Page 39 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)

Davy

No one ever explained what happened that made it safe for us to go home a few days later, only that it was.

We had different people guarding us at night, so I figured the risk was higher when the sun went down, but no one acted like we had to stay downstairs and super-secured at night, so maybe not?

Also, the daybed was back where it belonged when we got home. No idea how that happened, but it did.

And here’s another weird thing. Master knew someone who knew a kinky therapist, but then it turned out she was no longer taking patients, but she had another to recommend.

It turns out, Kirsten was the therapist originally recommended, and she’d sent me to Dr. Woods, which is cool because I like him, but is it weird that Kirsten might’ve been my therapist if she wasn’t so busy being Queen of another realm? Yeah, it is.

There was a package waiting for us on the kitchen table when we arrived, though, and Master’s smile when he saw who it was from was about as sadistic and pleased as it ever gets.

Just the look on his face made my dick go hard and my heart race in my chest. It wasn’t big enough to be a cane or a humbler.

More butt-plug sized, or maybe nipple clamps?

It turns out, Master had ordered a custom-made contraption to go on my dick.

As promised in our contract, it went through the PA and locked, so there was absolutely no way to get it off.

It was way more comfortable than the devices I’ve worn in the past, but also scarier.

There was no way for me to get it off, short of finding someone to cut off, but since it was only on my dick and balls, I absolutely didn’t want that to have to happen. I guess that’s the point, though.

It went on for ten days and was supposed to come off the day before we left for Alaska.

I’m pretty sure the idea was to make me look forward to that date, and maybe it did a little because having two Masters meant I got edged two or sometimes three times a day.

They just loved playing with the slave when his dick was all locked up.

Micca even made me wear a strap-on to fuck her!

The morning it came off was the day before we left for Alaska, and they pointed out I wouldn’t be allowed an orgasm while we were gone, so this ‘day of orgasms’ would be a last gasp for a while. I managed five in a fifteen-hour period, and the last felt like it might kill me.

Still, even with all the activity, it felt like we were barely back home when it was time for us to go to Alaska, and rather than fly private, we flew first class on a commercial flight.

We went from Atlanta to Anchorage in around eleven hours, and then flew over an hour on a scary little plane, and then finally flew another thirty minutes in a helicopter that took us all the way to my grandparent’s side yard.

Malcolm and Ethel were waiting for us outside of a gorgeous log house —and I’m not sure what made it a house rather than a cabin. It wasn’t huge, but I guess with just the two of them, it was plenty.

It’d been the end of summer back home, or perhaps early fall, ranging from seventies to nineties during the day, but my phone told me it was forty-two degrees here.

I put my backpack on and tried to focus on getting everything off the helicopter rather than stressing over meeting my father’s parents. They’d ordered some supplies that were also on the helicopter, and it took about fifteen minutes for us to unload everything so the helicopter could take off.

“I don’t suppose UPS makes it out here,” Micca said once the ’copter was gone and we could speak without yelling.

Malcolm shook his head. “We’re mostly self-sufficient, but it’s nice to order some creature comforts a few times a year.

Sometimes we have things delivered to the nearest town, and then hike in and backpack it home.

We have a dirt bike, too, and the snowmobile we can use in the winter.

Please, come inside and I’ll show you to your room. ”

Will had talked to them on a video call while I was at work before he’d bought plane tickets, and he’d let me watch the recording of it, later.

He’d basically told them their grandson had always considered himself gay, but that he was now in a relationship with both a male and female, which made him bisexual, and then he’d shut up and let them respond.

Ethel had been quick to say she didn’t care who he slept with, and if he had two people who loved him then all the better.

Malcolm had been quiet and thoughtful while his wife talked, and he’d finally thanked Will for explaining the situation, and then he’d made sure Will understood the invitation was open to all three of us.

He hadn’t given his opinion on our lifestyle, but he’d said we were all welcome, and he’d told Will the bed in their guestroom was queen sized, and asked if that was big enough for all three of us.

It isn’t, but Will assured him we could make it work by rotating who slept on the sofa.

Tonight, it’ll be me and Micca in the bed while Will is on the sofa.

Tomorrow night, Will and I in the bed. And the great thing about all of this is that Will and Micca will figure it out. I have zero say in who sleeps where.

“Solar?” Micca asked on our walk across the yard to the house, and Ethel answered, “Yes, with a walkway built so we can easily brush the snow off in the winter. We also bring propane in once a year, enough for the year — it comes up the river along with some rented ATVs and enough gas to power the chainsaw, motorcycle, and snowmobile for the year. It’s a big shipment, but there are trailers for the ATVs and we make it work.

We take the ATVs back to the boat when we’re finished to turn them in, and we’re good for another good year-ish. ”

I knew all that from watching hours and hours of their video, but I’d only shown Master and Sir the most important videos, like how they have both a composting toilet and an outhouse, and why that is.

“Ethel will talk your ear off about how we power all our gadgets if you let her,” Malcolm said. “Let’s get you inside and show you to your room so you can put your stuff down.” He looked at Micca. “Here little lady, let me get that for you.”

“Thanks for the offer, but we’re all fine with what we have. We worked hard to balance the load between everyone’s bags before we left, in case we ended up having to sprint across an airport. I appreciate the offer, though.”

