Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Davy
The huge house was empty without Master, but just being in his house, in his bed, helped. Also, it’s completely fucked up, but the tenderness and discomfort of the PA helped, too. It was a reminder that Master owns my dick. A reminder Master owns me .
I had to update a spreadsheet in Master’s Dropbox to fully detail my workouts, and I had to email him every night before bed to let him know how my day went. He texted me multiple times a day with stuff like, Too bad I can’t take my belt to the event manager at this facility .
Another day he texted that the stage setup was perfect and he was happier with the sound check than he could ever remember being, and how excited he was for the three concerts on this stage with this setup. It was nice, hearing when he was happy, frustrated, bored, or horny without his slave handy.
I could text him back when he texted me, but he didn’t want me texting him randomly. He wanted everything in an email all at once. Some of that’s because their sleep is all over the place depending on the schedule, and he sets everyone else to do not disturb while he sleeps, but not me. I can get him at anytime if I need him, but I’m not supposed to abuse that.
He usually initiated a video chat shortly after I got home from work, and he always made me point the camera so he could get a good look at my dick. It was healing nicely, and within a week I probably could’ve added a few things back to my workout, but Master said not to until he got to see it in person when I came to visit.
One weekend, Razor had to work nights both Friday and Saturday, and Matty spent almost the whole weekend with me — he went to the clubhouse to be with Razor around one o’clock on Sunday. By the time he left, I was ready for a little time to myself, and that was good. I had company nearly the entire weekend, and Matty is always fun to hang out with.
The next weekend I was invited to a Girls’ Night Out, and I had a blast partying with all the ol’ladies. Razor thought he’d drive me home, but Ranger had driven me there and said he’d drive me home. Mac took Bethany home, and I felt bad about splitting them up, but Ranger told me he was on duty to watch me, and it was fine. I guess when it’s just me by myself, they only have one person on guard, instead of two or more.
I wanted some cardio, and it seemed biking was fine nearly a month in if you’re healing well and you don’t go crazy with it, so I asked Ranger if I could go biking through Chickamauga Battlefield the next weekend. It’s mostly flat, so it isn’t like I’d be standing to pedal or anything. He brought a bike and put it into the back of Master’s truck along with mine, and we had a pleasant day of it. I hadn’t expected him to ride with me as if the two of us were friends, but he said it made the most sense — since he had to stay with me, he may as well ride with me.
The next week was kind of crazy. Once a month, most of the MC is gone for three days. I mean, a third is gone the first night, a third the second night, and a third the last night. Not all of them every night. No one knows what they do, and I’m certainly not going to ask. The bikers have their secrets and they get touchy about questions.
The important point here is that all employees are asked to help out on those nights if we can, so I usually do. I mean, they pay double-time for it if you’re doing a job you don’t normally do, which is nice, but I’d help out even if it was just normal overtime.
The bike shop is closed at night, but the restaurant is open, so that’s where I help. Mostly, I roll silverware, wash dishes, and jump in to help when someone needs me to put the fries in and take them out, or wash the lettuce and help put salads together. Simple stuff, but they always tell me it’s a big help, having me there.
So, I worked at my job eight hours and then helped out in the kitchen another six hours. One night I was in the kitchen a whole ‘nother eight hours. Dawg was at the bar, and he pulled me out to help him. He showed me how to work the stick , which is just how you put beer in a glass, and I did that for about an hour and a half before he sent me back to the kitchen once things slowed down at the bar.
I didn’t get all my exercises in those three days, but I’d told Master about it ahead of time, and he’d told me to do what I could, and I could make up for it over the weekend.
Eventually, it was finally time for me to fly to Master. I told him I could fly commercial, but he said they weren’t dependable enough, and he wasn’t going to lose a day with me because I got bumped to a different flight. So, Mac drove me to the other side of the airport at seven o’clock on a Thursday morning, where I walked through a building and got onto a small plane. Not a luxurious one this time, and Heather explained she often uses this plane to take people skydiving. She invited me to sit up front, beside her, if I wanted to, and I decided I very much wanted to.
