“I will not eat
green eggs with Ham!” From: Green Eggs
With Ham Dr. Seuss
Dad Jake was in
the shower singing at the top of his voice some strange Italian folk
tune from his collection of songs ‘me mother taught me.’ In tune,
on pitch, and a not too shabby, full baritone shower-voice.
“Enrique Caruso
you ain’t, Dad.” I hollered into the bathroom.
“I haven’t got
to the high notes yet, kid.”
The phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Hello young
man, and how are you this afternoon?” It was Master Jeb.
“Well,—
considering I just had the most Hellacious fuck thrown into my young
ass since you fucked me, I have come on my breath, an
extended belly full of good hot dad piss, and I can’t seem to get this
stupid grin off my face, I’d say I was doing just fine,
Master.” Master Jeb roared with laughter.
“Am I to
understand you haven’t lost a dad but gained a new Master?” He laughed
again.
“Better’n that,
Sir, I think I’ve gained the best of both.” I laughed this time
with him. “You knew it would turn out this way, didn’t you?”
“Well,— I had an
idea he wasn’t going to give you up that easily. As for knowing how
someone will act, it’s hard to say. Sounds like he kind of likes
the new title.”
“Does the term
‘duck to water’ mean anything to you, Sir?” Master Jeb laughed
again.
“Yes, and good
for him. Is he still there?”
“Yes, Sir, he
just got out of the shower, and he’s toweling himself as he gawks at
your slave-boy.”
“Would you put
him on the line for a minute, Son?”
“Sure Master,
hold on,— Dad,— Master Jeb would like to speak with you for a moment.”
“Let me
introduce you. Master Jeb Henshaw, I’d like you to meet my newest
Master, Master Jake Raggazzi, my dad.”
“Hell, Sir, I’ve
heard many good things about you.”
“Likewise,
Master Jake. I’d like to personally invite you to come to Mt.
Washington at your earliest convenience. I’d like to meet you in
person. I’ve got some cold beer, we can sit and visit and get to know
each other.”
“Sounds good,
Sir. I agreed to follow Beau up there tomorrow afternoon if that’s all
right with you?”
“Absolutely!
That would be great. I’ll look forward to meeting you tomorrow.”
“Same here, Sir,
and thanks.”
“You’re welcome,
Son.” Dad handed the phone back.
“Me again,
Master!”
“Beau that was
very thoughtful to introduce us like that. Most people wouldn’t even
think of such a thing. You really did have manners beat into you. Don’t
ever be ashamed to use your manners. They’ll take you far in life.”
“I’m happy
things turned out for the best. I didn’t like to think about the
possibility of losing my dad. I know it sounds crazy but he’s as
important to me as my real dad,— probably more so. My birth dad and I
tolerated each other sort a’ like a nervous truce. No matter how much
good I might try to do in life, he’s sure I’m bad, he just hasn’t
found proof yet.”
“Son, many times
the truest members of our family are not born under the same roof as
us. Meaning, we find our true family as we go through life. That’s
never more true than it is with gay men who feel disenfranchised from
their birth families. Jake sounds like a nice man, Beau. I’m looking
forward to meeting him and seeing you again. You have a lot of people
concerned for your best interest, Son. Master Earl stopped by
here on his way home and we talked for a while. While we were talking,
Sam Jenkins, your boss, called me. Sam’s a fine man. We’ve been friends
for many years. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other. He
thinks the world of you, Beau,— he's willing to co-operate and help
anyway he can. He was going to promote you to shop foreman Monday
morning and your dad to administration. Master Earl and I were
again blown away by you, Son, and also very proud. Since you’ve told
your dad the truth and the sky didn’t fall, then, we’ll have the
weekend for us to reach some decisions regarding your future. Sam said
we may call him at home after you and I’ve had a chance to talk. Are
you comfortable with that, Son?”
“Yes, Sir, I
place myself in your hands, Master. Any decision you make on my
behalf, I will, unquestioned, accept, Sir.”
“I know you
will, Son, and that’s a commendable attitude; however, a Master
will sometime ask his slave’s opinion or his input. Then after he has
all the information, he’ll make a decision, and it’s your duty to
support and agree with him. You must never question his decision or it
could cause both of you embarrassment and undermine your ability to
trust each other. Do you understand what I’ve just told you, slave?”
“Yes, Master, I
think so.”
“Perhaps that
will be the only thing that you and your Master will be equal on.
By making a claim for you to become his slave and your acknowledgment
of his claim, you both exchange equal amounts of trust. You say to him,
‘I trust you.’ and he says to you, ‘I trust you to trust me.”
“Do you have any
questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Remember, Beau,
a good Master isn't going to make a decision that concerns you unless
he's first determined what your preferences might be. Then, he’s not
going to arbitrarily decide against your preferences unless he has a
pretty damn good reason. Keep in mind, after you sign a contract he’s
under no obligation to explain his actions. That’s where trust really
applies. You will learn to trust his decisions. Well,— I’ve held you up
long enough. Get back to your new Master. By the way, Son,— have a good
evening with your future Master. He’ll be calling in a minute.”
“Uuuh,— Master,—
I don’t think you understand. Do you remember how you and Master Jim
filled me up?”
“That much,
huh? I knew I like that man.” Master Jeb fell out laughing.
“Look, Son, Earl D. told me he figured your dad would be with you
this afternoon because he knew you planned to come here right after
work tomorrow. He’ll think it’s a hoot just like I do. Besides he
doesn’t have an anchor tied to your ass yet. However,— I do! Since he
probably won’t get to see you all weekend, I think you should spend the
evening with him. He’s fallen in love with you, Son, but the two of you
need a weekend apart to cement the bond. You’ll understand later.”
“Yes, Master
Jeb, I understand. I also love you for leading the way for me at this
time. I have faith in you.”
“That’s good to
hear, Beau. If I don’t respond when you tell me of your love, it
doesn’t mean I don’t care. I care deeply. Years ago I decided not to
express my feelings to slave trainees. It’s better for you and for
me. As your trainer I don’t ever want it to cross you mind, ‘But,
you told me you love me, why would you expect me to do that?’ My answer
would be, ‘You’ve chosen to enter slavery and are here to be trained.
It’s because I love you I will require you to do this as part of your
training.’ Any Master who buys a slave from me can expect him to
hit the ground running. He’s been trained to expect almost anything.
You being my last, and hopefully my best slave, automatically have a
special place in my heart. The things we’ve shared together the last
few weeks and some yet to come will bond us for life. You may be sold
to another Master, but you’ll never lose me.”
“I appreciate
that Master, but I really don’t need you to confirm it. You radiate it
when I’m around you. It’s like a warm glow I can feel. It’s a
comfortable feeling.”
“Billy was
right,— you do have a way of cutting to the heart.” He laughed. “I’ll
see both of you tomorrow afternoon. Goodbye, Son.”
“Goodbye,
Master.”
“He seems like a
really down to Earth man, Beau. I can tell the way you talk to
him you love and respect him.” Dad said to me.
“You’re right,
Dad,— I have come to love him very much in a short period of time” Dad
looked at me funny and shook his head.
“I’ve never seen
a person with more love in them than you, Son, and I have a feeling
you’ve found a group of people who will best know how to appreciate and
tap that love.” Just don’t expect me to attend any fucking slave
showers when you’re sold to your new Master. I wonder if they’ll need
someone to give you away into slavery? I’d be proud to do that.”
“Ask Master Jeb,
maybe they do.”
“I’ve gotta’
run,— give your old man a hug.” Dad gave me a big bear hug.
“Thank you for
my new gift. I promise I won’t take advantage. Oh, Hell,— who the
fuck am I kidding,— you know damn well I’m gonna’ take advantage
of it. You gave me that right, didn’t you?”
