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“And if you don’t think I’m comfortable with it?”

“Smart boy. I’m good either way. Most fans prefer me single so they can fantasize about me falling in love with them. Some fans enjoy watching me in a relationship, so they can fantasize about what it must be like to be someone I adore. Honestly, however we decide is best will be fine. I travel with a lot of people, and mixing you up with them will keep you out of the spotlight if you want to travel with me some. Or, if you want to be front and center holding my hand, that’s fine, too. Those are decisions for later, if we get there.”

I nodded and kept palming my cock. The thing is, my dick is probably normal-sized or slightly larger, but I’m a little guy, so it looks bigger on me.

“How sensitive are your balls?”

The question seemed to come out of nowhere, but I answered as best I could. “I don’t mind a little abuse to my cock, but I can’tstandhaving my balls messed with, which is probably why my second Master chose to punish them so often when I didn’t obey fast enough, Sir.” Or when I did something gullible.

“I quite enjoy dishing out cock and ball torture, so I’m happy with that answer since it’ll make torturing them even more fun. I’m more about weights and pressure than beating them, so perhaps we’ll save that for maintenance and punishments. We’ll have to see how things go. What time do you need to be at work in the morning, and how long will it take you to get ready? Also, will you need to go home, or can I take you straight to work?”

“I have some clothes at work, so I can go straight there. I’ll need to be there around seven-thirty so I can have something ready for someone to pick up tomorrow evening. As long as I have things ready when promised, Bash doesn’t really care when I arrive and leave.”

“I have eggs, bacon, sausage, and frozen biscuits. Lots of frozen stuff — pancakes, waffles, low-carb breakfast bowls, bacon, sausage. Sometimes I need carbs, sometimes I have to go without, so I have lots of both kinds of food in the freezer. For the fresh stuff like eggs and fruit, people have to shop for me before I arrive home.”

“I don’t eat breakfast. I get a big discount on food at the MC’s restaurant, so I usually eat lunch and dinner there. I don’t have much food at home. Mostly snack stuff. I can be up and out in ten minutes, Sir. Enough time for a quick shower, and then to put my clothes back on in the garage.”

And how hot was that? Having to dress and undress in the garage because I wasn’t allowed clothes inside?Damn, it was hard keeping my hand to a slow handjob.

He handed me his phone. “Set my alarm for whenever you need to get up. Ten minutes to get ready, and about a ten-minute drive, maybe fifteen with morning traffic? I’m never up that time of day, so I have no idea. Add another fifteen minutes for sex, and you’ll have a job to do in the morning that will take around fifteen minutes. So, set it for an hour before you want to be at work, and then set another alarm for forty-five minutes before you need to be at work, so I’ll know when to stop fucking you.”

I started setting it and he said, “Pay attention to how I’m driving. This is the road that leads to the East Ridge tunnels, but we’ll take a left before we get to them and head up the ridge. I know you can get your phone to show you how, but the roads are at odd angles and they can sneak up on you.”

I had no idea how I was supposed to set an alarmandpay attention, so I watched for the turn and then set the alarm, and looked up when he slowed for the next turn before finishing the second alarm.

I handed his phone back to him, and then noted the name of the road he turned left onto off of South Crest, but I never got to see the house. Trees hid it from view, and then we were in a two-car garage, and he turned the car off as the door came down behind us. Security pulled in beside us, got out, and left the garage before closing their door.

“Stay put so I can get you out.”

It seemed silly, waiting for him to come around and open my door, but I did. I took my seatbelt off while he rounded the front, though.

He opened my door and motioned me out. “I’ll stay out here with you today, but in the future, I’ll go inside and you can come in once you’re naked. You’ll never wear your clothes into the house. If we have guests and I don’t want you naked, I’ll provide either a robe or some shorts for you to wear. Otherwise, you’ll be nude at all times.” He shrugged. “I have backup generators, but if the power’s out and we can’t keep it warm enough, you’ll be allowed a robe and something for your feet. I’m not a monster, but unless there’s a damned good reason you need to be covered, you won’t be.”

I stepped to the shelf he pointed towards, pulled my shirt off, folded it, and set it on the empty space. He wasn’t asking for a striptease, thankfully, because I suck at that. I leaned over to unlace my boots, toed them off, then came my socks, and finally my pants and underwear all at once. I poked my socks into the boots and slid them under the shelf before I folded my pants and put them on my shirt.

Will pointed his finger up and moved it in a little circle, which I took as an order to turn around, so I did, and then I faced him and looked at his belt with my hands by my side.

Chapter 4

Davy

“Hands go behind you when I’m inspecting you, and legs a little wider than shoulder width, so your balls hang free and I can see them from the front and back, but not so wide it looks odd. You have a pretty dick, but understand that I’m never going to be interested in it, other than to torture it. Under most circumstances, your dick will have absolutely nothing touching it while I fuck your ass. If you get off, it’ll be because you’re turned on by being fucked.”

He walked around me to the door, opened it, and said, “The playroom is on this level. We’ll worry about a tour of the house later. Follow two steps behind me. Close the door behind us.”

It turns out, the playroom is close to the garage, and I had the feeling we were underground, since there were no windows. We’d driven straight into the garage, though, so maybe not?

“This was storage when I moved in,” he said while he punched in a code to unlock a door. “None of my bandmates have seen this room. My house manager knows about it so she can see to it being sterilized between uses.”

He opened the door and went in, and I followed and then closed this door behind us as well. I heard it lock, which meant I was now behind four locked doors, since I’d heard the door leading in from the garage lock as well, and I assumed the door leading into the garage from outside was locked, plus a gate had opened to let us in when he drove up. What I didn’t know was whether this door locked from the inside as well as the outside. Could I get out if I wanted? I resisted the urge to test the knob to see, but the keypad beside the door told me I was most likely locked in.

And, again, there were no windows.

But this man was a friend of the MC, and they knew I was with him. He was safe. Bash had made a point of telling me, and he wouldn’t have done so if he wasn’t.

Will stepped behind me and put both hands on my shoulders. The warmth helped me settle, and I breathed in relief.

“A little fear adds spice, but we don’t want too much. Start with the device to our left and then move around the room, telling me how each piece makes you feel while you stand here and look.”