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The chastity device had to come off the next morning, but it went back on after we’d cleaned Davy’s dick and the device. Hotels are full of germs, and I wanted him naked, but I didn’t want to risk an infection to the piercing. It did, indeed, look heeled, but I wasn’t taking any chances with it.

Thankfully, he seemed to be back on track the next day. I fucked him, ate some breakfast and talked him into eating some bacon and eggs with me, and then we worked out. The suite had a workout area with a few machines, but mostly I used the chin up bar to work out while I had Davy on a mat focusing on his abs. I’d jostled his dick a lot while I fucked him, but I wasn’t ready for him to jostle it a whole lot working out, yet.

We had side-by-side massages, and then the chastity device went back on my boy and we chilled on the sofa, Davy in my arms, and we talked. It was good to touch base in person. I had no idea what projects he had going at work, and he talked for twenty minutes about the fifty-nine Ferrari Testarossa the shop was doing a complete reno on.

And it occurred to me, it might not sound impressive that he’s an upholsterer, but people trust him to work on cars worth twenty to forty million dollars, and that’s a huge deal.

“Does the shop have extra security, with the Testarossa there?”

“It stays inside, and someone spends the night there, so it isn’t there alone. I don’t think they’ve upped the tech security, though they might’ve. They don’t share that kind of thing with me.”

“Do you happen to know the appraisal value?”

“The owner bought it at auction for thirty-four million and had it delivered to us.”

So my off-the-cuff figure had been in the ballpark.

“Technically,” he said, “I’m not supposed to talk to anyone about the fact we have it, but they told me a while back that I can tell you this stuff.”

I kissed the top of his head, pulled the chain holding his cock cage key over my head, and then moved one of his legs so I’d have access to it. When it was off, I pointed to the floor.

“Kneel and get an erection without touching yourself. You can’t get off, but I want a good look at it while it’s hard.”

He immediately went to his knees on the floor, closed his eyes, and within a few minutes, his cock grew, and grew, until it was mostly hard.

It looked completely healed, but I figured it was probably best not to let him beat off just yet. He was going to have to go without an orgasm until he came back to me, and that was about a month after the longest it should take it to heal.

“Excellent, I’m pleased. However, because you had some trouble submitting when you first arrived, I think a little corner time is called for. Look at me, boy.”

He looked up and I told him. “Not punishment, but a reminder of your status. Mitch is on the way. Stand in the corner and behave until I call you from it.”

* * * *

Davy

I don’t know how long I stared at the corner, maybe ten minutes, before someone knocked on the door and I heard Mitch and Master talking shortly after.

“Your boy in trouble?”

“No, he’s a good boy. He’s just parked in the corner until I need him again. Anything I need to know?”

It felt good, having Master tell Mitch I was a good boy. It’d been a long time since I’ve had to service two men at once, and the slave part of me was looking forward to it. Iwantedto be Master’s good boy, his property he could do whatever he wanted with.

“Lots of pics and short video clips on social media from last night, all positive. Your interview went live this morning and is getting good reception. We’re sold out tonight, so it seems to’ve done the job.”

“How are ticket sales for the next couple of weeks?”

“Sold out in most cities, at ninety percent or more in others. We’re good. Could be better if we were sold out everywhere but we’re close enough, and all the expensive seats are sold out, everywhere, for the rest of the tour.”

I motioned towards Davy. “He’s fine without a ring gag, but your choice.”

“You know my preferences.”

“I do. Give me a sec to get him set up.”

I couldn’t see him, but it sounded like he turned towards me to say, “Davy, pull a dining room chair without arms out in the open and bend over it from the side, so we can get to you from the front and back.”

I kept my gaze on the floor while I walked across the floor to the huge dining room table. I hate ring gags, but no way could I beg Master not to make me wear one. I’m the slave. I do as I’m told, and that’s exactly the life I want.