Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Davy
Since I hadn’t decided for sure whether I wanted to be a private boyfriend or a public one, I couldn’t go to the arena with Master. Instead, I walked into the huge arena with some other people wearing the STAFF t-shirts, and then Mira took me to Master’s dressing room a few minutes later.
Master was sitting on a sofa looking at his phone, and he put it away and stood when I walked in. “We have about ten minutes, and I need to empty my balls again.” He motioned off to the side. “Sit on that stool with your back against the wall.”
He didn’t take terribly long, but he was a little rougher with my lips and throat than he usually is, and it took me a few minutes to catch my breath after swallowing his load.
“Perfect.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “That’s how a well fucked slave should look.” He looked at the clock on the wall. “I’ve gotta go. Wait here until Ghost comes to get you, and then stay with him. He’ll bring you back to my dressing room after it’s over. If you need to pee, do so now, but wash your hands first. There are snacks on the table, feel free to eat some while you wait for Ghost. He’ll likely be along to get you in the next five or ten minutes.”
I washed my hands, peed, washed my hands again, and then ate some beef jerky while I waited for Ghost. Honestly, I really thought my dick was healed enough I didn’t have to wash my hands every time I peed, but I still did, just in case.
We had the best spot to watch, right from the side of the stage, which Ghost called the wings. Master was sexy as fuck on stage, moving and dancing, and his voice . Damn if I didn’t have a hard-on most of the whole concert. At the end, after two encores, Ghost grabbed Hailey as she came off the stage, so he was holding both of our biceps, walking us fast to get us away from the crowds and back to the dressing rooms. Master had gone off the other side of the stage, but he was already in his dressing room when Ghost opened the door for me and then closed it once I was in.
“Clothes off, boy. Grab hold of the back of the sofa, spread your legs, and arch your fucking back.”
He’d put a plug in me after he’d fucked me earlier, and he pulled it out and immediately crammed his dick in me, so we only had the lube on the condom. I grunted and yelped and did my best to open to him, but I was so sore from being fucked for so long earlier in the day. He slapped the side of my hip pretty hard at one point. “Relax, dammit. Accept me, slave. Who owns this asshole?”
“You do, Master! I’m sorry!”
Once he got in, things were better for a few minutes, but then Master was so rough with me — pulling my hair, lifting my hips so my feet didn’t touch the ground while he pounded me, and he reached around and squeezed my balls once, making me have to hold my breath to keep from screaming, which I assumed would be bad in the dressing room.
Someone opened the door once, but closed it pretty fast. “Don’t worry about that. Anyone back here tonight is one of my people.”
His voice was different, and I finally figured it out — Lord Byron was fucking me, instead of Will. He was still on some kind of performance high, and I was, more than usual, just a vessel to get him off.
The knowledge made my dick grow even harder, and within a few moments I was begging for an orgasm.
“Not gonna happen this trip. Not until your dick heals more. Sucks to be the slave sometimes.”
A whimper escaped, but I stopped it pretty fast, and came to terms with the fact he wasn’t going to let me find release.
A few minutes later the door opened again, and Mitch walked in. “You have an interview in ten minutes.”
Master didn’t slow even a tiny bit, fucking me hard and fast while he answered, “Make it fifteen if we’re doing it in someone else’s dressing room. Twenty if it’s in here.”
I looked up, into the dressing room mirror, so I could see the two of them talking like Master wasn’t fucking someone while they had a conversation.
“Twenty minutes,” Mitch said with a nod. “I’ll let you know when ten minutes have passed.”
“Do that.”
Master didn’t slow down fucking me the whole time, but he sped a little more when the door closed behind Mitch.
“Spread your motherfucking legs more, slave.”
I spread them until he slapped my hip again, and then braced as much as possible for the fucking I was getting. Damn , I needed to come so bad I thought my balls might explode, but I knew better than to ask again, so I held onto it with everything I had. I didn’t want to fuck up this trip by forcing Master to have to punish me, but that conversation had made me more object than person, and it’d nearly made me come on the spot.