“Absolutely,
Master!” He looked me directly in the eyes with that shit eating
grin of his, snapped his fingers and pointed to his boots. Once again I
fell to my knees, my mouth licking and making love to his big
boots.
“From now on,
slave, when I get ready to leave you will show your respect and
gratitude for your old man by kissing his big stomping boots the last
thing before he walks out the door. You understand, slave?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Jake, I hear, I understand, and will obey.”
“That’s a good
slave. It’s only right you show your old man some respect.
Yeah,— et the sides there real good, Yeah, that’s gettin’ ‘em
clean. Your old man, (Uh! Use a little more tongue there, slave)
your dad, has become one of your Masters. Yeah! Shows you
appreciate him taking you in off the streets, teaching you, raising you
right. Yeah, it’s only natural you should (Nah! Nah! go over that
again.) wanna’ show him how much you care about him and thank him for
shaping you into a slave-boy he can be proud of. (Don’t slow up there
slave, you’re not through until you Master tells you.) Yeah,—
it’s the least you can do for a man who keeps your little boy-butt
fucked so good it stays fucked two, three days at a time. Yeah!”
“Uuuh, Master,—
hoping only to please you, Sir,— it’s important for you to know that
talking shit like that flips your slave -boy’s switch. You’ve started
my slave hole dripping. I’ve got a boner the size of a tent pole.
If you don’t stop your little running dialogue, your humblest of
slaves is going to rip your fucking clothes off, impale himself
on your cock, and you’ll never get out of here.” Dad started laughing.
“Turns me on,
too, kid, look at that. Dad pulled his coveralls tight so I could
see his boner. “Get up and give your old dad a hug, and I’m out a’
here.” I gave him a big bear hug.
“Love you, Dad.”
“Love you, too,
Son.”
“I can’t wait
until we have to work late together. God, the two of us will be
wrecks after that.” We both laughed. Dad turned and left.
Well, that’s my
dad, folks, ya’ gotta’ love ‘em. God, I miss him all ready. The phone
rang again.
“Good Evening.”
“Beau, this is
Earl.”
“Do you mean
‘Earl’, as in ‘Master Earl’, Sir?”
“The same.”
“No disrespect,
Sir, but not to your slave.”
“Damn good
point, Son, let’s try that again. Slave, this is your Master
calling. Get you ass up here ASAP. I have dinner for us and
your Master needs his slave this evening.”
“If my Master
needs his slave, I’ll be there sooner than A.S.A.P., Sir.”
“How long,...?”
“Thirty, Sir.”
“See you then,
Son”
I ran into the
bathroom, and stuck my fingers down my throat. Master piss is a lot
less romantic coming up than it is going down. Cleaned me out though.
Suddenly, I was very hungry.
“Another night
in my Master’s arms. Thank ‘ya, Jay-zus!” I pulled into the car port of
Master Earl’s house, and he had the door into the kitchen open waiting
for me. It’s nice to go somewhere when you feel you’re wanted, they’re
waiting for you, and care enough to leave a door open. That says,
you’re welcome. You’re home. Master Earl had dinner on the table
and we immediately sat down to eat.
“How did your
dad take your explanation of your new life?”
“He amazes me.
Just when I’m sure he’s not going to comprehend some concept, he takes
it in, processes it, finds something in his data base to compare it to,
then restates it back to me clearer than I described it to him.”
“Why wouldn’t
you expect that of him? You have a hefty influence on people because
you approach life not willing to simply accept it as it is, but wanting
to understand why it can’t be more. That rubs off on people that live,
ho-hum, day in, day out, nine to five, cardboard lives. It makes
them stop long enough to ask, wait a minute, this guy isn’t too much
different from me. He may not have all the answers, but he’s trying his
damnedest to find his bliss. Why can’t I? Then, too, maybe it’s because
I’ve fallen in love with you, but people who drift into your sphere of
influence are struck with a childlike way of looking at life we all had
once and forgot when we grew up. You have a way of reawakening that in
everyone. If you told them you thought it would be fun to live in the
belly of a whale, they would ask how long they should pack for. I don’t
think you realize the influence you have on people. Good thing,— if you
ever did you might be dangerous.” Master Earl said laughing.
“I don’t know
about all that, but one thing you said hit home. Dad and I approach our
relationship like two kids drunk on some secret only they share.
I know he would never, ever, under any circumstances consider fucking
around with any other man. It would be unthinkable to him. He asked me,
after one of our sessions, if his fucking me, made him a homo? I
told him I didn’t think so. I thought he was an oversexed Italian with
raging hormones who would fuck anyone or anything who would lay still
long enough. When I described the life I was going into his most
important question was, ‘Do I get to be one of your Masters?’ When I
reassured him, by pointing out how he all ready was one, he went crazy
shifting gears between Master and dad. Hell,— he had me hitting my
knees so many times I wanted to call a break to strap on my knee
pads. I was afraid to come up here because my belly was stretch
out of shape from too much dad piss.” Master Earl almost choked
on his dim sum laughing.
“I would’ve
loved to have seen that, what happened?”
“Shit,— when am
I gonna’ learn to listen to Master Jeb? I expressed my concerns,
and he told me you would think it was a hoot. I threw it up.” Master
Earl looked at me incredulously and then laughed again.
“I went by Jeb’s
this afternoon after work. Sam Jenkins called while I was there and was
concerned for you. I waved at Sam this morning. I’ve known Sam for many
years,— long before he bought his slave, Yoshie. Sam and I go
back fifteen or twenty years. I had no idea you worked for
him. After I got home Sam called me. He briefly described
your early morning conversation and was happy for us. He described your
relationship with your dad. Sam fell out laughing when he described the
upside down boot print on your coveralls and the quick shuffle you gave
him to cover. He thinks you are the best thing since popcorn was
invented. He truly cares for you. You all ready know he was gonna’
promote you to shop foreman Monday. Jeb and I were like two proud papas
this afternoon.”
“Did you and
Master Jeb arrive at any agreement?”
“Well,— yes and
no. I know how far to go with Jeb, but I don’t go further. Oh, I guess
I could, but Jeb has his ideas. He’ll listen and agree with you all day
then do things his way. The reason we get along so well is I don’t
challenge his right to make decisions. Like you, it took me a long time
to learn to trust him, and every time I refused to listen to him I fell
on my face. I learned my lesson the hard way. I don’t do that anymore.
I told him you would like to keep working after training. He thought it
would be a good idea, but I got the definite feeling he doesn’t want
you working during training. Maybe, that’s best. That way your training
will be one concentrated effort, and as his last slave to train, I
think it’s important for him to do it his way. After I got home and
thought about it. I decided it would probably be better if you didn’t
work during that time. I think you’d get more out of it, and that’s
important to me, too. He wants to talk with you before he takes any
action or makes a decision.”
“He told me that
on the phone this evening. If you agree, Master, I have no
problem with just letting him take control. I want to be his slave for
my training and unless I give myself to him totally, with no questions
then I won’t feel like I’ve committed myself. It’s like you told me you
feel about a contract between us, and after hearing you explain to
Billy and Oscar, I know there’s no other way. I've had no second
thoughts about my decision that night and won’t. If I didn’t commit to
your contract as my first act of submission to you, I wouldn’t feel
like I was being serious about becoming your total slave. It would be
like I was playing at it and that’s not what I want or need.
Likewise, Master Earl, it’s important to me you’re convinced of my
sincerity. How could you be if I didn’t totally commit to you?”
“Beau, you
really have thought this out; obviously better than I have. This is a
prime example of a Master learning from his slave. It does happen. Wes
taught me many things about people and my response to them. To carry
your thoughts one step further, how could I expect you to submit to me
if I didn’t urge you to do the same with Master Jeb. With that
information, you will do as Master Jeb decides, neither of us
will question him, and that’s an order, slave.”
