Confutatis
Maladictus ~ (horrible confusion) Requiem Mass
Master Jeb
released me from my bond. He put his big arms around me and held
me tight for a moment. Then he looked into my eyes to see if my lights
were on.
“You’ve got a
lot to think about, Son. I won’t add anything further to your
confusion, but I must congratulate you and tell you, you passed
every test we gave you. I’m damn proud of you, Son.”
Master Jeb took me in his arms, hugged, and gently kissed me on the
cheek.
‘Now,— why did
he have to say that?’ I thought, “No one’s ever told me they were proud
of me for anything, except him and,— damn it,— I want to believe him.
I’d like nothing better than to think of him as my dad, and dad just
told me he was proud of me.’
“Thank you,
Master Jeb. I appreciate you trying to help me, Sir.”
“You don’t have
to call me ‘Master’ now, Son,— I’ve released you from our agreement.”
“I know, Master
Jeb.” I said without smiling and looking at my boots.
Jeb smiled
to himself and shook his head. “C’mon, Boy,—
I’ll walk you out.” Big Jim said, putting his hand on my butt to escort
me in the direction of the door.
We walked out to
the driveway where my bike was parked. I was going to get on and go. I
didn’t want to say anything that might compromise the big man’s
resolve. I stuck the key in, turned the gas petcock on, put my
boot on the crank getting ready to kick my bike, and felt a
massive hand grab me on my shoulder and spin me around.
“Cut that out,
boy! Get off that bike for a minute!” I didn’t have to obey the
giant. I wasn’t under Master Jeb’s agreement, but something told me I’d
better. I sat my bike on it’s kick stand, threw my leg back and
over, and stood in front of the giant looking down at his boots. I
couldn't look him in the face. He grabbed me pretty roughly to him.
“Don’t play
games with a Master, Son,— he’ll win every time,— he holds all the
cards. You know you wanna' kiss me goodbye, anyway. Well,— I got
a news flash for ya,'— your giant wants to kiss you goodbye, too.”
I slowly
put my arms around him. He reached down to feel the big plug in my ass,
took his big fingers, and pushed on it to make sure it was seated
properly. He instructed me to push back, and I obeyed. He
continued to hold me, but I wouldn’t look up at him. I though if I did
he would surely know I was hurting inside. His gently placed his big
paw under my chin and slowly raised my head to his waiting mouth. He
kissed me gently as he cupped the back of my head with his enormous
hand almost to insure I didn’t pull away from him. Why was he doing
this? He all ready laid the law down to me, and I was trying to get
away with some dignity. Is he trying to break my heart?
I knew I had to
get out of there and fast, or I was going to lose it. I had an enormous
lump in my throat. I kept trying to swallow, but it was lodged
there and wouldn’t go away. I thanked him again for the afternoon, but
added I really had to get home. I got back on my bike. I felt heat
rising in my body as I began to get angry. Goddamn him,— I’ve been to
Hell and back in Nam, and I’m not afraid to stand up to this big
bastard even if he does make three of me. The situation was like a one
sided blow job, and I’m the fool on his knees. I cranked my bike to
start it. He walked in front and looked at me with the saddest eyes. I
melted and forgot anything mean spirited or clever I was going to say.
“Will you answer
a question for me, Master?” he stepped to my side to hear me better
over the noise of the engine.
“If I can, boy.”
“Well,” I said,
“it’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. Can you handle that?”
“Don’t be
disrespectful, boy.”
“I’m from the
South, Master,— where I was taught respect is a two-way street.”
“What’s your
question, boy?”
“Do you believe
in love at first sight?” I no sooner got the words out when that
lump in my throat prompted one stupid, son of a bitching, tear to roll
down my cheek.
“I don’t believe
in love anymore.” he answered gruffly as he looked away into the
distance. He slowly returned his gaze to me hoping I wasn’t looking at
him, but I was. I saw the flash in his eyes, and he quickly
averted his gaze. He lied to me! He also knew I saw it. He
knew there was no doubt in my mind, I caught him in a lie. If
that wasn’t bad enough, he began to blush bright red. I looked away
from him trying to regain some modicum of composure. I studied the
handle bars of my bike trying to think of something profound to say but
I was in too much pain. I knew it was time for Ber’Rabbit to run
away. I just wanted to find the nearest rabbit hole, pop down it,
and pull it in after me.
I didn’t plan to
say what I did next, but I think sometimes an angel or God puts words
in our heads.
“You’re right,
Jim. You win,— I’ll admit,— you hold all the cards,—all but one. You
better check your deck again. You’re only hold’n fifty-one cards. That
lie you just told me cost you your jack of hearts.” with that I
gunned my bike, slammed it into gear with my boot, and was off down the
street. Big Jim stood for a moment, stunned, his mouth open, a half
smile on his big face like he’d been cut down a notch or two, watching
an angry young man, a hurt young man, who wanted nothing more than to
love and serve him, disappear down the hill into the night.
He’d been an
giant asshole. Why did he treat the kid that way? He prided himself on
being good to all people, and here he was being Mr. Hard-ass biker
Master. ‘You never could tell a lie and get away with it. You
fuck’n light up like gum ball machine, and everyone knows you’re
lying.’ he thought to himself. 'That kid is no exception. He’s
the last one you should’ve lied to. His head is up in lights. It
has a direct line to his heart. You deserved what you got. Hell,
he was just trying to protect himself. He wasn’t the least bit
intimidated by you or your size. He saw a killer shot and went
directly for your heart. You made a stupid move, and he nailed
your big ass the barn door.
Maybe it’s for
the best. If the kid decides not to enter training, then I don’t have
to mask my feelings. Or worse,— have my best friend become angry with
me if he suspects my true feelings. Jeb’s not a man you want to anger
or go back on your word to him. Damn,— I haven’t felt this bad
since Scout died. Could I really have walked into that room, seen the
boy with a belly full of piss and fallen in love with him? Naw,
it just don’t happen. Who’re you trying to kid? You fell in love
with Scout the minute he got out from under that truck. You knew you
didn’t want to live another day without him by your side.
Then why did you
give Beau the bit about looking you up? Were you trying to
impress him with your sincerity just to get into his ass? No, no, damn
it, I could’ve had that anyway. There was something about him I wanted,
I needed. Well, you’d better give it up asshole you alienated the
kid, you lied to him, he caught you in a bald face lie, and you can’t
handle it. The kid rode off with a major chunk of you heart in his back
pocket. You could lose your best friend if you don’t get it
together. ’ He shook his head and laughed at himself.
“The little
fucker nailed me to the wall. I like that in him. Hell, I like me
in him. No, I LOVE me in him. Jeb’s right, he’ll be a hard one to
break, but when someone does, Sweet Jesus, Mary, Joseph, what a slave
he will make.’ he chuckled to himself.
‘The scamp cut
my legs off at the knees without raising his voice. Well done,
boy.’ Big Jim thought to himself, ‘Butch bottom my ass. He’s more
like a Goddamn bull dog. Bull dog Butch. Humm. He stood up to me
and killed the giant without firing a shot. Bull dog Butch, the giant
killer.’ He thought as he slowly walked into the house. He
laughed again at himself.
‘Be honest with
yourself, old man, he killed you the first time you laid eyes on him,
and he continued killing you with his need and hunger for you.
You, old romantic son of a bitch, you know you would’ve claimed him
for your slave right then and there. Go on admit it to yourself.
Be as big as your body for once in you life. You told him you may never
find what you had with Scout again. You knew it was a Goddamn lie the
minute it came out of your mouth. You were laying there holding an
equal or greater treasure. I guess the old bard on the Avon was right,
us mortals weave a lot of webs only to deceive ourselves. Well,—
what the Hell are you gonna’ do about it you giant asshole? What you
usually do? Nothing? Hoping it will take care of itself? Go away?’
The giant man
walked into the house, his shoulders slumped over the way he did when
he was a kid and embarrassed about his height and size. He lumbered
into the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked into a
small sitting room Jeb used as a communal gathering/T.V. room off the
main living room. It was the best view in the house and looked out
across the lights of downtown Los Angeles. He sat down in an
overstuffed chair and began to drink his beer. Jeb came in to look for
him.
“You in here,
Jim?”
“Yeah, Jeb,— I’m
right here.”
“Why you sitting
in the dark?”
“Enjoying the
view and the lights.”
“Yeah,— is kinda
peaceful, ain’t it? Mind if I join ya’?” Jeb said as he popped
open his beer.
“‘Course not,
Jeb,— sit down.”
The two men sat
in silence for a while drinking their beer. Jeb spoke first.
“Well?” Jeb said
questioningly.
“He’s a good
kid.” Big Jim said with a heavy sigh, “He’s angry ‘bout
something;— s’got some bug up his ass, but he has a great deal of
heart and love to give some lucky Master. You amaze me, brother, how
you can size ‘em up so quickly. He’s a butch bottom all
right. My size didn’t strike the least bit of fear in him. He
took one look at me and knew where I lived; not only the address but
the zip code as well.” Jeb laughed at Big Jim’s appraisal.
“Yeah,— he’s a
bit of a puzzle.” Jeb sighed deeply, “If he agrees he’ll be the last
one.”
“Get out ‘a
here, bro — you don’t mean that?”
“I do mean it,
Jim. I’m getting too damn old to stay three jumps ahead of these
young bucks who wanna’ be turned into useful slave-boys overnight.”
“Then why him?”
Jim asked almost knowing what the answer would be.
“He’s rare. How
many slaves can you think of you could really call a natural? I
can count ‘em on one hand. Remember, — you had a Hell of a time
breaking Scout and training him to become the slave you wanted.”
“Let’s don’t
talk about Scout, Bro.”
“I’m sorry,
Jim,— but you know the point I’m making.”
“Yeah,— I know.
I guess the only three slaves I could think of as naturals would be
Billy, Titus, and Oscar. Oh, yeah, and maybe, Griz, Cowboy and
Wes.” Jim said thoughtfully, "‘Course, Wes is gone now."
“I agree. Those
are the only five I could think, six including Wes,— out of,
maybe fifty slaves we know.” replied Jeb. “Do you think
he’ll go for it?” Big Jim asked quietly.
“It’s hard to
tell with him. All that anger masks his true feelings. It was a plus
sign when he continued to call me Master after I released him, but I
just don’t know. All the others I could read like a dime store novel,
but him, there’s something different about him. I can’t put my finger
on it. You know what I mean?”
“Oops, I knooow
that look.” Big Jim smiled knowingly.
“Don’t be silly.
He’s another would be slave; however, one of the most exciting
prospects I’ve met in a long while. There’s things I know about him I
haven’t shared with you that may make him the greatest slave prospect
I’ve ever had. He just may be my masterpiece.” Jeb giggled,
then added, “Pun intended.” The two men broke up laughing.
