THE TIES THAT BIND
 Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER 2 ~ Big Jim ~ Homo giganitcus



Part I ~ A Giant Wet Dream


I could hear a pair of big motorcycle boots stomping down the hall.  I looked up as the biggest man I ever saw in my life walked into the room. He was past big,— he was a giant. I couldn't decide if he was good looking or butt ugly. Big Jim’s face was craggy and rugged. His nose had been broken several times and lay somewhat flat. He walked with a lumbering gait, and reminded me somewhat of a Neanderthal, perhaps,—  like a  pro-wrestler; broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hips. He had huge hands and bigger feet. I couldn't take my eyes off his boots. He looked like he was born to wear them. He wore the biggest pair of knee high Wesco engineer boots I ever saw. His head was either shaved or he was completely bald. He had fierce steel-grey eyes and a mean, hard look about him until he smiled. Big Jim had a neatly trimmed full black beard and mustache. He had a ridge above his eyes that joined in the middle. He eyebrows grew thick and almost together. He had to duck as he walked through doorways to keep from hitting his head.  Big Jim stood almost seven feet tall or taller and every inch a man. I wondered what secrets this huge man hid beneath his leather pants.

Okay, I decided, he's not the best looking man I’ve ever seen, but he was definitely not ugly. His sheer size was enough to make me fantasize some very nasty thoughts. Damn,— he was a hot man. He had a self assured, wild animal attraction about him that made me want to scratch behind my ear with my foot.

“Woah!" Big Jim said looking right at my extended belly. He had a deep bass-baritone voice that had a twinge of slow southern drawl. Yep, he was a ‘bubba.’
 
"He ain’t pregnant, is he?" he laughed. Master Jeb moved behind me and placed his hands around me again.

"Watch this." Master Jeb said proudly, as he again shook my belly making the sloshing sound.

"Damn," said Jim,  "you sure know how to fill 'em up Jeb.  Can I feel it?"

"Sure, he's my slave for this evening. He doesn't have much to say about what I choose to do. Ain’t that right, slave ?"

“Yes, Sir, Master Jeb."

"I like the sound of that." Big Jim said as he began to rub my belly with his big paws and whistled. "Now, that's the way a slave should be kept. With a belly full of his Master’s good hot piss,— looking like he was a pregnant little whore. Damned if he ain't a pretty one, too? Who’s he look like to you, Jeb?"

“The cowboy.” Master Jeb answered resolutely.

“Could be his double.” Big Jim allowed.

"He didn't lose a drop." Bragged Master Jeb.

"Shee-it!" said Jim, "Can I have him? You know I've been looking for a slave-boy, Jeb."
    
"Well,— he's not a slave yet, but I have someone in mind for him.  I think he might be persuaded to become his slave." Master Jeb spoke regrettably to Big Jim. "He's new to the idea of becoming a slave so he thought he would ‘try on’ being a slave with me."  Big Jim looked me in the eye like he could see into my soul.  He grabbed my arm tightly.

"If it don't work out for you, boy, and you want a good man to call ‘Master,’ — if you're trained or not,— look me up. When you find me don't even speak to me if it ain't to come to me naked,— kneel in front of me,— kiss each one of them boots,  and ask me to be your Master,— understand?" he said forcefully shaking my arm.

"Yes, Sir,  Master Jim." I replied. Big Jim let go of my arm and moved around behind me. He put his big hairy arms around me, took hold of my belly and shook it for himself. He laughed heartily.  He had the most intoxicating clean male scent I’d ever experienced. It was strong, musky without any hint of aftershaves or deodorants. It was a strong, healthy man smell. I didn't want him to ever move away from me. He was the kind of man I used to choose as a five year old boy to crawl into his lap and curl up on his big chest. For some reason, I didn't understand then, the men would invariably get a wet spot in their overalls right at the crotch. Did I exude some passive sexual pheromones at such a young age?

"You’re  prettier than a speckled pup, slave-boy, and the things I could do to you makes my old dick hard just thinking about 'em.  But, damn, boy," he whispered, "maybe it's best Jeb sets you up with some other Master 'cause I'm pretty rough edged and set in my ways.  The first thing I’d have done to you,— if you were my slave,— is have your cock removed, and your balls sewn up inside you. You’d never think of your dick no more 'cause I’d feed both your holes so much of my old dick you wouldn't have time to be remorseful. The only cock you'd think about getting off would be mine. I'd make you a toy to pleasure me for the rest of your life. I’d also take care of you and love you like you could never imagine."

I was speechless,— stunned. Here was this huge man, I was hopelessly attracted to, talking to me about a permanent relationship, and this was my first exposure to this life style. It scared the shit out of me and excited me at the same time. I couldn't imagine having my dick cut off, but I couldn’t help be touched by his candor; to say nothing of having the balls to say something like that to a total stranger was pretty self assured. Then again, why shouldn’t he be?  He was a fucking giant and few men would dare question his actions. I was trying like Hell to digest all this. My brain was telling me, ‘Run away, run away,’ but my dick had a mind of it's own. It wasn't having any of my fears. It stood at attention. It wanted to stay and play. The son of a bitch was drooling pre-come. Betrayed by my own cock. It deserved to be cut off.  Master Jeb must have been watching me pretty closely.

"Well, Jim,— I can tell you one thing about him."

"What's that, bro?" Big Jim asked his friend.

"He's definitely a boot slave. I think he just fell in love with yours. I think you could have ‘em cleaned real good if'n you play your cards right."

You know," said Big Jim, "they ain't had a good cleaning in a long while. I haven't found a slave who could really get into cleaning them while I beat his ass with my whip." my cock, Benedict Arnold, instantly saluted,— not to be missed by Big Jim.

