We finished
lunch, I cleared the table and put everything away. I returned to
the breakfast nook and Master Jeb had a legal pad in front of him
filled with notes.
“Let’s talk
about some things. There are several people out there who are
genuinely concerned for your future, young man. So are we, but
it’s nice to see you’ve aroused such passion in a number of people. It
says something about your influence on others and their devotion to
you. You're doing something right.” Master Jeb chuckled, “I think
you’re just being yourself which is why these friends are
concerned. I’ve never had a man begin slave training with so many
people looking over our shoulders. We damn well better get it right the
first time.” We all laughed.
“Beau,— Master
Earl would like for you to continue working after training. I
take it you’ve discussed it with him and agree.”
“Yes, Master.”
“That’s fine, I
think it would be good, at least for the beginning of your new life.
Later, your owner may want you to quit work. If he does, I know
Earl well enough he would consider your input. However, I don’t
want you to work during your training period, and that will be a
minimum of three months. I talked with Sam earlier today and he’s
managed to get you four months leave of absence from the owners of the
shop. Sam’s a smart man. He asked for six months then settled for four
when we probably could have done with three. You haven’t taken a
vacation since you’ve been there, right, Beau?”
“No, Sir, I
haven’t.”
“Jake’s agreed
to remain as foreman with an increase in salary equal to his new
position and they’re going to hold the foreman position for you.
They must think a lot of you, Son, to go along with Sam’s proposal.
With four months it will give us a cushion of a couple of weeks if we
run a little longer than planned. With only one person to train and Jim
to help I don’t anticipate any run overs; but, shit happens, you
never know. Any questions so far?”
“Does Beau have
to give up his bike since he may eventually need it for
transportation?” Master Jim asked.
“No, but there’s
a psychological component for a slave not to have any means of
transportation available during training. It’s to discourage
thoughts of ‘panic flight’ in case they get it in their minds to
run. Once they’ve committed to a training contract there’s no
backing out. I don’t anticipate any problem with Beau but I’ve
had slaves attempt escape in the past. They’re always found and brought
back. Once they’ve been conditioned, they never tried again.
They're quite willing to assume their new lives as a slave. We may
either lock up his bike, here, he may be able to leave it at work, or
perhaps Earl might store it at his place. I’ll talk with Sam
about storing it. He may have some ideas. Anyway, we have two
more weeks to work that out. Beau, how are you coming with your
personal belongings?”
“No problem,
I’ll be ready by the first. I’ve given notice to my
landlord. I’ll be out on the thirty-first. Would you ask
Sam for me if he wants me to announce Monday morning I’m giving two
weeks notice or will he just take care of it?” Master Jeb made a
note.
“Good point,
I’ll ask.” We hashed through a lot of other minor stuff, and then,
Master Jeb threw his pen on his pad as if we were finished.
“There’s one
other thing we have to discuss. I wanted both of you here because
neither of you know what I’m about to tell you. Jim has
known for sometime I have a heart problem brought on by some jungle
fungus rot in Nam. It attacks the sack the heart is in and
eventually kills a person. They don’t know how to completely cure it
but they can stall it. Its gotten worse in the last month and I’m
not going to be able to do some of the physical things of training like
I use to. I’m asking if I can count on you, Jim, to take a little
larger role in helping train Beau than originally discussed?”
“Sure bro, you
know you can count on me. I’ll cart his ass off to the gym three
time a week as planned plus anything else you may need me for. I
need to get back into working out myself.”
“I really
shouldn’t be overly exerting myself, but I’m going to have one last
good fuck this afternoon at four. If I get too tired I know I can
count on Beau to help me out. Then the two of you can have the
dungeon for the rest of the evening if you like.”
“We talked about
taking a short bike trip to the high desert to Beryl’s place tomorrow
morning if it’s all right with you?” Master Jim asked.
“Why don’t you
guys go this evening and stay the night. Then you can have the
cool of the morning to teach Beau how a Harley Master fucks his slave
while riding buddy on his bike.” How did the old man know what we were
gonna’ do? Jim just roared with laughter.