“Yes, Master,
you know I’ll obey, and that’s the way it will be.”
“Now, slave,—
this talk has made me horny. I wasn’t going to demand sex from
you tonight. You just had your dad over and,...”
“Is there never
a case where a slave might become forward and beg his owner to take him
because of a deep need to serve his Master, please him, be needed by
him, and be used by him?”
“Do you need to
jump in the shower?” He asked smiling at me in joy.
“No, Sir, I
cleaned up when I got home from work. Oh,— but maybe I should
because I still have dad’s seed inside me.”
“Oh, no, you
don’t. That’s an instant hard on, the thought of my seed mixing with
your dad’s inside of you. Woah! Maybe together we can knock you up.
Wouldn’t that be fun? Help me put this food away and we’ll move
to the bedroom.”
That night a
handsome Master made love to his slave because they wouldn’t see each
other for several days. For them, their soul’s warming from the
glow of their love, it would seem an eternity. To survive the three day
winter, they needed reaffirmation of their love. Amantes sunt
amentes. (Lovers are crazy.) We took care of the necessaries and
surprisingly got to sleep at a decent hour. Master Earl set the
clock fifteen minutes earlier than usual so we might have a more
leisurely morning. We were able to spend a few minutes having coffee
and talking. I had to get use to mornings with the most handsome motor
officer LAPD could claim. I noticed after he put his uniform on
his demeanor changed. His voice pitch dropped a fifth. He
took on a serious, strict, but fair, father aura. However, he
didn’t change when relating to me. He was, at all times, my Master. We
rode down the hill together, him leading the way, naturally. I would
ride just a little behind to get a good look at his boots I kissed
goodbye less than five minutes ago. I got a roaring hard on and pulled
into the lot right after Sam. He walked over to ask if I had a good
evening with my Master. I stretch my coveralls tight in front to show
Sam my salute to morning.
“Does that tell
you what kinda evening it was, Sam?” I said laughing. Sam took one look
and shook his head.
“Kid, you got it
bad. Worse case I’ve ever seen.”
“Case of what,
Sam?”
“Master/slave
love.” was his answer.
“Is there any
hope, Doctor Sam?” I asked in a concerned voice.
“Nope,— once
infected,— it’s terminal.” He was in good spirits this
morning. “If, by some miracle you survive or your friends don’t
kill you first, you may have to live with it the rest of your
life. Frightening! Horrible! Two fine looking young men cut
down in their prime.”
“Hey, Sam,
thanks for calling Master Jeb and Master Earl. I guess Master Jeb wants
to discuss things with me.”
“You’re welcome,
Beau. Got the feeling Jeb doesn’t want you coming to work for at least
three months worth of training. Not to worry, your old Master Sam
has a few tricks up his sleeves. I think we can get you a leave of
absence for at least that long. You don’t worry, your family will work
it out. Earl says he’s all for it if you want to continue working after
training.”
“Thanks, Sam.”
There was something different about the way Sam was relating with me
this morning. He was more open and warm than I could ever remember. I
caught him looking at me from his office several times as I was typing
up the assignment sheets for dad. I began filling the sheets out as I
knew what jobs dad would assign whom. I was busy but I caught dad
coming in to see if I had the sheets done. As he passed Sam’s office I
saw Sam call out to dad to come into his office for a minute. Sam
seemed to be talking in low tones so no one else could overhear their
conversation. All of a sudden dad hit his forehead with the butt
of his hand and said at the top of his voice,
“Son of a bitch!
You’re lying!” Sam was shaking his head and trying to calm dad down.
They didn’t talk much longer and dad came in with a big smile on his
face.
“Mornin,’
friendly.”
“Mornin,’ Dad.
You gonna’ buy me a cup this morning? I got ‘em all filled in and
ready for you to pass out, Sir.” I added to see if I could get a
response. Dad lowered his voice and spoke sternly.
“A cup of coffee
for doing what any good slave-boy should be doing for his Master.
Especially one as good, kind, handsome, understanding, and just all
‘round nice guy as your old dad.”
‘Oh, brother.’ I
thought. I wheeled in the chair and looked at him, “No coffee,
huh? Then I guess a blow job’s out of the question?”
“Ah, the poor
man who purchases you. C’mon, kid,— coffee’s on me.”
“Yeeees!”
I said. The day went quickly. I didn’t get many visits from dad.
I sure could of used a big daddy boot plug fucking about
nine-thirty. He was busy showing some of the new guys how to get things
organized. We did eat lunch together, but dad was unusually quiet. He
would respond to me, but he didn’t volunteer much conversation.
Most of the time I couldn’t shut him up.
“Something
wrong, Dad?” I asked.
“No, no, I’m
kinda melancholy today thinking about you going for what you want out
of life. I’m not turned on to the idea of becoming some dude’s slave;
however, it’s easy enough for me to accept for you if it’s something
you must do. You’ve convinced me it is, so I’m all for you finding
happiness. I guess I never sat down and asked myself what would really
make me happy. Would I be willing to radically change my life to get
it? Of course not. Then I think of my wife, Anita. She works her butt
off for those kids, but they don’t seem to appreciate anything. Would
you take it wrong if I was to tell you I might be just a little
jealous?”
“No, Dad, I
think I understand.”
“It has nothing
to do with your choices, but the fact you’ve thought it through and
you’re going for it. I’ll be all right. We still going to Mt.
Washington this afternoon?”
“Yeah, Dad, if
your up to it.”
“I’m looking
forward to it. Don’t worry, Son, by the time we walk out a’ here
I’ll be in much better spirits and ready for a cold one.”
“By the way,
Beau, is there anything you haven’t told me?”
“Nothing of
major importance, Dad. Why?”
“Oh,— no real
reason, just asking.” Dad said winking at me mischievously.”
Part II ~
Someone To Watch Over Me
"Won’t you tell
him please, to put on some
speed, Follow my lead,
Oh how I need, Someone to watch
over me. I’m a little
lamb who’s lost in the woods, I know I could
always be good, To one who’ll
watch over me." Ira Gershwin
I rode my bike
slowly up the hill off Avenue forty-three toward Mt. Washington. Dad
stayed right behind me, and parked on the street when he saw me pull
into the drive. It wasn’t much of a drive. It was more like
a drive into car port with a huge four car garage. The Mt. Washington
area is one of the older communities in Los Angeles. There are a lot of
fine, older homes that can be bought reasonably, fixed up and sold for
a good profit. The money represented in any particular block is varied.
There can be an old fixer-upper shack next to a million dollar
home. Then the gays discovered Mt. Washington. It seemed
everyone was buying, fixin’ up, and turning over for a profit. That’s
the way it was with Master Jeb. He bought a huge, six bedroom,
two story home right after Vietnam to fix up. Well,— there had
been some things done and others that were started. Projects seemed to
run out of steam somewhere along the line.
Over the years
the projects that were finished made the place so comfortable Jeb
couldn’t part with it. When he was in the height of slave training he
would have four to six people living there regularly. It was a large
lot and featured an older square swimming pool that was still in use.
It originally had several out buildings and a large barn, Master Jeb,
with Master Jim’s help, converted to a hall for family functions. They
did a great job. At the far end there was small stage built about
three feet off the floor. It was a wonderful place to hold meetings and
doubled as a great show room for the latest model slaves. The house was
huge and rambled on and on. Every time you thought you’d thoroughly
investigated the house, you discovered another small room you
didn’t know was there.
After living
there about a year, Master Jeb and Jim discovered a huge basement
directly under the house. Only a small portion was in use at the time.
