Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Davy
I had the best week ever with my new Master. We cooked together, we ate together, and he kept me in a nearly constant state of arousal. He’d have me insert the heavy butt plug with a skinny neck when I got home from work, and then usually fuck my face while I was full of the plug. Hours later, he’d pull the plug out and fuck my ass, and I’d be as tight as ever after squeezing around it so I didn’t lose it.
I went two days without another orgasm after the fisting scene because he fucked me without anything touching my dick even a tiny bit, and I’d get so close, but couldn’t quite get there. Finally, I managed, but only because I was so damned horny I couldn’t see straight. I was terrified he wouldn’t allow it when I begged permission, but he relented and allowed it, and then came shortly after I finished. I’m pretty sure my orgasms send him over the top, but I wouldn’t dare mention it to him.
And his house! It’s like this big, huge castle on the outside, and not far from it on the inside. His bedroom is in the biggest turret, and it’s ginormous, with a massive bigger-than-king-sized bed with a fancy metal canopy over it, and lots of tie-off points he assures me will hold me without fucking up his gorgeous bed. The house has seven bedrooms, a library, a workout room, a man cave, a living room, and this music room downstairs with tons of curtains even though there aren’t any windows. Oh, and an inground swimming pool! I’m sure eventually I’ll be able to find all the rooms without getting lost, but for now, I’m good to get from Master’s bedroom to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the playroom and garage.
It was Friday morning and my asshole was deliciously tender, but not as sore as my abs, because my new Master had all kinds of sadistic exercises designed to probably give me ripped abs sooner rather than later. I’d worked fourteen hours the day before, and Master had fed me and cuddled me last night before rubbing my back until I fell asleep. This morning, he’d paddled my ass, fucked it, and then told me to shower and head to the garage to get dressed. He’d ridden with me to work, though his security people had driven us.
I finished the last job, and that meant I didn’t have to be back to work until Tuesday. This job had been promised for Monday, so I was ahead of schedule and this particular customer was pleased to get his car back earlier than promised. I texted Master I was finished, and then went to the locker room to shower and get ready — and I went to a toilet stall first to put the butt plug in. He’d sent me with a little condiment container of olive oil for lube, and it was one of the stainless plugs with a huge bulb and a tiny neck. He’d never before ordered me to do anything like this at work, but I figured it was okay since my workday was over.
His security people had helped with the disguise two nights before, so I knew what to do. I slicked my hair back with gel, so it looked darker and was away from my face, rather than light brown and kind of fluffy. I’d practiced with the paint crap that went on my eyebrows to make them look darker and bushier, so it looked decent when I did it today, and then the brown eyeliner went on and smudged around my eyes a little.
Next came a large beauty-mark type freckle that I put over the top of a tiny scar I couldn’t remember getting. The security guys said this only worked if I could be certain to put it in the exact same spot every time. Otherwise, multiple pictures of me would show it in a different place, and then they’d start looking for someone who looked like me without the great big freckle.
Apparently, they’re called beauty marks on a woman’s face, but on a man’s face, it’s just a mole or a birthmark. This was mole-sized, but flat, and more brown than black. It showed up, but it wasn’t gross. The security people said people would focus on my glasses and the freckle, and wouldn’t notice much else about me.
I put the glasses on last. They looked like expensive prescription glasses, but it was just the frames with plain blue-blocking lenses.
I hoped to fool the bikers when I came out, expecting to have to tell them who I was, but Bash saw me and knew who I was right away.
“Davy! Excellent disguise! Have fun this weekend. You deserve some time off.”
“You recognized me, so it isn’t that good.”
“I saw you go into the locker room and figured it was about time for you to come out. I know your walk and your body type. It’ll fool people who don’t know you well. I’ll walk you out. We’re down to zero productivity because the entire shop is outside looking at the McLaren. Sweet ride.”