“Hey, now,— wait
a minute! Beau, help me out here, whose idea was it to ride
over a bumpy road together on the Harley?” I sheepishly held up
my hand and grinned at Master Jeb. I thought the old man was
going to have a coronary he was laughing so hard.
“All right!” he
said, “Beau can you be ready for fucking by three?”
“I can be ready
in thirty minutes, Master, just give me the word and my ass is yours”
“It’s one-thirty
now. Be in the dungeon by two-thirty, we’ll get you in the sling, Jim
can get ready while you serve me, and you can ride to the desert
freshly fucked and plugged. How’s that sound?” I just stood
up with my dick sticking straight up. Both men laughed again at
my feigned embarrassment.
“Do you want me
in leathers or nude, Master?”
“Your leather
pants with the cod piece and the snap-out ass cover will be fine. Your
boots and vest. That way you won’t have to get dressed
twice. I’ll give you a present to wear up there, and we’ll plug
you nice and tight to make sure you hold it. With all that
vibrating from the hog you should have it absorbed by the time you get
there and be ready to rape old Babe.” He laughed again.
“Okay, you have your orders, slave. I’ll see you in an hour. Jim, would
you care to watch?”
“No, thanks,
bro, I’ll be getting the bike ready. I have to shower and put on my
leathers. Thanks for the invite, though.” I followed Big
Jim upstairs to shower and clean out. He said to holler at
him when I was about through and he’d come scrub my back. I
laughed to myself with wicked thoughts. The giant was faithful to his
word; although, he was a bit randy thinking about riding out to
the desert with me. I scrubbed his back and got out to dry so I
could dress. He was pleased Jeb wanted to use me and urged me to
spend the time needed to pleasure him. We were in no hurry. We weren’t
on a schedule. I hadn’t been fucked by Master Jeb since our first
encounter, but I had fantasized about it. I wanted to show him
what I’d learned about pleasuring a man and make him feel the best I
could. I pulled on my leathers and asked Master Jim for inspection.
“This vest okay
without a T-shirt Master?”
“Does it for me
slave. I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait ‘til we get to the
desert.” He didn’t have his leathers on yet and Babe was sticking
straight out. “Let me see how that ass cover works.”
“Oh, no,
Master,— I don’t want to disobey, but you know how we are. This ass is
reserved for Master Jeb right now.” He rolled back on the bed
laughing
“Good thinking,
slave. Yeah, I’d be sniffin’ ‘round there like a hound dog what’s
got the hornies. I’d be tempted to stick my tongue up your clean little
ass, and the next thing you know Babe would be screaming to replace my
tongue. Well, you’re right, Little Beaver. Oh, by the way,
kid, the ride you gave my old cayuse last night, you deserve to be Red
Ryder’s sidekick.”
“You can see my
ass patch if you’ll re-plug my ass for me, Master.” I
handed him the plug. He bent me over his big knees, undid
the snaps on my patch, and sat it on the bed next to him. I felt
him place the point of the plug at my little rosebud and gently pressed
it open as I pushed back to meet it. He corkscrewed it several times as
I pushed back hard one last time, and it popped in. Master Jim pressed
in with his fingers and I pushed up and back until it snapped into
place. He cleaned around the plug with his towel and grabbed my patch.
He started to replace it but first bent over and kissed my plug right
square in the middle of it. I felt his kiss and humped the plug for his
benefit. He snapped the cover back. Then with his huge hand
slapped my ass one time hard.
“That’s for
teasing the old blue ox, slave.” I looked at him with a big smile
and hugged him.
“Thank you,
Master, I deserved that.” He laughed. I left Master
Jim, felt my asshole begin to twitch and knew my juices were starting
to flow in anticipation of Master Jeb’s thick shaft up my butt. I
almost went weak in the knees going down the dungeon stairs thinking
how different it was going to feel when he took me hard this time as
opposed to the first time when it hurt so bad. I had a feeling he was
going to test me to see if I’d progressed. I got to the bottom of
the stairs and knocked on dungeon door.