The rest was boarded up. They ripped out all the boards used to cover
up the large basement. When they got through, it was not only a
huge area it was sub-level; a perfect place for a dungeon. It became
the dungeon of dungeons and could be seen in almost all S&M leather
magazines of the seventies and eighties. Along the back wall, behind
the stairs, Jeb and Jim constructed eight five by eight holding cells
for slaves. They created a small area that looked like a typical
basement storeroom with washer/ dryer hook ups. They created a faux
wall that ran the same direction as the stairs and a wall directly
behind the stair. If you didn’t know there was more it looked like a
typical, eight by twenty, Southern California utility basement from the
thirties or forties.
Underneath and
behind the stairs was a three foot wide by six foot high portion of a
solid looking brick wall that opened into the main area of the basement
dungeon. It was so well done, the dungeon was virtually hidden from
view. That’s exactly the way they wanted it so it wouldn’t be
discovered. It never was. Jeb and Jim cleverly built the outside walls
with a two foot dead air space in which they stacked two feet by
four foot bails of hay for sound proofing. This ran the entire
perimeter of the dungeon. The overhead floor beams were eight foot to
the base of the two by twelve massive beams. They filled that area with
three thicknesses of R-12 fiberglass insulation. They covered that with
one inch dry wall.
It was so sound
proof you could play a boom box in the middle of the dungeon, volume to
max, and with the entry door closed, it couldn’t be detected from
above, inside or out. It was so well sealed they had to pump air into
it to keep from using all the oxygen. It was pitch black during
the day and most everything in it was painted black. They found heavy
wrought iron candle holders that would hold long burning fat candles.
When the candles were lit and some small pin spots used to light a
small area it looked like something out of the Inquisition. It was
every Master’s dream dungeon with every conceivable kinky apparatus one
might imagine. They thought of everything. There was a huge shower,
toilet area in the space not taken up by the faux wall extension.
It took Jeb and
Jim an entire year, working evenings and weekends, to complete the
project. Jeb planned it to the nines and after it was done it
became a great source of recreation for the two men and invited guests.
The two men, James Anthony Johnson and Jebadiah Mc Innis Henshaw were
great friends. They survived the early years of Vietnam and were
seven and twelve years older than me respectively. Big Jim was a
restless soul and would announce to Jeb he had to go. He would
hop on his Harley and Jeb wouldn’t see or hear from him for months at a
time. He always came back. The men had an undeniable bond,— for they,
too, held each other during nights of horror in South East Asia.
They were more
than friends. They were more than brothers. Their bond of love was so
great, nothing could turn them from each other. Jeb never made a point
of telling Big Jim he was welcome anytime; Jeb’s home was Jim’s home
anytime he wanted to be there. Although Big Jim was physically larger,
he was younger than Jeb, and he always allowed Jeb to lead the way.
They trusted each other completely. They fought together, they lived
together, they worked together, they played together, they lost
together, and they cried together. Yet, in all those years rarely had a
cross word for each other. They were proud of that fact.
Master Jeb came
out of the house to meet us. He gave me a big bear hug and stuck
out his big hand to dad.
“Wa’sa matta, I
don’t get a hug?” Dad said in his best “goom-bah” imitation.
Master Jeb threw back his head and laughed.
“Of course you
do, Jake.” He threw his big arms around dad in another bear hug.
“It’s damn good
to meet you, Son.”
“It’s good to
meet you, too, Sir,— especially after hearing all the good things about
chu.’ I told myself I have to find out if this man is real and
damned if you ain’t.” Dad went on. They seemed as comfortable with each
other as a matched pair of socks.
“C’mon in!
Come on in! Master Jeb urged. “Let’s sit out here on the
screened porch. I’ll get us some beer. You drinking today, Beau?”
“Yes, Sir,
thanks.” Master Jeb left for the kitchen.
“Beautiful old
California bungalow design house.” Dad said quietly.
“Dad, where the
Hell did you pick that up?”
“Anita and I
worked on the Heritage Park houses and learned a lot about California
style homes.” Master Jeb returned with the beers.
“Master Jeb, dad
just surprised he Hell out of me. He recognized your house as a
California bungalow style design.”
“Listen to your
dad, Son, he’s usually always right, eh, Jake?”
“Yes, Sir, I
keep telling him that but you know smart ass kids,— ”
“Yes, I most
certainly do; however, I’ll have the honor to straighten out some, but
not all, of the kinks in this one in about two weeks.”
“Oh, do be
careful, Sir,— there’s one kink I’d hate for you to straighten.” They
both yucked it up at my expense. I’ll have to admit, it was
pretty damn funny and allowed dad to say volumes to Master Jeb. Dad let
him know he’d be comfortable talking with him about anything. I
was more proud of dad at that moment, than I’d ever been. My
investment in him more than paid off. We talked and drank for a while
and Master Jeb asked dad if he could drink another beer. Dad told
him he’d appreciate one. I went to get them but only brought two
for them.
“Beau, I need
you to run an errand for me. You know where you turn off Avenue
Forty-three to come up here, there’s that shopping center there?
There’s a Save-on drug store in that complex. I have two
prescriptions ready to be picked up. Just sign my name, and they’ll let
you have ‘em. There’s a brief list of things I need from the store next
door and enough money to cover. Also add another six pack
of beer to the list. Now,— I know you’re sharp enough to think,
‘The old man just wants to get rid of me for a while,so he can talk to
my dad alone!’ And, I would say to that, ‘Smart young man!’ Here’s the
keys to my ranger. Thanks Son, I appreciate it”
“You’re
right about what I might think; however, I would never question you.
You have your reasons, Master.”
“I know you
wouldn’t, Son. Don’t feel hurt.”
“I’m not hurt,
Sir. I’m happy the two of you seem to be hitting if off well
enough you want to share Master talk. I felt you would like each
other; I’m glad to see it happen. Be back after while, Dad,—
Master.” I left to run my errands.
“The kid has a
way about him, don’t he?” Dad said to Master Jeb. “He’s
unbelievable sometime. You want to pinch him sometimes to see if
he’s real.” The two men laughed. “I thought I knew the little
shit pretty well but Sam calls me into his office this morning and
tells me you said he was a war hero with,— ”
“Seven Purple
Hearts and a Bronze Star?” Master Jeb finished for him.
“Yep! I’m keeping them for him in a very intricately sealed
wooden box. He wouldn’t tell me what was in the box but ask me to trust
him it wasn’t drugs or anything illegal. None of us would have known if
a letter to me about him hadn’t happened to mention them.”
“Seven
Hearts? Bronze star? Hell, he’s never said a word to me
about them. I’ve been kinda down all day thinking about it. He
know’s me well. He knows something’s bothering me even though I told
him ‘no.’ Don’t do any good, he sees right through me. He knows
something’s wrong.”
“You know, Jake,
I had the same feeling when I first found out. Then I stopped to think,
what if it was me? Is it something I’d go around telling
everyone? Not really. Would they think I’m a braggart trying to use it
to get something, attention maybe? Would they think I was lying? After
all, he is a gay man and they’re supposed to be fey and play with
dolls. Who ever heard of such a thing? A gay man,— a
war hero? Well,— you get the idea.”
“Yes, Sir.
I see your point, but I just had my head up my butt thinking about my
own feelings. I guess I’ve come to love the little shit so much
my own feelings get in the way.”
“Tell him just
what you’ve told me when he gets back. He might be a bit upset
with me I but can handle him. After all, I didn’t tell you, Sam
did. I told Sam because he might be able to use it as a leverage to get
him a leave of absence for three months. The man who I hope will become
his Master would like to see him continue working. This man has plenty
of money and certainly could afford to support the two of them. I’ve
known him for years. Sold him his first slave who died in a plane
accident over four years ago. Beau wants to continue working, and I
think it’s a good idea. It’ll give him a sense of contributing, pulling
his own weight, and that can be important in any relationship.”
“I agree, Sir,—
that’s another thing. He talks about you all the time. He’s never
mentioned another Master he may be sold to. You know, Sir, before I
knew anything about him being connected with your family I told him I
felt he needed a good man to serve. God as my witness, those were my
exact words. Is his intended Master a good man, Sir?”