I was completely raw inside when Master finally shoved deep inside me and filled the condom, which didn’t happen until about thirty seconds after Mitch poked his head in to give the ten-minute warning.
Master dropped the condom on the floor, popped me on the ass again, and headed to the bathroom inside his dressing room. Just before he got to the bathroom, he said, “Put your clothes back on. I don’t know who’ll come get you, but it’ll be someone you know. Never go somewhere with someone you don’t recognize as being part of my staff or Drake security.”
I responded with, “Yes, Master,” but he turned the shower on so I don’t know if he heard me or not.
Ghost came to get me while Master was in the shower, and he handed me a hoodie that covered my face so I could barely see where we were going, and then walked me out to an SUV. “Sloan’s going to take you back to the hotel and put you into Will’s suite. We’ll get Will to you after the interview finishes.”
My phone dinged and I checked it. Put the purple plug in, use your spray, and then lock your dick up. The device is in the top right drawer of the dresser in my bedroom. Kneel in the bedroom and wait for me. Room service might set up our food before I get there, but they’ve been told to stay out of the bedroom.
It took a few minutes to figure out the device. It went around my waist and between my legs, with a big stainless-steel cup-like thing my dick went into. Okay, more of a wide tube than a cup, but it still reminded me more of a stainless sports cup than a denial device. There was plenty of room in there, so it wasn’t going to fuck with the piercing. The back of it was like a cup, too, so the two straps went out and away from my asshole.
It’s so hard to lock a cage onto your dick, knowing it won’t come off until Master unlocks it. I did it, though. He wanted it locked away, and I was here to do as he wished. He has more of a say over what happens to my body than I do, within the boundaries of our contract.
This device wouldn’t keep me from getting hard, it just kept anything from touching my dick.
Nearly five weeks on my own had made it harder to submit. He’d texted me orders on and off once my piercing seemed to be healing nicely. Also, he’d had me fuck my own throat with a dildo while we were video chatting, and I’d had to put clamps on my nipples while he watched, and then keep them on while we had our video call. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had to follow orders while he was gone, so why was this so hard?
The purple plug was the heavy glass one with a stem so fat my ass was going to hurt until Master took it out. I had to struggle a little to get it in, and my eyes watered at the stretch and burn, but I washed my face and then kneeled in the bedroom to wait for him.
My heart raced a little when room service entered and began setting the table. Master came in while they were still working, and he told them it smelled good and breezed past them to come into the bedroom. He put his finger to his lips, to tell me to be quiet, and then he pulled his dick out and held it to my mouth, which I immediately opened so he could stick his dick in.
This wasn’t a hard and fast fucking, but a slow and leisurely one. All the way in so I couldn’t breathe, and then back out just as slowly. In and out and in and out. Slow and steady.
When room service left, he stepped back, fastened his dick back into his pants, and pulled me up. “C’mon, I’m starving.”
“I need to wash my hands before I eat, Master.”
He followed me to the bathroom and leaned against the door to watch me wash them.
“Mitch is a Dom. I told you from the beginning you’d have to service some of my associates, but never my bandmates. He’ll visit with us tomorrow, and he’s going to fuck your face while I take your ass.”
I looked down because I was afraid I’d get in trouble for the look on my face.
Master sighed and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I was rough with you after the concert, but I’m not going to apologize. That’s who I am when I’m riding the high of a performance, and even now, I’m more Lord Byron than Will.”
I stepped away from the sink to dry my hands on a towel, and he touched the metal cage over my dick. “Turn around and bend over. Show me the plug.”
I did so, and he popped me on my right cheek. “An extra fat one since you seem to have forgotten how to take a cock up your ass. “
I followed him to the dining table big enough for at least a dozen people, and we both walked to one end, where room service had set everything up. Master sat in the chair on the end, but I stood by my chair because Master hadn’t told me I could sit.