“Yeah, and he got a copy of my driver’s license so he could get me put on the insurance! He thinks I’m going to drive it on part of the Cherohala Skyway!” I was terrified at the prospect.
Bash chuckled. “Lucky you, and that’s the perfect place to drive it. There shouldn’t be much traffic, and very few intersections to worry about. Biggest concern will be wildlife on the road, probably. You’ll be fine.”
I would die if I wrecked a two-million-dollar car, but Master didn’t seem to think the cost of the car should matter. When I told him my worries, he’d just said, “Life is short, Davy. Enjoy it while you can.”
I walked out and saw about a dozen people in a circle around the car, but I didn’t see my Master. I looked around the circle again, and then again. Maybe he’d gone inside to look for me? And then someone broke from the circle to walk towards me, and I recognized Master’s smooth-as-silk walk. He was dressed in dark brown pants, a light blue button-down shirt, and a brown-and-blue vest that didn’t really match the shirt or the pants but still looked really good with them. It shouldn’t have worked, but it did. He also had a little cap on, with messy dark brown hair spilling out of it. Not long but not really short. Definitely not his hair, though.
It didn’t look anything at all like him, but the body and walk told me who it was — and then he smiled and my heart skipped a few beats. The world went all swimmy, and all I could do was smile back. Bash was still standing beside me, and he leaned in and said, “Does my heart good to see you happy. Have a good weekend, Davy.”
He stepped forward, shook Master’s hand without saying anything, and left the two of us with some privacy. I mean, we were standing in the parking lot, but it was just the two of us together since everyone else was drooling over the car.
“I didn’t recognize you until you started walking.”
He nodded. “I’ve been trained in how to alter my gait when necessary, but no one followed me this morning, and no one’s going to be looking for me here. The car was rented under a corporation. The insurance people had to have my driver’s license, but my business manager is pretty good at finding places who keep information away from prying eyes.”
“You look like a cool nerd.” I looked down at my own khaki pants, navy button-up shirt, and loafers with fucking tassels on them. Tassels . “I think I just look like a fucked-up nerd.”
He kissed my forehead. “You’re adorable. C’mon, let’s go retrieve our car and get on the road. Are you hungry? We have reservations for a back room at a place in Etowah. It’s a little over an hour away. If you need a snack now, we can get security to grab us something before we get on the road.”
He’d explained the night before that he often regretted the fact he couldn’t be spontaneous on this kind of trip, because his security people had worked with his travel person to make sure he was in and out of places with the least risk of being recognized, and for this trip, in the McLaren, it would be even more important.
“I’m fine, Master. I’m excited about our trip, and I’m sure wherever we eat will be fine.”
We neared the circle of bikers and others who were looking at the car, and Master said, “For a bunch of guys who only drive American-made bikes, ya’ll are sure interested in the British-made car.”
“It’s a work of art,” Bash said. “An engineering marvel. Drive safe with our boy. We need him back in one piece, but have fun with the car.”
“Just not too much fun,” Bubbles said. “The Dragon’s Tail’s a blast to drive, but there are idiots everywhere.”
It took us another ten minutes to get away, and then it was just Master and me in the cockpit.
“That kind of felt like getting lectured by your parents and your big brothers,” Master laughed. “I’m glad you have people who care for you enough to look out for you like that.”
My face flamed red. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“No need to apologize. The fact the bikers think so highly of you speaks to your integrity. Any problems getting the disguise to work? It looks like you got everything exactly right.”
“The eyeliner is hard, drawing so close to my eyes, but it went on right the first time. The biggest bitch of the whole outfit is how comfortable these shoes are, Master. I want to hate them, but they fit perfectly. It’s like walking on a cloud, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Only the best for my boy. How’s the plug?”
“Large and heavy, Sir.”
Another chuckle. “Filled with your Master. We’ll swap it for something with a fat stem while we eat, and then go back to the skinny stem for the rest of our drive. I have a special treat for us Monday. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull it off, but I got confirmation this morning.”
