"A child of
horror, tortured terrors, roams the wasteland where, God found him
ugly, unworthy, for any loving heart to share, A monster who
seduced the coldest womb he was to find, Destroyed his
manhood before he ever knew its prime.
Years matured,
two angels wrestled with him found him fair, One saved his
life, taught love, rhymed-words, his life to bear, The other a
seraph’d leather Master’s strength became his creed, Reformed his
broken pride into a working vessel for his seed." Canto 18 ~
Slave’s Song ~ W. D. Dux
I awoke with the
most wonderful full feeling, and realized, my Master was still
implanted deep within me. I thought I might awaken him slowly if I
started fucking his dick a little. I took a couple of strokes, eased
back down, and felt his snake begin to grow. I took another pretty good
stroke with my ass, and the monster awoke. It smoothly pulled out to
the head, steadily but firmly, plunged back into my depths. I
heard a deep masculine voice whisper over my shoulder,
“If you don’t
stop that you’re gonna’ get fucked.”
“No disrespect,
Master, isn’t that what your slave is for, Sir?” Master Earl stretched
and locked his cock way up my ass.
“You think we
can do it without the peanut gallery present.”
“Well,— I don’t
know Buffalo Bob but Howdy Doody’s little butt is ready to be
nailed.”
Master Earl started laughing.
“Now,— cut that
out, slave,— we’re gonna’ wake up you know who?”
“Yes, Master,
I’m sorry.”
“The, Hell, you
say? Just for that insolence I’m gonna’ fuck the snot out a’ you.”
Master Earl said
pulling my head back for a morning kiss. When he finally reached the
point where I knew I was going to get my morning allotment of Master
come my nose was truly running. He had succeeded in fucking the snot
out of me. What a good Master. Damn,— I’m sure he opened up his own
hole back there. He gave me permission to shoot my load with him. I
missed by seconds but hit slightly before him; however, he said my
asshole spasms were so hot he shot when he felt it. My timing, he said,
was perfect for his pleasure. That’s what I wanted to
become, a slave for his pleasure,— more than ever now. I was sad to
think I only had this day left with him. He was so warm and giving of
himself.
I thought
Masters were suppose to be aloof and distant. Master Jeb straightened
me out about that. It’s just like any other relationship. However in
these relationships, your Master is Lord and Master of your person. He
may ask your opinion, he may ask your preference, he may ask your
choice of punishment, but you learn, the final decision will be his. It
must be that way, at least for him and I. He demands it, and I need it.
I was worried maybe Master Earl wouldn’t be as strong as I needed
because of his growing love for me. Master Jeb just chuckled when I
voiced my concern.
“Son,— you
better fasten your seat belt if you become that man’s slave. He may
love you more that any slave he’s ever had, tell you hourly of his
love, but hold on to your ass, he is one demanding, strict
disciplinarian, mean punishment son of a bitch. What he will demand of
you, how he will discipline you, or how he will administer punishment
will be in direct proportion to his love. If he didn’t care for you he
wouldn’t bother. Beau,— you’ve grabbed a sleeping saber tooth tiger by
the tail. I wouldn’t worry about it though, he’s exactly what you need.
Few slaves could handle him. He knows that, too. That’s why he hasn’t
even considered another slave until you came along. I guess my
prophetic words shook him to the core the day he stopped you. A wee
small voice must have whispered, ‘Screw the ticket, fuck the kid.’”
Master Jeb and I
both laughed at that. He continued,
“On the other
hand most Master’s wouldn’t have a clue how to handle you. Wes was able
to deal with him out of shear determination and an unquenchable love.
Wes had the heart of a lion. You will find Earl easier to deal with
from your raw natural talent and your deep need to serve. You won’t be
punished unless you do something really stupid, and I can’t see you
doing that. Poor Wes got punished because Earl was going to correct
some of his negative thoughts about himself or find the reason why.
He’d get right in Wes’s face and yell at him an order to trust him.
Sounds stupid, but it worked. Wes learned to trust. Earl succeeded far
beyond my expectations. Wes was reborn under Earl.
For the first
time in his life, Wes found a purpose for living. That purpose was
Earl. He worshiped him, as well he should. His Master took good
care of his slave and loved him more than he knew. That was the second
best match I ever made.” I didn’t ask about the first.