"Okay, slave,— I'm turning you over to Master Jim for a while. You do what he tells you and clean those big boots of his. Make me proud of you."

"Yes, Master Jeb." I answered. "I'll do my best, Sir,"  meaning every word. The thought of cleaning this man’s huge boots made my juices start to flow in my ass again. I new enough about S&M to know my tongue was going to get a workout, but my mouth began to water just looking at them. His boots were hot, and so was the giant who wore them. I was sure he was born in his boots.

"Get down there on 'em, boy. Use your tongue and clean 'em real good." He pulled something out of the inside pocket of his big leather jacket, and I felt it come down hard across my ass. It was a short flogging whip. I never had my ass whipped before, but after a while I began to wonder why? I guess I never had anyone care enough to whip my butt. I could feel Master Jim communicating his interest, his needs, and passion through the whip, and it drew me close to him. I found myself raising my ass for him to land his best stroke.

"Keeps your mind on your work don't it, slave-boy?" He was right, but I didn't have to tell him. He knew,— he understood my need. I made sure I cleaned every inch of his wonderful boots. Damn,— his big boots smelled and tasted good.  The more I sucked and licked the hotter I got. He would ‘whop’ me a couple of times with his whip, then gently rub the area with his huge paw. It took the sting right out, and damned if it didn't feel good with his huge hand on my butt. I became so excited my ass started dripping. He noticed drops on the floor.

"What's this, slave?" He asked rhetorically, as he moved his big hand around to my hole. I immediately moved my ass so he wouldn't have to reach for it. I felt him enter me with one, two, then three fingers. "Damn, slave,— you always produce this much butt juice when you’re eating a man's boots? Are you sure, Jeb,— " he called to the other room, "he ain't had some training?" giving me another blow with his whip.

"None! I believe what he's told me. You know as well as I do, Jim, some men are born slaves. That isn't bad, as a matter of fact they’re the fortunate ones, because once the genie’s out of the bottle there's no getting it back in. To say someone is born a slave is a compliment,— but it’s somewhat unusual. We don’t find many men, who, from birth were meant to be slaves. What's more unusual is he's a cocky little butch bottom. I've tried to talk to him. I don't think he believes me, but it’s obvious he's hungry for what he's getting right now. He needs control.  He’s looking for men who will dominate and use him. We may have opened the flood gates. Did you check out his ass juices? Take him to the dungeon if you want,— talk some sense into his head or beat it into his ass,— either is good." Master Jeb laughed. "I’d like him to return. I also told him I might consider taking him on myself as a new slave for training and sell him later after he learned all the basics. What do ya’ think?"
                                           
"I think you'd be a damn fool not to, Jeb." They talked like I wasn't even there. Like I was an admired animal they were thinking about buying. I must be all the things they said because it turned me on even more. What was happening to me?

"Since you're going to be staying here for a while, would you be interested in helping with his training?" Jeb asked Big Jim with a wink.

"Hell, yes,— I'd love to.  Between the two of us we could whip his ass into shape to be one of  the best damn slaves ever offered on the Southern California market. You could name your price, Jeb."

"Well,— if he gives himself over to us for training , you do understand he will be a financial asset to my business and will ultimately be sold.  Hopefully, to the Master I have in mind as money is no object for him. You won't fall for him and screw things up will you?"

"No,— not if he's part of your business, I'll keep my feelings in check. You know me Jeb,— if I give my word, you can bank it."

"I know, Jim, and I'm kinda glad you wanna’ participate, because I'm gonna’ depend on you to take him to the gym three days a week. We want to build him up as much as possible, and you’re just the man who can do it. Besides that, Jim, you should really make an effort to check your emotions at the playroom door. You fall hopelessly in love with your slaves, and they walk all over you. You can still fall in love with them, just don't let ‘em know." I finished Big Jim’s boots. He was still playing with my ass which I continued sticking up for him to get the best feel he could. He all ready had four fingers pretty deep within me and I was backing up hoping for more.

"Well, boy, have you thought about it?” Asked Master Jeb, “You've heard what we said. We’re willing to take you on to train, but you have to be ready for it. You must make up your own mind. As we discussed you have to ask yourself a lot of soul searching questions to which there are no easy answers.  I know you won't arrive at your decision without weighing every detail.  You may have further questions. If so, you may contact me anytime day or night. One question might come to mind, I'll answer right now. Are we trying to hard-sell you a package? Are we shading the truth by telling you only good things about Master/Slave relationships to recruit you to our lifestyle? The answer is an unqualified, ‘Yes;’ however, that isn't necessarily bad.  Consider,— I've been a Master in this lifestyle for over forty years, and I know a natural slave when I spot one.  It’s not a put down for me to tell you, you were born to serve a good man. In short, you have a slave mentality in that nasty-ass little ‘butch bottom’ body of yours.

If we seem evangelical and our comments of encouragement seem geared toward getting you to make a decision we would be pleased with, then we’re guilty as charged. It's also 'cause, I for one,  would hate to see someone throw away their chance for happiness because of our intolerant, repressed society. Let me put it another way, and that's all I’ll say about the subject,— you were born a slave,— you are a slave,— and you’ll die a slave. Ask yourself,— if you feel even a small part of what I've told you might be true, would you really want to live your life without ever having been owned by a good man and calling him Master? Only you can decide. No one will force you to accept anything you’re uncomfortable with, after all, we’re talking about consensual slavery. You must agree to it.