“It’s almost
like you intuitively knew where he was heading. That’s really
interesting, Jake. Yes, the man who hopes to become his Master is a
fine man. He’s an LAPD motorcycle officer. He stopped Beau on
Silverlake Blvd. doing eighty in a thirty-five mile per hour zone; gave
him a ticket for only ten over speed limit. Asked him where he
was going in such a rush. Well,— you know honest Beau,— told him
the truth. It just happened this officer and I know each other. Beau
was gonna’ be late for a deadline of eight o’clock. Oh,— I
remember now,— you were kinda down and he called me to ask for an hour
extension on my deadline. I gave him two hours, so he could be
with you for a while.”
“Yes, Sir, I
remember that, too.”
“This cop friend
of mine tells Beau to get back on his bike and follow him. Beau
does like he’s told, and here they come up my street, lights flashing
and siren blaring. He gets a police escort to give me an answer
if he wants to enter slave training or not. Now,— who else in the world
would that happen to? What are the mathematical probabilities the cop
who gives him a ticket is a good friend of mine whose slave died four
years earlier? Too many neat little round pegs fitting into too
many little round holes. No pun intended. If you hadn’t been
feeling down and delayed him, he never would have met this cop buddy of
mine unless it was through me. The really big cherry on top of all this
is, the cop is the very man I have in mind to become Beau’s future
Master. I hadn’t given Beau any details about him or told him he was a
cop.”
“That’s pretty
damn spooky, Jeb.”
“There’s
more,— a lot more,— you’ll find out about later either from him, or you
and I will talk again soon. I don’t think for a minute he’s
trying to keep things from you. The way he talks about you. I thought
you must be Jesus returned.” Master Jeb laughed. “The way that
kid talks about you, if you can't walk on water I be very
surprised. Right now, I’ve gotta’ talk to you about you and him
before he gets back. You don’t have to stop seeing Beau just because
he’s in training. I’ll be blunt with you for time sake; you can have
your cake and eat it, too. Meaning, you’re welcome to visit him
over here. I have an enormous dungeon in the basement that’s very
private. You go down there, close the door, lock it if you want, tie
him to the ceiling, set his hair on fire and no one will bother you.
It’s completely sound proof so no one will hear his screams as he
swings to and fro.” Master Jeb laughed heartily at his own joke.
So did my ever-loving dad for that matter.
"Just give me a
call before you leave work, and I’ll see to it that he’s ready for you.
Now,— if you’re not comfortable coming up here I’ll understand, but I
wanted you to hear it from me, you’re welcome. To be honest I think it
would be good for him if you did show interest in how he's coming
along. Your thoughts and opinions are important to him.”
“Oh, Hell, Sir,—
I certainly don’t feel shy about Beau and my relationship. I don’t know
how it happened. No,— that’s a lie,— I do know how it happened. I
was doing my usual sick thing, using my boot to act like I was fucking
his butt. Well,— something happened, he relaxed, raised his legs so’s I
could get to his ass a little better. I thought, ‘I’m just gonna' see
where this goes.’ After about three minutes, I could’ve sworn I
felt him come. I asked him what he had in his ass. Like you
said, don’t ask him a question if you don’t want to hear the truth. He
told me his dad made him wear a butt plug everyday to remind him who
his hole belongs to. I made him stand in front of me so I could feel it.
Dogies, it was a
big plug, but Jeb, the strangest thing happened. I thought it was
the hottest damn thing I’d ever heard of. It really turned me on. I
sprung a boner that wouldn’t go down. I told him I’d have him wear one,
too, if he was my boy and meant it. I kept thinking, ‘Damn, it may be
an extreme way to keep someone reminded of your love, care, or
ownership, but then it makes a very passionate statement to require
someone to do that.' I have a feeling most of us live our lives without
much passion, but when we witness it, it can be a powerful sexual
stimulant. Then I thought, 'If fucking him with my boot turned me on
that much, what would it be like to fuck him in the butt with my dick?'
I never realized
before how many times I'd admired his tight little ass. I never thought
he would go for it when I invited myself over to fuck him.
He called my bluff. Sweet as he is, he told me his door was
always open for his dad. That sent me up a tree. The sick fantasy of
fucking my little boy, which he’s become, in his butt just added fuel
to my all ready stimulated, raging hormones. The first night I fucked
him I thought, ‘I don’t give a shit whether I may have to wear a label,
I’ve gotta’ get me some more of this!’ I’ve never fucked anyone
that hard in my life. The harder I fucked him the more he begged me to
fuck him harder. I was afraid I was gonna’ hurt him. He assured
me I wasn’t, so I fucked him even harder. I would never fuck a woman
that hard. Neither would I ever fuck another man.
Here’s the part
I can’t seem to understand. I shower at Beau’s. He warns me not to use
soap ‘cause women pick up on things like that. He’s probably right.
Every time I get home, after fucking my brains out with Beau, my old
lady wants sex, and not just our usual fifteen minutes. My wife, whom I
love dearly, turns into this wild animal, and we have the hottest sex
we’ve ever had. It has reawakened in me why I love and married her in
the first place. She’s expressed the same. Now,— I don’t know what’s
going on or why, but I ain’t about to question it.
I’ll lay my
cards on the table, Master Jeb, I can’t let go of him. I have too much
invested in teaching him, working with him every day, some of the best
sex I’ve ever had in my life has been with that boy, and — ” Jake hung
his head and breathed deeply, “God help me,— I love him, Jeb. I really
came up here tonight to beg you to consider letting me have even one or
two evenings during the three months. I guess, Master Jeb, what I’m
trying to say is, I appreciate you being honest with me and gratefully
accept your offer.”
“Jake, you don’t
have to call me Master Jeb. Jeb will do fine.”
“Sir, I’ve heard
Beau call you Master Jeb a thousand times, and I began to think of you
as “Master Jeb.” I’d appreciate calling you that, too, not
because I want to think of you as my Master, but as a sign of respect
for being my son’s Master. In my mind, you have become Master
Jeb, and I don’t think I would be comfortable calling you anything
else. That is, with your approval, of course.”
“How could I not
approve such a well presented and thought out request. Of course you
may call me ‘Master Jeb,’ and I’m glad you were candid in your reasons.
Then there will be no misunderstanding on either part.”
“I don’t know
why I feel like I’ve known you a long time but I do. I feel I could
tell you anything. and it wouldn’t leave this room. That in mind, I
have another small confession to make. I really could get into this
Master/slave thing. I’ve just played around with Beau. Nothing
too serious, but I feel it growing. I don’t want to be mean to Beau,
but I become a different person when I shift gears from dad to
Master. I think the need for control is more important than any
of us ever thought about. My life with six kids and one on the way
seems to be an uncontrollable, bull elephant running amok through a
three ring circus. When Beau told me I would gain confidence in
myself, to not ask, but demand and expect certain things from him, I
thought he was nuts. No more. It’s like the control has
become an aphrodisiac and to me it’s becoming addictive.
It’s as strong
as any illegal drug, to feel for a small amount of time I’m in control
of someone who has given me that right. There’s no feeling I can
compare it to. Since Beau has given me this gift my life has become
easier and more manageable. I used to dump all responsibilities
for the kids on my wife, Anita. I don’t do that any more. I try'n
take a more active part, and it’s working. I’m finding I can have some
control over my life. I’m doing better at work than I have in ten
years, all because of one gay man,— who never pushed,— went along with
my rough edged, homophobic humor with love and patience, until one day,
long before we started playing, it hit me so hard I left work early,
went out, got roaring drunk, slept on the couch, and called in sick the
next day.
