The Road calls no more Part 1

DAMN shippers, always making me late, Now I have to go to the truck stop and take my time now instead of later. NO real hurry though, load had plenty of time on it, just did not want to sit in this small town. So be it.
Pulling in and looking for a spot this time of day was not bad, good spots in the second row, good view of the Fuel Island. From here I can at least watch for hot fellow truckers and drool a bit.
The small town nature shows as the people around me are proof of as the walk to the Diner begins. Looking around, painfully aware that people are staring, did my fly come undone? One more lingering look and now self-consciousness sets in, what the hell are they looking at??!! So the self check begins, spectacles, testicles, wallet and keys, yup all there. DAMN AND SON OF A BITCH, My collar, it is still on. The chain and lock are under the shirt, no dammit, I left the thick leather one on, D-Ring and all. Hoe the hell do you forget something that big. 2 inches thick and Black Leather. Oh well screw em, Been a long time since I gave a shit what people think of my Wolf nature, the collar helps me feel safe. Since the truck is now so far back and so many have seen it, feeling safe is a good thing.
"So Doggie where is your Master?" Great a smart ass waiter. But before I could respond this from beside me, " Hey Junior, that is a hell of a lot better to look at than you pink hair and black eyeliner, no wathch you mouth and do your JOB!"
"THanks Hand" I say to the driver next to me. NO trouble, he had no place to talk the insolent pup. I then notice he is wearing Chaps, tight jeans, and has something hanging from a d loop on the jeans. "He is a good kid but a real Smart Ass" A control laugh comes from my direction as the uncomfortable nature of this wears off. I take it he is looking for his way in this small town, I ask. Yup like most of us did at this age. He is just more bold about it. Looks like your comfortable in your own skin Driver to wear that collar. Yup is the short answer, not knowing where this may go. THe pink haired kid returns with my Coffee, that i even forgot that was requested.
" Chicken Grill and Fries" I order and he turns and goes.
Wolf is my name, he responds "I am called Marcus, some call me MAster". WOW that was foward.
With a name like Wolf that explains the collar, need one that big to control you, he offered. Nope I put it on myself, helps me sleep better at night and guessing it felt so good today I did not want to take it off.
"the stares must have been a clue that it was on" he says. NOpe i thought it was the leather pants to be honest. He just laughed.
Well after talking a while found out he was a driver but lived near by, been there for sometime. Asking if I had to stay a while I said "YUP here for the night". Cool let me go out the pick up a sec and I will be right back. Five minutes later he is back with a pack and pulls out some pictures of his old trucks and his travels. Enjoying this and really having the joy of good conversation, it shocked me when I heard a loud click!
I had not even noticed him reaching into the bag and pulling out a leash, right at the counter he clipped a lead on to my collar! DAMN he had me.
" Now Wolf, you have a choice, make a scene trying to get loose or give in a find out why I am called Master here?