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Will

I released his right hand and headed to the kitchen to make myself some coffee, and then used the app on my phone to watch him clean. He worked quickly and efficiently. I love that about him. When he finished, I checked email and text, handled a few things, and then got Davy some milk and headed upstairs. He isn’t a big fan of breakfast, but I felt like he’d need some calories to survive until lunch.

Davy was kneeling on the rug beside the tub when I returned, his cock still a nice shade of red. Fully erect, though, so it must’ve worked for him.

I got into the tub, invited him in, and handed him the milk. He drank it without protesting or arguing, and I watched him while I drank my coffee.

I’d only allowed him four and a half hours of sleep, but he looked fine. I guess the belting and dick-flogging had fully awakened him. He gave me a foot massage in silence. I’d told him formal rules during boot camp, and so far he was doing well.

“Do you know why I used that belt?”

“I don’t, Master.”

“It’s the one I most often wear on stage. I’m going to miss you while I’m gone, but that belt will be a connection to you.”

He looked up and met my gaze with those gorgeous pale-blue eyes, shocked at first, and then pleased. “I’m going to miss you, too, Master. Thank you for explaining.”

I had him dry me when we got out of the tub, and then himself. I donned some shorts, and then it was time to inspect the bathrooms. I started to grab the harshest cane I own. The makers call it a stainless-steel whipping rod, but it’s basically slightly smaller around than an old car antenna, about three feet long, with a nice handle.

However, if my boy needed to redo a section, he’d be caned while he did so. I’d belted his ass and mostly left the backs of his legs alone, which meant I had a clean slate to work with, if necessary.

He’d been on a time limit, so it might not be perfect, and I didn’t want to risk having to strike him too many times with the stainless cane. I grabbed another that’s still pretty harsh, but kind compared to steel.

I had him mix some Comet into a paste and grab the toothbrush I’d supplied for this task, and we started at the top of the house and worked down. I’d let Silver and Animal know the deal, which meant we went through their bedrooms and into their bathrooms quietly.

Silver’s bathroom was perfect except for a few spots on the floor around the tub. I gave him a medium swat with the cane every thirty seconds, and he finished it fast enough he only had to endure three strikes.

The next two bathrooms were fine, but then we got to the one I didn’t have renovated when I moved in because I wanted a reminder of how hideous the place had been decorated when I bought it. The whole damned bathroom is tile. It’s just a stand-up shower, toilet, and sink, but the toilet is the only thing that isn’t tiled. Okay, the toilet and the ceiling.

Sadly, Davy ended up with fourteen cane strikes while he fixed all the spots he missed, and he was crying elephant tears when we made our way to the next.

He ended up with a total of twenty-six cane strikes, so I was glad I’d decided against the stainless cane.

I told him to wash his face and meet me in the workout room, and added achop-chopas I walked away, so he’d hurry.

He mostly had himself back under control when he entered the workout room, and I pointed towards and weight bench and said, “Face up and grab your ankles.”

Again, he immediately obeyed, his legs straight and out, though he moved slowly to pull them up so he’d be certain to keep his balance on the bench.

I straddled the bench below him and put two tiny TENS patches on each of his balls, and used the long leads, so I could stand six feet away from him.

I leaned forward while he was in position and touched his lower lip. He opened his mouth, and I ran two fingers as far down is throat as I could. He never gags. Ever. I held them there about thirty seconds, my gaze locked on his, and then I slid them back out and wiped my hand on his stomach to dry them.

I scooted back so he’d have room to maneuver off the bench. “Hang from the bar and do your ab work. If you slow down too much or go too fast, your balls will feel it. You’re done when I say, not you. Stop too early and I’ll turn it on for a few minutes, not just a couple of seconds.”

Chapter 23

Davy

When I finally fell into bed that night, I was exhausted. We’d worked out three times, and in reality I’m certain Master worked out way harder than me because he’s getting ready to go back on tour, but my abs and arms were beyond tired.

And the damned TENS on my balls just fucking hurt. I had to choose whether to hurt my abs or let Master hurt my balls.Fuck. Eventually, I’d just hung from the bar and let him shock them because I couldn’t possibly lift my legs again. Only when he’d hit them about a dozen seconds did he believe I was truly at the maximum I could possibly do.

A little later in the day, maybe noon-ish, Master put my dick in a cage and told me I didn’t have permission to get hard, but then I hadn’t been able to help it when he made me do squats while holding huge anal beads in with the threat of severe consequences if I lost them. I lost nine of the twelve, but that means they stayed in and I didn’t get consequences, but I hadn’t been able to keep my hard-on at bay, so now my dick was encased in a tiny steel cage with prongs pointing in so ithurtif I got hard.

Master fucked my ass yet again when we got in bed, which meant my dick tried to get hard, so it took me a while to actually fall asleep.