The living room was cozy, and it turned out the guest bedroom was a tiny office with a bed in it, which I suppose makes sense — you’d want to have as little square footage to keep warm as you could manage, which meant you’d have some double-use rooms.

“This room was originally just a loft, but we added some walls a few years ago, and the stairs to replace the original ladder,” he said.

“It’s set up so when I sit and talk to the camera, there’s a nice view outside the window behind me, and this computer has the power needed to edit and combine videos.

We’re a two-person show here, so if one of us can’t do it, it don’t get done.

There’s a strip on the nightstand you can all plug your phones in, to charge them.

There’s fresh sheets on the bed, and we have sheets to go on the living room sofa, too.

I’m right sorry I don’t have a place for all three of you to sleep together, since I gather that’s what you’re used to. ”

“It’s an unusual situation,” Will said, “there’s no need to apologize. I’m glad you’ve chosen to welcome your grandson’s significant others. Not everyone would.”

“We can’t get to know him without also getting to know the people important to him,” Ethel said. “We might make some mistakes with our language, and I’d like to apologize about that ahead of time. This is new to us, but we’re both capable of learning.”

And that was what was important, right? That they wanted to learn about us. Wanted to get t know their grandson.

And what a kick in the pants that was. I’ve never considered myself someone’s grandson before. These were my grandparents. Blood relatives, and it hit home at that moment because watching Ethel talk with her hands was a little like watching my own hands when they move while I talk.

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Micca

“We brought a brick with enough capacity to keep our three phones charged for five days,” I told them.

“We didn’t know for sure how much extra power you might have.

As for the poly thing, it’s new to me, too.

I mean, my best friend since elementary school is gay, and I’ve been around him and his husband since Razor came over for their very first date, so that part isn’t new — but the whole poly-group thing is absolutely new to me.

I’m amazed it’s working, but it is. I care deeply for both of them, and I so want Davy to have a good experience on this trip.

Family is important, and I can’t thank the two of you enough for accepting him and wanting to get to know him better. ”

Ethel took a few steps forward and drew Davy into her arms. She met my gaze and told me, “Breaks my heart that he had to grow up with strangers. If we’d known, we’d have fought hard to get custody of him.

He’s more yours than ours right now, and that’s our fault for not checking in occasionally to make sure we still weren’t wanted or needed. ”

“No excuses,” Malcolm said. “We escaped to Alaska to get away from the world. No news, no politics, just us against a harsh wilderness. We’ve eventually rejoined the world through the internet, but I still try not to pay attention to what’s going on in the world.

I cain’t fix it, so why should I worry over it? ”

“But we shouldn’t have withdrawn from family who needed us,” Ethel said, still hugging Davy. “Our kids were all grown and standing on their own feet. We kept up with all but one through letters, and wrote off the one who didn’t want us in his life.”

Davy backed out of the hug. “Let’s start from now and stop looking back.

Who knows who I’d be if ya’ll had brought me to Alaska and raised me off in the middle of nowhere?

It’s stupid to try to figure it out because it didn’t happen.

This is who I am, and this is what I have to work with.

We brought some hostess gifts; I just have to figure out where we put them. ”

“I’ll get them,” Will told him. “Why don’t you use the restroom?”

Davy looked to Malcolm, who said, “Beside the kitchen. We have one really short, heated wet wall with more insulation than anyone wants to hear about, but the toilet is a composting toilet. There’s instructions on the wall.”

“No, it’s okay. I can go outside. I watched the video about it,” and he left without looking back.

Davy was overwhelmed, and I was glad Will found a way to let him go somewhere and take a breath.

I’d watched the video about how they’d originally just had an outhouse, and the cabin had been ‘dry’ when they initially built it, meaning no pipes and no running water, but they’d added a cistern and a single wet wall after about a decade of going without.

The plumbing system gets drained in the winter, except for the cistern in the barn so they have water and don’t have to melt snow for drinking water.

The house is still dry during the coldest months, but I guess it’s a big luxury to have running water at least part of the year.

Later, they’d added the composting toilet. Malcolm still mostly uses the outhouse, but he appreciates the ability to not have to go outside sometimes, especially when it’s raining. Ethel uses the toilet at night and the outhouse during the day unless the weather is really bad.

I decided to change the subject, not only because the old one had been too much emotion too fast, but because this home fascinated me.

This room had a short ceiling where the desk was, and you’d have to bend over to get to the desk chair, since the pitch of the roof made for a super-low ceiling at the edge of the room.

“The shorter ceilings up here mean less air to heat,” I said.

“I’m impressed by the planning that’s gone into your home, and I doubt I’m seeing all of it.

” I looked at the door coming into the single room over the living room portion of the structure, which had been closed but was now open.

“I’m assuming the door is because heat rises, but with all this equipment in here, I figure you must have a way to let a little heat in, just not as much as would escape the main living area with the door open. ”

“Exactly right,” Ethel said. “An air duct comes up from downstairs, and baffles are controlled by a thermostat in this room. Not really a problem this time of year, so don’t worry about keeping the door closed all the time.

If you’re here in the winter, that’ll change, but most people prefer to come see us during the summer.

Malcolm has a pot of stew simmering. Let’s head down and feed everyone. ”