“Well, bro, I
don’t think you have anything to worry about. He’ll say ‘yes.’”
“How’s that?”
Jeb questioned
“His eyes told
me more'n his mouth did, and his body;— I played him like a cheap
fiddle and he resonated from deep inside like a fucking fine violin.
He’d make a Master four feet tall feel like a Goddamn giant.”
“Yeah, I felt
that, too, Jim.” Jeb said quietly.
The two men sat
in silence for a few minutes. Jeb got up and headed out of the
room.
“The kid wore me
out, I’m going to bed. Good night, Jim”
“Good night, bro
— mind if I make a phone call?”
“Naw, go ahead,
use my desk.”
Jeb left to go
to bed. Big Jim moved to Jeb’s big desk and turned on the Banker’s
light. Beau’s folder was sitting on top of the desk. Big Jim picked up
the phone and dialed 411.
“Yes, operator,
could you give me the number for Western
Union.”
Part II ~ All
The Way Home.
It ain’t easy to
ride a vibrating BSA with your cock in a cage and a huge plug up your
butt. From Mt. Washington to Silverlake is about eight miles as the
crow flies. I didn’t give a shit; couldn’t anyway. I was so
damn hurt and angry at the big son of a bitch, I didn’t pay attention
to the discomfort;— until, the drive around the lake. Even at seventy
miles per hour, on the back of a British bike, on a cold spring night
in Los Angeles, around the lake in the Silverlake district, with a plug
up your butt can seem like an eternity in slow motion. Wouldn’t
you know,— I was just my fucking luck, the damn thing was making me
horny again. Ben-the-dick-arnold was growing in his cage and
getting tight,— really tight.
I had to give
the giant bastard credit, I hadn’t leaked a drop out of my ass. I
arrived at the turn for my street, but decided to take the back route
to my place over Descanso Drive. The trees have uprooted the street to
make it uneven and bumpy. In a car you have to go really slow or
it will bounce you so badly your head will hit the roof of the car. I
flew over it with my bike which gave my ass such a good hard fucking I
felt like I was being fucked by the giant again. I guess in a way, I
was. The piss in my belly was sloshing around, the piss and come
in my ass was going crazy, and the plug was far enough inside my ass to
thoroughly massage my prostate. I shot so hard in my levis I thought I
was going down with the bike. Instead, I pulled over with the
motor still running leaned across the handle bars and gunned the engine
as I came,— and came,— and came again.
I lay there for
a minute over my handle bars,— drained,— with come running down both
legs, thinking to myself, ‘Showed that son of a bitch! I don’t need my
hand to get off, and by the way, you giant asshole, thanks for the
plug, it came in handy.’ Then I threw my head back
and laughed harder than I ever laughed at anything or anybody in
my life. It was catharsis, epiphany, and climax,— the relief
sisters,— all rolled into one. I was over it, I let go, just like I did
all those times in Nam. I’d have someone tell me, 'Let it go,'
and I obeyed. You were empty then, and you’re empty now; however, at
that moment it seemed easier to live on empty than to live with
pain.
I pulled into my
garage still laughing at myself with my levis full of come running down
my legs. I was a living testament to the old saying, 'Where
there’s a will there’s a way.' Now this week if I wanted to get off all
I’d have to do is shove Master Jim's big plug back into my ass and head
for Descanso Drive. Voila, instant fucking! Except next time I think
I’ll wear a sanitary napkin. I laughed again as I walked into my
apartment. I made myself a drink, fed puss, and headed for the
bathroom. I barely got on the toilet, removed Big Jim's plug, before
the bottom fell out. He was right, it wasn't easy getting his
plug out; — it was tight, but I managed to remove it. Afterwards,
I got in the shower to clean myself and hosed out my ass. I decided to
Hell with Big Jim's orders, I wasn't going to wear that damn plug all
the time. I was convinced he was a crazy man, and crazier still, to
think I'd follow his stupid order.
I no sooner got
out of the shower, toweled myself dry when the door bell rang. Damn it!
I didn’t know where my robe was. Well maybe it’s my neighbor,
he’s use to my strange ways. I wrapped my towel around my waist and
headed for the door. Damn,— it was the Western Union man, and he
wanted me to sign for the damn thing. I took the clip board from him
and no sooner signed my name when my towel dropped from my waist. His
jaw dropped open like a dirt shovel, and I looked down to see my erect
cock in it’s cage. What could I do? I just laughed and told
him,
“I broke my dick
about two weeks ago in a construction accident, and this is a new
medical procedure to straightened it.” He shook his head, smiled
knowingly and left. I roared with laughter again at the absurdity of it
all. He didn’t believe me for a minute.
A telegram! Oh,
shit! You never get a telegram unless someone in the family's
died. Oh, God, who? Dad, Gladys, Turner? I tore it open
with shaking hands and read: To: Bull Dog Butch the giant killer(Stop)
The answer is yes, I do believe(Stop) You’re right, I did lie to
you(Stop) I’m sorry.(Stop)You are ordered to forgive this giant
A-hole(Stop) Do it now, Son(Stop) Don’t hold onto it.(Stop) Jim
I fell across
the bed and cried until I could cry no more. Confused, happy, excited,—
the most alive I’d felt in years. Yet,— there was this killer empty
feeling deep inside my gut I thought would break me into. It hurt so
bad I found myself curling up into a fetal position. As I lay
there it occurred to me the empty feeling was because I didn't have
that damn plug in my butt any longer. I laughed at myself, but
couldn't sake the sadness; the feeling of loss. It was like, somehow,
without the plug in my butt I didn’t belong anymore. When it was
planted securely up my ass I had a connection to Master
Jim. I didn’t have him physically, but I still had his control
looming over me. Why was my conscience doing this to me?
Perhaps, I was just experiencing post-partum depression, I told myself.
'Fuck it,— it’s
Friday night. Think I’ll go out to the bars. Why on Earth would you
wanna' go out to the bars tonight, you asshole, you’ve been fucked
royally three times today,— came twice? What more do you want?'
'NOT TO SIT HOME
ALONE!' my mind yelled at me.
I laid out my
leathers to wear to the bar. I put everything on and was surprised to
find they fit over the cage just fine. In fact, it made my crotch bulge
a little bigger. That was a plus when I was going trolling. (pun
intended) I looked around the apartment to see if I forgot anything and
it hit me again,— hard, in the gut,— it had been several hours since
something large had been shoved up my ass and I felt so empty,—
lonely. There was a hole in the pit of my gut I can’t describe.
This must be what Master Jeb talked about. Could imprinting happen so
fast? For all my anger at him, all my frustration, all I
knew was I wouldn’t get out of the apartment without Big Jim’s plug up
my butt. Angrily I threw off my leathers,— angry at his control
over me; angrier still, at my allowing myself to be manipulated
by him.
It really pissed
me off. Big Jim was neither aware nor could appreciate what he
created in me; or was he? Was Master Jeb right? Did I really
crave their control that much to have my conscience translate my guilt
from not obeying Big Jim into physical pain? I didn't know, but I
knew I couldn't leave my apartment without his plug. I cleaned the huge
plug, greased it up, moved the leather strap and ring out of the way,
inserted it in my ass, and moved the ring back to lock it into
place. Okay, do I have to say it? Laugh if you will, but I once
again felt complete.
Then I put my
leathers back on and headed to the garage to get my bike. I
arrived at the bar and Jerry, the door boy, let me in.
“You put on a
little weight? He ask. I laughed.
“I wish.” I
replied.
I bought a beer
and stood in my usual spot to watch,— and that’s what I did,— watch.
Not a soul walked up to me to say a word. Not even people I knew, but
the more beer I had, the less I cared and the better Master Jim’s plug
felt. It was as if the big son of a bitch’s huge hand had reached
all the way to the bar and was fucking my butt. Why was I here?
Descanso Drive was calling me. I rode the bike home slowly and decided
not to do Descanso. I put my bike in the garage and went into my
apartment. I fell across the bed and re-read Master Jim’s telegram. I
put it inside my leather jacket near my heart and fell into a deep
sleep. Saturday morning found me in my leathers, ass plugged, cock
caged with a roaring boner.
What was I going
to do? I couldn’t keep driving over Descanso? What would the
neighbors say? I laughed at my fantasy. ‘Okay,’ I told
myself, ‘it’s time you make some commitments not only to others but to
yourself. The man cared enough about you to put this damn cage on you
to teach you a little control. Why work at defeating him? You’ve all
ready proved you could. Swallow your pride and allow him to control
your life for a week. See if you can handle it. Despite his lousy
attitude pretend he’s your Master. It’s only a week. He did send a
telegram sort of half-ass apologizing; however, he didn’t say he was
going to change his resolve not to interfere.
While you
forgive him, you’re no further along than you were in his driveway last
night. Well shit,— just go back Friday and tell them to get
this damned cage off you. Then tell them, both, to kiss your ass and go
to Hell. If he doesn’t want me then I don’t want him. Who are you
trying to kid? You want that man in the worst way. Okay, okay, I
flipped for him big time, but it’s just infatuation, a school boy
crush. After all, do you really want to give up your cock and balls for
this man? What are you willing to pay for what you want? Oh, Hell, it’s
going to be a long week, a Hellish week; seven days of pure
Hell.' On the other hand, just think how you reacted after only
two hours without his plug up you butt.
Sunday I hung
around the apartment and didn’t do much; watched T.V., talked to my
bike buddy, Griff. He called to ask if I wanted to ride with him
to Badger Flats this year. He told me he had a new young, good
looking boy he was fucking,— a really butch little mother fucker, who
liked to wear women’s lingerie to get fucked. I asked him if that was a
turnoff and he said,
“No,— he still
gets fucked!”
I just laughed
and told him, 'yes,' I would go, not thinking about the future. Did I
want to go riding this afternoon? No, I was going to rest up for the
week ahead.
Part III ~ Big
Daddy Jake
“This is the
night, when the heavens are bright, and they call it, bella notte.”
From Disney’s Lady and The Tramp
Monday ~ I
breezed through work with no problem. My supervisor at work, Sam
Jenkins, stopped me.
“Something’s
different about you today, Beau. You’re walking with a spring in your
step.” he put his arm around me as we walked and leaned in close,
“C’mon, kid, you can tell old Sam. You either fell in love over
the weekend or you got a plug up your butt.” Sam never said anything
personal to me during the three years I worked there. I was shocked but
laughed at his statement. Then I wondered if he really could tell. How
would he know about a plug in a man’s butt? I wasn’t about to
admit it nor was I about to ask.
“Naw,
Sir,” I smiled when I got myself together, "but, I’ll tell
ya,’ Sam, at this point in my life either one doesn’t sound too damn
bad.” We laughed together.
“Well,—
something’s different about you. You got a glow about you I haven’t
seen before, but you know what, Son,— it looks good on you.