“I’ve enjoyed this week with you, Master. It’ll be weird to go home when we get back.”
“And I’ll miss my slave, but you’ll be spending at least two nights per week at home during the temporary contract once we get past this first week.”
I sighed. “I know, Sir. You promised to tell me all about how things are when you’re on tour. I listened to a bunch of your songs at work yesterday and today, and I’ve looked through the gossip sites this week while I ate lunch. I already know Hailey a little, and I guess her Suli persona is kind of like a different person?”
He shrugged. “We all work to portray our public personas a certain way while keeping our private lives to ourselves. The biggest thing the band has to deal with on a day-to-day basis on tour is Hailey’s sunlight allergy. The bus has blinds that block out the sun during the day, but we can open them at night. Usually, on concert nights, it’s two or three in the morning before we hit the bunks, sometimes four or five in the morning, so that’s kind of become our normal sleep schedule all the time. We wake around noon, give or take a couple of hours.”
Master works out more than anyone I’ve ever known, sometimes four or five hours a day, and I asked him, “Can you work out on the bus?”
“Yes. We have some free weights and a stairstep machine. Used to have a treadmill, but I get a better workout with the new machine. There’s also space for crunches and push-ups, and a bar I can hang from for gravity crunches and pull-ups.”
I winced at that because Master sometimes makes me hang from a bar by my knees and then do crunches while upside down. He calls them gravity crunches and I hate them, but Master canes my thighs and my ass when I slow down too much or go too fast. It’s like having my own sadistic personal trainer, and I appreciate that he cares enough to make sure I’m doing everything right, but damn, he’s a taskmaster.
And I really don’t like the cane.
But he points out that I stay hard when he’s overseeing my workouts, and it’s impossible to argue with the truth.
“No workouts for you today, but we have some fun activities tomorrow that’ll double as a workout. Also, I thought we’d go for a trail run in the park, and hike to the top of the Chimneys.”
“The Chimneys? Can I look that up, Master?” I’m not allowed to use my phone without permission when we’re together — so far, the only rule Master has added since we created the contract.
“Nope. It’s two miles to the top, so a four-mile round trip, but there’s like a quarter-mile elevation change, so the last part of it is insanely steep, but the views at the top are totally worth it. We’ll be in different footwear tomorrow — no tasseled loafers on a hike.”
“Well, at least that’s something to look forward to.”
“Also, we’ll have to be ourselves for our fun-thing Monday, but the people we’ll be dealing with have already signed an NDA, and the facility will have to pay a substantial fine if word about us being there gets out. They won’t get our driver’s licenses until about two hours before we arrive, and some of my people will be present with them from the time they find out until we leave.”
My curiosity was at an all-time high, but there was no sense in annoying Master with questions. He’d tell me what we were doing when he was ready and not a second before. Also, he has experience living his life as Will without being seen as Lord Byron, so I told him, “I trust you to keep us safe, Master.”
“And I value that trust more than you can possibly know.”
We ate at this wonderful barbeque place, and then drove to a cool waterfall we could see from a bridge. Master said it was called Bald River Falls, and I’d have liked to get out and spend some time there, but we were on a schedule, so we were only there maybe five minutes before we headed to the Cherohala Skyway entrance, which it turned out was pretty close to the falls.
And the views from the top of the Skyway were magnificent. I got some great pics of the falls, but nothing compared to the pictures I got from some of the Skyway pull-offs. I did a three-sixty video at one stop, and it was just views and scenery no matter which way you looked.
But then Master sat in the passenger seat, and I shook my head at him before I realized what I was doing.
He lifted his brows a second and then frowned. “Fuck, Davy. Now I’m going to have to punish you tonight. You know better than to refuse an order, and me sitting over here was damned well an order for you to drive.”
I looked at my feet, and he said, “Punishment just doubled. Am I wrong about you understanding your orders?”