“Most of the
time he’s gonna’ give you the benefit of the doubt and as generous a
spirit as you have, Beau, you'll be his prize, his pride and joy. You
may have to swallow your pride sometimes, but that’s all covered in
training. You’ll learn a slave’s worst enemy is pride; or,
I should say the wrong kind of pride. Certainly you should have pride
in being his slave; pride, because he thinks well of you and your
service to him. Never let some wag bother you who refers to you as a
boot wipe slave. Truth be known, he’d probably give all he has to be
where you are at Earl’s boots, but he can’t be.
Earl will only
have one slave. If you’re chosen, you may walk with pride to wear his
collar, and believe me, you will probably have one permanently welded
around your neck. If you go out with him in public you may get looked
at funny, but walk tall, remember who owns you, and the significance of
his collar. Just think of all those breeders out there who only have a
small band of gold around their finger to tell someone they belong to
someone else. Now,— an iron collar,— THAT makes a statement.” He
laughed hearty at his joke. “Never be afraid to tell the truth if
someone asks you why you wear his collar. Unless he instructs you what
to say just say you wear it to please your Master. They’ll have no idea
what your talking about.”
We got up, and I
had to rush to the head as Master Earl also unloaded his night piss
into me. I was ordered to shower, shave, hose out, and report back to
him when finished; he would dress me for the day. The shower felt good,
and I took a little time to do the necessaries. I didn’t take too long.
I didn’t want to keep him waiting or throw his schedule off. He might
need me in the kitchen. I toweled off and headed for the bedroom. He
wasn’t there so I headed for the kitchen. I walked in with nothing on.
Billy and Oscar were there with nothing on so I didn’t feel the least
bit self conscious.
Oscar greeted
me. Billy simply held his hand out to me at crotch level, and I knew
what he wanted. I walked over and laid my cock and balls in his open
hand. He gently closed his big hand around them, moved his arm slightly
around to his back. I could stand just behind him and he
could hold them. He went on talking to Master Earl like nothing was
going on. Master Earl looked at me a couple of times and smiled his
shit eating grin. Billy wasn’t fooling him for a minute.
“No boots or
chaps today, slave, I want to see all of you, that is,— if Billy ever
lets go of your cock and balls.” Everyone laughed.
“I’m so sorry,
Master Earl,” Billy lied, “Lawsey,— I don’t know what come over this
old eunuch. Thanks, Beau!” He whispered.
“Any time,
Clancey.” I said to him. “No, I’m sorry, Mr. McGee!” Billy hooted,
grabbed me and hugged me.
“This one’s a
keeper, Master Earl.” Billy said.
“I’d like to
second that.” Oscar said.
“Well,— what can
I say, slave, the ‘ayes’ have it ‘cause you get a big one from me, too,
and I be ‘da one what counts.” I walked around and was going to kiss
his boots. Master Earl grabbed me in mid lunge and hugged me to
his chest. He had his leather pants on again with his high boots. He
looked me deep in the eyes with his beautiful violet eyes.
“Good morning,
my handsome slave.” He kissed me gently and passionately. There
was much hooting and giggling from the peanut gallery.
“Billy,— Oscar,—
in the kitchen. You know what to do, and I’ll be back in a minute. I
have to get my boy ready.”
“Take your
time,— we can finish this.” Oscar said as they went to work. We went
into the bedroom, he turned, and held me in his arms again.
“Now,— let’s try
that one more time without the peanut gallery,” Master Earl kissed me
so gently, yet passionately, I thought I was gonna’ drop my load. My
old cock saluted and got his attention.
“My God,” he
said, “doesn’t that thing ever behave?”
“I’m afraid it
has a mind of it’s own, Master.”
“Well,— it can
be disciplined as well” He walked over to his dresser and opened a
drawer. He retrieved a small riding quirt with small strips of
leather on the end. My stupid dick was really asking for it because it
only got harder. He walked back and with a light flip of his wrist
snapped it right on the head of my dick. It didn’t hurt but my old cock
went limp instantly.
“See?” he said,
“We’ll have that thing shaped up in no time. I’ll just keep this in my
back pocket in case sometime today it decides to get unruly. If I order
you to present arms you hit parade rest instantly and stick it out for
all to see. I’ll take care of it.” My stupid cock went erect
again. “Present arms!” He ordered. I hit parade rest and threw my
hips forward. He really smacked it a good one that time, and it went
right down.
“Thank you,
Master.” I said. Master Earl snapped his fingers and pointed to
his boots. I was there in an instant, took each one in my slave
hands, and kissed them passionately.
“I’m pleased
with that action, slave. Now let’s get you ready. I’ve changed my mind,
I do want you with your boots and chaps on. Also wear you vest today.