Whatever it is,— I’m happy for you.” He walked away chuckling to
himself.
‘If you only
knew, Sam,— if you only knew.’ I thought to myself.
I wondered about
Sam. He was big, somewhat attractive, and ruggedly
handsome. It was obvious he took good care of his body.
Someone said when he was younger he rode the rodeo circuit and was a
champion saddle bronc rider. I tried to imagine him breaking me
in with a big ole pair of cowboy boots, chaps and spurs, a big, wide
brimmed hat waving it about as he hollered to the cowboy at the gate,
'Let ‘em buck!' I’d make damn sure he stayed in the saddle
until the eight second buzzer sounded, then I’d tame down right nice
and give that old, scarred cowboy the ride of his life. Whee
dogies! Come shot fantasy number nine. Tuesday,
Wednesday, passed with a full work schedule at the garage. I worked
hard, and got in some overtime. I wore Big Jim’s plug round the clock
for five days. The ring strapped it in so tight I didn’t have to worry
about losing it. It began to feel like a part of me. I felt empty
without it. It was kind of like a baby’s pacifier. A slave needs a
pacifier in his hole to satisfy his butt sucking urges until his Master
gives him the good feeding of what his boy needs. I laughed as I
pictured Big Jim turning me over his knee afterward and slapping me on
my butt to burp me.
It certainly
acted like a pacifier. I’d lay down on the creeper to slide under
a big truck, spread my legs, draw my feet close to the base of the
creeper, and get the full strength of Master Jim's big plug fucking me
as I worked on a transmission. I’d make my ass suck on it every
so often to make it give me a good fucking for a minute or two. He told
me I could, and it would keep me hard all day.
Thursday
afternoon I was under a big Mack truck changing the oil. Jake, my
straight buddy and foreman, thought it was great fun to sneak up
on me, put the tip of his big work boot right on my asshole and act
like he was trying to fuck me with it. It was all good natured fun to
him, and I went along with it as it seemed to bond us in a friendship.
He liked me because I was a good sport about it and gave as good as I
got. I liked Jake. He was a little older than I, and he
dripped with redneck sex appeal. He was full blooded Italian with
raging male hormones he obviously didn’t get fully taken care of at
home. Jacobinni Antonio Carmine Raggazzi. Ray-got’s-Z, he
told me to pronounce it. He had seven kids and was a good provider and
father. When I first began work at the garage he took me under his wing
like a mother hen and taught me the basics of the trade; however, not
until he tested me by giving me every shit job in the place to do for
several months.
Jake was the
shop foreman; the ram rod of the shop, who divided up the work,
assigned it, and made sure it got done. He was also a fount of
mechanical knowledge. Up to that time, I never met a man who knew
as much about mechanics. We were buds, but only at the shop. He was a
rough edged, foul mouthed, temperamental, sincere, intelligent, but
caring man. He was passionately Italian and could flash in a second,
but he never did with me. I seemed to have a calming effect on him, but
he knew he could get away with almost anything with me. He mistakenly
thought he hurt my feelings one day, came to me with his hat in his
hand, and cried as he apologized. I assured him there was nothing to
apologize for, he didn’t hurt my feeling. I had him laughing again in
five minutes calling me an asshole.
I liked
Jake immediately. I liked him a lot. Yes,— Goddamn it,— I
liked him that way, too! He exuded raw, animal sexuality that I
had no immunity against. I got roaring hard every time he put his
big wop arm around my shoulder in a gesture of friendship. Thank, God,
for coveralls. They’re so baggy you usually can’t tell anything about a
man’s crotch. I didn’t even mind doing the shit jobs he assigned me. I
was determined to do them well with a good attitude. My personality,
exactly opposite, drew us together like Yin and Yang. I called him Rags
or Big Daddy Jake and he loved it. Nobody got close enough to
Jake to give him a nickname. I did, and he thought that was okay.
Everybody in the shop started calling him that, too. He didn’t mind the
other guys calling him Rags, he sort of liked that, but he let them
know I was the only one who could call him Daddy Jake.
He was a little
taller than me and strong as an ox. He was built stout. He looked
like a damn fireplug. He had the neatest little beer gut that
barely hung over his wide black leather belt. I would jack off and
fantasize about blowing him, having that little gut hit me in the
forehead every stroke my throat took on his big Italian sausage. He’d
find me by myself during break, put his big arm over my shoulder, and
in a soft voice would say,
“Daddy Jake
fucked his little boy good this afternoon, didn’t he?”
I think he
sensed I was gay, but this was his way of handling it. He knew he liked
me and wanted, somehow, to resolve the conundrum within himself. This
was his way of doing it, and I played along without pushing. He
loved to make me blush and have me go along with his shit.
“Damn,—
Daddy Jake,— you really did fuck your little boy good today. Gotta’
give credit where credit’s due. Fuck,— I almost came today.
Promise you’ll fuck me good again tomorrow?” He’d laugh, whomp me on
the back, call me an asshole, but he’d always add,
“You bet, kid,—
I love fucking my little boy.”
“You’re so good
at it, too, Daddy Jake.” I’d tell him and he’d roar with laughter.
In the
afternoon, I was under a big Case truck working on the linkage.
He zeroed in on my butt, got his big boot dead on my ass and
started his fucking my ass routine. This time instead of jumping I
relaxed and raised my feet in the air so he could get his best shot. He
put the flat of his heavy vibram sole boot right where he thought my
ass would be and continued his fucking action. He couldn’t figure it
out, but I was going along with it. That was good enough for him. About
the sixth big push with his boot I shot in my coveralls and began
moaning. I wrapped my legs around his big boot and urged him to
continue.
“C’mon, Daddy
Jake. That was damn good! C’mon,— fuck your little boy
good! I know you got another one in that big, hot, Italian work
boot of yours. Give it to your little boy, Daddy Jake! Let
chur’ little boy have it! ‘At’s it! “At’s it! Right there!
Yeah! A little harder right there, Daddy Jake! Woah, damn,
Daddy Jake! Woah, you be fuck’n me good, Daddy Jake. Sooo
good! One more big one, Daddy Jake, stomp that mother
fucker! Ahhhhhhhh! Oh, oh,— oh! Arrrrggggg!” I
groaned as I shot the biggest load I had in a long time. He thought it
was all an act on my part. He got in the mood of the scene and
started to pump me faster and harder. Was I surprised? He never
did that before, but he seemed to be enjoying it. I relaxed and raised
my ass higher in the air to let him have at it. He really got into it
and pumped me so hard I shot again. I couldn’t take anymore, I
was drained. I started laughing, called him a dirty, old, wop son
of a bitch, and told him to back off the game was over.
“You all right,
Son?” He looked under the truck at me with the biggest grin on
his big goom-ba face.
“I’m all right,
Daddy Jake.” I said breathless and still laughing, “Damn,— that
was a good, hot fuck’n, Daddy Jake! Thank you.” He laughed and
walked away. I rolled over on the creeper groaning and spent. It took
me five minutes laying there to recover. I laughed to myself thinking
if he knew what he’d just done he’d piss in his pants. I got out from
under the truck, walked over to a box of clean rags for cleaning our
hands, grabbed one, unzipped the front of my coveralls and began to
clean myself. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jake walk by my bay
again. He stopped, looked, and saw me cleaning myself. I
pretended I didn’t see him and went about my business. I saw this
knowing grin spread across his face. He shook his head as he
walked on with just a little more spring in his step. Later, on
break that afternoon, he was reserved and didn’t do his Big Daddy
Jake, Italian, goom-ba routine, so I thought I’d yank his chain.
“Damn,
Daddy Jake! You were really good this afternoon. Don’t get
me wrong, you always fuck me good, Daddy Jake, but today you were extra
special good,— no Hell,— you were grrreeaaat! Like Tony the tiger
great.”
Jake almost
broke into a smile, was quiet for a moment, then looked me in the eye.
“You came,
didn’t chu’?” he asked quietly, smiling as he looked down at his
big boots.
“Twice,— thanks
to you, Daddy Jake! That was one Hell of a good hot, boot fuck’n
you gimme.' You fucked me so damn good, I couldn’t help it.
I apologize, Daddy Jake. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but you
were just so damn, fuck’n good I couldn’t hold it. I’ve almost
come several times when you fucked me before with your boot, but you
always stopped just about the time I was about ready to hit.” I smiled
sweetly. He shook his head and smiled back. I could tell he still had
questions. I wasn’t going to give him a thing.
“No apology
necessary, Son. Glad I could help my boy out. There's just
one thing I wanna' know.”
“Yeah, what’s
‘at, Daddy Jake?”
“What afternoon
do you want Daddy Jake to drop by your apartment and show you how good
he can really fuck you?”
I thought to
myself, ‘ WHAT?!’ I almost choked on my coffee and burned my
hand, ‘WHAT DID HE SAY TO ME?! Did I hear him right? Hot,
straight, Italian stud wants to come by my apartment and fuck me
in the butt with his dick? At that very moment I was sure there
must be a God!
“My door’s
always open for my Daddy Jake.” I giggled and I played along,
giving him enough rope. I had to see where this would go.
“Okay,— I’ll
stop by this afternoon.” He smiled and winked at me.
“You all ready
got me off twice, Daddy Jake, you think you can get me off again?”
“Well,— Hell,—
if you came twice don’t you think your old dad deserves to get his?” He
made a damn good point. The old son of a bitch made me feel bad, and
God knows, I'd love to take care of him.
“Of course,
Daddy Jake. I’m sorry. I was being selfish thinking about how good that
big, fat Italian sausage would feel fucking my little boy butt. I’d be
proud and honored to play catcher for your team, Dad.” I looked
down like I was a bad, unworthy, and ungrateful son.
“That’s okay,
Son, but once I get up inside you, and I’m fucking you pretty hard you
probably won’t be able to hold back. I’m a really good fucker.” he
seemed serious. He wasn’t smiling.
‘When did it
stop being a game?’ I thought to myself, ‘Oh Hell, this is just
'goom-ba' talk he won’t follow through.’
“What do you
have in your ass?” he asked point blank. My poor hand was
getting scalded from spilling hot coffee on myself. He laughed at me
and handed me a paper towel.
“A big, black
plug my other daddy makes me wear.” I answered.
“Can I feel it?”
he asked. I was blown away by his boldness, but by this time I
was ready for anything. I don’t know why I was so shocked?
He’d shocked me a Hell of a lot worse before,— why should today be any
different? Hell, he knew he could get away with anything with me.
“Sure, Daddy
Jake.” I jumped off the bench and stood in front of him. I could
feel him feeling around the ring that held my plug in place, and then
around the outside circumference of the plug itself. He felt the
center, and the dirty old man pushed on it. I pushed back with my
ass and, he pushed a little harder. Satisfied, he took his hand
away and whistled long and low.
