Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Davy
Master told me during our first dinner together that he’s a big fan of being inside his slaves all the time, and he’d warned me I’d be plugged a whole lot of the time.
This means he went to a nice big family bathroom with me before we left the track, and he had me bend over so he could put a fat plug in me.
He also put his hair in a bun and changed shirts while I put my freckle and hair gel back on.
We had a really nice dinner in an old antebellum mansion, and I guess those are rare in Atlanta because the Yanks burned so many of them, but this one was far enough away from Atlanta, it got missed. Or that’s what the history of the place on the back of the menu said. I hadn’t known antebellum meant it was from before the Civil War. I was learning all kinds of things with my new Master.
When we left the restaurant, Master went to the passenger side to get in, and I forced my feet to walk to the driver’s side. I pushed the button to move everything around the seat to my settings, and then leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“I’m not refusing, Master, but I want to go on record to tell you I don’t want to drive home.”
“I don’t like having to explain myself, but we’re building trust, slave, so I’ll tell you my plan is for you to drive about forty-five minutes on the mountain roads, and I’ll take the wheel again before we get to the interstate.”
I felt awful for not trusting him. “I’m sorry, Master. I should’ve trusted you.”
“We’ll get there. Most likely, we’ll swap out in Resaca, but if we run into more traffic than expected before then, we’ll find a safe place to pull over. I’ll keep an eye on the map and let you know if I see sharp curves coming up.”
“You don’t want to play on the curves, Master?”
“I want you to play on them, Davy. Stop dawdling and let’s go.”
The curves were ever so much more fun now that I knew how to properly handle the car. Master had helped me figure it out Friday on the Charohala Skyway, but the instructor had forced me past my comfort zone, and that had moved my comfort zone. I rounded a corner and had to get hard into the brakes when a car was going super slow, but I stopped way before I hit him, so it was okay. Still, it was terrifying for a few seconds.
“Excellent reflexes,” Master said. “I think you’ll probably be okay on the interstate, but we won’t push things this evening.”
“It’s going to be dark soon, Master.”
“Sunset’s still an hour away, but it gets dark a little earlier in the mountains.”
And then he stopped talking and let me concentrate.
I was both relieved and a little sad when it was time to make the swap. Mostly, I was relieved.
I knew I was tired, but I didn’t mean to fall asleep once Master started driving. I guess I did, though, because he had to wake me up once he was in the garage.
“I’m sorry, Master!”
“You’ve had a big day, and a big weekend before that. The first time you drive that fast takes a lot out of you. I’m used to recovering from adrenaline rushes. No apologies. Also, no hanky-panky in this garage. The rental company required cameras in the garage it’ll be housed in, and the feed goes to them. I’m going in a different door than you. You’ll go through the garage and meet me in my bedroom.”
I hadn’t been naked at all times in the cabin in Gatlinburg, since the living room and kitchen were shared areas with Ranger and Mac, but we were back at Master’s house, now, where I’d be naked when inside at all times.
I didn’t expect to see other people, though. I mean, I was used to his house manager being there during the day sometimes, but Master was sitting in one of the foyer seating areas with a girl, and it took me a moment to recognize her as Silver, part of his band.
“Ah, here he is. Silver, meet Davy. Davy, this is Silver.”
I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I step so Silver didn’t see my rock-hard cock? It was in the process of going soft, but it wasn’t quite there.
Master resolved my dilemma by motioning me to him and pointing to the floor. I kneeled beside his legs, and Silver said, “It’s nice to meet you, Davy, and we’re kind of used to Will’s playthings running around naked.”
“I’ll never share you with my bandmates.” Master ran his hand through my hair and encouraged me to lean against his leg. I came off my knees, sat on my butt, and leaned into the warmth of my Master.
“Even if our next contract allows me to share you with whomever I please, you’ll be off limits to Animal, Hailey, and Silver. I might occasionally order you to blow Charlie or Mitch, my manager and producer, but nothing like that during this contract. However, our current agreement requires you to be naked when inside my home, and that’s not negotiable.”
“Of course, Master.”
“Good boy. Silver is probably going to want some wine today, based on the way she’s dressed, and I’d like some beer. You can get yourself a beer as well. Bring the entire wine bottle for Silver, along with a glass. Open the wine before you bring it. Open our beers, too. I don’t need a glass.”
“Yes, wine would be great,” Silver told Master, and then looked to me. “The top row of the wine fridge should be all concord. It’s what I almost always prefer when I want a nice red. For future reference, the second row holds the white I prefer.”