Let’s get you plugged. I’ll attach your leash and you can come out when
you’ve finished putting on your chaps, boots, and vest.” He again
snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. I was in the position in a
flash with my ass raised much higher than yesterday. He turned with the
lightly greased plug in his hand.
“Good position,
slave! Your Master can get to your little hole much better.” He gave
several twists of the plug to loosen my muscle then snapped it in. This
time he grabbed me above my legs and around my back cradling my lower
body in his arm. He held me tight, placed the heal of his hand at the
base of the plug, and gave one quick push with a screwing motion.
I felt it click into place past the muscle. The muscle was locked
riding around the small of the base of the plug with almost no
discomfort. He cleaned the excess grease off and ordered me to stand.
“Thank you,
Master, for plugging my slave hole. It feels right when you do
it, Sir.”
“You’re welcome,
slave. It looks better and feels better when it’s seated properly. Now
let me attach your leash. Okay,— that’s good." He grabbed me and
kissed me again.
“Now,— get the
rest of your stuff on and I’ll be back with a rag. You can wipe down my
boots for me.”
“Yes, Sir,— with
pleasure, Sir.” Master Earl
returned after I finished dressing. He had a large clean rag in his
hand. He got a small step stool out of the closet and placed it in
front of his dressing mirrors. He wanted to get a good look at me from
all sides cleaning his boots. He didn’t have to give me an order, I was
ready. I took the rag from him and began to clean them. If I found a
spot, I would lick it to moisten it and remove it with the rag. I
wasn’t satisfied with the experience, any competent slave could clean
his Master’s boots. I raised the one, slipped underneath it to sit on
the stool and lowered his heavy boot onto my crotch.
“Very nice,
slave. I like an inventive slave, and I like having you in a vulnerable
position even if you placed yourself there. I would expect you might
wish for me to take advantage of the situation.” He was playing
with me, and I knew my answer was critical.
“I placed myself
in this position to show my sincerity in becoming your slave, Master.
You have the option to ruin them right now if you choose. I would still
become your slave.”
“That’s good
thinking slave; however, I think I should take some advantage to remind
you it isn’t a game, and not to tempt your Master.” He began to press
the heel of his big boot into my balls and I could feel them spreading
underneath. I thought to myself, “This is it,— he’s going to take
them.” Then I had this strange sensation come over me of peace that
said to me, 'give them to him,— let him have them,— the pain will be
short lived and you will be free.' He immediately raised his boot and
replaced it with the other for me to clean. It got a lot more attention
than the other one. “Stand up,
slave, parade rest!” I obeyed and he gently examined my balls. He made
love to them with his hands, then he did something very strange and out
of character. He knelt on one knee, holding my balls in one hand,
licked and kissed each one with a gentle passion as if apologizing to
them for any pain his boot may have caused. They were to understand a
little pain was necessary to teach the kid a lesson. It was as if he
recognized them separate from me, the individual. I was shocked and
touched and had a lot more feelings I couldn’t sort out. He got up and
saw my look of confusion.
“Figure that one
out, slave.” He smiled then he pulled me to him. “Many Master’s feel
they shouldn’t tell their slaves how they feel. They might use it
against them. I’ve never been afraid of that. My control over you will
be so complete you’ll never feel the need to use my love for an
advantage. A slave can’t have it both ways.” He looked me in the eyes
for a long minute then spoke to me as a man, not as my Master. He
let down all defenses and bared his soul to me man to man. He knew I
understood his purpose in shifting gears.
“I’ve finished
falling in love with you, Beau. I am in love with you! I’m sot with
love for you.” He took control in an instant and was once again
my Master. “I also love my slave who stands before me.” He made a
separate distinction. I thought I understood, and knew I did when
my heart spoke in reply.
“Master, I have
but one love for you. I want to love you no other way than as your
slave. The idea is more passionate and gratifying than anything I’ve
ever experienced. I know this is our first weekend together but if it
doesn’t happen, for some reason I don't become your slave, I
can’t even conceive of a future. It goes beyond need, Master. My heart
has no other choice. Sartre may have been right. There is no exit! I
have no fear, no anxiety. A contract with you is only a small
step that will confirm in words where my heart must be. So, it is in
truth, when I call myself your slave, know in your heart, Beau
has joined that slave to become of one mind, the only me, your slave,
who loves you, Master Earl.” He looked at me stunned for a moment.
“I will gladly
accept your love as my slave. I’ve never experienced a love from one
perspective. Most people want to separate love and proceed from
both. With you I can join my love into one as your total and
complete Master. I’ve always wanted that from a slave but never thought
I might find it. It makes things simpler to cut out the middle-ground.