“Know
what? If I was your daddy, I’d make you wear it, too.
Remind you of who’s the fuck’n boss and who cares about you.” I was
stunned Jake would say something that thoughtful and perceptive.
Then he asked, “You sure your daddy won’t mind me fucking you?”
“Naw,— he’s away
for several weeks, but he has a couple of his buddies come by to keep
my ass fucked regularly. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a bit if you wanted
to help. Besides,— it ain't like you’re gonna’ knock me up or
nothing.” I smiled at him, and we both laughed. Jake got
serious again.
‘Oh, God, what
was coming next?’ I thought.
“He must love
you a lot to take care of you like that? I’d be glad to help out. You
tell him anytime he has to go away, I’ll stand in for him. I’ll
be glad to keep you fucked real good. I could always stop by on my way
home from work and throw a good hard fuck in ya.’ Son,— when I
fuck's ya,’— you’ll stay fucked, two, maybe three days at a time.
He won’t have to get those other guys.”
“Damn, you’re a
thoughtful man, Daddy Jake.” I told him with my tongue stuffed in my
cheek. He was sincere, and I just couldn’t burst his bubble. “I’m sure
he’d appreciate that, but I have to tell you he never allows me to
touch his plug. Whoever fucks me has to remove it, and put it back
after he uses me.”
“Oh, I don’t
mind. That’s no problem. I think keeping your ass plugged is a great
idea as long as I can grab a feel now and then, and fuck you with my
boot like I did today. No wonder you came twice, you little piggy! I
knew something was wrong when you wrapped your legs around my old boot,
wouldn’t let me go, and kept urging me to fuck you harder.” said Daddy
Jake with a smirk. “That was fucking hot.” he added chuckling to
himself.
“No, Daddy,— it
was two times hot.” we both roared with laughter.
Break was over.
Daddy Jake stood up and had a little wet spot at the crotch of his
coveralls. I smiled sweetly and yanked his chain again.
“Uuh,
‘scuse me, Daddy Jake, what’s that little spot on your
coveralls. Spill coffee on ya’? Piss your pants?” I
laughed at him.
“No, Red Riding
Hood, that’s what us men call smegma, man lubricant, for lubing man
holes.” At least he didn’t lose his sense of humor. It was
still alive and fully intact. “All the better to fuck you with
you smart ass little piss-ant.” then he roared with laughter.
God, I liked Jake.
“Oh, by the way,
Daddy Jake, you hav’ta fuck me wearing them big, bad-ass boots you got
on.”
“Holy Mother,
I’ve fantasized about fucking somebody with my big stompers on.
May’s well be you, boy. Don’t worry that pretty little head of
yours none, Daddy Jake’s gonna’ tear off a piece of that little
butt you won’t soon forget.”
“You’re such an
old sweet talker, Daddy Jake.” I teased him. The rest of the afternoon
dragged, but Jake came by to visit me twice like a male dog sniffs a
female in heat, making hot little sexual statements, reaching down when
no one was looking to feel the plug in my butt.
“My old dick’s
just drooling thinking about gettin’ into that hot, little ass-pussy of
yours. Do you mind if I call it that?”
“You can call it
anything you like as long as you give it a good fucking.” I was
really having fun and the Devil in me just couldn’t resist yanking his
chain some more. “You gonna’ need me to suck that big thing for you a
little bit to get you good and hard, Daddy Jake?” I asked seductively.
“What,— are you
kidding, boy? Look!”
Jake pulled his
baggy coveralls tight across his front so I could see the outline of
his hard cock. Damn,— it looked like the Lochness monster.
I started laughing, and told him I was looking forward to giving it a
ride.
“Would you mind
if I licked it a few times for you?” I teased him.
“Sweet Jesus,—
what time you got, boy?” then “You like to be fucked gentle or can you
take it really hard?”
“Hard as you can
fuck me, Daddy Jake.”
“Whooo, damn,—
I’m gonna’ talk to Sam he owes me a couple of favors. He’ll let us go a
few minutes early.” He went over to Sam and came back to help me put my
tools away.
“Let’s go,
boy. Your ass is mine for a while, you’re on my fucking time so
get your ass in gear.”
I was laughing
my ass off at his urgency. He was really hot, and his motor was
in overdrive. I thought, 'Well,— if I’m gonna’ be a slave I may as well
practice on Jake and go into it with a bang.' I chuckled to
myself at my self-impudence. Beside, I’d wondered for a long time
what it might be like to have big Daddy Jake fuck the holy shit out of
me. I was about to find out.
Jake knew where
I lived. He’d dropped me off a few times when I walked or got a ride to
work with a friend because I had my bike torn apart to repair. He was a
good friend, but I hoped this wasn’t going to ruin our friendship. When
we got into the apartment I told him to get us a beer out of the
fridge. We drank for a minute, and I smiled at him.
“Jake,— is this
going to hurt our friendship?”
“Fuck no, kid,—
you know the way I feel about you. You’re like the fucking kid brother
I never had. If anything it’s gonna’ make our friendship stronger.”
“You mean you’d
fuck your little brother?”
“If he had an
ass like yours and wanted to take a ride on Bubba’s horsey? Does
a frog have a watertight asshole?”
“Okay,— I just
don’t wanna’ lose your friendship,— it’s important to me.” He
looked at me with glazed eyes and wiped a tear away.
“I’ve never had
a friend tell me that;— thanks, kid.”
“Well, after
all,” I tried to lighten the mood,”you are my good, fucking Daddy Jake,
ain’t cha’?”
“You’re gonna’
find out how good a fuck Daddy Jake can be pretty damn quick.”
“Okay, Jake,
let’s get to it. I’ll get undressed and you can, too, in that other
bedroom if you like.”
“I’ll be back in
a minute.” Jake replied.
I got undressed
and stood naked for a minute. Jake strolled back in the room with
no self consciousness, his big Italian dick sticking straight up passed
his belly button. It must have been ten inches of fat Italian sausage.
He’d put his boots back on and laced them up. Damn they were hot. He
knew it, too, and stomped a couple of times for effect. Jake smiled to
see the look of lust on my face.
“Is this enough
hose to fill your tank, Son?”
“I think it
might bring me a modicum of comfort” I shot back. Then I added, “Your
wife is one, Goddamn, lucky woman, Daddy Jake.” we both laughed.
Jake saw the
cock cage and belt on me. He looked a little startled. He walked over
and boldly examined first the belt then the cage. He was fascinated but
not the least put off. He surprised me.
“Your fucking
dad really knows what he’s doing. I don’t know him, but I know I’d like
him. I can tell he really cares a lot for you. Doesn’t want anyone
playing with your boy prick, huh?”
“Well,— that,—
but most of all, he doesn’t want ME playing with it. He wants me to
come only when he’s fucking me.”
“Well,— now,—
you can’t fault the man for that, Son. I’d keep you the same damn way.
The only time you should be allowed to come is when your old man, one
of his buddies, or me is fuck’n you.” Jake said with all
seriousness. ‘Why you old pervert!,’ I thought to myself and
laughed. You work with someone every day, day in, day out, and
since you see them so much you forget how special they can be as
individuals. I was beginning to realize how special Jake was to
me. He was about to become a LOT more special. I handed him a towel and
told him what to do to remove my plug. I pulled the ring strap away
from my ass. He didn’t hesitate to grab hold of it, and pop it
out into the waiting towel. He folded the towel over it and handed it
to me. He whistled low as he felt how large and heavy it was.
“Damn,— that’s a
BIG plug. You been wearing that damn thing to work all week?” he didn’t
wait for a reply, “Look at my fuck’n dick, it’s dripping just
thinking about you wearing that big fucker up your butt and me stomping
your little ass with my big boot. Shit, no wonder you came twice.”
“Felt good, too.
That last one almost wiped me out. Think you can fuck me again
tomorrow, Daddy Jake?” I laughed.
“Hell, yes,
Boy,— try’n stop me.” he laughed, too. I took the towel from him.
“Thanks, Jake,—
I’ll be back in a minute. I’m gonna’ jump in the shower and hose my ass
out.”
“Hose your ass
out?” Jake asked.
“Yeah, Daddy,—
so I don’t get your dick dirty. Take me a minute. Relax, have another
beer.”
“Thanks, kid,— I
will.”
I finished,
dried off and came back into the bedroom. Jake lay across the bed with
his rock hard dick laying across his belly. He had on his work boots
all tightly laced to the top. Damn,— I never knew they laced all the
way to the knee.
“Damn, fucking,
hot boots, Daddy Jake.”
“Don’t know why
but I thought you’d like ‘em. I ordered a pair after you showed me
yours.”
“Can I clean ‘em
up for you?”
“Sure, you got a
rag?”
“Don’t need no
rag, Daddy Jake.”
I grabbed his
big heavy boot, brought it up to my mouth, and started cleaning the
grease and grime off with my tongue. Jake was fascinated but didn’t say
a word until both were spit clean. He raised first one then the
other and smiled. Something in that simple act of subservience changed
our positions from smart-ass kid and bull of the woods to protective
conquering hero and needy, handsome, young serf. He was primed,
conditioned, imprinted, that it was all right to take charge of the
situation for his enjoyment as well as mine. Could Jake be imprinted to
become a Master. Naaaaw,— just couldn’t happen; however, I had an
idea, he’d make a great one. Stranger things have happened. I never
thought in a million years he’d be nude on my bed hotter than a pistol
to get his dick up my butt.
“Good job, Son.
Now that I know your talents I’ll expect more from you.”
“Thanks, Daddy
Jake, glad to be of service.”
“Now,— is that
harness gonna’ get in the way?” he asked.
“Naw, Daddy,—
it’s gonna’ help you.”
I lay on the
edge of the bed and raised my legs in the air for him to see. The four
inch ring pushed my ass cheeks away and gave a bulls eye effect
to my rosebud.
“Damn, that’s
hot. I see what you mean. Your daddy sure knows what he’s doing.
Do you want me to shower, Son?”
“Hell no, Daddy
Jake, I love the way you smell after a good hard days work at the
garage. I’ve almost come sometime when you sat close to me at break and
put your arm around me.”
“Well,— why the
Hell didn’t you say something?”
“You weren’t
ready, Jake,” I replied seriously, "you had some issues to
resolve in your own mind."