“Come in,
slave.” Came a booming voice. I entered and across the dungeon
stood a handsome, drop dead, good looking leather God. I just stood
there for a moment, frozen, not wanting to move.
“Forgive me,
Master! Please give your humble slave a moment to appreciate this, and
I’ll be at you feet where I belong.”
“Like what you
see, slave?”
“No,— oh, no,
Master,— your slave loves what he sees.” I ran to him, knelt in
front of him and began to clean his boots. He made no effort to hurry
me. He allowed me to take all the time I wanted until I was sure
my tongue could do no better.
“Thank you,
Master, for allowing your slave to clean your boots. I’ll do them
again if you’re not pleased, Master. Or beat my ass first, Master, to
insure I do a better job. I want to please you, Master.”
“You did a
decent cleaning job, slave. You’ll learn to do better, I
promise. I’m quite pleased for a first attempt. You may even get
fucked extra hard this afternoon in appreciation.”
“You don’t know
how much I’ve been hoping for you to fuck your slave. If my
Master feels it would tire him please consider lying back while your
worthless slave does the work to pleasure him. It would be an
honor, Master. I remember the last time you gave me the honor of riding
your stallion.”
“I’m going to
let you, slave, but for right now I want to put you in the sling.
Continue kneeling there and I’ll get some restraints from the
shelves.” He walked to the shelves and returned with ankle
restraints and wrist restraints.
“Put these on
your boots, slave.” He handed me the ankle restraints and I
buckled them tight. I hooked a slip hook in the ‘D’ ring on the sides.
I held my wrists up for him to attach the wrist restraints. He clipped
short chains to my slave collar.
“Remove my cod
piece using only your mouth, slave. Remember when a Master ask
you to remove anything, unless told otherwise, you will only use your
mouth.”
“May I make love
to it first, Sir?”
“You’re a jump
ahead of me, slave,— you will never remove a piece of your Master’s
leathers without first making the required amount of love to it.”
I started to
lick and kiss his cod piece feeling his huge cock outlined
underneath. I could feel my ass dripping into my snap-off leather
piece covering my asshole. I kept cleaning, licking, and kissing until
I thought he was going to pop out of his cod piece. The fat head was
just appearing at the top, and I managed to welcome it out from its
leather prison with a kiss and a good lick into the piss slit.
“You may remove
it now, slave. It seems to have developed a mind of its
own. I think it sniffs ripe slave butt and is eager to get
some.” I quickly slipped my tongue under one of the corner snaps,
grabbed it with my teeth, and pulled it all the way off. Master Jeb’s
huge, thick cock flopped in my face. I didn’t pull back. I
let it lay across my face and slowly began to lick it from
underneath. I never allowed it to flop down onto his leathers. I
managed to hold it in my mouth, kiss it, and clean it with out letting
it go; my hands behind my back the whole the time. Master Jeb finally
grabbed it and held it up and back for me to service his big
balls. I kissed each of them and gently teased each one chasing
it around in its sack. Damn he smelled good with his clean,
strong masculine scent. He held his stiffening cock in one hand and
ordered me to kiss the head because it was time to get it into
me. I kissed it gently and lovingly which only made my ass run
more.
“Into the sling,
slave.” Master Jeb ordered. I raised myself into the sling and
placed my boots in the ‘Y’ of the chains. He hooked my ankles to
the chain then hooked my wrists above my head in the chains. My Master
clipped the chains attached to the chains on either side of my collar
to ‘D’ rings on either side of the sling. He moved to the front of the
sling and ordered me to move my ass a little further down in the sling.
I could tell he was adjusting my ass to the angle of his cock. Just a
little more and I was where he wanted me. He unsnapped my ass
cover and laughed as he pulled it away dripping.