My heart was in my feet, but I somehow managed to walk to the driver’s side and get into the seat. Master had shown me where the controls were for the doors, and he’d sat me in the car while it was in his other garage, the one at the back of the property, and helped get the steering wheel and pedals in the right place. The seat doesn’t move or adjust, but everything around the seat does. I closed the doors and then pushed the memory button for my settings, and everything moved towards me.
“Drive us to the next pull-off. It’s only a few miles, so if you need to make adjustments, you can do so there. Mirrors look right? You can see where you should out of all of them?”
“Yes, Master. I apologize for my actions.”
“I appreciate that, but I can’t have you refusing to follow orders, slave.”
“You haven’t had to punish me yet, Master. I’m sorry if I’ve messed up some of our trip.”
“We’ll handle it as soon as we get checked in. Start driving, Davy. I’m not mad, just disappointed. No one’s perfect. I’ll never expect perfection, but that doesn’t mean I can let it go when you refuse an order.”
I didn’t expect to enjoy driving the car, but I did, despite my anxiety. Master had explained how you let off the gas a little before going into a curve, and then get into the gas partway through it, and he talked me through doing so when we came to curves.
I made some small adjustments at the next pull-off, and everything was perfect when I started again. Once, on a long straightaway, Master told me to floor it. No way was I going to refuse an order again, so I double-checked to make sure the road was clear far in front of me, and I pushed the pedal all the way down.
And then removed my foot as fast as I could because I was plastered to the seat. A quick glance at the speedometer told me we were going one hundred and ten, which meant we’d been going faster than that while I had my foot still on the gas — and I couldn’t have had it floored for more than two or three seconds. Probably three, because it was hard to pull my leg back towards me with all the g-forces.
“Master! I don’t want to do that again.”
“And you don’t have to, at least not today, but it was important you understand the kind of power at your beck and call. On the next straightaway, I’d like you to speed up to around eighty if it’s safe to do so. Play around with how hard you can push the pedal and still be comfortable. You’ve been driving it like an old man, taking off slowly, and this car is meant to be played with. Safely, of course, but you can go a little wild and still be safe.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I drove a long time, probably forty or so minutes, and Master thankfully went back to the driver’s side when we got out at an overlook. I breathed in relief because the onboard map had shown we weren’t far from the end of the Skyway.
Once Master was back in the driver’s seat, he told the onboard system to call the chase car, and I wondered if his security chase car always had the same number, or if someone reprogrammed it every time he went somewhere.
When they answered, he said, “I’m going to do the Tail of the Dragon before we check in at the resort.”
“You two have fun, and remember we’re in an SUV trying to keep up while you’re on the Dragon’s Tail.”
Master chuckled. “I’m going to need thirty to forty minutes in the cabin before we eat. Also, help me remember to remind them of our six o’clock breakfast request when we check in. I want to be back on the Dragon’s Tail by six thirty in the morning.”
“Got it. Looks like it’s going to get down in the thirties tonight here, but we’d planned your clothing for that tomorrow. We have some jackets you can wear if you need them when we get out.”
I hadn’t even thought to check the weather. It’d been in the sixties or maybe even the seventies when we left Chattanooga. I’d noticed it was a little chillier on the Skyway, but nowhere near cold. I guess March in the mountains could probably be all over the place. I’d never owned a heavy coat in Florida, but I’d had to buy one my first winter in Chattanooga.
Master handled a couple more details before pushing the button on the steering wheel to hang up, and before long, he pointed to the left and said, “That’s where we’re staying tonight. It’s a really old Lodge with great food. They have some new-ish cabins down on the river, and we have one of them for the night. It’s a two-unit cabin with a door between the two, so we’ll have one unit and our security will have the other.