“Yeah,— maybe
you’re right. No, no,— you ARE right. Until I met you and wasn’t
threatened, I wouldn’t consider nothing like this. I’d beat the
shit out of any man who even suggested it. Like I say, I don't
think of you that way,— you know what I mean. I think of you as a
kid brother,— a kid brother who has one of the best looking ass’s I've
ever seen on a man or a woman. Now,— here I am,— I can’t wait to get
into it and fuck you silly. Go Figure? You need some grease for your
ass?” he asked
“No, Daddy,—
I’m already lubed. All you have to do is lay back, let me
get some spit on that big cock of yours, you can climb on, and show me
if you’re as good as you brag. One thing to keep in mind Daddy Jake,
when you take me, you have to do it hard and steady. Just slam it in to
the hilt. Grab me and hold me until you feel my ass stop arguing with
your dick, then you can take a few strokes to get my butt juices
flowing. You take over from there, and ride it anyway you feel
comfortable. Ride it for an hour or two if you like. Whatever makes you
feel the best, go for it.
“Damn, boy,—
that’s hot,— but are you sure you want me to split you open like that?”
“It’s a
requirement of my other dad, and if you don’t he won’t want you to fuck
me anymore.”
“Oh no,— I’ll be
happy to play by his rules.” Jake lay back and closed his eyes as I
began to work on his all ready rock hard cock. Damn, he tasted good. He
smelled strong with healthy man sweat and good clean body odors. I
thought he was going to go nuts when I licked and cleaned his big hairy
balls. He moaned and writhed on the bed but never told me to stop. I
got as much spit or his pony as I could and told him I was ready. I lay
on my back on the edge of the bed, grabbed around my knees with my
arms, spread them apart, so my hole would be right at waist high for
Daddy Jake to drive right in. He got up, and positioned himself with
his cock poised at my back door.
“You ready for
some good fucking, Son”
“Gimme’ all you
got, Daddy Jake;— every inch of it. Don’t cheat your boy none,
either. You don’t wanna’ make a grown may cry, do ya.'” I
laughed and he chuckled.
I watched as he
rammed it in swift and steady to the hilt. Woah dogies,— it filled me
in an instant but my ass didn’t spasm like it had before; maybe because
of wearing the plug. Have to give it to my boss his entry was
smooth but forceful. I’m sure Master Jeb would’ve nodded his head
in approval and patted him on the back. He hurt so damn good
inside me, I started babbling.
“Oh, thank you,
Daddy Jake, for taking that little butt so hard and good. I know my
other daddy would have patted you on the back and given you a thumbs
up. Thank you. Now,— it’s all yours, Daddy Jake, fuck it good.”
In the meantime Jake grabbed me around my upper body and held me
in a bear hug. He wasn’t about to let me off his shaft.
“Damn, boy,
you’re welcome. You tell your daddy, anytime —! I never imagined a
man’s ass could feel this good. What the fuck have I been missing all
these years. Shit! Now, you just relax, Son, and let Daddy
Jake do the driving. I promised you a good fuck’n and, by
God, Daddy Jake’s gonna’ see you get it.”
And, drive he
did. He was everything I fantasized he might be and much more. He
took a couple of small test strokes and surprised me when he slammed
the third one in pretty hard. I groaned.
“Hurtin’ ya,’
Son.” he asked
“Hell no, Daddy
Jake,— you’re doing fine and you were right,— you feel great up there.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back you’re such a hot stud.” he
chuckled and seemed flattered. Then he started fucking me like HE
wanted. He fucked me up one side of that bed and down the other then
around again three times. All the time trying to slam more of himself
into me. His fucking was a strong steady rhythm like he liked it. He
liked to do some slow deep fucking. He would pull it out to the
head, then very smoothly and firmly sink it to the base.
Jake nearly
drove my body up a tree it was so good, with his steady, slow,
powerful, deep fucking over and over and over again. He’d pull
out to just the head, hold it until he felt my body vibrating with
expectancy, and then slowly, sink it back into me with reserved
strength. He’d get a funny smile on his face like he knew what he was
doing to me and he was in full charge of the fucking department. With
every stroke he made it clear he was my fucking boss man. He was
definitely right,— he hadn’t overly bragged about doing right by my
ass. If anything he was modest compared to the fucking he was giving
me. I was getting fucked righteously and I urged him on. I showered him
with complements that only resulted in me getting fucked better and
better. He was in his element.
“Oh damn, Daddy
Jake, you really weren’t lying to me about how good you can fuck.
You’re giving me one Hell of a good fucking. I just want you to know
how much your boy appreciates it.”
“Shit, boy, I
ain’t never fucked anyone like this before. You’re making me want to do
my best for your little hole. Would you like Daddy Jake to take you for
a really hard ride?”
“Daddy Jake,
that hole is yours. You own it. You don’t have to ask your boy. Your
boy’s only here to put it up there for your pleasure. He’ll stay with
you and feed it to your big shaft as long as you need it. You
take what you need, Daddy Jake, but, 'yes,' I’d love to
feel you ride me as hard as you fucking can. How do you like fucking
your boy with them big, stomping boots on?”
“Aaww fuck, Son,
it’s the Goddamn icing on the cake. I’ll show you how they make me
feel.” with that he took hold of the fucking reins and started
his old horse on a good solid gallop. Man, could he fuck hard. He was
like he was operating a pile driving machine, and we were three days
behind schedule. He kept slamming his huge cock into me, and I had a
flashback to Master Jim fucking me in much the same way. I instantly
stopped trying to tighten my asshole for Jake, and let it lose it’s
pucker. Damn,— if that didn’t trip his come wire. He started yelling
like a man possessed. Then he shot, and shot again in my ass. He
began whimpering as he shot the last time and collapsed on top of me.
I held him in my
arms, rubbed his head, and whispered there, there’s to him,— more
complements about how good he fucked me, how proud and honored I was to
have his come in my butt. He was still raging hard, but I could feel
him emptying more into me. He started to get up, but I pulled him back
to rest some more on top of me. He melted into me, and put his big
hairy Italian arms around me.
“Now, Daddy
Jake,— you just relax. Your fresh fucked boy is gonna’ milk the rest of
that good hot come out a’ you.” I stared milking his cock with my ass
like Master Jeb and Jim taught me and felt Jake’s body shiver as the
last few drops of his come were claimed by my ass.
“Damn Son,
where’d you learn that?”
“My daddy taught
me.”
“I’d sure like
to meet the man someday,– shake his hand; and, – you know what?”
“What, Daddy
Jake?”
“He’s damn lucky
to have you for a boy;– and, you know what else?”
“What?”
“I’m damn lucky
to have you for a buddy,– a kid brother.”
“Thank you,
Daddy Jake. I’ve always felt that way about you.” I couldn’t help
but love the man.
“You didn’t
come?”
“I thought this
one was for my daddy?” I said looking like a boy who was
disappointed. Jake smiled real big.
“Damn, kid, you
do know the right things to say.”
“Pull out of me
and roll over on your back, Dad, and if you’ll let me ride your pony
I’ll get off for you.” Jake slowly pulled out of my ass and rolled over
on his back. I positioned myself on the head of his still rock hard
cock and impaled myself to the base. It took Jake’s breath away.
“Damn, boy,
don’t that hurt?”
“Naw,” I lied,
“I’m use to it by now. My dad slowly trained me how to do it. That’s
the only way he’ll allow me to take him.”
I took a couple
good strokes to ease the pain. Jake watched intently as I began to ride
him. When I got a good solid rhythm going his eyes fluttered closed,
and knew I had him locked in on my man-come radar. I just kept the same
steady rhythm going until Jake started wiggling under me, and I knew he
was going up the road to Comesville. He was about to deposit another
hot Italian load in my gut. I was not far from the city limits myself.
I felt it building inside me. I picked up speed and length of stroke; I
was slamming my ass pretty damn hard against his base when he started
yelling.
“I can’t hold it
any longer, Son,— you’re gettin’ me again.” He writhed and moaned
as he once again shot his hot Italian seed into me. I exploded
all over his hairy chest as he filled my ass with his come for the
second time. It was only the second time in my life I ever came at the
same time with a partner. He lay there with the dumbest smile on his
face and then started laughing.
“I guess you
fucked Daddy Jake pretty good that time, huh, Son?” we both
laughed. With him still in me I lapped up every bit of my come
from his chest. He lay back silently watching me. I could sense the
gears turning in his head.
“Yep! I
sure as shit want to meet that old man of yours and shake his hand.”
then he just looked at me for a moment and a seriousness came across
his face,
“Thank you,
Son.” he said quietly.
“No, Daddy
Jake,— thank you. You got me off three times today. What more could a
boy want from his dad. You hear a lotta’ guys talk shit but, Daddy
Jake,— your boy’s here to tell ya,’ you got brag’n rights. You’re
a damn fine fuck. The only man does it better is my other daddy.”
“I’m happy to
settle for number two, Son.” Jake laughed. I made a friend and fuck
buddy for life.
“You know what,
Daddy Jake?”
“What, Son?”
“After that good
fuck'n, I’ll probably stay fucked for three,— four days,— maybe
more. You were that good.”
“Damn,— that’s
what I get for being so good.” we both roared with
laughter. We got up and shared another beer. I knew he wanted to
fuck me again, but it was getting late. I had some things to take
care of. Then I was concerned for him and his wife not becoming
suspicious. I gave him a towel and he jumped in the shower.
“Don’t use soap,
Daddy Jake!” I told him. “Women notice different smells.”
“You’re right,
Son,— smart thinking.” he replied. He got out of the shower and was
toweling off. He wasn’t shy about coming out nude. He was proud
of his manhood as well he should be. As good as he just fucked me, I
was proud of it for him. He liked to walk around me with it
swinging free, hitting me here and there to tease me. I liked it, too.
While he was in the shower I cleaned and greased the plug. I had it on
a clean towel on the bed. He saw it and grinned like a kid caught with
his hand in the cookie jar.
“I get to put it
back?” he asked sheepishly.
“Them’s the
rules, Dad. I’m not allowed to touch it.” I laid back across the bed,
brought my knees up to my chest, reached down with my hand, and pulled
the strap and ring to the side. Surprisingly, he didn’t hesitate,
picked it up, and popped it into my ass like a pro. I fell to my knees
in front of him and grabbed him around the waist. By now, he wasn’t
surprised by anything I did. I brought my face close the big head of
his dick and kissed it very gently. I stuck my tongue in his piss slit
and began to lap copious amounts of pre-come oozing from it.
“Damn, Daddy
Jake,— your juices taste wonderful. Can I have some more?”
I kept licking and sucking.
“Hell,— you can
have a quart of it, kid, but if you keep that up much longer I’m gonna’
rip that plug out a’ your butt and fuck you again.” I laughed and
stopped.
“I can’t believe
you wear that big plug all day. I’m not complaining, mind you. I think
you should. If your old man wants you to wear it, then you damn well
better. Now that I know, I’m gonna’ check you every morning to make
damn sure you’re wearing it. If not I’m gonna’ send your ass home to
get it, understand, Son?”
“That’s your
right, Daddy Jake, to check your little boy’s butt. Any man who fucked
me as righteously as you just did, earned that right.”