“I think you’re
ready to be fucked, slave. Your ass must know its about to get a
mouthful it can really chow down on?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master, and it’s hungry for it, too.” He grabbed a towel and
popped my plug out quickly and set it aside.
“You think your
hungry man-hole would like my big piece of meat fed to it all at once,
slave?”
“It’s pretty
damn hungry, Master, I know I’d appreciate it if you’d fill it as hard
and fast as you can. It would go a long way to satisfying that deep
gnawing hunger, to feel its Master in there. It really needs its
Master in there, Sir. Please Master, fill it up hard! It’s so
starved for some good hot Master cock. If it would please you,
Sir, your slave’s ass belongs to you and is so Goddamn hungry for your
dick.”
I could tell he
wanted me to beg him some more as he positioned the big mushroom head
at my rosebud. He reached up to my belt around my leather pants and
grabbed hold of it with both hands. I knew he was getting ready to
mount me. He kept looking me directly in my eyes as if to let me know I
would know when he was going to take me. He wanted me to keep
telling him how much my hole needed him. I needed to hear myself beg
him. I was getting as much out of begging him for it as he was. I
wanted him to know how much I needed him to use me.
“Master your
slave feels you right there at your slave’s hole with that big piece of
horse cock. Please feed my ass, Master. Your slave begs you, don’t make
that hungry ass wait much longer, Master. It’s starving for your
dick, Sir. God, Master, please!” He took me hard and swift,
I rolled my head from side to side and yelled at the top of my voice.
“Oh, Goddamn,—
it’s big,— you’re filling me, Master. God, it’s good to
have you in there, Master. Thank you, Master. Thank
you. Welcome home, Master. You’ve been away too long. Oh
shit, Master, your slave doesn’t deserve to feel that good. Oh,
Master Jeb. Thank you! You fed my ass so damn good.
Thank you, Sir! Oh Master if that sets the tone for the whole fuck I
don’t know if I deserve to be taken any further. It’s too damn
good.” I started sucking on it with my ass. “Please give me the rest,
Master, my ass needs it.” He rammed the last four inches in and
it took my breath away.
“Oh, God,
Master, that filled me up.” I raised my ass a little off his huge
cock and slammed it back to the base.
“No tears,
slave? Master’s horse didn’t hurt you this time? I must’ve popped
your cherry good last time?”
“Of course it
hurt me, Master! Are you kidding? It hurt me so Goddamn
good I almost shot my load. Oh, Hell, yes, you popped my cherry
good the first time! You took it hard and good, the way a slave’s
cherry should be taken. Made me cry it hurt so bad but you
soothed me, promised you’d make the pain go away and you did. Something
as wonderful as that and the man who thought enough of me to take it, I
will love ‘til the day I die. Your cock will always hurt when you take
me, I expect it to, I want it to, but I don’t fear it anymore. I
need it to hurt. It hurts me so damn good it reminds me of the
Master I’m here to serve and to give him the best fuck I can. I
wouldn’t want you to take me any other way. I won’t allow any man
to take me unless it’s the way you trained me to be taken, Master. You
knew I’d come around didn’t you? In fact, it hurt so good,
I wish it could happen all over again, and I could feel you filling me
once more.”
“Wish granted!”
He pulled all the way out, positioned it again, looked me in the eye
and I just mouthed the words, ‘Please, all of it.’ to him without
sound. He slammed it in harder this time to the base and held it
as I was silent. I didn’t have to say anything, he knew I was in
ecstacy.
“Please, Master,
please consider just once more. God, that feels so damn good.”
“Are you sure
you won’t shoot? ‘Cause I don’t want you to come with me. I want
you to save it for Jim, you understand?”
“I’ll do my
best, Sir, but it’s gonna’ be damn hard not to.”
“Well, let’s
feed that little butt one more time. Be careful what you beg your
Master for ‘cause he just may give it to you.” He pulled it out
and repositioned it one more time. Looked me in the eye. This
time I spoke in a demanding voice.