You could make a lot worse choices in life. So many people go through their lives with a hunger in their gut they never try to identify and die never having experienced much happiness. They settle for ho-hum lives of quiet desperation. Don't let that happen to you, Son, you deserve better. If you decide to join our world, you must make arrangements in your life so you can enter training for permanent slavery. You must sell or give away all material possessions, and you must quit your job.

Any money or savings you have must put into a high yield long term growth savings account.  You will leave the passbook with someone you trust, a good friend, or send it to a  relative and tell them you're interring some secret service and can't be contacted. Hell, tell them you got a job at area fifty-one and it's so secret no one can know where you are.

Of course, I’ll keep all your personal information about your family in case they have to be contacted in an emergency situation. You won't need money once you enter training. I’ll absorb your expenses as if you were my own slave, and you will be until sold. What's in it for us? I will get seventy five percent of your sale price, and you will get the other twenty-five percent deposited in your secret account. You will report here at a specified time and contracts will be signed between us. When you’re ready, we feel you have more than just the basics of training, we’ll put the word out, and you’ll be put on the market and sold. We won’t invite anyone to bid on you who isn't known to us as a sane, stable, and financially comfortable Master. Then other contracts will be necessary. You must forget your personal savings account and never tell your new Master you have it available to you. I'm not suggesting you lie to your Master. You must always be truthful and honest with him so he may trust you.  You just don't need to say anything about it.

If asked about financial holdings tell him Master Jeb handled all that for me. That will be the truth because I intend to make sure you do these things for your ultimate protection. I will see to it the account is in your name only;  however, I’ll be signed on only to countersign any withdrawals to make sure you aren't being stiff-armed. I won’t be able to access your account other than approve withdrawals. Why the precausion? You may need thw money for an emergency to get out of a bad situation. Even in the best of plans, shit happens. If you feel there’s a valid reason for you to tell your Master about these funds, you must, and I repeat ‘must,’ discuss it with me before you tell him anything.  Make some excuse to visit or phone me in private. My purpose is to see to it the money's there if you need it.

I've sold good slaves to many satisfied Masters and several contacted me later concerning his slaves holdings before he entered training. I’ve never betrayed the trust of those slaves and simply told the Master who  inquired, the slave turned over all monies to me as a requirement for their training. It’s the truth. I’ll require you to comply with my order to open a savings account in your name,and it’s my requirement I’m to be signed on as co-signer; however, the Master is satisfied I charged for training. Don't worry about being sold. We wouldn't sell you for quite a while. In fact, if you're afraid, I'll make you a deal, with Big Jim as your witness, I won't even consider putting you up for sale until you come to me and tell me you're ready. How's that? Beside I think we both would look forward to having you serve the two of us and breaking in that little slave ass of yours,— right, Jim?”

"You know I'm in, Jeb." Big Jim replied

"Did you understand everything I said, Son? Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Master Jeb,— I understood, " I replied, "I don't have any questions that can't be answered later, but I need some time to think about it.  If I decided to accept your offer, it will take me about a month to get rid of everything."

"That's okay, Son, I understand;  but, if you think about it too long you won't do it, and you'll live the rest of your life wondering if you did the right thing. So, I'm giving you a deadline of one week from today at this time, six P.M.,  when our offer to train will expire; however, I’ll still agree to refer you to other Master's who might take you on for a few sessions." I was sitting on Big Jim's lap in an overstuffed chair when I answered Master Jeb.

"I understand, Master." I could feel Big Jim's cock getting hard beneath me.

"Speaking of breaking in slave ass’s,  I think I'll throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the dungeon, and do my damnedest to open up that tight little hole I’ve been hearing about,— if'n Jeb don't mind."

"Would you give food to a starving child, Jim?" asked Master Jeb playing with Big Jim.

"You know the way I feel about kids, bro,— sure, in a heart beat."

"That's one of the most starved little holes I've fucked in several years. That slave-ass just hasn't been fed enough big hot dicks and it's damn near about to grow shut."  They went off on each other.

"Damn,— sure wouldn't want that on my conscience.  We better get down there and force-feed the poor thing."

“Take 'em down to the dungeon, chain him up to the sling, and fuck his little ass until his house is haunted.  He's yours to enjoy. Just take a shoe spoon with you, 'cause he's really tight.  I might’ve loosened him up a little 'cause he's wearing a pretty big load up there.  He might not need too much lubing.  I'll tell you true, Jim,— best fuck I've had in a good while.  I'm hoping we get to plow that little butt on a regular basis."

"Oh, he's gonna' get fucked right good, bro. He's got me hotter'n a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire.  C’mon slave, you're my meat for a couple of hours." Big Jim said as he grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and started for the basement.

“Master?" I  asked Big Jim.

“You have a question, slave-boy?

“Yes, Sir,— would you fuck me wearing those big boots?"

“I don't do requests, slave.” He said sternly, then threw back is head laughing, "It's the only way I would fuck you." He stated as he carried me down the stairs into the huge basement dungeon.


Part II ~ Dream Dungeon

“Now help me get my clothes off,— the quicker we get ‘em off the quicker you get to take a ride on me old stallion and don't worry,— my bite is a Hell of a lot worse than my bark." he laughed again. “If you took Jeb you won't have much problem with me." I was about to get fucked royally by this giant who was treating me like he’d known me all his life. He seemed comfortable kidding me. Underneath, I sensed, there was a man who could be a stern and strong disciplinarian,— if there’s a God? I thought to myself.  It suddenly dawned on me,— it's what I wanted the giant man to be. Was this truly what I craved? Was Master Jeb right?

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum  my ass,— I could've cared less for reason,— I wanted to climb this giant's bean stalk.  Big Jim was the man of my fantasies,— my instant hard-on. I helped him off with his huge boots and made sure my nose was as close to them as I could without being obvious. He picked up on me right away and shoved one of them in my face, grabbing the back of my head in his huge paw, and holding it there. He laughed robustly.