Master had shown me where the trays are, and I could’ve carried the two beers and a glass of wine easy enough without one, but I didn’t want to risk it since I needed to carry the entire wine bottle as well. I’d done a little of everything on the cruise ship, including being a waiter, and I’ve never been so happy for the experience.
I could hear them talking while I climbed the steps, “… I guess I just needed a night to myself in a safe space, and I can’t thank you enough for creating one for all of us.”
“You know you’re always welcome. I think it was good we’ve all had time away from each other, but I expect the others will begin to show up sooner rather than later, here and there.”
“Oh, I think Ghost and Hailey are going to enjoy more than a week or two of alone time before we see them again.”
Master chuckled. “No doubt. I had Davy get some stills and some video of me in and around the car at Road Atlanta today in both portrait and landscape. Not sure if we’ll be able to work them into the music video, but I sent them all to Mitch and Charlie, just in case.”
“It’s cool that camera phones are finally a high enough resolution we can use them for that kind of thing now. Also, I’m glad I didn’t know that’s what you were doing today. I’d have worried.” She glanced at me and back to Master. “If he didn’t know who you were at first, does he know the rest of us?”
“Answer her, Davy.”
“I read some of the gossip websites, so if they’re right then I guess I know a little about you, but I suspect some of them are bullshit. There’s a video clip of you saying you don’t care what pronouns people use, so I assume that’s right?”
She nodded, and she was definitely giving off girl vibes today. “Right. I mean, I might pause a few seconds if someone calls me a ‘he’ when I’m wearing a mini skirt and heels with girl makeup on, but if that’s the way they see me, then okay. I don’t need other people to define me. I know who I am. When I’m out, I use the bathroom I’m dressed for, and our business manager puts it into my contract that I can use any backstage bathroom I please.”
“Are you seeing someone? The gossip sites seem frustrated that they can’t catch a picture of you with a significant other.”
“Not right now.”
She clearly didn’t want to say more, so I changed the subject. “You played the cello in middle school and high school? When did you start playing the guitar?”
“Yes, we had an orchestra instead of a band. Our director put together an after-school jazz band, or that’s what they called it, but we played more pop stuff than jazz. I mostly taught myself the guitar, but he helped me get better.”
“Hailey’s hobby is learning new instruments,” Master said. “She’s pretty much mastered the violin, and Mitch is negotiating for the rights so we can do a remake of Bohemian Rhapsody.”
Silver looked alarmed, and Master said, “He’s trustworthy.”
“I know he has to be, for you to share that kind of thing with him.” She looked to me. “And that tells me Will intends for you to be around a long fucking time. So, welcome to the family.”
“I told you he’s…”
Master trailed off, and Silver rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you did, but I guess I didn’t take you seriously enough.” She stood. “I’m going to take my wine to the top-level hot tub, if ya’ll aren’t going to use it.”
“Hadn’t planned to,” Master said, “but now that you mention it, a hot tub might be the perfect ending to our little vacation. We’ll use the one on my balcony if we decide to, though. Have at it.”
What had he told Silver about me? Did I dare ask?
“I’m not sure if it’s okay to ask or not, Master, but I’d like to know what you told Silver, please.
“Kneel facing me.”
While I moved into position, he said, “There are some things a slave shouldn’t ask, but I think most of those items are only relevant in a scene. When we’re like this, most things are okay to respectfully ask.”
He paused, looking me over, and I straightened my spine a little more. Master leaned forward and cupped my cheek in the warmth of his palm. “I told her I’m pretty sure you’re the one I’ve been looking for, the first part of my poly group.” Before I had a chance to respond, he added, “Grab two more beers for both of us and bring them to the bedroom.”
His wording made it clear he wanted me to get his brand and my brand, and I got them and then climbed the steps to Master’s turret bedroom — and then stopped in my tracks when I saw a fucking station mounted in his room.
Master’s bedroom is circular and huge. Like, five or six times bigger than my whole house. There’d been a cross with plenty of room to use any kind of whip on the person bound to it, and it was still there, but now the fucking station was right in front of one of the windows, so I’d look out at the wonderful view while being fucked. And, I suppose Master would see the view, too.
Master turned some music on through the television — it’s a ninety-inch monstrosity with speakers all around us, so it’s total surround sound, and the music filled the circular room.
But his bedroom only has windows on about half of the circle. Because the room takes up the entire turret, Master’s bathroom and closet are in the house part of the structure. There’s a large sitting room one floor up, with three-hundred-and-sixty-degree views since it’s above the other rooflines.