“It seems safer up here, now that I know you use this for people to parachute out of. I don’t want to do that.”
She laughed. “I don’t expect there to be a need for it. We have good weather all the way there. One of Will’s security guys will pick you up, and Will asked me to remind you that he’ll never send someone you don’t know to get you without sending you a picture of the person and giving you a code word he or she will say.”
He’d told me a dozen times, but I only said, “Yeah. Thanks for letting me sit up here. Why do they call it a cockpit? Is that from when only guys flew planes?”
She laughed. “Lots of theories, but there are two I think might be the reason. First off, a cockpit was originally the place where they had cock fights. There was a big cockfighting deal in London back in the sixteen hundreds, and eventually, they tore that building down to build a place where the King’s cabinet met. People continued to call it the Cock Pit, the name of the old building, and over time the word came to mean the control center, with a lot of double entendres in there, I’m sure.”
“Seems a stretch,” I told her.
She shrugged. “The word cock can also mean a boat, and the guy who drives the boat was a cockswain, so they called the place he steered the boat a cockpit. I figure that’s probably the reason, and it just transferred from boats to planes. There are other theories, but they feel like even more of a stretch than the London cock fighting thing.”
She showed me how the controls work, and even let me fly for a little while, so the five-hour flight went by pretty fast.
I’ve met Sloan a few times when he’s filled in for Ranger or Mac, so I recognized him when I got off the plane. Once we were in the SUV, he handed me a t-shirt that said Mythic Beast STAFF, and a lanyard with my picture and a barcode to put around my neck. “You’ll come and go with other staff.” He handed me a kit once I had the shirt on, and I saw my freckle and the other stuff for my disguise. I put it all on with time to spare, because we drove another ten minutes after I was ready.
“I’m taking you to the hotel since Will’s still there. Remember to call him Byron and not Will anytime you’re outside the hotel room or his dressing room.”
Our contract says Master can use one of the tracking apps to keep track of me, while I don’t get to see where he is. However, he’d turned it on so I could see where he is while he’s on tour. It made me feel better, knowing where he is. Or at least where his phone is, which is almost always close to him. He leaves it in the dressing room when he’s on stage, but it’s with him the rest of the time.
I opened the app to see how close we were, and then watched our little icons get closer to each other.
“Ghost tells us you’ve been invited to take one of Razor’s Krav Maga classes?”
“Yes. I was going to talk to Will about it while I’m here.”
“I think it’ll be a positive experience.” He glanced at me and back to the road. “Has Will talked to you about how crazy things can be before, during, and after a show?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think he sees it as crazy. It’s his life, and he’s focused on performing, so maybe he has a different experience than everyone else?”
He chuckled. “Quite possibly, but you’ll be standing in the wings with Ghost while they perform. It’s crazy backstage, barely-controlled chaos. Stick with whoever we assign you to and don’t even go to the bathroom without checking in with us. No wandering off on your own. Period. You’ll be with Will, Ghost, or one of us at all times.”
“Understood.”
“Good. Have fun, of course, but pay attention to your surroundings. Fans can come out of nowhere, and we usually catch them before they get to you, but some of them know the facilities better than us, and they have it all planned out.”
Finally, Sloan was walking me from the elevator to Master’s room, and my heart raced in my chest, I was so excited to finally see him again.
I’d lubed my ass in the bathroom of the private air terminal building at the airport, and it was a good thing because as soon as Sloan poked me into Master’s suite, he was right there, kissing me before I could get my clothes off.
And then he helped me undress, took me to a window where there was good light to inspect my cock, which was pretty much all the way healed, I figured, and I’d told him as much for the better part of a week.
And he must’ve taken me at my word, or maybe looking at it convinced him, because he bent me over so I was holding onto the back of a sofa and pounded me for… well, I don’t know exactly, but it was a long time. At least thirty minutes, but I don’t think it was a whole hour. And damn , my asshole was sore when he finished, but I wasn’t surprised when he pressed a plug in.