"Damn it, boy, if you wanna' get a good smell of them boots don't be shy. A Master loves to see a slave boy sniff his boots. It turns him on."

His crotch was swelling. I helped him off with his leather pants, watched his huge shaft flop out and stand almost straight out from him. He wasn't quite as big around as Master Jeb's, but he was a good two inches longer. I helped him back on with his boots. I knelt in front of him and put the sole squarely in my crotch covering my dick and balls. He grinned real big when he saw where I’d placed it.  He good naturedly took advantage of my vulnerable position when he pretended to press pretty hard to get his feet back in them. I didn’t move an inch as his big boot pressed into my crotch. I got light headed and thought I was going to pass out,— not from pain but from the sheer ecstacy of a fantasy come true. Damn,— one of my greatest fantasies was to be fucked by a giant wearing the biggest damn boots on Earth and it was about to come true.  I immediately fell to my knees and started kissing them again.

"Well,— boy," Big Jim said while I ate his boots, "I've been drinking beer all afternoon, and I have ‘ta piss like a race horse. So,— you wait, here, while I go to the head." I noticed he looked at me closely when he said it.

"Please, Master,— may I have it?" I asked.  What was I doing,— asking the giant for his piss?  I all ready had a belly full.

"I was hoping you'd ask, slave;  although, you understand I could order you to take it. I was worried you might’ve had your limit.  Damn,— Jeb likes to fill 'em up. You sure you can handle some more 'cause I got a lot backed up? I'd hate like hell to waste it if you think you can take some more."

Having learned from Master Jeb a little about drinking a man’s piss I knew what to do this time. I took Big Jim’s cock in my mouth and skinned back his considerable foreskin. It was all ready lubricated with pre-come, and I shoved him as far down my throat as I could,—  past my uvula, and any point of gag response. I put my hands on Big Jim’s butt and squeezed gently to let him know I was ready to receive him. It took him a minute, but he didn't try to control the flow when he finally let go. I could feel the hot liquid gushing down my throat like a toilet drain, and once again I could feel my belly expanding. I was a little disappointed because I didn't get to taste it that way.  I'll admit I developed a taste for man piss. He finished and told me I could pull off. I cleaned him up real good. Then he told me he had a little more for me.

"Please, Master,— in my mouth,— I didn't get to taste the last batch."

“Sure, boy,— you like the taste, huh? That's good. I've had a lot of slaves who gag my piss down but rarely one who really enjoys it. If you like it that much I can control the flow so you can take it all in your mouth if you choose; although, I’ll have to say you're one of the only slaves I've found who could take a cock down their throat far enough to cancel the gag reflex. That's hot. I’d require you to take it sometimes if I get a chance to train you; especially in a social situation.  I'd love to show some wanna’ be Masters how a good slave should take care of his Master and drain him completely without wasting a drop. You're talents should become a reflection of my success as a Master.  Here, boy,— enjoy." as he slapped the head of his big cock on my tongue. I closed my lips around the head and gently sucked.

I didn't have to wait long, and I had a mouthful. He temporarily stopped the flow, and I let a little slide down my throat,— a little more,— and a little more until it was all gone. I imagined man piss would be nasty tasting, but Jeb and Jim's wasn't.  It was strong and flavorful, but it was good. I gently sucked for more, lightly squeezed Big Jim's butt again, and he gave me another mouthful;— down it went;— another, and down it went. I kept squeezing his ass for more and sucking for more flow.

I remembered the calves on the farm when they wanted their mother's milk to flow faster would use their heads to butt her belly. I wondered if it would work on Master Jim?  I wanted to gulp it down, and he opened the gate. I must have gulped down eight or nine big mouth fulls as fast as he could pump it out of his fire hose. I think he was a little amazed. My belly was stretched to the max. It looked like a fucking balloon. It felt hot. I took it in my hands and moved it back and forth.

"That's all for right now, slave. Hell, you done good. You didn't spill a drop, and I was giving you full flow there at the last. That means a lot to a Master to have his slave boy take every drop of his piss or come.  It means you Master’s needs are more important to you than your own."

I licked Master Jim's big cock getting the last taste of his man piss I could. He even gave me a couple of unexpected mouth fulls, and I held each in my mouth tasting the flavor of his body,— swallowing a little at a time until it was gone.

"Now suck on my dick, and leave a lot of spit on it. That's all the lubricant you're gonna’ get. I'm about to split your little butt like Paul Bunyan with a big ax. Jeb busted your cherry, didn't he?" he asked rhetorically.

I slathered him up the best I could and had an idea I was, once again, going to be taken hard. My asshole started spasming just thinking about it. Strangely enough,— I was looking forward to the pain and it sure got my dick’s attention. From the looks of Master Jim's cock I knew I wouldn't be disappointed.

‘What's wrong with me?’ I thought. I would never consider something like this with anyone before.  Why now?  I didn't want to think about it.  I knew I would do it; end of my self debate.

"Get in that sling behind you, boy." I raised my ass up into the leather sling.  Big Jim raised my legs to fit in a ‘Y’ in the chains. He went to a shelf and got a pair of leg cuffs, wrist cuffs, and put them on me then clipped then to the chains.

