he works within our regular business hours. I’m sure he can work some twelve-hour days before and after taking an extra two or three days off around a weekend and manage to stay on schedule.”
“Agreed.” Brain said. “On another subject, I’ve worked it out with your people but it occurs to me you may not know our plans for your final show of the tour.”
“Hailey said the Chattanooga, Atlanta, Charlotte, and Birmingham chapters bought a huge block of tickets with her discount code, and that our after-party is being planned in a venue big enough to handle all of you as well as everyone else you’ll invite, plus our guests.”
Brain nodded. “We bought enough extra tickets to invite some of our business associates as well, and your people have a list of the ones we’d like to be invited to the after party.”
I shrugged. “If you vouch for them, I don’t see a problem.”
“One more thing. Matty’s best friend has been out of the country and unreachable for around eight months. Work thing, big top-secret project. Completely out of touch, which is driving Matty crazy. The ol’ladies have done their best to fill in, but I think Davy has done the most to keep him on an even keel. My guess is that Matty’s going to want to schedule a time for him to spend time with the two of you together, or perhaps he’ll bring Razor in and make it a double date. Either way, I’d consider it a favor if you welcome Matty in as Davy’s friend. Allow him to come to the house and spend time with Davy, when he’s there.”
I smiled. “And this is one of the things that impresses me with you guys — you take care of your own. Davy and I are so new, so I’m not sure what next week will look like, but as soon as we’re settled enough to begin socializing together, I’ll see what I can do about having Razor and Matty over.”