I realized I had
fallen in love with him. Me,— a straight man,— who never, ever thought
he would have feelings like that for another man. I was
devastated. How could this be happening to me? I kept
thinking, ‘I’m not interested in sex with the kid so I can’t be
homosexual.’ That’s when he became my boy. It was ‘boy’ this
‘boy’ that. It was easier for me to accept him as 'my boy.' He
knew what was going on and was comfortable with that small amount of my
love. He never ask for it in the first place. He still doesn’t. He
started calling me Big Daddy Jake, which was his way of saying,‘Look
old man you don’t fool me for a minute.’ He never pushed and
would have been perfectly satisfied with our relationship to go on like
that.
However, after
the plug incident, and he called my bluff, we launched into a new
relationship. He’s never called me Big Daddy Jake after that
first night. I became, dad. He was serious. He became my son. I was and
still am serious. It helped me understand a lot of things. Being
exposed to all this and meeting you is bringing things in focus. I’m no
longer afraid of sexuality. My sexual interest do not have to fit
within the confines of a small square box society tries to make
everyone think is the only way. My point in all this rambling is, I’m
drawn to that need to control like a moth to a flame. Right now, I
would be incapable of exploring it with anyone but Beau. It turns
me on like I’ve never been turned on in my narrow minded, fucking life.
Beau tells me I’m getting pretty good at it. I just feel like I’m
giving him something he needs.”
“I know, he’s
been telling me about you getting into snapping your fingers and
pointing to your boots. To say nothing of him having to explain his
belly full of dad piss to his cop Master last evening.” Master
Jeb laughed.
“Oh, my God, the
poor kid. That’s too bad. Oh shit, Jeb,— why am I laughing?” The
two men laughed and were still laughing when Beau walked in the house.
“One final
thing, Jake, if you’re serious about learning to be a Master, the
dungeon downstairs is the best place to learn. You’re lucky, in a
way, you couldn’t wish for a better slave than Beau. By the time he
graduates from training you won’t recognize him. He will become a
total slave whose only purpose will be to serve. If you think playing
Master turns you own now,— just wait. I won’t be able to get you
out of that dungeon. Watch out, you may find yourself wanting one of
your own.” Master Jeb said with humor, winking at Jake.
“Please, Master
Jeb, the thought has all ready crossed my mind more than I’d like to
think about. I’m afraid I might be changing.”
“Nonsense, Jake!
I have over a dozen straight men, happily married with families, who
have bought a man-slave from me to fuck on the side. I know they
haven’t switched. Well,— one did. He got tired of putting
up with women’s shit. When the wife has headaches or won’t put out they
call up the slave, tell him to clean out, grease it up ‘cause
Master’s on his way over to tear off a piece. Beau told me you
were questioning yourself. My advice,— don’t. If it floats
your boat, as long as you’re not physically or mentally harming anyone
what harm can there be? You don’t feel harmed or taken advantage of in
your experience with Beau, do you?”
“Gosh no!
Sometime he’s the only bright spot in my day, and that’s aside from the
sex. I guess I’ve come to depend on him to make me laugh, and he always
does.”
Part III ~ Come
Together, Over Me.
his flesh was
flesh his blood was blood: no hungry man
but wished him food; no cripple
wouldn't creep one mileuphill
to only see him smile.
From: my father
moved through dooms of love e e cummings
I came
back from the store and asked Master Jeb if I might get undressed.
“I don’t mind,
but I really think you should ask Master Jake if he would be
comfortable with that.”
“Master Jake may
I have your permission to remove my clothes?”
“I’ll consider
it slave. Hit parade rest, and keep your mouth shut until I get back to
you on that. Master Jeb and I are still talking. When we’re
through, I’ll discuss it with you. I don’t want to hear another word
out of you unless either of us asks you a direct question. You’re not
to move from there either. Is that understood, slave?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Jake, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Master Jeb put
his arm around Jake’s shoulder, and led him to the kitchen to get
another beer. The two men were far enough from me I couldn’t hear what
they were saying, but I knew I loved Master Jake being firm with me in
front of Master Jeb. I was proud of my dad that he felt comfortable
enough in front of Master Jeb to control me. He wasn’t mean. He was
firm, demanding, and I had no question as to his seriousness. Funny, my
dick was rock hard. Somehow, I knew dad’s was, too.
“Damn, Master
Jake, that was fine.” Said Master Jeb. “I’ve always said Beau’s a
natural born slave, but I’m beginning to believe we may have a natural
Master on our hands,too. You were firm, yet told him you weren’t
ignoring him, but manners dictate he wait until you’ve finished your
conversation before he can expect an answer.”
“Well
done. Now, Jake,— did that turn you on?” Dad Jake pulled his
coveralls tight at the waist so Master Jeb could see the outline of his
erection. Master Jeb laughed so hard he almost choked.
“Come, Jake,—
let me give you a tour of the dungeon. We’ll return and you may deal
with the boy as you see fit. I guarantee he’ll still be in the same
spot at parade rest.” Master Jeb began to give Jake the tour of the
dungeon through the secret door. Master Jeb flipped on some
select spots to give the dungeon a mysteriousness that made Jake stop
dead in his tracks. He stood there for the longest time, his
mouth open and his eyes glazed.
“You okay,
Son?” Master Jeb inquired. No immediate answer from Jake.
“Much better
than just ‘okay,’ Master Jeb. I’m home.” He said softly like a
young boy.
“It does have a
comfy, lived in feeling to it, doesn’t it?” chided Master Jeb.
“Master Jeb, are
you sure I haven’t died and this is heaven?” Jeb gave a hardy laugh.
“Okay, young
man, here are my parameters or rules for the dungeon and seeing
Beau. Monday nights are reserved. You may have no more than two
afternoons a week until he finishes training. You may schedule Tuesday
and Thursday or Wednesday and Friday evenings. They don’t have to be
the same from week to week. I understand work plays a part and
you just may not be able to get up here on a scheduled night; so, let’s
be flexible. If you can’t schedule until a Thursday then you
can’t have Friday as one of you two days. I insist on one day apart for
both your sakes. Say you schedule for a Tuesday and see you can’t make
it, then you may reschedule for Wednesday and Friday. You may
have a Friday if your schedule hasn’t allowed you to get up here before
then. Is that fair?”
“Jeezzs, Master
Jeb, it’s more than fair. You’re everything Beau said you were
and more.”
“Dungeon rules
are simple. You’ll find everything you need on those shelves over
there. There’s a clipboard on a nail at the end of that shelf. If
we run out of something, simply write a note so it can be replaced for
the next person. Any toys you decide to use on him you supervise, make
sure he cleans and puts away. You don’t ever lift a finger to
clean anything in the dungeon. That’s what we have slaves for. It’s an
expected part of their job description.” They both laughed at his
joke.
“Would you care
to take it out for a test drive this evening, Sir?” Master Jeb
laughed using one hand to encompass the whole of the huge dungeon.
“If I wouldn’t
be inconveniencing you in any way, Master Jeb.”
“Nah, I
didn’t plan anything this evening, I thought this might happen.
Let’s go back upstairs and you turn control of him over to me. If
you are once given control you must give it back to avoid confusion for
the slave. I’ll send him down to clean himself, and when he’s through,
he’ll buzz me up here. Let me set him up the first time for you
in the sling. I’ll come back up and send you down. Then take as much
time as you like. You have my word, no one will disturb you. Do
we have a plan?”
“We do. Master
Jeb and thank you for your considerable hospitality.”
“Glad to do it,
Son.” The two Masters came back to the small room off the porch
were I was still standing at parade rest. Master Jake walked over
to me and spoke,
“Relax, slave.”
Then he just snapped is fingers and pointed to his boots. I was on them
fast, kissing each one. “That’s good for right now, slave. Stand
and face me. Put your arms around your old man.” I did as ordered and
Master Jake put his arms around me, and patted my head as he held me
tight. “Go with Master Jeb to remove your clothes. You will obey him.”