You’re correct, the thought of loving you from that perspective takes
on a different passion. One I’ve always wanted to experience.”
“If it is your
will,— we will make it so.” I looked down as I spoke to him.
Master
Earl placed his mouth on his slave’s and the bond was sealed not with a
kiss of passion but one of welcome to the only two people in the room,
who joined hearts and minds to one pure, clear purpose of what their
love was to be,— a Master and his slave. Then it became clear to me his
actions of kissing my balls. Would you kiss your own balls if you
could? He just did.
Part II ~ A
Master of Wisdom and Reason
“Private visions, a kenning of
such things, my heart alone
should know. I run from one
to one and ask this
question of them all: What few have
seen the night enclose the day
at noon, and told a slave
the truth about the ways
of love.”
Canto 23 ~
Slave’s Song ~ W. D. Dux
(Posthumous)
Preparations
were almost ready for brunch when Master Earl and I returned to the
kitchen. Billy and Oscar had things under control. It was obvious they
knew their way around a kitchen and probably cooked in Master Earl’s
kitchen many times. Master Earl started making drinks, but I again
declined. I had enough last night. The door bell rang, Oscar and Billy
clucked and chortled as Master Earl walked by me.
“Follow Billy
and Oscar’s lead, and do as they do.”
“Yes, Master
Earl.”
Master Earl open
the door and there stood a most handsome older man wearing the most
beautiful turquoise blue shirt. His snow white ‘stash and beard with
his pale blue eyes was enough to make my heart leap to my throat and my
dick start to rise. Master Jeb entered.
“Welcome, good
Master, to our home. Our hearts are gladdened by you presence.” Master
Earl said with feeling.
“This Master
comes with love and peace for all and a glad heart. Thank you, Master
Earl.” The two men clasped arms then hugged each other.
Billy and Oscar
went to Master Jeb and knelt in front of him to kiss his boots. He
offered them the back of his hand, they kissed it, and put it to their
forehead for a moment.
“Arise, good
slaves, and show this Master your love.” With that Billy and Oscar were
all over him. I waited for them to finish and Master Jeb broke the ice.
“Ah,— but I see
there’s one more slave in your household, Master Earl. Has he been
instructed how to greet a Master?” He said with a big grin. Billy
and Oscar moved to his sides each clinging to a shoulder. Master Earl
looked at me, smiled, then snapped his finger and pointed to the floor
in front of Master Jeb. I was there in three steps and on my knees in
front of Master Jeb. I placed my hands around one boot and kissed it,
then the other and kissed it. I slowly rose to find the back of his
hand waiting. I took it, held it for just a moment, then kissed it
gently and pressed it to my forehead. I held it there until he
spoke in a generously demanding voice,
“Arise,
handsome, young slave, and show your Master your love.” I threw my arms
around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.
“To Hell with
that, slave, your Master wants a kiss.” He kissed me strong but gently
on the mouth. It was wonderful to see him again. He was in great
spirits. He complemented me on my welcome. He motioned to Billy
and Oscar.
“These two have
been doing that since before you were born. It was a treat to see our
new slave greet his Master. Well done, Master Earl. I see he’s in good
hands.” We all talked small talk and Master Earl made Master Jeb a
light drink.
Oscar, Billy and
I were busy carrying food to the deck. With three it took no time, and
we were ready to sit down and eat. The food was wonderful. We talked
about everything. When we finished the three slaves cleared the table
while the two Master’s talked privately. I didn’t hear a lot of the
conversation, but the way they were talking was in low tones and very
serious with occasional laughter. Master Jeb was listening intently to
Master Earl with a decided twinkle in his eyes. It was obvious he
was enjoying himself and having a good time. I was impressed at
Master Earl’s ability to socially place Master Jeb in the position of
revered, honored guest whom everyone had access to equally. We returned
with ice cream and fruit. Master Earl took the lead to discuss things
that happened and share them with Master Jeb, Billy, Oscar and I.
“We purposely
waited to discuss anything about the last couple of days because we
each have an emotional investment, not only in what happened, but with
each other. Beau was correct last night, Billy, when he said he
believed your and Oscar’s presence was not by chance. Wes loved the two
of you, and slaves don’t fool their Master’s for a moment. We know you
share secrets between you, you’ll take to your graves.” Billy and
Oscar just smiled sweetly not agreeing or denying.
“That’s as it
should be.” continued Master Jeb, “Those are things that bond you to
each other as brothers in our family.”