Jake gave me a
stern look then broke into a big smile.
“Did fuck my
little boy pretty damn good,— didn’t I?”
“THE best, Daddy
Jake.”
I threw some
clothes on, and he got dressed in the other bedroom. I saw him to the
door and thanked him again. I put my arms out, and he gave me a big
bear hug.
“I haven’t
looked forward to going to work in a long time, kid, but I just may be
early tomorrow.” we both laughed.
“Okay,— you have
full access to me tomorrow,— anytime you want,— but I’m gonna’ trust
you to play it cool.”
“Are you
kidding? And screw up a good thing? You can trust me.” Somehow, I
knew I could.
Part IV ~ To be
or not to be? I’m sorry, would you repeat the question?
Think! Think
wha’cha doin’ to me, Think! Think!
Think! Now!~ Respect ~ Aretha
Franklin
I had some
things to think about. I spent most of the week thinking about the pros
and cons of a radical life change. I knew I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sure
what to do about it, but Master Jeb made a Hell of a lot more sense
than any stupid therapist ever did. Did I have any guilt feelings about
fucking around with Jake. A little,— but Hell,— except for the plug, I
wasn’t under their control yet. Until I walked in there and
signed a contract I wouldn’t be. Master Jim’s attempt at control was
not in Master Jeb’s original agreement with me, and I doubted he knew I
had a plug or a cock and ball restraint on when I left last Friday. I
also doubt Big Jim told him. I really hadn’t thought much about Big Jim
during the week. (Lie to yourself, kid,— don‘t lie to the readers they
know better.)
Okay, okay,— you
win. I couldn’t think of another damn thing but Master Jim all fucking
week. How could I, with his damn plug up my butt? Yeah,—
all right,— I’ll admit it,— the fantasy I told Jake about my daddy was
Master Jim, but you all ready guessed that didn’t you? I’m really
fucked, huh? Okay,— let’s look at it another way. Say nothing happens
and you can’t get together with the giant. Even if you did you know
he’s not going to be happy until you allow him to lop off your
manhood. Say you do get sold;— what then?
Look at you,—
you’ve always needed to serve someone or some cause. You were a slave
to saving those young guys in Nam. You shipped over once so you could
continuing serving. They wanted to send you home twice, you refused to
let them, and hauled your ass right back out there. You thought you
were invincible.They wouldn’t shoot a medic, would they? Damned,
if they didn’t! If you did get sold what would be the worst case
scenario? You could end up with a real bastard for a Master. Could that
possibly happen if Master Jeb filtered the Masters who would be allowed
to bid on me?
It doesn’t have
to be completely in Master Jeb’s hands alone. I could work hard, learn
to be a good slave, work my body as hard as possible, so I would
make myself attractive to the best of Masters. That sounds like a plan,
but maybe Master Jeb has other plans. Well, you can learn to work in
the context of those plans. He’s a reasonable man. What have you got to
lose by trying? Well,— quite possibly your dick, for one small
thing. What the fuck,— you’ve seriously been considering
suicide. Perhaps, being a slave is better than being dead with or
without your damn penis. If you find out you’re miserable, there are
ways to get out of it. After all, slavery in the U.S. is against the
law.
Yeah,— but we’re
talking ‘consensual’ slavery. Don’t even go into it unless you’re going
to be serious about it. You know you, if you give your word to someone
it becomes your law. A written contract would chisel it in granite. You
can’t help it, it’s the way you were raised. You’re young enough if
everything goes to Hell you could still re-adjust and regain anything
you might have lost. Okay,— there’s another possibility. You just might
get sold to a really hot Master who you could enjoy serving for years.
Naw,— not my luck. On the other hand, you might be sold to a
Master who isn’t the hottest, or one you might not choose
yourself, but if Master Jeb’s description of imprinting is
correct, it could take care of a lot of deficiencies. You’ve seen
imprinting in action this week. You’ve been wearing Big Jim’s plug all
damn week and will probably wear it tomorrow.
Are you kidding?
If you don’t, Jake will turn you over his knee and send you home for
it. When you get back, the horny old goat will turn you over his
knee again for good measure. Cut that out, you love Jake. Yeah, I do,
but Jake’s a friend. You love your friends, but you don’t move them in
with you; especially, if they’re straight. The chances of getting a
Master I would come to care about is probably better than
fifty/fifty. All right, as long as you aren’t going into this
with the idea Master Jim is going to change his mind and receive you
with open arms. Yes,— but he did sent that telegram. Yeah,— but he also
knew he was wrong. He was afraid Master Jeb would find out. Jeb
might be pissed if Big Jim alienated me, and I didn’t agree to go into
training. He’s just covering his butt.
How are you
going to handle being around him and working with him training you?
Will you continue to be imprinted with him personally? It may be a real
test. What if he sucks you in again only to hide behind his oath to
Master Jeb? Don’t let him. Don’t give him the chance. Fool me
once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Yeah, but you
know you’re in love with him. You’d almost settle for crumbs from his
table. Can’t do that,— in a weird way,— it’s not fair to him either.
Remember what he said when you told him it felt natural calling him
Master. Did it? Were you lying to the big man? God no,— it was
the most truthful thing I ever revealed about myself to anyone. In a
way the statement said to him; ‘Master Jim, I love you and want
more than anything in the world to be your slave and serve you.’
On the other hand, I don’t want to trap someone who wouldn’t be happy
with me in the long run, what could be worse?
Are you going do
it? I don’t know. I won’t know until I walk in there and get the feel
of all combined influences. Were you born a slave, Beau? Look
into your past? When your mother had Gladys, and then Turner, she was
never much of a mother. You learned to make formula, you changed
diapers, you bathed them, you basically raised those two kids, and she
sat back and let you. You were a slave to her, a slave to them, and
ultimately a slave to your dad. He did nothing to help or alleviate the
situation. You essentially gave up your childhood for your little
brother and sister. Look at you today,— you’re still sending
money home to them. They only write you when they need something. You
bought and paid for their love for years, in one way or another,— and
you're still doing it. You can't get your ass to the postoffice fast
enough with a check to them if they need money.
Look at you in
Nam. You damn near killed yourself trying to serve the needs of those
men, but you failed. You couldn’t save them all. Are you a slave,
Andrew Beaureguard James Jr.? Let yourself hear you say
it. Master Jeb said to hear yourself say it, you were over
half way there: YES, BY GOD,— I AM A SLAVE ! and, God as my
witness, I will be the best damn slave I can be.
Part V ~ A
line in the sand.
“Rainy day
people always seem to know when you’re feeling low.” Gordan Lightfoot
Jake was in
early. He had all the work assignments passed out to the other
mechanics and handed me my list. First time I ever got to work, and
Jake was there. He made rounds to see if the guys understood their
assignments, and if they needed help. When every one was taken care of
he headed for my stall. It was at the end of the shop before the big
storage yard. It was hidden from the front and the other bays.
“Okay, kid,—
your turn,— but first hit parade rest for inspection.” Jake
ordered.
I put my tools
down and immediately snapped to parade rest with my hands behind my
back, legs spread apart. He came around behind me, and I felt his big
hand feeling around my ass checking for my plug. He took his fingers
and pushed hard on the plug.
“Push back, Son,
I want to make sure it’s seated properly.” he commanded.
I grinned and
pushed back hard with my butt. I’ll have to say he seated it a
little better than I did.
“That seated in
there right, Sir. It just needed a boss-man's touch who knows
what he’s doing to do it right. Thanks for checking, Daddy Jake.”
“What are
daddies for, Son?”
“You’re the
best, Daddy Jake”
“I’ll do ‘til
your old man gets home. You’ll put in a good word with him for me?”
“The best, Daddy
Jake.”
“Oh, by the way,
Son, I have to thank you for something.”
“Awh, Hell,
Daddy Jake, you know you’re welcome...”
“No, no, not
about that. You remember me taking a shower at your place last night
and you told me not to use soap?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Got home, gave
my wife a kiss, she perked up, sniffed my neck, and I thought I was a
dead man.”
“Oh, my
God!” I said, “What happened?” Jake chuckled.
“She told me I
really smelled good sometimes after a hard days work, the kids were all
gone, and did I have plans after dinner? Son, it was the best sex
we’ve had in five or six years. She did things to me she would’ve never
considered before. Unasked! What the Hell happened?”
“Well, Daddy
Jake, you just had hot sex about an hour before, and you were giving
off a lot of good male sex odors that probably turned her on.
I’ve been told women respond to that sort of thing. I'm bettin’
if any man would have it,— you would.”
“Is there a way
we could bottle it? She was a wild woman. I hate to say this about my
own wife, but if I went to a whore house she’s the type I’d want to go
with. And the icing on the fucking cake? She thought it was all
because of me.” I smiled wryly at him.
“You should a’
never told me that, Daddy Jake.” I pointed a finger at him and
doubled over laughing, "I’m gonna’ install a meter by my bed, and
you’ll have to keep dropping quarters in while you fuck me. Let’s see,
say fifty cent a half hour.” I was laughing my ass off. Jake leaned in
close and said in a lecherous voice,
“Son, that’s
cheap at twice the price for the sex I got at home last night.” Then he
joined me in laughter.
We got down to
business, Jake asked me if I understood my work assignment sheet, and
did I need any help? I didn’t think so, but he could probably help me
with a personal problem around three o’clock this afternoon.
“I’ll be under
that big Case truck finishing the linkage.”
“Be glad to help
you out, Son.” he said with a wink.
‘Damn,’ I
thought, ‘I’m going to break his heart if I leave.’
The day went
quickly, and we broke for lunch about eleven-thirty. I was
busy all morning and so was Jake. He didn’t come around all morning
which wasn’t like him. We went off by ourselves to eat, and I noticed a
frown on his face.
“You ain’t been
‘round all morning, Dad, something wrong?”
“Hell,— I sure
wanted to, but I got hung up with that stupid Tom. He was supposed to
be troubleshooting an electrical problem on that big Ford Truck.
He was doing nothing but eat’n up time, and not getting the job
done. Sam asked me to help him. I did, but instead of him doing
it while I told him what to do so he could learn something he stood
back and watched me do it. I don’t mind showing a guy how to do
something, but I expect him to know it the next time. I don’t mind
showing ‘em two or three times if he ultimately learns it. He won’t
even try to learn it.
The son of a
bitch bills himself as a top notch mechanic, but when it comes to
producing he can’t do shit. He steals tools. He lies with no
conscience. He whines and bitches about everything. Every time I walk
by his bay he’s either eating or his sign’s up, he’s in the head.
He’s like a Goddamn parrot, all he does is eat, shit and squawk. His
only purpose in life is to fulfill his own selfish needs. What’s
worst,— the stupid little bastard thinks he’s putting one over on
everyone. I’d never let the little son of a bitch work on one of my
vehicles. He’s a big fucking phony. Sam insists on keeping him around.