“Yes, Master
Jake, thank you, Sir.”
Master Jeb took
me to the dungeon stairs and gave me orders to go to the first holding
cell by the showers. I was to buzz him when I finished undressing, and
he would come down and remove my plug and harness. I got undressed and
buzzed for Master Jeb. He came down, removed my plug and then the
harness.
“Get in the
shower, clean yourself and buzz me again when you’re totally dry and
drained.” When Master Jeb came back down he was carrying my
leathers. Put your boots and chaps on, Son, and your leather
vest. He left for a minute while I got my leathers on. He
came back with a leather hood. First he bent me over the small bed in
the holding cell and inserted my plug. He put the leather hood over my
head and told me to adjust it in front so I could see and my nose could
breath through the openings. I was comfortable with it, and he began to
lace it from the top. He laced it down the back of my head and
down my neck. Master Jeb tied it off in the back. He took a look at his
handiwork and declared it looked good. He ordered me to open my
mouth, inserted a fat leather plug and secured it behind my head.
He gave me two leg cuffs and told me to attach them around the ankles
of my boots.
When I finished
he told me to hold out my wrist and cuffed them with leather cuffs
secured with clip hooks. He put my slave collar on and attached his
leash. Master Jeb led me to the sling and ordered me to get in. I raise
my legs as ordered to the ‘y’ in the chains on either side. After he
secured my ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs he reached in his back pocket
and brought out the eye covering for the hood. He carefully snapped it
into place. Master Jeb told me to relax, someone would be down in
a while. I lay there waiting for what seemed like a long time. Master
Jeb returned to the living room where Jake was finishing his beer.
“He’s
ready for you. Let me fill you in on what I’ve done so you won’t be
surprised. He’s in the sling, his mouth is plugged and the eye piece is
snapped on a leather hood I put on him. He can’t talk to you or
see you unless you want him to. He’s clipped into position in the sling
and can’t get down unless you release the clips. This is going to be
new to you. Just keep in your mind that you’re his Master; the dungeon
is for your pleasure, not his. Take a couple a’ beers with you, relax,
and take your time. If you want to take him without seeing you,
do it. If you just want to fuck him and walk away for the
evening, do it. I’ll take him down and have him cleanup after.
He’s probably
all ready taught you to take him hard the first entry. Don’t try to
hurt him just make it swift and sure. It’ll set the tone for the rest
of the fuck. Just remember you’re in control. You’re down there for one
thing, your pleasure. If you don’t want to allow him to come, tell him
he can’t. Don’t explain anything to him if you don’t feel like it. He’s
there for only one purpose, your use. He needs that and has to
have it. You’re giving him what he needs by taking what you need from
him. Sounds like a dichotomy doesn’t it? It’s not. Try fucking
him for your pleasure until you’re ready to get your rocks off. If you
need to fuck him hard, do it. Then do it again. He’s not going
anywhere. If you need anything, buzz, and I’ll come to the door
and yell to you. Any questions, Son?”
“No, Master Jeb,
I think you covered everything. Again, I appreciate your
hospitality.”
“Go, enjoy,— and
don’t come back ‘til you do!” Jeb said laughing. I heard steps on
the stairs. Someone approached the sling and stood there for a
minute. I hoped it was dad or I should say Master Jake, because
he had taken on the other persona. I loved either one. I’m not sure but
I’ll be able to tell when I recognize body odor or the way someone
takes you is always distinctive. God, I hoped it was Master
Jake. I don’t know what was bothering him today, but maybe
fucking my ass might take his mind off it. I heard him walk away toward
the holding cell. I heard big boots on the concrete floor;
distinctive boot sounds I’d memorized. They were my dad’s big boots.
I was happy and
squirmed in the sling to make sure my ass was far enough over the edge
so he wouldn’t have to bang into the heavy leather straps of the sling.
Soon, I heard dad’s big boots again. Oh, Wow! I can’t see him but
he’s gonna’ fuck me wearing ‘em. I almost came thinking about how
good they look on him, with his coveralls. Damn, the thought made my
cock rise to salute. I could hear him walk up one side of the
sling then the other. It was hot not being able to speak or see. I
could feel Master Jake looking down at me, then he’d move around to the
other side of the sling and just stood there. I could hear him
breathing. I could feel his presence. I could smell his
wonderful scent, he has after a full days work. I felt he was looking
at or studying something. Then I felt him unhook one of the ankle cuffs
and pull my boot back over my head, bending my knee almost to my chest.
He went around to the other side and did the same with my other leg. My
boots and wrists were clipped to the same chain that held the sling to
the eye bolts in the overhead. Then I heard him walk away to the
shelves and then returned.
“Work your ass
down a little further in the sling.” I managed to duck walk my ass down
a little further ‘til he was satisfied. “I’m going to give you the
control you need this evening. I’m not a trained Master, but I do
have feelings. So maybe I’m gonna’ give you the control I think
you need. Not as a Master but as your dad. I’m going to undo your
eye patch and mouth plug. I want you to be able to see your dad
fuck you and hear your sighs of pleasure when I get my big dick up
there inside your slave ass.”
He quickly
removed them and I could see a shit eating grin on his face at me all
trussed up. I felt his finger inspect my hole to see if I was
lubed to his satisfaction. It must have been because I felt
the big head of his cock pressed against my back door. I thought,
‘Uh-oh! I’m
about to get it. Hang on ass.’
He paused and
rubbed the big head around my rosebud to coat it with his
pre-come. He took his finger and worked it into my hole. He
repeated this several times until he was satisfied it was ready for
planting. ‘I’m gonna’ get that big fucking piece of Italian salami sunk
to the hilt up my ass,’ I thought. With one swift, sure, lunge,
Master Jake had all of it in me and pressed hard to lock it in. I
moaned in ecstacy and started trying to fuck his dick with my ass.
“I’ll do the
fucking, Son. You just put that ass up there, so I don’t have to hunt
for it. I want that ass up there ready to meet each stroke. You
make your hole into a welcoming committee for my dick.” Then dad
started his pleasure fucking.
Damn, it must be
the dungeon, the sling or both inspiring him. Maybe it was my ass
was on fire from anticipation and was ripe to be fucked. It felt
so good I thought I was gonna’ pass out again. Dad was making some new
moves in his fucking that were sending me into orbit. He usually would
have shifted into ‘fuck-the-little-ass-so-hard-his-fillings-rattle’
mode by now. He was taking his sweet time doing his pleasure fucking.
Opening me up, stretching my hole. There was no hurry. He was a
man on a mission. This was a new old man who was fucking me. It
was after he fucked me gently and deeply for some time he sighed deeply
as if his soul was trying to communicate a childlike reverence, joy,
awe and peace through my ass. Somehow I felt an apology from the man
who was breaking new sexual communication between us. It was an apology
for no longer being able to contain the core animal he and I both knew
was being held on a short leash. I laughed as he lowered my legs
to a more comfortable position with his cock way up in side me.
He clipped my boots to the chains on either side of him.
“I know what
that little laugh was about.” Dad said quietly. I looked him in the eye
as he took a good long stroke into me.
“Yeah, Dad, you
do. You’ve taken us to a new level and I’m not sure I have
the right to ask you to unleash your animal. If I begged you to
let him loose would it be for your pleasure or because I enjoy him so
much. I want you to let him go for your pleasure.”
“Don’t
worry, kid. I just took his leash off so hang on to your
ass. We can hash the psychology behind something as simple as a
good hot animal lust-fuck Monday morning on break. Right now this
animal has a butt to fuck.”
The
non-thinking, rational man-animal had been replaced by the heart of a
savage beast. God, I have a thing for beasts. You may have a
thousand polite, gentlemanly, politically correct, missionary
position fucks. Just leave me one hulking, snorting, savage,
man-sweat, pheromone-pumping, down and dirty, grunt
and root it out beast. Happy fuck, thou art a savage heart!