“You told me I’m not allowed to go on the balcony, Master.”
“That rule hasn’t changed, because a telephoto lens can get shots too easily from outside the walls. The hot tub is behind some plants and other visual shielding, but they can see us walk from the door to the tub. I spend time outside because I live here and I don’t care if they get pictures of me, but since you don’t want to be seen with me…” He shrugged. “There’s a way to get you to the hot tub, though.”
It turns out, Master just held a giant umbrella up to shield me for the ten steps it took to get to the hot tub. He already had the lid off, and once I was in the water, I could see that there’d be no way for someone to get pics from outside the property.
“Security installed some stuff to make it hard to fly a drone over the property,” Master told me. “Kind of an aerial obstacle course. Technically, there’s this ban against flying them here, so the software keeps people off the property, but it isn’t terribly hard to hack them so you can fly them wherever you want. There are also special drone sensors, so we know if there’s a drone close by, and these air jet things that’ll usually crash the smaller ones if the operator isn’t really good. It’s illegal to shoot a drone down, but it’s apparently legal to create air turbulence so long as you say it’s for insect control and not to shoot drones down.”
“It’s kind of a pain, isn’t it, Sir? Having to do so much to protect your privacy?”
“Comes with the job, and I love my job. My life is a dream come true, and you have to take the good with the bad. What was your favorite part of the weekend?”
That was easy. “Spending so much time with you, Master. Just being with you, learning more about you, having fun with you. I mean, I love our time in the playroom, but it feels more like a relationship, now, and I’m figuring out I never really had that before. I was a slave and not a boyfriend, but it feels like I’m going to be a little bit boyfriend and a whole lot slave.”
“Is that going to work for you?”
“Yes, Master, in all the best ways. It’s another of those dream-come-true things, but I didn’t even know it was what I dreamed.”
“Bubbles saw you as a person and not just a slave.”
“But it wasn’t romantic. It was an arrangement, not a relationship. I mean, I think we were kind of friends after a while, but it wasn’t anything like our weekend together, Master.” I sighed. “And it feels good to be able to call you Master so much again.”
“You did good in public. Amazingly good. It’s hard to show the right kind of respect without drawing attention to it, but you pulled it off perfectly.”
I could feel myself glowing at the praise. “Thank you, Master.”
“Okay, favorite activity over the weekend.”
“Oh, the dinner show was great. The first time we did the ropes course I didn’t really enjoy it that much. It was hard and really scary, but the second time was a lot more fun. The coaster thing was the same way, and I had a blast the last time we went down it. The Melting Pot was a lot of fun, cooking our food and feeding it to each other. And I don’t know exactly how I feel about Road Atlanta, it was more educational than fun, and it was a lot of work, but it was also fun, and it’s something very few people ever get to do.”
“I asked my business guy to find out what it would take to rent the track at the Atlanta Motor Speedway for an afternoon, but he’s just supposed to check into it. I don’t really think I want to do it, but it might be cool to get some footage for the music video.”
“Where are you filming the music video, Sir?”
“Several places. Two are wedding venues. One’s on the banks of the Tennessee River, the other is a farm down in Ringgold, with a huge barn, and a pond in a meadow. We also have permission to set up cameras around the W Road so we can get some shots of it going up and then back down. The police will close the curves off for about ten minutes, so we’re the only car on the road. It’s timed at ten in the morning on a weekday, when I guess there’s the least amount of traffic during daylight. We’ll do it at three in the morning, too, so we have day and night shots. There’ll be time for us to get out and do some parts of the song around it in the road when we do it in the middle of the night.”
He blew out his breath. “Unless it’s heavily overcast, Hailey won’t be able to be part of the daytime video, so I imagine we’ll mostly use the night shots. Same with the other locations. We have them both reserved in the evening so we can get some shots in the daylight, at twilights, and then in the dark with lots of lighting.”
Right, because Hailey has a sunlight allergy. I hadn’t known that was a real thing. In the dark ages she’d have probably been staked or beheaded by the villagers who’d have thought she was a vampire. Her bedroom here was in the basement, and she rarely came aboveground during the day.
“What was your favorite part of our trip, Master?”
He motioned me to come closer, so I moved to him and settled kind of in his lap with his arms around me. I love Master’s touch, Master’s embrace, and I melted into him. The water came up to my chin at first, and he resituated so it came up to my collarbone.
“I think my first answer is the same as yours,” he said. “An overall enjoyment of spending time with you outside of scenes. I think the hike up the Chimneys and Road Atlanta are probably tied for second.” He took a swig of his beer. “Oh, and the sunrise up on the platform with you beside me. So, a three-way tie.”