“Absolutely!”,
said Master Earl, “I welcomed the two of you being so generous
with Wes, and from the way things are going, neither of us will be able
to pry either of you away from our new slave, here.” Everyone
laughed as Master Earl motioned toward me. He went on to describe in
detail the strange evening we spent the night before. When he finished
there was a silence around the table that was filled with awe and
wonder. Master Jeb spoke first to break the silence we all shared.
“Over my years
of dealing with Master/slave relationships things of this nature are
not uncommon. I’ve observed and witnessed some pretty bizarre things.
Some almost frightening, but not in the sense of terror; more
like shaking the foundations of tired belief systems. A minor poet said
over three hundred years ago, ‘There is more under heaven and earth
than is dreamed of in your philosophy, Horatio!’ It remains true today.
For all mankind’s technological advances our belief systems are lagging
way behind. Our religions are still holding on to concepts conceived by
homophobic sheepherders thousands of years ago. Granted some teachings
are good, but many dealt with the society in which they were created,
using belief systems current for the day. By today’s standards
they’re outdated, and the have no real practical application to folks
in todays world. Who knows how many added or subtracted from ‘The
Word’ because they had individual axes to grind.
God’s Holy Word?
If God tells you, believe it. If another man tells you, be very
suspicious. Worse yet, if another man wants to tell you what it means,
and you must believe his interpretation,— run the other way. He
hasn't got any more idea what it means than you do. Organized religion
has never been for the betterment of people but for the control of
mankind. It COULD be, but it isn't! That’s the false pretense modern
day bible thumpers will try to sell you, but they’re peddling an old,
tired, out dated product that has little application in today's world.
Once you invest your emotions they have control over you;
however, never fool yourself, they ain’t interested in your soul,—
they’re only interested in how much you have in your wallet.
Because of the
freedoms we have, we’ve formed our own subcultures and things have
occurred because of the passions of our relationships that can’t
be easily understood by our current belief systems. Maybe, sometime
it’s best not to approach these things without the right questions or
perhaps without any questions at all. Accept it as it is. Just accept
the fact it happened. If we are meant to find a reason for it all, it
will be revealed no matter what questions we ask. Everything in the
universe is unfolding as it should. Look at the four of you. I’ve never
seen four people grow more than you have over the last two days. I know
each of you well. I even know Beau well enough to understand the four
of you have reached a new plateau in your understanding of life and
your place in the scheme of things. It’s truly remarkable.
Sometimes,
that’s the way our growth systems work. We go for long periods of time
caught in the same ruts and wonder if it’s ever going to change or get
better, and then, shit happens. Bamm! Overnight you have a marvelous
touch from a greater power, an other worldliness experience or moment
of high strangeness, that blows your damn socks off! That’s when we
grow. For example,— this young man came to me two weeks ago
contemplating suicide and needed to find some answers pretty damn
quick. Look at him today, he’s more confused than ever.” Everyone
laughed.
“Master Jeb, I
don’t remember talking to you about that.” I was embarrassed he read
through my facade.
“You didn’t have
to, Son, I could see it in you face. You were coming to a personal
crossroads in your life that needed to be addressed and soon. Your
guardian spirit knew it, too, and decided now was the time for action;
however, to get back to my joke about confusion. There’s some truth to
that, but fortunately answers have been coming regularly for our new
slave. From your description, Earl, I’d say almost hourly.”
“Yeah,”
interjected Master Earl, “I figured two every four hours last night.”
We all laughed again.
“My point is,”
said Master Jeb, “sometimes, out of chaos and confusion, comes our
clearest answers to what we truly want and need from life. I don’t have
to ask you,” he said looking directly at me, “‘cause from the
silly grin on your face there have been major truths and doors to
understanding have been opened to you this weekend?”
“Yes, Sir, they
have.” I blushed looking at Master Earl.
“And, do you
feel like considering suicide now, Son?”
“Not in the
least, Sir”
“My point is
made, gentleman!” Master Jeb said triumphantly winking at me,“More
revelations are sure to come for everyone at this table, me included.”
He added.
“Don’t think my
old heart can stand too many more.” said Oscar laughing.
“Sometimes, we
don’t have that choice. When it rains, it pours.” said Master Jeb.
“Then there’s more that happened last night?”
Master Earl
picked up from there and continued recounting to Master Jeb the
previous evenings paranormal three ring circus.
“You mean Wes
actually told you where the secret drawer was, Beau?”
“Yes, Sir, it’s
the only way I could have known about it.”
