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He spanked me until my ass was hot as fuck, and then had me kneel and kiss the paddle. He didn’t tell me to say anything, but I said, “Thank you, Master, for the reminder of who I am to you.”

He smiled. “I think it did us both some good. Go to the bedroom when room service arrives, and don’t come out until I tell you. They come in and set it up on the table. Fancy shit.”

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 theSTAFFt-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 thebestspot 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 hisvoice. 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 sosorefrom 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 wassorough 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.