“Is there something I should do to prepare myself for maintenance, Master?”
“Other than not eating after lunch, I don’t think so.”
I had so many questions, but I wasn’t sure what I could ask. Master had changed the subject when I’d asked about maintenance and boot camp, so I thought I’d ask my questions another way.
“I get the feeling you don’t want to talk to me about maintenance or the boot camp you say will happen after we sign a more permanent contract.”
“Smart boy. You know maintenance will be rough, but not as bad as punishment. Boot camp seems pretty self-explanatory, and to be honest, I want you to sign a contract without knowing for sure what it’ll involve. If you don’t trust me enough to do that, we have no business hoping this is going to be long-term.”
I was cradled in his arms, and he kissed the top of my head and kind of pushed me away. “I’d like a foot massage now, slave.”
I moved to sit at the base of the molded lounge chair he was using, down below his feet. He lifted his foot and I rested his heel on my leg, and then rubbed and massaged his feet as best I could. While I gave him a foot massage, he asked me more questions. “Have you ever had anyone use stinging nettles on you?”
“No, Master.”
“I enjoy chemical play — hot peppers, cinnamon, that kind of thing. I haven’t done so yet with you because I don’t want to do anything to create an unwanted allergic reaction. Stinging nettles are all about the reaction to them, but without knowing how your body will react…” He sighed. “Not the end of the world if we can’t. I’m going to assume abrasion play is okay.”
“Abrasion play, Master?” I had no idea what that meant.
“Just what it sounds like. The kindest form is something like a bristled hairbrush over your nipples, dick, or balls. The more extreme form involves nail files and sandpaper.” He was silent a second and added, “There are videos of people using round hairbrushes to fuck vaginas and assholes.”
I didn’t say anything because asking him not to do something isn’t allowed unless I want to add it to my list of hard limits. I didn’t want to go to that extreme, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so I focused on his foot.
After about a moment of silence, I finally said, “I don’t think I’d like that very much, Master, but as long as the materials don’t cause an allergic reaction, it falls within the scope of our contract.”
“Meaning you’re admitting it’s open season. Has anyone ever used hot peppers or cinnamon on you?”
“Yes, Sir. Fluoride-free cinnamon toothpaste. The mint stuff, too. It hurt, but not because I had a reaction, Master.”
“Good to know. Friday evening, I’ll probably do a test of some substances on your arm or leg. I’ll get the ingredients tomorrow or the next day. You’re good with olive oil, coconut oil, and shea butter, so I’ll use one of those as a base. I’ll also set up a time with my massage therapist, so she can teach you how to give me foot massages and hand massages, to start. We’ll work up from there, but if you come to me on the road I’m going to want foot massages, and I’ll likely order you to give Silver a hand massage. Possibly Hailey, but Ghost usually handles that.”
“Do you know Silver’s legal name, Master?”
“I do, but I don’t share it with anyone. Silver will tell you what Silver wants you to know.”
He clearly didn’t want to talk about Silver, so I went back to the previous subject. “I’m sorry I don’t know how to give a proper foot massage, Master.”
“No apologies. It feels good just having you touching them. I’ll use the umbrella to get us inside, and then you can dry me, then yourself. Situate yourself on the fucking station once you’re dry.”
I love drying Master, starting at his shoulders and working down. He usually puts his hair in a towel so it doesn’t drip everywhere, but tonight he’d put it in a bun so it didn’t get wet.
Master went to the bathroom while I dried myself, and I was only on the fucking station maybe thirty or forty seconds before he came out, donned a condom, removed my plug, jammed his cock in with no warmup and what I’m pretty sure was only the lube on the condom, and then fucked me hard and fast. He was finished before I was ready to beg for an orgasm, which meant I went to bed plugged and hard as a rock.
Master had me go pee before he locked my ankle to the bed, and then he went right to sleep, but I was awake a while before I drifted off, probably because I napped in the car.
Or because of the hard-on I couldn’t seem to convince to go the fuck away. I’m allowed to pee in the shower when I have a hard-on, as long as I wash wherever the pee touched right away. It’s nice of him to allow it, but tonight it might’ve been better for me to be iced before he sent me to pee. I can go soft on command, usually, but Master hadn’t commanded it and my dick wasn’t listening to me.
Also, being locked up didn’t help matters. The very act of locking me to the bed is a statement of ownership. It’s comforting. Another mark of being a slave. His hand on my back in his sleep said I was also loved. A beloved slave.