“There, that should be more comfortable for you." he said as he opened a bottle of poppers under my nose.  My head began spinning from the strong vapors from the clear yellowish liquid as I breathed deeply. The next thing I knew Big Jim's cock was completely inside of me. My ass started to spasm, but this time the pain felt different. It was still painful but somehow stimulating. It hurt but just this side of good. My pain meter was still in the bad zone;  however, my ass calmed down faster. Even though I hadn't experience as much pain as I had with Master Jeb, Big Jim felt damn good when he slammed it in. I knew I was about to get the second, best fucking of my young life and fuck me he did. Man,— did he fuck me? It seemed like he fucked me for hours but that's not a complaint. I could tell Big Jim loved to fuck and knew he was damn good at it. Once he relaxed me and loosened me up, he was like an E-ticket ride at Disney Land.  I just kept letting the big man punch my ticket. I felt like I was going to come several times, Master Jim would stop fucking me and order me to bite down hard with my ass on his shaft; the feeling would subside.

He seemed to get pleasure out of having power over my body to build  me up to the point of coming, then insist I not come. He warned me if I came without permission he would whip my ass. I believed him and worked hard at not coming, not because I was afraid of his whip, but because I wanted desperately to please him. Needless to say, I didn't come. He taught me how I could use the sling to fuck his dick with my ass. He stood still, and I would pull on the chains near the upper part of my body. It would raise me almost off his big dick then I would let go and gravity would cause me to slide the length of his cock and slam into his pubes. It acted almost like a swing. I could get a motion going then slam back to the base of his fuck shaft. I began to think how, in one afternoons time, I had the best sex of my life with two of the hottest men I ever met, either one, of which, I would've consider settling down with. I wondered what my decision would be?  I was enjoying this afternoon of living like a slave more than anything I ever experienced. I also felt relaxed and comfortable calling them Master. I new I could call Big Jim ‘Master’ the rest of my life.

Big Jim finally announced he was going to get his rocks off and for me to lay back and relax. He didn't want me working with him,— he explained every Master has their peculiarities when it comes to fucking, and he was going to fuck me mean and hard. He said he knew what he was doing and didn't want me trying to help because I might get hurt. I didn't know what to expect but after fucking me for a while he fucked me harder and harder slamming the entire length of his big cock in me.  I tried to make my ass as tight as I could for him, but he would fuck even harder. I was about to go up the wall because the tighter I tried to make my ass the harder he would slam his huge cock into me. All of a sudden the muscles in my ass seemed to lose all strength. My hole opened up to him like a damn flower. By this time, Master Jim was fucking me like a wild man. It became clear, he felt my hole relax, lose any ability to tighten and that was the feeling he needed. Big Jim felt my ass open up without any resistance to the mean, savage thrust of his cock and started yelling,

"Yeah,— yeah,— yeah,— that's what I want. Fuck’n you good, slave. Feel that tight little slave butt open right up.  It's mine now, slave,— I own it! All of it! All of that little man-pussy. That tight little ass ain't so tight now. I’m making you give up the good stuff, slave.  Ridin’ you  like a fucking  Brahma bull. Opened up that little hole so your man can get down to the good stuff. You wrote the check, slave,— I'm damn sure gonna' cash it.  Feel it, slave? You’re givin’ that good stuff up to your Master. You’re gittin’ it all, slave. Up your ass, slave,— 'cause I'm taking it!  Right,— NOW!!!” With that he shot,— held it in for a minute while he emptied his sweet man come into my gut,— took it out to the head,— slammed it to the hilt,— held it in again as he emptied  more,— and repeated the stroke once more each time emptying more of his hot ball juice into my starved, slave boy ass.

As he came he lost all control of his salivary glands, and he began to drool out of the corners of his mouth. His spit was thrown everywhere as he slung his head to and fro with his eyes tightly shut in his moment of release. His spit was all over my face, chest, and piss filled belly. I never heard of a man losing it like that when he came. It was hot. It was like Master Jim reverted to a wild animal, and I had a huge, slobbering Kodiak bear up my butt, huffing and puffing, spitting, and fucking the holy shit out of me. He grabbed the front chains of the sling  and pulled me up toward him. I was still tightly impaled on his huge cock as he bounced me three times hard to the base of his massive shaft to squeeze the last few drops of come into my ass. He collapsed on top of me for a few minutes to get his breath with his dick still throbbing  and emptying mixed male fluids up my shit chute. I could swear I felt him pissing, but didn't say anything.  Unprompted I began to babble.

"Thank you, Master Jim,— thank you. Thank you for the good fucking, Sir. Thank you for fucking this slave-boy’s ass. Thank you, Sir.”

"You  weren't too bad yourself,  slave boy.  You stayed with me all the way."

He remained on top off me relaxing and catching his breath. Damn,— he was big and smelled great. If God had given me one wish at that moment it would have been for Master Jim never to remove his big dick.

"Now, did Jeb teach you how to use you ass to suck a man’s dick?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good,— suck it a little to get the rest out. Like you were milking it. There,— yeah,— that's right,— just take a little longer,— yeah,--- you got the idea,— you're getting it,— getting it all, slave.  You're getting all my come in your little catcher.  Don't wanna' cheat cha' none.  A good slave-boy deserves to hold all his Master's good hot come. Hell,— Jeb knows what he's talking about,— your are a Goddamn natural, boy."  Then he pulled completely out, and split my ass as he gave me one final hard, slam dunk ride to the base of his huge dick. Then I knew what a roller coaster junkie must feel like. After a few minutes with his cock still up my butt he yelled up the stairs to Jeb.

"Was he allowed to come today?"

"Yep!" Hollered Jeb back.

"Well,— then,— you don't get to come again today, slave."

"Yes, Master." I replied trying to be understanding, but damn, I wanted to come in the worst way. I had two loads of come from two of the hottest men I ever met deposited in my sperm bank and a belly full of man piss. Shee-it! I wanted to come. I just thought how good it would feel when I got home to lay back,— take my good time,— rub my piss filled belly,— and jack off. That thought no sooner entered my mine when Master Jim spoke.