“Please, Master,
feed your worthless slave boy’s hole really hard!” My plea must have
been heart felt. I didn’t have to ask a second time. Did he take my ass
hard? Holy Shit! He slammed it into me so hard I thought my eye
balls would never stop spinning. Woah, damn,— I had never had a
big a piece of man-meat slammed into my ass that fast and hard. It was
exactly what I begged for, it was what I wanted, it was what my ass
needed. My Master granted my request, and I loved every spasm. I
was afraid he would think me perverted if I ask for another. “Forgive your
slave for being bold, Master. It’s so good to have you in me, I lost my
manners altogether. Please forgive me. I don’t deserve to
be fucked by such a good Master. It’s your hole, Master, and I forgot
for a moment. Please take it and make yourself at home in you
slave’s ass. I’m myself again and will work my slave ass to make
your horse feel as good as I can make it, Sir. I’ll give it the
best ride I can, Master.”
“There, there,
I’ll be the judge of who’s worthy to be fucked this afternoon and so
far you’ve impressed the shit out a’ me, slave. You’re coming
along, slave-boy. I think I could have just started in fucking
you on first entry and you would’ve been fine.” He took a good long
stroke up my butt.
“Oh, shit,
Master, that feels so good. Fuck me, Master, please.”
“Your learning
to be pretty verbal about your fucking, Son. That’s a plus.
Most Masters appreciate you letting them know they’re doing a good job
and making their slaves ass feel like a million bucks.”
“Fuck a million,
Master, try ten million and you might be close.” He chuckled.
“That good, huh,
slave-boy?”
“Damn straight,
Master, every penny.”
He leaned in
close over me. “Swap a little spit with me slave while your old man
pumps your butt.” He began to kiss me and I opened to him. He
kissed me passionately but gently as he began a good, slow, deep
fucking. I made damn sure my hole was right there to meet every hard,
deep thrust. He kept kissing me. I felt like his soul was melting
into mine and our bodies were becoming one. We were working
together for his pleasure and my pleasure was the effort I was
contributing to insure his pleasure. It was almost a holy experience. I
was working with him and he was working me for him. It almost didn’t
matter who was doing the fucking or who was getting fucked. I
began to feel myself as him, his big shaft fucking my little slave’s
hard working ass and could feel each stroke going deeper and deeper
into my body.
Then, I didn’t
want to be him, I wanted to be the slave under him having his
ass-pussy filled, then filled again. God, he became so easy to
work with. I was learning his fucking moves so I could meet each one
with the best my ass had to offer. He continued to kiss me deeply, and
I didn’t want him to stop. He felt it, too. He kissed me harder as he
increased his rhythm. I was urging him on with my mouth and ass
response. I was right there meeting every thrust. Master Jeb knew how
to fuck a slave and get the best out of him. Master Earl taught me
well, I was so damn proud and just a little cocky. I knew I
was giving him a damn good fuck, but I wanted more. He stopped kissing
me, raised up, and whispered to me in my ear, keeping the same good
hard swift rhythm.
“You’ve...
learned... some... new... things... since... I ... last had a piece of
your ass... slave.... and I’m impressed. You... haven’t missed a
stroke. It’s no longer an untrained bad-ass, butch bottom’s butt I’m
fucking, it’s becoming a well trained, useful, man-slave’s ass. I think
you’re gonna... get me off.... here in the sling. Then we’ll move
to the bed so you can ride my horse for a while. I know you want to
ride me for a while.”
“Oh, God, yes,
Master, but please don’t rush. I haven’t had your good Master
cock in me for a while, and if you’re enjoying my ass please take a lot
more before you let me have your seed. I need some more of your
good Master fucking. I don’t want to ask for too much if you’re getting
tired. Master you’re fucking me so damn good. I need your
fucking. I know a slave shouldn’t say he needs anything because it
should be what you need.”