“Your bond with
him must have been stronger than we ever imagined; however, now I think
about it, men in a war situations can sometimes create powerful bonds
with each other. Bonds so strong and powerful modern psychology has no
concept of. We have no means or test to measure such phenomenon. No one
has ventured research in that area. We know little or nothing
about its ramifications.”
“We were pretty
close, Sir. I hate to say it in front of Master Earl but we were
lovers in Nam.”
“You see,— I was
right. Wes never wrote me anything about your relationship other than
he loved you very much. Perhaps, I should’ve read between the
lines.” He chuckled and continued, “He wrote that you saved his
life, five other men’s lives and was awarded the Bronze Star for
heroism.” I turned pale.
“WHAT?"
Exclaimed Master Earl, Billy, and Oscar in unison.
“Oh, God, Beau,—
I’m sorry, Son. I don’t think he wanted that known.”
“It’s all right,
Master Jeb, it’s no big deal. I had a job to do. I set my mind, with
God’s help and strength, I was going to do it. He helped me, and I did.
No big whoop.”
They were silent
for a moment. I could feel them staring at me, but I wouldn’t look up.
I knew Master Earl was looking at me, but I wouldn’t look back. What
must he think of me?
“No big whoop?
And, how many purple hearts did you receive before you threw the last
four away, Beau?” Master Earl spoke to me incredulously.
“Only three,
Sir.”
“Only three,—
I’m stunned, Beau.” said Master Earl. Billy and Oscar agreed.
“I have to agree
with ‘em, Son. It may seem no big whoop to you, but to us, it’s
pretty damn remarkable.” said Master Jeb. “Furthermore, Wes didn’t see
fit to mention anything about purple hearts.” he paused for a long
moment and there was a heavy silence at the table.
“Seven, huh?”
Master Jeb look down at the table and shook his head. “What are we
going to find out next about you, Beau? Let’s take him to the pool,
Earl, and see if he can walk on water?” Laughter broke the mood and I
was relieved.
“You gentlemen
may not realize the most remarkable thing about Beau’s accomplishment
was, he was a Navy medic, a field corpsman, attached to the hundred and
eighty-sixth division and carried no weapons. Son, I don’t know why you
did it or how, but if the military saw fit to give you a Bronze Star,
my hat’s off to you.” Master Jeb said sincerely.
“I try not to
think too much about what I went through in Nam to get those medals,
and they’ve become a constant reminder of the pain and sorrow I went
through over there. Who among us can know who we are and what we must
become? Who can turn skies back and begin again? How do you forget the
hurt? We bumble through life like bumper cars on a midway hoping one
day to find a clear path. Maybe those medals or what they represent are
like ‘good boy’ tokens and God has allowed me to cash them in to find
you good men. Maybe, just maybe, I’ve found something in my miserable
life that, with your help, I can truly become something I want for
myself. That’s far more important to me than a damn piece of metal that
haunts me. Perhaps we may be each other’s reward for having done
something right in our lives.”
“Damn, Beau,—
you have a way of expressing yourself that cuts to the heart of the
matter,— bravo!” Said Billy.
“Thanks, Mr.
McGee.” I smiled.
“You don’t know
about that, Master Jeb.” Billy spoke to Jeb, “Beau carried my picture
in his wallet seven years in Vietnam. He still has it. It seems I was
an early sexual fantasy man of his. He pulled it out and showed us,—
the picture, Master Jeb!” Billy giggled, “I was blown away.”
“I’ll have to
say that’s pretty damn remarkable as well. You see,— there all
ready have been revelations for all of us and more to come, I’m sure.”
“Then there was
another letter from Wes to me, is that right?”
“Yes, I left it
on my desk. Oscar?” Oscar was all ready on his way.
“Remarkable.”
said Master Jeb. “I didn’t bring his letter to me, today, because of
other personal matters between him and I that are not secret but will
be revealed in time.” Oscar brought the two remaining envelopes
including the two letters we read aloud last night. Master Jeb read the
letters to us first and broke down several times as he read them.
“No one can ever
say Wes wasn’t determined.” Master Jeb said with respect. “I knew about
the secret drawer. I didn’t know the contents. The volume of poetry and
these letter are remarkable. Will you read some of the verse for us
later, Beau?”
“Sure, Master
Jeb, but I warn you all, it’s heavy stuff. You might get your hearts
ripped out.”
“Couldn’t be any
worse than the roller coaster ride we’ve been on for the last
twenty-four hours.” Billy said.
