I apologize for the long delay on this chapter. I'd like to thank the readers and fans of the beginning of Ryan's new life.
I'd also like to thank the editors!!
I knew something was off when I found my outfit for the day. A visor. That was it, no shorts, no shirt. It was getting much colder outside, and this (lack of) outfit had me curious, and dreading the day at the links.
Master had finished breakfast and told me to do my normal morning routine. So I showered, had my enema, and put in my plug. I placed the visor on my head and waited at the front door of the guest house, waiting for Master to return. As I waited I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Before he walked out the door he had said.
"Put on some of the sunblock in the bathroom. I'll be back in a bit." He closed the door behind him, and locked it. I had used the creamy white sunblock on my face and arms. As well as my legs below mid thigh. I made sure the back of my neck, and tops of my feet were treated as well.
"Did he have something he was going to give me to dress in on the way?" I wondered. When he returned and opened the door, I could feel the cold air slam into me. Shivers racked my spine, shortly after goose bumps covered my skin. He attached a leash to my collar and had me follow him out of the house. He stopped to close and lock the door, then casually walked across the grounds to the driveway. He was wearing khaki's with a polo shirt, covered by a insulated windbreaker.
"Damn it's cold this morning. Should be good and warm by nine though." He said. I had glanced at the clock before we walked out. It was only six-thirty. As I was pulled down the cobblestone pathway, now shivering uncontrollably, I wondered when the tee time was. It had only taken about 30 minutes to get to the course the first and second time. That meant two hours of being chilled by winds if the tee time was upon arrival.
The trunk popped open remotely. His clubs were inside already. The last two weeks I had ridden in the back seat of the luxury coupe. However, now I was now ordered to get into the trunk. I did so, uncomfortably, as he tossed the leash in after me, then nonchalantly slammed the trunk closed.
The ride was much colder in this space. At that moment I felt much like the golf clubs that I rode with. Equipment for his game. My mind was clear as to the difference of how the Judge saw me, and how Master Dan saw me. I was reflecting on all of the differences so deeply, I had managed to make it through the entire trip without begging for warmth. The car came to a stop. I felt the car do the usual motions of parking.
The drivers door opened, then closed. I waited patiently for the trunk to open as I heard the footsteps first, get closer, then they began to drift away.
"Uh....is he going to let me out???" I thought. The footsteps got further away. During the 30 minute trip some of the heat had reached into the trunk. Now stopped, and a breeze working over the car, the heat was dissipating. I began to shiver uncontrollably again. I stayed curled in the fetal position, desperate to keep whatever warmth I had left inside of me. I tucked my hands in my armpits, and pushed my ass against a quarter-panel with my feet between the rough carpet and my globes.
Time slowed. Every minute was now an eternity of suffering. I tried to distract myself from my condition, but nothing worked. I tried to think about Master Dan and how I would be seeing him soon...if I lived. I couldn't concentrate. All I could think of was survival. Even my breathing seemed very slow. I was getting tired, yet I thought there would be no way I could sleep with my body shaking so violently. My eyelids were heavy.
Footsteps. Voices.
"Yeah, Can't believe he went for it. Just five hundred per person! I thought this was a popular course!" The Judges voice. My Master's voice. **Click** The trunk opened. Now the bracing wind had access to my already cold body. Raped by men, raped by the elements...."Slavery is suffering." I couldn't hold normal thoughts.
A tug at my collar. Pulled out of the trunk. My legs have given way. The pavement is even colder.
"Christ man, you leave your boi in there the whole time we had breakfast?" The unknown man said.
"Yeah, where else was I to store him?" Master said.
"The fucking caddies lounge, tee time isn't for another hour, I'm surprised he's alive." The man said.
"Senator, I won't tell you how to zone your districts if you don't tell me how to treat my property." Master laughed. The Senator seemed to keep a serious tone.
"The company has rules man. I outrank you in both places...Public and Company." The Senator said. My Master growled lightly, I was right next to his neck. I don't think the other man heard it.
"You aren't Governor yet." My Master said, "When you are, it's partially MY doing".
Master got me standing after four attempts. I finally supported my own weight. I got to see the Senator. He was a short man with a receding hairline and thick glasses. His clothes looked impeccable compared to Masters. Master's words must have rattled him, as he changed the subject.
"Who are you playing today?" The senator asked.
"Danny, from Social Services." Master was holding me up by an arm, as each gust of wind made my knees collapse. He put the golf bag on his own shoulder after an exasperated sigh. Pissed off, no doubt, I couldn't carry them for him yet. Not with numb feet and legs.
"What's your beef with him?" The Senator asked.
"This cunt." Master said plainly. "I paid way too much for him for a talent I have to wreck to get my money back." He grumbled.
"Oh so this is "Chef"? The Senator frowned. "One of my cunts went to that party with my brother. You telling me that you are freezing a prime piece like this on purpose?" The Senator had a bit of an angry tone.
"Zones...Property....Right GOV??" Master spat.
"Yeah, yeah, fine. Let me just say, thank you for the help, but I will be returning your election contribution. In fact, I will put money against you in this match, and let Danny use my clubs. They are Pings. Nice "Spaldings" by the way." The Senator shook his head and walked away.
I was enjoying the moment when I felt a very hard tuck on my leash. I followed Master into the clubhouse, and then was led into a room with other naked slave bois. It was warm. My Master threw the leash end at my face and closed the door as he left, I sat down next to a heater vent and began to gain painful feeling back into my hands and feet.
"Chef? That you?" I looked to my left and saw Gary. He'd lost weight, he looked great!
"Gary? H-h-holy sh-sh-shit." I was still dealing with residual tremors.
"Yeah golden princess, it's me. You will not believe what I have to tell you!!!" He ran over to me from across the room and sat on the carpet next to me. He rifled off information at me so fast, I had to ask him to repeat it twice.
"Double or nothing, you heard me right. You get half the farm, 12 slave bois, including Ryan, and the Senator will drop out of the race and name you as his successor." Dan was not smiling, he had heard from the staff how well the Judge did in practice rounds. "I will also give back to you, 200k."
"I paid you 250K in cash. Thought you said 'double or nothing'" The Judge responded smugly.