"You don't whack off after you get home this evening, slave. That's an order. You're still our slave until Jeb releases you and this order was given before you were dismissed."

"Yes, Sir, Master Jim, I understand."

"Okay, slave,  jump down out a’ that sling and clean me up. Oh, yeah,— while we been talking, I unloaded another six pack up your butt. It'll flush you out real good, but you hold it in 'til you get home."  He walked over to the shelves and came back with a well greased, big, black butt plug.

“Relax, I'm gonna’ snap this into your ass to keep it from leaking on your way home. You can return it when you decide what your answer will be.”

Master Jim knew what he was doing. It took him no time to pop the big thing in my ass.  It was tight but not uncomfortable. I got down out of the sling, fell to my knees, and began licking and cleaning  Master Jim’s cock. It was the second time in one day I was cleaning a Master after he used me. Once again, I felt I needed to serve this man, my Master; this giant bear of a man. My need to serve this giant man was greater than any drive in my life.  I was grateful I had enough sense to clean myself before I came for my interview. When I finished, and he approved of my job cleaning him,  I thought he might give me some more piss. Instead Master Jim climbed up in the sling and threw his legs up to rest in the ‘Y’ of the chains.

"Get down there and clean my butt, slave.  Do a good job and I'll let you have some more of my boots for dessert."

"Yes, Master."

I moved in toward his hairy butt.  It smelled warm and good with heavy musty male body odors. I started licking the hole and cleaned it good all around the outside.  I concentrated on the rosebud and cleaned it good. It tasted like Master Jim’s big body smelled, clean, strong, and male. I never experienced so many new experiences before. My mind was spinning. I felt sad I finished so quickly.

"Get back down there, slave,— you’re not through yet." Master Jim growled. "Get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good, slave-boy.  You spread my butt with your hands and my asshole with your thumbs to get that tongue up there as far as you can."

I did as ordered. I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue in his ass as deep as I could get it. Master Jim began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I got some of the best flavors I tasted all day. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it. What was happening to me? Hours before I wouldn’t have considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out of this giant man's asshole. Eating like the first pig to the trough. I sucked the big man's hole with pleasure. It was time I stopped asking myself stupid questions, let loose whoever was locked up inside me, and let him enjoy the wealth. Something broke inside me,— another epiphany perhaps,— I am the person inside me. I’m a slave, giving and being used by this Master like it was the most natural thing on earth.  

“That's good, slave, you done a good job.  My hole ain't felt that clean in a long time. I promised you dessert, didn't I?  More of my boots. Get down on 'em, boy, and enjoy."

I did for the second time that evening, cleaned and tasted his big boots from top to bottom. I even cleaned the vibram soles.

"C’omer, Son." Master Jim said as he pulled me up from sucking his boots to hold me in his arms. Master Jim grabbed me around the waist lifted me off the floor and slung us both onto a leather covered futon in the dungeon. We lay together with his dick sticking through my legs, quiet for a while. With his big arms around me he began to lightly play with my tits.  Maybe it was only because someone was paying me attention; but, I was eating it up, and it felt damn good. A flood of emotions  raced through my mind. Thoughts kept having a free for all in the center of my psyche, slugging it out for control. The cautious side versus the fuck-it-alls.  Shut up, Goddamn it!  Now hear this,— ! Everyone calm down. Just stop it!  You stupid over analytical, pick-it-to pieces piece of shit! Just let it be for cries sake!’ I yelled at myself and my over stimulated psyche.

"Master Jim?" I spoke softly.

“Yes, slave boy."

"Thank you for the good fucking and letting me clean your hole. Thank you for letting me clean you boots and thank you,—  well,—  if I if I left anything out,— thank you for that, too. I've never done anything like this before and probably never would if I hadn't met you and Master Jeb.  I owe you and him a lot. Even if I don't choose to become a slave I want you to know how much I enjoyed and appreciated all you've taught me this evening."

Big Jim looked me in the eyes, then kissed me like he fucked  me,—  long, hard, and deep. He reached down to my crotch, and grabbed me around the base of my cock and balls with his thumb and forefinger of his rough paw. He began to twist,  pull them down, and out from  my body like he was trying to separate them from my crotch. He stopped kissing me and spoke softly in my ear,

"You ain't gonna’ need those anymore, Son." as he pulled and twisted  my cock and balls.

"But, Master Jim," I said with concern and fear, "I won't have anything to piss through,— I wouldn't have my dick to play with, and sometime it's the only sex I have for months. I wouldn't be able to come anymore, and to me that's what good sex is all about. That kinda talk really scares the Hell out a’ me."

"Shhhhuu..." Master Jim whispered to calm me down as my voice  rose.

"Well,— " he said and then paused, "A good surgeon could relocate your piss hole to be about an inch and a half forward from your asshole. I watched the operation on my last slave, Scout, who died about five years ago. The name his parents gave him was Brent, but he wasn't a Brent if you know what I mean? When I first met him he was helping a friend of mine put a new starter in his truck. He worked his butt off helping the guy, and I kidded him about being a real boy scout. I called him ‘Scout’ from then on. Everyone knew him as Scout. Even his other dad, the birth one, started calling him Scout. We went to Europe to visit a great aunt and uncle of mine in Italy. Somehow, he contracted scarlet fever, the European doctors misdiagnosed him and he died within days. We were together seven years.