Dad built us
both to such a height I moaned to him I couldn’t hold out much
longer. I felt him begin his sprint for home. Less than
five seconds, two gigantic thrusts to the base of his dick, he shot his
load deep within me and my dick started shooting heavy ropes of thick
come all over my belly. After I thanked him for the good fucking,
Master Jake ordered me to clean the sling area and join him on the
leather futon. It only took me a minute as there wasn’t that much
we had soiled or misplaced. Dad was laying there on the futon
playing with himself and held his arms open for me. I went to him to be
embraced in a more loving hug than Jake had ever done before. I
loved it, but I was a bit confused.
“I have
something to say to you, and I want you to listen to me until I’m
through. I’ve been a fool, Beau. I look back on the way I
treated you when you first came to work at the shop, and I feel so bad
and embarrassed after learning what I did about you today. I fell in
love with you, Son, long before you ever knew, but I’ve never admitted
it to you before now. That’s right, the old straight son of a
bitch didn’t see it coming, didn’t see he was falling in love with
you. 'How could I be in love with you?' I asked myself,
over and over. I knew you were gay. You knew I was a raging
homophobe. I pushed you to the limit and couldn’t get any anger out of
you. You never fought back. You only came up with something more
outrageous than I could think of. It would make me laugh at you and
laugh at myself. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, just
in case you missed it the first time, you beat me at my own fucking
game without firing a shot. I concede.
You know what,
Son? I’m damn glad you did win. Maybe I didn’t make myself
clear when I told you I love you. Let me spell it out for you. I
can’t love you the way Master Jeb and your future Master will. As much
as every one is trying to include me I still feel,— well, maybe a
little jealous and left out. I can only love you as my son and God as
my witness, I do. The funny thing about it is, you never asked me for
my love; however, I always felt your love for me even when I was being
mean to you. Is that a cop out or denial? I don’t know. I do know, I’ve
had some of the best sex in my life with you and my wife since I’ve
been fucking you. I don’t know why, but I also don’t give a damn. I’m
not going to question why these things came about, they just did. Now,
you’re laying here thinking where the Hell is he coming from and what
is this all about. Well, I’m about to tell you. You can see
through me like a pane of glass. You knew there was something bothering
me today, but I shined you on.
After talking
with Master Jeb I’ve decided what happened was unwitting on your part.
I had to hear about your service medals this morning from Sam. Master
Jeb told Sam about them to get some leverage for you to get a three
months leave of absence. I agree with what Jeb did because he
made a decision that may get you what you want. The point is, I don’t
think you meant to hurt my feelings by keeping this from me. I truly
think you’re embarrassed by them and didn’t want anyone to
know. That’s because one of your personality traits is being
unassuming, those things just aren’t important to you. I’m not angry,
or I wouldn’t be talking to you about it. I’d be beating your butt. I’m
your dad. You told me so, I believe you, and because I want to
be. Let me finish. One thing I can’t understand is all those
times I was intimating you might be gay and riding you as hard as I
did, why the hell didn’t you play those medals as a trump card?
Hell,— they would’ve impressed the b’jesus out of any red neck son of a
bitch,— homophobe or not.”
“It never
occurred to me, Dad. Besides, that was a long time ago to me.
Something I put behind me and try to think about as little as
possible. Is that why you fucked me so sweetly tonight and let
your animal have his full way with me? I always tell you each
time it was your best, but this time the dungeon inspired you. Don’t
think you’ve ever fucked me so fine, Dad. Don’t feel hurt about
the medals, Dad. No one else would’ve known if Master Jeb hadn’t gotten
a letter from a buddy of mine who knew about them. I love you too
fucking much to keep anything like that from you. In all honesty, it
just never crossed my mind. I wanted you to relate to me as you did, a
smart ass kid off the street who won you over. You won me over, too,
Dad. I kept my distance until that morning you fucked my plug.
I’m not sorry you did. Things have been really tight between us, but I
worry about now.”
“Naww, don’t
worry. I understand, I’ll get over it. It just set me back
a bit, is all.”
Dad hugged and
kissed me and ordered me to the showers. He joined me, and I
rubbed him off with a cloth with no soap. I finished and he was
almost dressed. I knew it was getting late, and he needed to get
home. He grabbed me and hugged me.
“I love you,
Son.”
“I believe you
do, Sir, I love you, too.” I looked in his eyes and saw a
question. ‘Are you gonna’ make me order you to do it?’ I
fell to my knees and kissed each of his boots.
“Gotta’ run
kid. See ya’ Monday. Have a good weekend.”
“You, too, Dad,
Bye.” I don’t know why but I knew. He was hurting inside, and I
was the cause. A great weight fell upon me.
The rest of the
evening was languid. I helped Master Jeb fix a small dinner for
us. Master Jim came home while dad and I were in the dungeon. Big Jim
stayed in his upstairs room. Master Jeb sent me up to get him for
dinner. I climbed the large stairs to the second floor.
Master Jeb told me it was the last room on the right. I found it with
the door slightly open. I knocked quietly.
“Come in.” He
said quietly. I opened the door slowly and found Big Jim sitting
in the dark in a chair looking out the window. I stood there looking at
him with the urge to run and fall at his feet. I controlled
myself.
“Master Jim,
I’ve been sent to gather you for dinner.”
“I appreciate
that, young man, but first, come,— let me gather you in my arms.”
Three giant steps, and I was in the big man’s arms sitting in his lap.
He hugged me with his huge arms surrounding me, holding me close for a
few minutes. Then he kissed me behind the ear and spoke softly, “And
how’s Beau this evening?”
“Confused,
Master Jim, but I don’t want to get into it. You asked how I was? I was
trying to be truthful.”
“Well, I speak
‘confused.’” chided Master Jim “There’s only one way to
defeat it.”
“How’s that,
Master?”
“Get more
confused. That way the original confusion don’t look so bad.” Damn,— it
was comfortable in the big man’s arms but don’t go there, Beau, I told
myself.
“Gimme’ a kiss,
Son!” He kissed me gently “Do you remember what I told you the
first time I met you? If you ever need a place to run to or need a good
Master?”
“Yes, Sir, I
remember.”
“I just wanted
to see if you remembered. I was serious. I wanted to remind you ‘cause
you never know what may happen in the future. The offer, by the way, is
still open and valid. I’ve thought long and hard about you and
me. I know it can’t be, but I’m going to tell you something I
haven’t told another soul since Scout. I love you, Beau. Between you
and me, it’s eating me alive to see you fall in love with someone
else when I want you by my side. Of all the people Jeb could have
chosen for you, none is finer than Earl D. Shaw. No matter what happens
in the future I will do my damnedest to help Jeb train you and offer
you my protection wherever we go. You may come to my bed anytime you
need me, but you must get Jeb’s approval first. I don’t want to be
accused of doing anything behind his back. You never know what the
future may bring. So, please, Beau, always remember,— there’s
someone out there who loves you and wants you.”
“That’s part of
my confusion, Master Jim, I love you, too. I’ve tried to sublimate my
feelings ‘cause I didn’t think you felt the same. How can I be falling
in love with Master Earl and still have love for you? Are we creatures
who have the ability to love many people ? I’ve told Master Earl I’d
acknowledge his claim if he made one because I’ve fallen in love with
him. If I’m to be a slave for the rest of my life, I’d like it to
be with someone I love.”
“And, you should
be the slave of a Master who finds you easy to love as well. Just
always remember there’s someone watching over you.”
“Thank you,
Master Jim.”
“Your welcome,
Son. Now, let’s go eat.”
Somehow, I
didn’t seem so confused anymore.
End Chapter 9 ~
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