Maybe Sam’s fucking him.” It was the laugh we both needed. “Anyway, I’m
through with him now, and I think I’ll be able to help you with that
personal problem around three.” he cheered up. His whole
demeanor changed.
“Well, Dad, if
you don’t, don’t worry about it,” I tried to console him, “there’ll be
lot’s a’ time later to help your boy.”
We started
eating and he brought me a portion of some Italian chicken dish his
wife made. Damn,— it was good. We talked like two good friends without
all the, ‘Daddy fucked you good.’ bullshit. It was like our friendship
had been raised to new and different level. He dropped his good-fellow
facade and talked about dreams, concerns, relationships and trucks. I
learned more about Jake in that hour than I ever knew about him. It was
as if I truly had become his little brother, and he felt he could tell
me anything. How could I help but love him? We bonded as friends. I
never again called him Daddy Jake. Mostly, I just called him ‘dad’ and
sometimes Jake. I never called him ‘Rags’ anymore. I didn’t feel that
name was respectful enough for a man I had come to love and looked up
to.
The afternoon
flew by. Three o’clock came and went with no visit from dad. I wasn’t
worried. I saw him pass by waving his arms and talking loudly to one of
the other mechanics and guessed he got caught up. Four thirty
came, and I started to put my tools away and here he came.
“Shit, Son, I’m
sorry I didn’t get by to help you with that personal problem, but I’d
be happy to after work.
“Dad, I can’t
tonight. I got somewhere to be about five-thrity and it’s four-thirty
now.” he looked like I stabbed him through the heart.
“Okay,— that’s
all right,— another time.” he turned to walk away and I remembered how
Big Jim rejected me. I couldn’t do that to Jake. I’d come
to love him too damn much. I could call Master Jeb and tell him,
something came up, I would be there but would he be so kind as to
grant me an hour's extension on our agreed deadline?
“Dad?” he turned
to listen.
“You’ve had a
rough day, huh?” he didn’t look up but shook his head affirmative.
“Drop by for a
beer. Fuck it, I can be late. You wouldn’t let me down if I needed you.”
“Sounds good,
Son,— meet cha’ there, and you’re right, I’d do my damnedest to be
there for you.” Somehow I knew he would and he always has.
Dad was waiting
in his pickup out front when I drove into the driveway.
“Come on in,
Dad. Let’s take a load off.”
I smiled knowing
he got the double meaning. We walked in, and I got us a couple of beers.
“Now,— I’ll be
right back. Relax,— drink your beer. I got a phone call to make to let
my friend know I’m gonna’ be late." I went to my little office
off the living room,— walk in closet,— and phoned Master Jeb. Big
Jim answered the phone.
“Master Jeb?” I
said.
“No,— this is
Jim.” he paused a moment waiting for my response.
“Hello, Master
Jim,” I said, “this is Bull Dog Butch.” There was a pause then a laugh
from Big Jim.
“Indeed,— good
to hear your voice, Son. You all right?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m
fine.”
“You forgive
me?” I wasn’t going to let him off that easily.
“You ordered me
to, Master Jim.”
“Holy shit, I
should've known better. You’re right again, boy. Let me ask YOU a ‘yes’
or ‘no’ question? Do you enjoy killing giants?”
“Only when
they’re in season.” I laughed, “I keep thinking if I wing one
maybe I can get his attention long enough to show him I only want to
love and serve him one day.”
“Damn, boy,— you
could rip the heart out of a Tasmanian Devil with your brains and quick
tongue.” I paused for a long moment before answering.
“Master
Jim?” I asked quietly.
“Yes, Son?”
“Of course, I
forgive you,— will you forgive me?”
“You know it,
Son, and thanks for letting me off the hook. I’m sorry I lied to
ya.’ Promise,— I won’t never do that to you again. I’ll get Jeb
for ya.’”
I waited a
moment and heard Master Jeb on the other end.
“Is this my good
slave-boy?”
“It is,
indeed, your good slave-boy, Master Jeb. It’s good to hear your
voice again. Master Jeb,— I have a favor to ask, and if you grant me
this request I’ll be your ‘grateful’ slave-boy.”
“What is it,
Son?” he asked with concern.
“Something
unavoidable came up, and may I have an extension of an hour on our
deadline agreement?”
“Of course, Son,
how about eight o’clock?”
“Oh, gee, Master
Jeb,— that would be great. Thanks so much, I’ll look forward to seeing
you at eight or before and thanks again.”
“No problem,
Son, see you then.”
I returned to
the other room half expecting to find Jake with his clothes off, but he
was sitting on my bed with a long face.
“Everything
okay, Son?”
“Yeah, Dad,— I
just told them I’d be about an hour late.”
“Well,— I’ll
drink this and go, so you won’t be too late.”
“Cut it out,
Dad,— tell your boy what’s wrong.” I began to rub his tight old back
and he melted. I thought he was going to cry.
“Damn it,— those
guys at the shop need more help than I can give them most of the time.
You know why I go off with you on breaks and eat lunch?” I didn’t
answer, I figured he’d tell me. “You’re the only mechanic there that’ll
do the work I assign him,— do it right the first time, and if you don’t
know what your doing, you’ll ask. Then,— I only have to tell you how to
do it or show you, and I never have to tell you again. You’ve got it. I
can tell those bastards fifty times, and they still won’t remember.”
“C’mon, Dad,—
relax. Take you shirt off and let your boy rub your back.” he undid his
coveralls and pulled them down around his waist, and quickly took off
his shirt and undershirt. I told him to lay on his stomach on the bed.
He stretched out with a sigh, and I started to rub his back.
After about fifteen minutes of some very intense back rubbing he was
beginning to loosen up. He rolled over and looked at me.
“I don’t think
your old dad could do you justice this afternoon, anyway.
Beside,” he said laughing “you should be good for another two days.”
“You got that
right,— woah! The way you fucked me yesterday, damn!” He
smiled and looked thoughtful. I looked at him.
“Dad,— will you
let your boy do something for you to show you how much he appreciates
you?”
“What’s
that, Son?”
“Lie back, close
you eyes, and let your boy suck you off?”
“Don’t have to
ask twice, Son, you got it.”
He unzipped his
coveralls the rest of the way and pulled them down over his big work
boots, and he was nude. He got up on my leather bedspread with his big
work boots and fluffed a pillow under his head getting ready for his
blow job. Damn,— he was a hot man. Every time I see him in his
coveralls, I know what’s underneath, and lately, I’ve been popping a
boner seeing him walk around at work in the damn things. I started on
his boots, and he watched with fascination as I licked oil, grease and
grim from his big hot boots. He surprised me when he held one up I
finished and just pointed to the bottom. I didn’t hesitate, I cleaned
the bottoms of all grease, oil and grime. Then started on the other,
and he made damn sure I cleaned the bottom of that one, too. My
work-dad, my boss, was being imprinted with control.
He enjoyed it
because he knew I liked it. It bonded us even tighter as a unit, a
team. I liked his control at work, and I love the control he was
beginning to feel bold enough to assert with me here. I worked my way
up his hairy Italian legs and buried my face in his ass. I put my arms
under him and raised his ass to my face. His eyes widened as he watched
me dive into his ass. Cleaning and sucking on his tight hole, I thought
he was going up the wall. I took my thumbs and spread his sphincter and
got my tongue way up in there and started licking and cleaning him. He
started moaning then began moving his hips to fuck my tongue with his
hole. I spread ‘em further, and got some good flavors out of my dad.
When I finished
I notice his cock was raging hard. I kissed it, then cleaned his balls
real good. They tasted like he smelled. A good healthy man-sweat smell,
and I licked until I couldn’t taste any more. I got it all.
Damn,— I was getting into serving this man! I wasn’t going to hold back
on my dad who needed me right then in the worst way. I took him with
one lunge down my throat. I’ve never had a gag response like so many. I
took him as far down my throat as I could then just used my neck and
throat muscles to fuck his dick. I kept taking more of him, then more
down my throat until my lips pressed tight against his bear fur at his
crotch.
He looked down
and saw his dick completely down my throat. He took his hands and place
them on each side of my throat to feel the stretch of his cock in
there. He leaned forward and slid down my throat about an inch more.
Suddenly, I could feel his come hurrying up the shaft as he lay back
and moaned to God and any saint that might hear. I felt his hot come
way in the back of my throat; past any point of tasting. I held it
there as he got his breath. Then I gently pulled off. As I did he
shot again, but I was quick enough to catch him in my mouth. Damn,— he
tasted good. It was strong and flavorful. His flavor. My boss’s
flavor. I crawled up and laid my head on his big chest.
“Thanks, Dad,
for letting me suck you off.”
“What can I say,
Son. You took all the pain away.” Then he said the strangest
thing.
“You know, Son,
I hope your other dad is good to you. You need a good man to serve,—
and yes,— I would let my little bro suck me off if he wanted to.” he
said laughing.
I was really
concerned about possibly leaving my new dad behind. I bonded with
Jake. I loved him as a friend. Not passionately, Hell he
had a wife, for cries sake. We were fuck buddies, and I was happy with
that. I walked proud at work. Jake’s affection and comradery made
me feel useful, needed, helpful and wanted. Together, we were like two
kids who shared a great secret. Sam knew something was up, but he
didn’t have a clue. At least I didn’t think he did.
One morning Jake
and I were in early. I was helping Jake get a job out Sam wanted
done yesterday, and he came around to check our progress. Jake
and I worked together like a surgical team. We were fast and
accurate. We diagnosed the patient, opened him up, repaired the
innards, close, and were done. We were working our ass’s off trying to
get the job done as quickly as possible. Jake and I were in each
other’s face talking about what we had to do next and the fastest way
to get it done. I always let him lead while I gave
suggestions. The easy flow that passed between us was easily
recognized if you knew what to look for. Sam looked at the two of us
and got a funny look on his face.
“Is Jake fucking
you, Beau?”
“Jake,— fucking
me? Yeah,— right!! SURE he is, Sam! He checks my oil,
gives me a lube job, checks my spark plug to make sure it fires every
time, and keeps my motor running hot. Don’ cha, Boss-man,—
honey?” I quickly looked at Jake, winked and he knew to go along
with it. We both fell out laughing. We were holding each
other we were laughing so hard.
“We better check
it again soon, Son, I think you may be a quart low. I’m sure Sam is.”
We started
laughing again until we had Sam laughing with us. Sam roared with
laughter and finally got himself together.
“God, you
two,— ” he said as he walked away shaking his head. He never asked
again. If dad could’ve thrown his arms around me and kissed me, that
would have been the moment. We talked and laughed about that morning
for years. At least we didn’t lie to the man. I admitted Jake was
fucking me.