It's true you wouldn't have your dick to piss through,  you'd  haf ‘ta  sit on the toilet to pee, but you'd adjust. You'd still be able to come. It would just shoot out your little piss hole. They'd just put you're balls back up in the cavity they descended from during adolescence and keep them there with a couple of pieces of surgical saran sewn to the sides of the openings as a cover. Some say you need the testosterone they produce.  I'd keep your ass pumped so full of my come,  your lower colon would absorb more of the male hormone than you'd ever need. I've know slaves whose Master’s who had them removed.  One’s a competition body builder today. He gets more'n enough male hormones from his Master’s come up his butt. His Master plugs him after each fuck'n so's his slave is forced to absorb as much as possible.

He’s really a sight. We went to a pool party in Palm Springs one afternoon, and he and his Master were there. His Master never allowed him to wear clothes in private and always kept his muscled butt plugged. He was walking around the pool in the buff, and he look great. Body by God with a crotch by his Master. His  Master had it tattooed so it was all one color and there were no scars or seams. Just beautifully flat with nothing there. You'd swear he was born that way. He loves to have people pet and scratch him around his crotch, and his Master encourages it. When Scout saw him for the first time he couldn't take his eyes off him. He was mesmerized. At first I couldn't tell if Scout was afraid of what he saw or liked it and was fascinated.

After Scout had a couple of drinks he began to loosen up. The slave,— Billy,— walked over, knelt in front of me and greeted me as Master Jim. After we performed the ritual greeting he asked permission to meet and talk with my slave. I knew him and his Master well, and I ordered him to stand at parade rest for inspection. He put both arms behind his back, spread his legs, and proudly  presented his crotch for my inspection. I scratched a spot underneath I knew would make him go crazy. I rubbed it and petted it a few times. I saw in my peripheral vision Scout was a-gog. I ordered him to turn around and present his ass for inspection. He quickly obeyed, spread his legs, bent over and grabbed his ankles.

I pretended to check to see if his plug was seated properly. I told him I was going to have to reseat it. Of course, he thanked me. I ripped it out of his hole in one swift movement, held it up for everyone to see the size, and then quickly shoved it back in. I ordered him to push back with his ass, and I kept pushing it at the base to make sure it was seated properly. I ordered him to stand and be at ease. I told him it should feel a bit better for him. He agreed, and thanked me again. He offered to clean my boots before we left he was so grateful.  We chatted for a few minutes. I introduced him to Scout and they began to talk. The next thing I knew he was at parade rest again, and Scout was scratching and petting  his crotch.  I was surprised when Scout turned to me and asked permission to clean it with his tongue.  I gave my permission, and they both got off on the experience. Billy, was all Scout could talk about on the way back from Palm Springs. They became great friends.

Scout used to shoot out his little hole and claimed it felt better than going though his dick. He was afraid, like you, and wouldn't even consider any body modifications. He made it a stipulation in our contract when I took him for my slave. As time went by, he got to know some of the other slaves who were altered, like Billy, and began to like the look of a smooth crotch. He told me we're only afraid of things we don't understand, and when he understood, he came to believe it was the greatest gift he could give me. He told me he couldn't imagine continuing in a Master/slave relationship with me unless he gave them to me. He felt he was holding back in our relationship. I never felt that way even though those things can be important to me.

Since he never had access to money, he couldn't go out and buy me a present for a special occasion; however, he was creative in doing little things for me he knew I hated. He would make tickets for those hated jobs around the house and give them to me at Christmas and Birthdays. I could cash them during the year and get out of them. Of course, I could have just ordered him to do it, and he would’ve without question. The point was,— it was from the heart. On my birthday, the third year we were together, he gave me his cock and balls. He tied a big red bow around them and put on a pair of baggy levis. He gave me a beautiful card and wrote a cryptic little P.S. at the bottom. ‘I'm going to see to it that we get rid of some of the worthless junk and baggage we've got laying around here doing nothing. I know it would make us much more happy. By the way, my present is hidden in my levis. It's small and not worth much but it comes from my heart.  Now, open your present.’

I thought he was going to clean the garage or attic for me or maybe he got me some new piece of sex jewelry. He was forever finding something kinky for us to play with. Stupid me, I saw the bow rapped around his cock and balls, but wasn't putting two and two together. I started feeling around the bow to see if there was something hidden underneath. I got half way around and light dawned. I slowly looked up into his eyes questioningly and  saw his eyes were tearing as he slowly shook his head affirmative. He was crying. I was crying. Hell,— we were a mess.  I was blown away. I certainly didn’t expected it. I think that was the best birthday present I ever got. I fucked him five times that night and made sure he came each time. That was the last five times he ever came out of his dick.  'Cause the next morning we were in the surgeon's office in Tijuana.  I wasn't about to give him time to change his mind. He often said he wished he’d it done when we first got together.

He changed completely. He gave up fear. He would walk into a lake of fire if I took his hand and led. He found some inner peace he never had before. He became my rock when the world was going crazy. He stopped playing the role of slave. He became my slave, my possession, my toy, my boy, my son, and my love. He trusted me to take him to the dark side of the moon and bring him safely home. He found what he needed. He became the total slave he knew I needed,  and he wanted to be. We were happy. We were family.  We had become one.”   A long silence passed between us. I sighed and began to tear up.

“To be truthful, though,— our love never was fully complete. There was always a part of Scout I couldn’t touch, but for the most part I loved him with all my heart.  I guess I still do.”

"I'm so sorry, Master." I spoke softly.

Big Jim didn't say anything for a while, and I didn't push him. I could tell he was hurting inside. It was such a powerfully emotional thing for me to see this big man, this giant, almost break in two. We lay together, silent for a long while.

"Can I tell you a secret, Master?"