“I got you the farmhouse burger you like with the fried egg on it, and I got a black-and-bleu burger. Sit your ass down and eat.”
“Yes, Master.”
I sat gingerly because the plug was huge , but Master didn’t seem to notice.
He’d also ordered fries, onion rings, mac-and-cheese, and the kind of beer I liked. As I figured, Master feasted. I wasn’t that hungry because I ate a lot before the concert, but I ate a little of everything, and he didn’t comment on the food I left on my plate.
By the time we finished eating, he was mostly Will again.
“I’m sorry I had a hard time opening for you, Master.”
He shrugged. “I had you fly out in one of the plugs that makes you tighter, and then I marathon-fucked you when you haven’t been fucked in a while, and put a narrow-necked plug back in. Your asshole was hot as hell when I fucked you after the concert, so you were probably swollen. Hindsight and all that. You aren’t in trouble, I’m just taking steps to make sure it doesn’t happen again later tonight. Did you enjoy the concert?”
“So, much, Master. You’re damned sexy on stage. I was hard the whole time.”
He grinned. “Good to know. Want your ass again, and then maybe some sleep.”
* * * *
Will
Davy hadn’t been as quick to obey as I’ve come to expect from him, and that settled my thoughts on whether he needed the rest of his boot camp when the tour was over. I’d been playing around with dropping it, thinking he was good to go, but that hadn’t been the case.
The chastity device had to come off the next morning, but it went back on after we’d cleaned Davy’s dick and the device. Hotels are full of germs, and I wanted him naked, but I didn’t want to risk an infection to the piercing. It did, indeed, look heeled, but I wasn’t taking any chances with it.
Thankfully, he seemed to be back on track the next day. I fucked him, ate some breakfast and talked him into eating some bacon and eggs with me, and then we worked out. The suite had a workout area with a few machines, but mostly I used the chin up bar to work out while I had Davy on a mat focusing on his abs. I’d jostled his dick a lot while I fucked him, but I wasn’t ready for him to jostle it a whole lot working out, yet.
We had side-by-side massages, and then the chastity device went back on my boy and we chilled on the sofa, Davy in my arms, and we talked. It was good to touch base in person. I had no idea what projects he had going at work, and he talked for twenty minutes about the fifty-nine Ferrari Testarossa the shop was doing a complete reno on.
And it occurred to me, it might not sound impressive that he’s an upholsterer, but people trust him to work on cars worth twenty to forty million dollars, and that’s a huge deal.
“Does the shop have extra security, with the Testarossa there?”
“It stays inside, and someone spends the night there, so it isn’t there alone. I don’t think they’ve upped the tech security, though they might’ve. They don’t share that kind of thing with me.”
“Do you happen to know the appraisal value?”
“The owner bought it at auction for thirty-four million and had it delivered to us.”
So my off-the-cuff figure had been in the ballpark.
“Technically,” he said, “I’m not supposed to talk to anyone about the fact we have it, but they told me a while back that I can tell you this stuff.”
I kissed the top of his head, pulled the chain holding his cock cage key over my head, and then moved one of his legs so I’d have access to it. When it was off, I pointed to the floor.
“Kneel and get an erection without touching yourself. You can’t get off, but I want a good look at it while it’s hard.”
He immediately went to his knees on the floor, closed his eyes, and within a few minutes, his cock grew, and grew, until it was mostly hard.
It looked completely healed, but I figured it was probably best not to let him beat off just yet. He was going to have to go without an orgasm until he came back to me, and that was about a month after the longest it should take it to heal.
“Excellent, I’m pleased. However, because you had some trouble submitting when you first arrived, I think a little corner time is called for. Look at me, boy.”
He looked up and I told him. “Not punishment, but a reminder of your status. Mitch is on the way. Stand in the corner and behave until I call you from it.”
