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Ghost came to get me while Master was in the shower, and he handed me a hoodie that covered my face so I could barely see where we were going, and then walked me out to an SUV. “Sloan’s going to take you back to the hotel and put you into Will’s suite. We’ll get Will to you after the interview finishes.”

My phone dinged and I checked it.Put the purple plug in, use your spray, and then lock your dick up. The device is in the top right drawer of the dresser in my bedroom. Kneel in the bedroom and wait for me. Room service might set up our food before I get there, but they’ve been told to stay out of the bedroom.

It took a few minutes to figure out the device. It went around my waist and between my legs, with a big stainless-steel cup-like thing my dick went into. Okay, more of a wide tube than a cup, but it still reminded me more of a stainless sports cup than a denial device. There was plenty of room in there, so it wasn’t going to fuck with the piercing. The back of it was like a cup, too, so the two straps went out and away from my asshole.

It’ssohard to lock a cage onto your dick, knowing it won’t come off until Master unlocks it. I did it, though. He wanted it locked away, and I was here to do as he wished. He has more of a say over what happens to my body than I do, within the boundaries of our contract.

This device wouldn’t keep me from getting hard, it just kept anything from touching my dick.

Nearly five weeks on my own had made it harder to submit. He’d texted me orders on and off once my piercing seemed to be healing nicely. Also, he’d had me fuck my own throat with a dildo while we were video chatting, and I’d had to put clamps on my nipples while he watched, and then keep them on while we had our video call. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had to follow orders while he was gone, so why was this so hard?

The purple plug was the heavy glass one with a stem so fat my ass was going to hurt until Master took it out. I had to struggle a little to get it in, and my eyes watered at the stretch and burn, but I washed my face and then kneeled in the bedroom to wait for him.

My heart raced a little when room service entered and began setting the table. Master came in while they were still working, and he told them it smelled good and breezed past them to come into the bedroom. He put his finger to his lips, to tell me to be quiet, and then he pulled his dick out and held it to my mouth, which I immediately opened so he could stick his dick in.

This wasn’t a hard and fast fucking, but a slow and leisurely one. All the way in so I couldn’t breathe, and then back out just as slowly. In and out and in and out. Slow and steady.

When room service left, he stepped back, fastened his dick back into his pants, and pulled me up. “C’mon, I’m starving.”

“I need to wash my hands before I eat, Master.”

He followed me to the bathroom and leaned against the door to watch me wash them.

“Mitch is a Dom. I told you from the beginning you’d have to service some of my associates, but never my bandmates. He’ll visit with us tomorrow, and he’s going to fuck your face while I take your ass.”

I looked down because I was afraid I’d get in trouble for the look on my face.

Master sighed and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I was rough with you after the concert, but I’m not going to apologize. That’s who I am when I’m riding the high of a performance, and even now, I’m more Lord Byron than Will.”

I stepped away from the sink to dry my hands on a towel, and he touched the metal cage over my dick. “Turn around and bend over. Show me the plug.”

I did so, and he popped me on my right cheek. “An extra fat one since you seem to have forgotten how to take a cock up your ass. “

I followed him to the dining table big enough for at least a dozen people, and we both walked to one end, where room service had set everything up. Master sat in the chair on the end, but I stood by my chair because Master hadn’t told me I could sit.

“I got you the farmhouse burger you like with the fried egg on it, and I got a black-and-bleu burger. Sit your ass down and eat.”

“Yes, Master.”

I sat gingerly because the plug washuge, but Master didn’t seem to notice.

He’d also ordered fries, onion rings, mac-and-cheese, and the kind of beer I liked. As I figured, Master feasted. I wasn’t that hungry because I ate a lot before the concert, but I ate a little of everything, and he didn’t comment on the food I left on my plate.

By the time we finished eating, he was mostly Will again.

“I’m sorry I had a hard time opening for you, Master.”

He shrugged. “I had you fly out in one of the plugs that makes you tighter, and then I marathon-fucked you when you haven’t been fucked in a while, and put a narrow-necked plug back in. Your asshole was hot as hell when I fucked you after the concert, so you were probably swollen. Hindsight and all that. You aren’t in trouble, I’m just taking steps to make sure it doesn’t happen again later tonight. Did you enjoy the concert?”

“So, much, Master. You’re damned sexy on stage. I was hard the whole time.”

He grinned. “Good to know. Want your ass again, and then maybe some sleep.”

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Will

Davy hadn’t been as quick to obey as I’ve come to expect from him, and that settled my thoughts on whether he needed the rest of his boot camp when the tour was over. I’d been playing around with dropping it, thinking he was good to go, but that hadn’t been the case.