Master Jeb
opened his envelope.
“Gentlemen,
please excuse me for a minute while I read this, and if it’s meant to
be read to all, I will.” He began reading and tears began to run down
his cheeks. “Oh, God!” He sighed a couple of times and breathed deeply.
“There’s nothing in the letter that’s private, but I’ll need help. I
won’t be able to read it aloud.” He handed it to Master Earl, who
handed it to me. I began to read:
My Dearest
Savior and Master,
As you know my
life has not been a cakewalk until I was rescued by you and my uncle
Jim. I’ve tried not to complain too much, but I needed that understood
before I say what I’m about to say. There has been five holy men in my
life who have reached down and saved me from sure death. My beloved
dad, Walker Johnson, Beau James, my uncle Jim, and you, are the first
four. I was never able to express to you how much I truly loved and
appreciated you and uncle Jim for taking me in like your own son.
You supported me, encouraged me, and ultimately trained me properly.
All this done with a fist of iron wearing a velvet glove and the love
from two hearts, each the size of an elephants.
What words could
I find to tell you of my love, appreciation and thanks? There simply
are none. Perhaps, simplicity should be considered but what the Hell:
Goddamn it, Masters Jeb and Jim, I love you. If I could, I would’ve put
a brass band on this page. I have you to thank for the final holy man
in my life, who for me, was my shining angel with leather wings. I know
in my heart you were responsible for us coming together. You could’ve
never found anyone I could’ve loved more. That angel saved me from the
surest destruction of all, myself. He made me stand and face my
worst fears and learn to spit in their eye. He’s a demanding, won’t
give an inch, ‘yes-you-CAN-you-little-son-of-a-bitch,’ hard-driving,
angel, but I love him more than he will ever know. He has an
envelope I asked him to surrender to you to be opened at a time we’ve
agreed upon. You know what it contains. I know he’ll be patient because
the method of my madness is for him. The spider hasn’t quite finished
his web. I realize you may be reading this after I’ve passed on so when
these things are done, my spirit will depart. My soul will be at peace.
Once again I
thank you for not taking ‘no’ for an answer. It would have been so much
easier for you to give up on me. You didn’t and to this day you never
have. Thank you for your beautiful and handsome size 13 D boot. I
not only learned to make love to it, show you the honor, homage and the
respect you deserve, but learned to wear it comfortably up my butt. No
Master’s boot was ever put to better purpose when I was feeling sorry
for myself. Other than the angel who owns me you are the only other man
I will ever think of in this life as my Master. From the bottom of my
heart you are the one man who deserves that title. God bless and keep
you. This unworthy slave will always bend his knees, anywhere, anytime,
and kiss your boots with pride to give you the respect, homage and
honor you so richly deserve.
Your loving
slave boy,
Wes
“Come here,
slave boy,— your Master needs you.” Master Jeb held out his big arms to
me, and I ran to fill them. He cried and I cried while I held him. We
were better after that. Our hearts were lighter. We made more drinks
and went to the pool. It was a lovely afternoon. Master Jeb and I
played in the pool and he held me in the cool water, our naked bodies
against each other.
“Next weekend is
yours, Master. Please don’t let Big Jim monopolize me all weekend. I
need to be with you. I want your love inside of me. I want to make love
to you the way a good slave should take care of his Master. Will you
speak to, Master Earl?”
“I all ready
have, Son. He’s agreed to the last two weekends before you come to live
with us. Then he understands there will be one, perhaps two weekends
before you're sold. He understands and supports your entering training.
He wouldn’t have it any other way. As for Big Jim,— I know more than
you think I do. I see the way you look at each other. The two of you
are like opposite poles of bar magnets that pull to each other. Damn,—
if anyone gets near the two of you they can feel the pull. It’s hard
for you to stay away from him, and he’s like a bull that hasn’t had a
heifer in two years when he’s around you. He’s got one thought on his
brain and that’s how quick he can get his dick up your butt. Wasn’t
that more of a plea for help because you're afraid of the power he
holds over you? He hasn’t pushed,— even though he’s wanted to. He
hasn’t said anything and won’t, but he’d love to throw a claim on your
ass. I know him so well. Don’t you think I know you two
have fallen in love with each other?
The Master I
have in mind for you is Earl. He needs you more than Jim, right
now. Big Jim will get along. I can tell you one damn thing, he’ll
never stop loving you, but he can’t have you right now because I want
you to be with Earl. You’ll just have to trust me on this. I’m right,—
you’ll see. You won’t lose Jim. Jim hasn’t made a claim for you because
I’ve asked him not to. It’s eating him up, but he has a part to play in
all this, you’ll see. Beau, put your trust in others for a change. Let
me be your hero for awhile. I promise you’ll get there safely with
everything your heart desires and more.” I got tears in my eye and
hugged him close.