“On tour, I usually have Panda and Mira on me. A lot of people think Mira is a groupie I frequently fuck, and we let those rumors run rampant. In reality, Mira is a little scary and I’m not even a tiny bit interested in fucking her.” He shrugged. “I guess this is time off for them, too. The idea is that Mac and Ranger are with Will while Panda and Mira are with Lord Byron. It’s nice that Ghost travels with us, so we don’t need to have a Drake person inside the bus with us, but sometimes he flies home for a week or two, and then Mira is usually in the bus with us.”
“I’ve actually met Mac and Ranger before, Sir. Their girlfriend is Gen’s best friend, so I see them sometimes in the restaurant. I usually eat by myself, but if Matty’s there, he makes me eat in the VIP section with everyone.”
“You and Matty are close?”
“Yes. His best friend has been gone for months , and he’s kind of in a funk without her, so I’ve been spending more time with him. She works for Drake Security, too, but she’s like a lab scientist person. She didn’t used to go out of town for jobs like this, and she’s been gone for months and months. Will you tell me more about how things are on tour please, Master?”
“Honestly, it’s a lot of boring stuff between the concerts. A whole lot of time on the bus together. We play video games, work out, eat, whatever. We often play several nights at the same venue, and sometimes we try out new stuff on stage when the place is empty, since everything’s set up. Sometimes we write songs while we hang out, and then Hailey and Silver kind of just come up with music for the lyrics. Animal kicks in on his part, and the next thing you know, we’re well on the way to a new song. Mostly, we do that at home, but sometimes stuff just happens on the bus, or playing around on stage without an audience.”
“Do you always sleep on the bus? Where do you shower?”
“There’s a shower on the bus, but the reservoir is only big enough for the toilet, so unless we’re parked where there’s a water hookup…” He stopped talking while he maneuvered around a particularly tight curve. “A lot of venues have shower facilities for us, especially the ones built for hosting sporting events. We travel with a couple of buses, a box truck, and some seven-person SUVs. Also, the security vehicles, which are often smaller SUVs, built for performance in case there’s a car chase. Some cities, we stay at a nearby hotel, but we also sleep in the bus right outside the venue a whole lot.”
“And sometimes you do fun stuff, like amusement parks?”
“Absolutely. Hailey wanted to see this huge Car Henge thing somewhere out west, and it was so bizarre when we got there, we ended up making arrangements to return later and do a music video there. Silver wanted to see the La Brea Tar pits, and I wanted to see the giant redwoods. We’re still negotiating to do a music video there, but they want us to pay someone a hundred grand just to make sure we don’t damage the environment, and that feels like extortion, you know? I’ll probably end up paying it, but it’s just for an eight-hour shoot, which means the dude will make over twelve thousand dollars an hour.” He shook his head. “I’m guessing that money gets split between several people, and it’s bullshit. We aren’t going to hurt anything! And what happens if they decide we have to stay on the road and can’t get on the dirt!? They won’t tell us those parameters until we’re there and we’ve already paid for everything.”
He navigated a hairpin turn and said, “We’re here. First official curve of The Dragon. Talking comes later. Help be my eyes and ears. If you see a deer or other animal, point to it and tell me, so I can slow down in case it runs in the road. I’m going to be watching for oncoming cars and making sure I know how the road is beyond the next curve.”
The map was showing on the huge screen, so he had an idea of what was coming up. I’d used it a few times on the Cherohala, but it wasn’t anywhere near as winding as the Dragon’s Tail. I secretly wished I felt confident enough to ask to drive the car on this road, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to have the kind of fun on it that Master did. He went fast in places, but I was never scared. Thrilled, yes, but not scared. He was never out of control.
And that summed my new Master up, didn’t it? I’d never seen him out of control. I trusted him to control me because he controls his life so well. He knows who he is, what he wants, and how to make it all happen.
He drove in silence, but it was a comfortable silence while Master steered us around curve after curve, and I helped watch for forest animals.
But then my stomach fell into my feet when he pulled into the parking area of the resort he’d pointed out earlier.
I was due a reckoning, and it was time.