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My last two days were a whirlwind, but I fucked Davy’s mouth every chance I got, knowing it’d be weeks before my dick was inside him again.

And I grew to enjoy fucking him with his head hanging off the edge of the bed. It was a different angle than I was used to, but it wasn’t just the novelty of it. The angle just fucking worked.

If you put an ice pack in the refrigerator instead of the freezer, it’s cold but not dangerously so. Which means I could settle two small packs meant for an eye on either side of his balls, bind his ankles together to hold the packs in place, and then be absolutely certain he wouldn’t get an erection while I fucked his throat.

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 ownsme.

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 todo not disturbwhile 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 workthe 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.