"Of course you can, slave, you can tell me anything.” he laughed gently, “Lying here in my arms with my come in your gut, my piss in your belly,— after slamming a bodacious fuck in your little ass, I think you've earned the right to tell your Master a secret.”

"It feels natural for me to call you ‘Master’."

Master Jim was quiet for a while.

"Well,— when you're brain is confused with conflicting feelings about making your decision, remember this secret you shared with me. Then listen to what you said, think about what the words really mean and all their ramifications. Sometimes our hearts blurt out truths our minds aren't ready to accept. I have to confess it feels pretty damn good to call you my ‘slave’ but you know we can't go there. You heard me give my word to my best buddy, my brother. It may be hard but I'll keep my word.”

Master Jim got up and went to the shelves that contained a lot of sexual equipment.  He returned with a harness  contraption.  He put a  wide black leather belt around my waist that had a black leather "V" attached with rivets to the front of the belt. It was attached to a heavy wire cage he put my cock and balls in. It was attached to another three quarter inch strap that ran from the base of the cage to a four inch ring that ringed my hole. Another strap ran from there up the crack of my ass and connected to the "D" ring on the wide leather belt. The same "D" ring that held the four inch wide belt. Big Jim cinched all three connections up tight in the back and it really strapped the plug tight in my ass. Then I heard a lock click in the back.

"I'm gonna' make sure you don't jack off for at least a week.  It's locked in the back, I have the only key so you'll have to wear it when you come back. When you get home and need to take the plug out, move the ring to the side of your butt, and you can get it out.  It's gonna' be a little tight, but you can do it;  however, after you use the toilet and clean yourself, I expect you to return my plug to your butt.  You sleep with it,— you work with it 24/7 'til you return, and I remove it. You can piss through the cage and shit through the metal ring around your asshole. It will fit under your clothes. This'll be good control for you.  In a way it’ll be like living without your cock and balls ‘cause you won’t have access to play with ‘em.  Couple of days you’ll forget they’re there. You can go into a stall at work and sit down to piss.  No one will notice the cage your Master is making you wear. It'll remind you someone cares enough about you to want to extend his control over you. By this time next week you should be so fucking horny old Jeb'n me'll have 'ta wear full body armor." He chuckled at his joke.

"You deeply needed to give what we took from you today. Jeb is right. You  need to serve a man.  He could sense that. I've never seen him fail to call one right. It's like a sixth sense with him; however, now that the rabbit’s out of the hat it's gonna' be hard gettin' it back in. If we tell you we think you are a natural slave, it's a complement, and it's not because we need to recruit you. Hell,— there’s dozens of bottoms out there playing at being a slave, but there's damn few who can really appreciate the subtleties of being a real slave a Master can be proud of.  I was lucky to have found one. I may never find another.  We feel you could become that. Now you've experienced what you did today,— you're not going to be able to go back to just tricking. In a way, we've ruined that for you. We know what you need, so maybe, when you're by yourself and have time to think, you’ll agree.  You might begin to understand you probably will never be happy until you're trained and serving some good Master. Anytime you have a negative thought cross your mind about not becoming a slave,— bite down real hard on my plug you're wear'n up your butt, give youself just a little fuck'n with it, smile to yourself, and remember,— your good Master gave you permission to fuck yourself a little with his plug. ”

"I've got a lot to think about, that's for damn sure." I replied.

He held me tightly for a minute, looked deeply into my eyes, then he kissed me gently for a good while. He swapped spit with me for a few minutes then kissed me gently again and whispered in my ear,

“We can't do this anymore,— I made a promise to my bro— if you decide on training, I'll enjoy training you in all areas of Master/slave protocol, I'll enjoy being your workout coach, but I gave my word; I have to live by it. I’m a guest, right now, in Jeb’s home. When you're fully trained,— you will be sold. I can’t interfere."

‘That’s an easy way to give the kid the brush off, to tell him you don’t want him,’ I thought. That was the only thing about the experience that puzzled me. I didn’t know how to feel. I just spent the most intense couple of hours with this man I ever spent with anyone. He opened his heart to me, and I open my door wide for him. What was I to think? Was he just your typical blow-hard leather queen who told you anything you wanted to hear to throw a fuck into you and then erase everything by bolting for the door? I was trying to hint to him I could love him and serve him, but his mind wouldn’t hear it. He was closed to any possibility of him and me. He scared me to death. Yet,— there was an unabashed romantic side to this gentle giant.

Hell,— I certainly didn't want my cock and balls lopped off, and yet,—  I knew, somehow, I had to be with this man again, no matter what the cost. I enjoyed being topped by Jeb and had no problem thinking of him as one of my Masters; however, there was something wild and untamed about Big Jim I never experienced before.

I felt, in my freshly fucked gut, we were destined to be together. I couldn’t help myself  thinking of him not only as a Master, but ‘my’ Master. I could think of no greater purpose in life than to serve this giant man and share his life as one of his possessions. I didn’t want to even think it, but I knew if the price was my cock and balls, I would seriously consider it. No sicker puppy walked the earth than me at that moment. If  I  agreed  to slave training,  Master Jeb would eventually sell me to someone. It could be someone I didn't even know to become his possession.  He made Big Jim promise he wouldn't become attached to me. In a way, I could understand Big Jim’s reluctance,— but come on,—  after what we just shared?  Was I crazy? Was he a sociopath?  Did he have no feelings?

On the other hand, if I didn't enter training, I wouldn't be able to be near Master Jim, and my heart was telling me that wasn’t an option. Should we follow our hearts that all too often get broken, or listen to our school  mar’m priggish brains?  Shit, I really did have a lot to think about and only one week to do it.




End of Chapter 2 ~ The Ties That Bind
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