He was standing in a shower letting the warm water run over his body. While his body relaxed, his mind went back to another time....

Standing beneath the shower, arms out stretched before him against the shower wall. Peter felt hands. Washing him, touching him everywhere. Along his back, hips, then forward to his chest. He was not allowed to touch himself, his helps did everything for him. His hair was washed and then he was teased. He was touched in all his erotic points to bring him to wanting more. By the time they came to his cock it was full. "Looks like it wants to play pet." he heard in his ear. Strong hands captured his cock and started the pressure to bring him too. But the hands left as soon he as was on the edge. Peter lowered his head in defeat. It would do no good to cry, it would only cost him more pain. "Only the master is allowed to make you come." the voice whispered. Peter looked to see his cock so full, so wanting. 'Only the master,' Peter thought.

A hard knocking on the bathroom door brought Peter out of his trance.

"Peter, fifteen minutes." Mike yelled through the door.

"Right, Mike." Peter looked down to see that he was hard from his day dream. He brought his hands hesitantly to himself. After learning not to pleasure yourself, it was something to override each time. Soon Peter was feeling better but wondering why he was remembering such things. It was three years ago. He was free of all that, or was he, he thought.

Peter washed quickly and dried. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw the last scar that he would hold forever with him of his time with Master. A tattoo on his right hip. SLAVE 30. The pain was unbearable when it had been made.

"Why now?" Peter asked out loud as he dressed and combed his hair. He took a deep breath and went out into the living room.

Davy was breaking down Micky's drum set. Peter walked over to put his bass and banjo in their cases. Davy looked over the Peter and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You have are acting differently, that's all."

"I guess the stress of Micky being gone. I wish I knew where he was."

"I know Petah. I wish I knew too." Davy replied as he stacked the drums in their cases. "Well let's see how we do, as much as I love playing drums." he rolled his eyes trying to give comic relief for the moment.

Peter did give a chuckle and helped Davy carry the cases to the car.