“You know I’ll
trust you, Master. I’ve seen what you do and at this point I’d be
really stupid not to trust you when you are about to take possession of
me as your property. I can’t help worry about Master Jim because you’re
right in what you say. I don’t intend to tell Master Earl about Master
Jim. I feel so damned awkward and uneasy knowing I love Master Jim, and
here I am, falling in love with Master Earl. I don’t think of myself as
a trollop. Consider,— I’ve gone from nothing in my life, from the brink
of suicide to having two wonderful men interested in me in a brief
period of time. I want to be faithful to one love and Master Earl has
declared his love for me.”
“I understand
how you feel, but it will work out; have faith. As far as telling
Master Earl about your feelings for Jim, you don’t have to, but don’t
ever under estimate the man. He has a brain up in lights, and you won’t
get anything past him. Surprisingly, Wes could for some reason I
haven’t figured out yet. Wes would never lie to him. He had other ways.
In his last days you would have been proud of him he was a formidable
presence. Even though he had no problem being a slave to the man he
loved he commanded a respect from everyone he met. Together, he and
Earl became cornerstone’s of our family. Let me ask you this,— do
you think you could love Earl D.?”
“It’s a little
late for that question, Master Jeb. We have fallen in love. He’s very
open about his feelings. I’ve never met anyone in my life who’s so sure
of what he wants and has no doubt he’ll get it. I want to be his slave.
I want to serve him.”
“But,— ? Master
Jeb spoke questioningly looking me in the eyes.
“Do you read
peoples souls, Master?” Master Jeb laughed.
“Remember, Son,
I’ve been at this almost forty years. You won’t say it, but there’s a
part of you he can’t have.”
“If I love the
man with all my heart, acknowledge his claim, sign his contract with no
clauses, and passionately wish to be nothing more than his slave, what
more can I give, Master?”
“Your all!
Beau, I’ll always be honest with you; now, cut the crap! Be
honest with your Master, I'm the man who will own you in two weeks. You
absolutely must put your trust in me or back out now.”
“I didn’t want
to tell you because you all ready know.”
“Yes, but this
one I won’t say for you. I want to hear you say it. Hell, I want
you to hear yourself say it!”
“All right,
Master, my heart is with Big Jim.”
“And now, you’ve
heard yourself say it, and you know I won’t allow you and Jim to be
together, what do you feel.”
“That maybe I’ve
misplaced my heart?”
“See, I
knew you could do it. That’s the first step in correcting an
error, admitting there is one. I won’t let you acknowledge Earl’s claim
and hold back on him. I love him like a son. He’s been through too
much, for me to allow that to happen. He’s lost, Son. His soul is on
the line. He means serious business. He’s not playing you. You can take
his words to the bank. That’s powerful stuff, Beau, having that
much control over any one man. You could unwittingly destroy him. I
won’t let that happen.”
“Then he shall
have my heart as well.”
“Then you agree
to give him all? Not to hold anything back?”
“Yes, Master,—
I’ll give him my all. I’ll hold nothing back.”
“I believe you,
Son, that’s all I needed to hear. I know you’ll give him everything.
You’d never go back on your word. I know you that well all ready.”
“Right again,
Master.”
“You’ve agreed
to sign his contract with no clauses?”
“Yes, Master, I
have. Should I have waited to discuss it with you?”
“Not if that’s
truly what your heart wants. Talking with me wouldn’t change your mind.
However, you realize you could lose that which two weeks ago was
unthinkable to you.”
“I understand
that, Master Jeb, but I’ve never experienced the passion of a
relationship like this. I feel, to know that passion, I have to lay
them on the line. If he needs them to prove my sincerity, my love or my
need to be his slave, then he may have them. He has eloquently
explained his position to me, and I agree with him. I know I couldn’t
have it any other way. I don’t want it any other way. If he needs it
that way, then by God, as his slave, my first act of submission to him,
in the context of a relationship, will be to sign his contract as is.”
“Would you
believe me if I told you after Wes found out Earl made a claim for him
he said almost the same words to me. However, he got it in his head he
wanted that strange clause about speaking as equals about love;
however, he was willing to put his on the line, too.”
“And...?”
I questioned him.
“He lost them.”
End Chapter 7 ~
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