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“I’m aware. You’re going to take extra-special care of it, so I’ll be able to fuck you all I want when I see you in five and a half weeks.” And if it wasn’t healed enough, I’d fuck his face instead of his ass, or figure out how to fuck his ass without jostling his dick around too much. If that failed, his throat would do just fine.

* * * *

Davy

Master fucked my face so many times that day, my throat and jaw were sore. Not only that, but he ordered me not to get a hard-on while he had his way with me, and fuck, even with the three orgasms I’d had that morning, my dick wanted to grow while Master used me.

I managed to stay soft, but only because he reminded me it would be a shame to have to mess up our last couple of days together with the energy of a punishment session.

Rather than make me go through my workout routines, Master stripped down so he was naked, and he did a couple-dozen or so reps of each exercise, making notations as he went about whether he thought they’d be okay or not. Basically, anything that tossed his dick around was a no-go, but a whole lot of them didn’t do that, sadly.

My dick was certainly sore and tender, and itkilledme not to be able to see it, but that’s the life of a slave. I’d see it when Master was ready for me to, and not a second earlier, so I didn’t ask him to let me see it, or nag him to find out how long I’d have to wait. Odds were, the wait would be even longer if I mentioned it.

When I needed to pee, Master walked me to the bathroom, put a blindfold on me, carefully pulled my shorts down, helped me sit on the toilet, and had me pee while sitting, so no one had to touch my dick. Master washed his hands while I peed and dripped dry, and then had me stand so he could dab at the end of my dick to make sure it was dry. The blindfold didn’t come off until clean shorts were pulled up.

He told me to clean up, and that was when I saw the opened packet of sterile gauze, as well as the gauze itself. I just had to throw it away. I couldn’t see anything else that needed cleaning, but I wiped the vanity down since he’d put the gauze back on it.

When he finally took me to the playroom that evening, I thought for sure it was time for me to see it, but he tied me face up on the bondage table, arms straight over my head, and then he put a damned blindfold on me before he gently pulled my shorts off and connected my ankle cuffs so my legs were a little separated but not a whole lot.

Before he started, he told me, “Nothing sexual today, so no need for an erection. If you get hard, you’ll be in trouble.”

“I understand, Master.”

And I did. Clay said it was best if I avoided getting an erection for a couple of weeks, at least, and I figure that’s why Master did this now — so we’d only be together a few days before he was gone.

Master went into the jail cell and I heard the water running, which was probably Master washing his hands, since Clay had been so adamant that I wash my hands before I handle it, every time, even if I only need to pee. Nothing touches it that isn’t completely clean.

Master returned, gently lifted my dick, and I assumed looked at it from every angle, and then he sprayed the stuff on it.

And that was it. Different shorts went back on before the blindfold came off.

Every time I had to pee was the same as that first time — blindfolded while Master dealt with it, and then throw the gauze packaging and the gauze away, wipe the counter where it’d been.

That night, he put me on the cross in his room to spray it down, and again put me in a blindfold so I couldn’t see it when the shorts came off. He put clean shorts back on me every time, careful to not hurt my dick when he pulled them up.

Honestly, Master was probably right to keep me from seeing it, because it was tender, but it didn’t reallyhurtuntil I saw it around eleven o’clock the following evening, when it was time to do the saline spray before we went to bed.

It was pretty, sure, butdamn. And it isn’t like I didn’t know what a PA looks like, but seeing one on yourself for the first time made me all dizzy, and I had to sit on the edge of the tub to keep from just sitting on the floor.

“Hey hey,” Master said, and I heard the worry in his voice. “You’re okay. No touching, remember? Tell me what you need.”

“I just need a minute, Master. I’m sorry.Fuck. It didn’t hurt too bad before. Why does it hurt now?”

He chuckled. “Maybe because you know how much easier it’ll be for me to lock your dick up when I return home from the tour in four and a half months?”

I groaned, and he kissed the top of my head. “C’mon slave. Let’s get it sprayed down and get to bed.”

He made me do it this time while he watched and gave pointers.

* * * *

Will

I was leaving at a terrible time in our budding relationship, but it couldn’t be helped. We’d be on the road four and a half months, but Davy was going to be able to come see me for a long weekend twice, which meant I’d see him again in about five weeks, and then again seven weeks later. We’d already planned to be in a hotel part of the time for one of his visits, and I had my people set up a hotel for a portion of the other one as well. They got me the penthouse suite for the second visit, taking up the entire top floor of the hotel, which meant I could lay into him without anyone around to hear.

We were starting in California and working our way east, which meant most all of our things were already there waiting for us, and we’d take a plane out the day before the first concert and then ride the bus back, city by city by city.

I was tempted to have Davy fly out there with us and then ride back in the empty plane with Heather, our favorite pilot, but it made more sense to rip the Band-Aid off and get our goodbyes handled here, at home.