I’ve been hard a bunch since my dick was pierced. Mostly when I wake up in the morning, but it’s gotten hard a few other times despite me trying to keep it from happening. I don’t think it’s been hard for that long, though, but it seemed fine when Master finally came in my ass. I didn’t ask to come because I didn’t want to draw attention to the fact I’d gone hard. He hadn’t told me not to, but he hadn’t given me permission, either.
He popped my ass kind of hard when he dropped the condom on the carpet. “Full of my come and plugged like a good little slave. Damn, I’ve missed you. Are you hungry? Room service has a little of everything. I’ll just eat a grilled chicken salad before showtime, but they have a really good beef stew, and Animal said their baby back ribs are some of the best.” He paused a few seconds, looking me over. “No, I’m thinking you need their parmesan steak with grilled mushrooms. Deal with the condom, wash your hands, and then fold your clothes and put them in your suitcase while I call our order in.”
He ordered some potato something or other with my steak, a side order of cheesy bread, and a Belgian White beer from a brewery I wasn’t sure I’d heard of before. I knew he’d drink unsweet tea with his salad, but then he’d eat a huge meal after the concert.
“Not a lot of downtime today,” he told me when he got off the phone. “A little here and there, but there’s lots to do before we go on stage tonight. We’ll have a decent portion of tomorrow alone in the hotel. We’re doing two performances Saturday and then moving somewhere else Sunday, so we’ll be together on the bus with the rest of the band.” He kissed my nose. “And then we’ll have Monday morning together before you have to get on a plane and go home.”
I leaned into him, and when he wrapped his arms around me, I wrapped mine around him. “I’m just happy to be here with you, Master. I’ve missed you.”
“You’ve been keeping busy, and I’m happy for that. Ghost said Matty and Razor invited you to one of Razor’s self-defense classes?”
“They did, Master. I was waiting until we could talk about it face-to-face.”
“Do you want to take the class?”
“Yes and no? I’m not a fan of violence, but Matty says that isn’t what this is about. It’s about making violence stop, learning how to do that. I won’t be in Matty’s class at first, but after a while, I could be moved up to it, and I think it would be fun to take a class with him.”
“Why don’t you try it for three months, enough time to get past the part where you have no idea what you’re doing, and then you and I can discuss whether you want to continue.”
I nodded. It was good to have Master help me make these decisions. “Yes, Sir. That sounds good. If I hate it, I can stop, but if I enjoy it, I’ll have something else Matty and I can do together.”
He touched under my chin, so I’d have no choice but to look him in the eyes. “I’m not in the habit of asking what you need, but I’m going to make an exception. Do you want to cuddle? A spanking? My belt? Do you need to cry?”
Tears came to my eyes at the question because I needed Master to remind me of what he can do to me, but then I found I couldn’t form the words. Finally, I said, “Whatever Master needs to do to his slave.”
“Answer fast, without hesitation. Yes or No. If there haven’t been any tears when you fly home, will you be disappointed?”
“Yes, Master.”
He nodded. “Okay. We’ll pull the belt out tomorrow and make that happen, but I think a good paddling is in order while we wait for our food. Bend over the arm of the sofa. Hips back enough so your dick isn’t touching anything. Hands outstretched in front of you.”
Master put a washcloth in my hands. “Hold onto it with both hands and don’t let go. Don’t make me have to punish you because if I have to go a whole twelve hours without fucking you, the punishment is going to be way worse than normal.”
“Yes, Master.”
If I held onto the towel with both hands, I couldn’t reach back to try to protect my ass. Not that I would, but Master wants to make sure I’m safe, and the paddle could break bones in my hand if I reached back just as it was striking.
He spanked me until my ass was hot as fuck, and then had me kneel and kiss the paddle. He didn’t tell me to say anything, but I said, “Thank you, Master, for the reminder of who I am to you.”
He smiled. “I think it did us both some good. Go to the bedroom when room service arrives, and don’t come out until I tell you. They come in and set it up on the table. Fancy shit.”