I never thought
I’d come to love working in a garage so much, but I found out I had a
natural aptitude for the work. Hell,— it wasn’t so much different
from making sure you got all of a man’s guts back in the right places
when you shoveled them back in after he was blown apart. You just had
to pay attention to what you were doing, or he wouldn’t work right
after you closed him up. I didn’t want to leave Jake, or Sam and a
couple of the other men I befriended. I shouldn’t have worried too
much. Somehow, the people you really love have a way of recycling in
your life and my new dad, Jake, would play a major role in mine. We
would somehow met in the middle of our two separate worlds and grow
from our friendship.
I was able to
ask dad’s counsel on anything. No matter how bizarre it might
seem to him at first, he never turned away, and always listened. He’d
ask intelligent questions if he didn’t quite understand a concept, and
then would give me his best shot at advice from his knowledge of me and
how he perceived me. I never again shocked him with anything. He told
me our friendship gave him new thoughts about what family and friends
really were and how they became meaningful to us. He told me one day he
heard the term, “extended family’ but never knew what it meant. After
making friends with me, he told me he understood. He came to consider
me part of his family. No man ever offered me a greater
compliment.
Part VI ~ Zero
Hour
Could you walk a
little faster, said the whiting
to the snail, There’s a
porpoise close behind me, and he’s
treading on my tail. Lewis Carroll~
I quickly
showered. It was seven-ten. If I hurried I could just make it. I threw
my shit together in my saddle bags and pulled on my leathers. If I was
going to agree to this I was going to look hot upon my arrival. I
checked in the mirror and thought, ‘There’s nothing wrong with that
picture.’ I always looked hot in my leathers. I glanced at the
clock,— seven twenty-five. Shit,— I better
get on my bike and go. I went to the garage and cranked Pegasus, my
winged horse, or Barbara Beezer when I was unhappy with her, and headed
out to Mount Washington. I started around the Lake (Silverlake) and
thought, ‘I’d better punch it in the butt to make up some time.' I
probably was doing about eighty-five when I saw another biker pull in
behind me. All of a sudden his bike lit up like the mother ship from
‘Close Encounters’ and I thought, ‘Oh shit, a cop!’ He pulled me
over and parked his bike behind mine about fifteen feet. He slowly got
off his bike and was unbuckling his helmet as he swaggered towards me.
He threw his hips forward, his shoulders thrown back, and assumed an
attitude that would make a strong man wince.
“Going a little
fast ‘round the lake, there, weren’t cha, Son?”
‘Duuhh!’ I
thought, ‘Eighty-five in a thirty mile zone? No,— not too fast
for my bike, Sir. How ‘bout yours?’
“Uhhh! I’m
sorry, Sir. Guess I was pushing it a bit,— maybe a little over
the speed limit,— but I’m late. I’m late for a very important
date.” how stupid could I be, unwittingly quoting Lewis Carroll to the
man, but I swear by all that’s holy without taking a breath he replied,
“Your fuzzy ears
and whiskers take you too much time to shave?”
There was a long
silent pause when neither of us knew what was coming next. I
broke the silence with a guffaw of laughter. I bent over double
laughing so hard and so did he. He reached out, put his hand on my
shoulder and made contact. An electric charge went through my
body. The ice was definitely broken.
“Okay, Son,— I’m
gonna’ have to write you a ticket, but I’ll be easy on you. Let’s say
you were ten miles over the speed limit, forty miles an hour.” he
smiled at me and got out his pad.
“Thank you,
Sir,— could I do something for you sometime,— maybe clean your boots?”
I swear to God I
don’t know to this day where that came from, what made me blurt it out,
but when I realized what I said I started blushing big time. My face
turned beet red, and he started laughing again. He looked at me funny
for a moment, looked at my leathers, and had my number.
“That could be
arranged.” he smiled wryly. He finished writing the ticket, I signed
it, and he handed it to me.
“You’re a fine
looking young man, especially in those leathers. You remind me of a
close friend whose top waddie on a big ranch in Tucson.”
What he said
next made me leak piss in my leather pants.
“Are you owned
by a good Master, Son?” he smiled knowingly.
“Naw, Sir,— I
was on my way to give myself for training. That's why I was speeding. I
have a deadline of eight o’clock and I'm late."
“That is an
important date! A very important date!” he smiled again, “You on
your way to Jebadiah Henshaw’s place?”
“Yes, Sir,— do
you know, Master Jeb?”
“You could say
that.” he looked at his watch, “Hell, Son,— it’s five past eight
now. Get on your bike and follow me. I’ll get chu’ there so
you won’t be too late.”
He spun on the
heel of his highly polished boots and quickly headed for his bike,
buckling his helmet on the way. I got on my bike, waited for him, and
he took the lead. With siren screaming, lights flashing we went
through red lights, and were traveling well over the speed limit.
He led me to Master Jeb’s front door in ten minutes flat. I’ve never
been so embarrassed in my life. Big Jim and Master Jeb came out to see
what the uproar was about and there we were. Officer Shaw stopped
his bike, got off, swaggered over to me, and handed me his card.
“When does your
training begin, Son?”
“In one month,
Sir.”
“Call to set up
an appointment to clean my boots, and wear those leathers,— understand,
Son?”
“Yes,
Master.” He smiled at my response.
“You’ll do fine,
Son. Good luck to you.” He waved to Jim and Jeb and started
walking toward them. Jeb yelled to him,
“Earl D. Shaw,
haven’t seen you in while. Damn good to see you again, Son.
We’ve missed you. How the Hell are you? Heard you been traveling
to the desert, Vegas, and Tucson.” They shook hands and the officer
held out his hand to Big Jim.
“Hey, Jim.
Damn, good to see you again. It’s been a couple of months. We saw
each other last in Tucson at Dan and Cowboys. How you been, Big
Man?”
“Fine,
Earl. You’re looking fine as ever. Things going well for you?”
“Better,—
better. They picked up considerably about fifteen minutes ago
when I stopped your boy, here, on the lake doing eighty-five in a
thirty mile an hour zone. Gave him a ticket for ten over. Said he was
late for an important date. He said your name, and I figured it
wouldn’t do to have such a fine looking young man be late for his
future.”
“Damn nice of
you, Earl D., to help out like that. He give you any trouble?”
“On the
contrary. One of the most polite, courteous, attractive, young slave
potentials I’ve encountered in a long time. Will you be training him?”
“He hasn’t given
us his decision yet, but we’re hoping so.”
“He will.
He was in too big of a hurry to tell you ‘no.’ Will you be
keeping him or selling him?”
“He’ll be
offered on the market after training.”
“Good, here’s my
card with my address and phone number. I’m sure I’ve given it to
you a hundred times, but just in case you lost it. I’d appreciate
you notifying me when be becomes available. Damn,— he looks like
the cowboy, don’t he?”
“Jim and I
noticed that, too, Earl. Yes, he could be his brother.
Wait’ll Big Gunn meets him. That should be interesting.”
“To say nothing
of Beryl,— ” the Officer said and the three men fell out laughing.
Holy Shit, I’d
never been shown that much attention in my life. The man was asking
about me like I was a prize horse that would be sold at auction after
training. How could I say no to training after this stroke of
luck? He was fucking gorgeous, and he was interested in me. ME!
“Thanks again,
Officer Shaw.” I raised my hand to wave as he walked to his bike. He
turned, smiled at me, waved back, got on his bike and was gone.
“Earl D. is one
handsome son of a bitch.” Big Jim commented.
“What’da ya'
think, Beau?” asked Master Jeb.
“Yes, Sir,— he’s
all right if you like pretty men.”
“What kind a’
man you find attractive, boy?” Big Jim asked me.
“Master
Jeb.” I replied sweetly, smiling at the giant. Master Jeb
let out a hoop you could’ve heard for a block. Big Jim chuckled
in defeat.
“You do know the
right shit to say, boy, even if you don’t mean it.” Master Jeb laughed
as he hugged me. The giant walked over and stood squarely in
front of me.
“What do you
have for your giant, Son?” as he leaned down to look in my eyes
“A present,—
it’s not worth much but it’s from the heart.”
“What would that
be, boy?”
I threw my arms
around his huge neck and gently kissed him. He grabbed me up in both
arms. I was resting on his huge chest as he began to kiss me back.
“That’s worth
more than you know, Son,— thanks for your gift.” he spoke barely
above a whisper.
We walked inside
laughing and talking. Master Jeb asked if I wanted a drink.
“Yes, Sir,
please,— anything with Vodka.”
I threw my
saddle bags over the back of the couch and sat down. Big Jim sat on the
couch next to me. I was lost. There was no hope for me. The smell of
the giant man was making my cock rock hard again. Never has any human
being had that effect on me. Jake smells great, strong and masculine,
but this man overpowered all my thoughts, emotions, and senses.
Master Jeb came back with my drink and smiled.
“Beau,— do you
always arrive with a motorcycle escort?” he threw his head back in
laughter.
“Well,— Master
Jeb,— I didn’t wanna' be late, and I was pushing the speed just a bit.”
We all laughed.
“I won’t beat
around the bush, Son, have you come to a decision?”
“Yes, Sir, I
have. May I take my clothes off, Sir?”
"I should have
offered you that option when you arrived, Son. Of course,— do as your
heart tells you.” I quickly undressed, laying my clothes and leathers
on the back of the sofa, down to the cock and ball harness. Master Jeb
raised an eyebrow and looked at Big Jim. I knew Big Jim hadn’t
told Master Jeb about the harness and plug. Big Jim grabbed me around
the waist, bent me over and laughed.
“I knew you’d
wear it back.” he seemed pleased with himself.
I walked to
Master Jeb and knelt in from of him. I took his right hand and placed
it on my heart, covering his hand with both of mine.
“Master Jeb,
you’ve told me I have the heart of a slave. I didn’t believe you until
this week. I believe you now. Not only because of your influence but
things in my past you don’t know about. Therefore, I give you my heart,
this slave’s heart, to shape, to mold, to train as you see fit. From
this moment on, until it’s decided what my future shall be, this heart,
this slave belongs to you and no other.” I took his hand
and kissed the back of it. There was a long silence for a moment.
Master Jeb, with tears rolling down his cheeks, said in a cracked voice.
“Damn, Son,— no
man has ever given himself into slavery or my trust with such honesty,
sincerity, and eloquence as you've just done. I’ve told you, you
are a natural born slave. Do you believe me now?”
“Yes, Master
Jeb, I do.”
“And so do I.“ I
heard Big Jim say under his breath.
“I accept you as
my slave to train, Son. A natural slave doesn’t need a great deal
of training. I think you’ll become a joy to both of us.
“This is no time
for tears. Let’s celebrate our newest member of a select group of men
who can appreciate the finer qualities of Master/slave relationships.”
said Master Jim and celebrate we did.
End of Chapter 3
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