* * * *
Davy
I don’t know how long I stared at the corner, maybe ten minutes, before someone knocked on the door and I heard Mitch and Master talking shortly after.
“Your boy in trouble?”
“No, he’s a good boy. He’s just parked in the corner until I need him again. Anything I need to know?”
It felt good, having Master tell Mitch I was a good boy. It’d been a long time since I’ve had to service two men at once, and the slave part of me was looking forward to it. I wanted to be Master’s good boy, his property he could do whatever he wanted with.
“Lots of pics and short video clips on social media from last night, all positive. Your interview went live this morning and is getting good reception. We’re sold out tonight, so it seems to’ve done the job.”
“How are ticket sales for the next couple of weeks?”
“Sold out in most cities, at ninety percent or more in others. We’re good. Could be better if we were sold out everywhere but we’re close enough, and all the expensive seats are sold out, everywhere, for the rest of the tour.”
I motioned towards Davy. “He’s fine without a ring gag, but your choice.”
“You know my preferences.”
“I do. Give me a sec to get him set up.”
I couldn’t see him, but it sounded like he turned towards me to say, “Davy, pull a dining room chair without arms out in the open and bend over it from the side, so we can get to you from the front and back.”
I kept my gaze on the floor while I walked across the floor to the huge dining room table. I hate ring gags, but no way could I beg Master not to make me wear one. I’m the slave. I do as I’m told, and that’s exactly the life I want.
I felt Mitch’s eyes on me, but I situated the chair so I wouldn’t be staring at him once I was in place, and I looked straight ahead once I assumed the position my Master had ordered me into.
* * * *
Will
I went to my sex kit and got a dental gag, since that would work better for Davy than a ring gag, and Mitch basically just doesn’t want the mouth to be able to close around him while he fucks it.
Mitch is extremely well endowed, so it took me a few minutes to get the Jennings gag installed and open all the way. Davy’s jaw was going to be hurting something awful before Mitch finished, but sometimes it sucks to be the slave. Though, honestly, Davy’s enough of a masochist, the pain might very well work for him.
As soon as he was ready, I stepped behind him, lowered my jeans, donned a condom, and looked up to Mitch, who was standing in front of my boy with his dick in his hand, encased in the condom I’d given him.
“I’ll go in first,” I said, “so I can feel it when you bottom out down in his chest somewhere.”
He grinned at me, and I pulled the plug from Davy’s ass and stuck my dick in. My boy was open for me, thanks to the plug, and I went in fast and hard, and then held.
“Your turn.”
Mitch and I have double-teamed more people than I could possibly count. Hundreds and hundreds, over the years, so we hit our rhythm right off the bat, both of us going in at the same time, pulling out at the same time, pounding my boy at both ends.
I knew my boy had been used this way by Carlos a whole lot, and with Bubbles a handful of times, so it wasn’t new to him, but it was the first time I’d shared him with someone, and it was a big deal.
It’s the ultimate statement of ownership, isn’t it? Sharing your slave means he’s actually yours . It isn’t play pretend. It’s real.
And okay, having his dick pierced so I can more easily lock it up once it heals is also a big deal, but this felt like more. Of course, it wasn’t my dick being pierced, so maybe the other was a bigger deal to Davy. I probably wouldn’t ask him, and yet, I was a little curious.
We fucked him a good forty minutes before we both blew — it’s always something of a competition, with Mitch, but I almost always win. Today was no different, so I kept fucking my boy another couple of minutes after Mitch came, dropped the condom on the floor, pulled his pants back up, and sat on the sofa to wait until I was done.
When I finished, I dropped my own condom where I stood, removed the dental gag from my boy’s mouth, and told Davy, “Deal with the condoms and the gag, and then go back to the corner while Mitch and I talk.”
I had some more business to go over with Mitch, so it was another fifteen minutes before he left. When the door closed behind him, I called Davy to me from the corner and walked him to the shower.