“Don’t be too
hard on yourself. Remember, maybe it’s good for your Master to
hear how much you need him. If you didn’t need him you wouldn’t
be a slave. If you convince a Master you need him, like you’ve
convinced me, then you’re gonna’ get fucked better and longer than you
might otherwise. If you truly need it, I don’t think it’s wrong to
express it to your Master. I’m going to enjoy your little ass for a
good while longer. See? You get your wish.”
“Oh, thank you,
Master, thank you. Fuck your slave’s ass good, Master. I can’t
thank you enough, Master, it feels so damn good.”
Master Jeb was
in full fuck mode now. I was getting fucked hard and strong by
one Hell of a man. A Master’s Master. A man who enjoyed ass
fucking; enjoyed riding a slave’s ass until he took all he
wanted. He would not be denied a good fuck from any slave.
When a slave was being ridden by Master Jeb he knew he was being fucked
by ‘the Master.’ He was a commanding fuck. He didn’t seem
to be over exerting, he felt strong as he leaned forward to pick
up his speed and length of stroke. Son of a bitch, I was getting
fucked like a man should fuck another man. I was beginning to
build to climax and tried like Hell to think of something else;
anything else. My old cock was rubbing in the leather cod piece
on my leather pants and was feeling too damn fine.
“Master,
Master, that’s feeling too damn good. Master, help your slave,—
please Master,— help me not come, please.”
“Can’t...
slave... I’m... too ... damn... near,... myself,.... Goddamn, you’re
gonna’ get my load, slave. Holy Shit! Your old Master is filling
your little pussy, slave! Feel that, slave? I clamped my
ass down on his dick, tried and tried, but damn, I couldn’t hold
it. His relentless pounding of my ass started my sphincter
spasming around his shaft as I felt my flow of come fill my cod piece.
He felt it, fucked me harder and shot again deep in my ass. My ass was
still spasming as he leaned forward, kissed me gently, and
whispered, “I’ll forgive you this time slave. You did a
damn fine job of giving me the best fuck I can remember. I’ve
fucked seasoned slaves who couldn’t give me the fuck you just did.”
“I’m sorry,
Master. Please beat me, then I’ll learn. I’m so sorry I
disobeyed. There’s no excuse for my disobedience. Please,
consider punishing me, Master.”
“If I thought
you needed to save it for Jim, I would, or if I thought punishment
would serve a purpose in this instance I surely would; however, I can
see you’re going to be a special case and will temper punishment
accordingly. You’ll receive punishment from me during training whether
you need it or not. You need to understand punishment and to learn that
most of the time it’s for your benefit you’ll be punished. Sometime,
you’ll be punished because a Master feels you need to be whether you’ve
been bad or not. Then you’re punishment is for his benefit. You’re
never to question why. You may or may not understand why
later, but it’s not necessary you do. It’s not important to
you as his slave. You'll learn to accept his punishment with
dignity. As long as your Master feels he must administer
punishment, you will accept it graciously. After he’s
finished, you will thank him for his punishment on your knees and kiss
his boots. He will give you the back of his hand, you will kiss
it, and hold it to your forehead until he gives you further
instructions. You will learn to control your orgasms.”
“Maybe if you
punished me, it would help, Master.” “I told you to
be careful what you ask your Master to consider. All right! I'll
administer punishment, slave” He withdrew his cock and unhooked
me from the sling. I fell to my knees.
“Please, Master,
may I clean you?”
“Good, slave, of
course you may. Clean me good.” I licked and cleaned his big
cock, sucked it, and even cleaned his big balls.
“Does Master
need to empty into his slave?”
“I think I have
a little for you, slave, hook on to me.” I had his big piece of meat
down my throat in a second and kept swallowing more. I knew it
was far enough, but I wanted more. I wanted to see if I could
feel his flow hitting my stomach. I took more and reached behind him to
feel the soft leather on his ass and pulled him down me further.
He watched in fascination and encouraged me gently.
“Come on, slave,
you’ve only got four more inches to go. You don’t want your other hole
taking more than your head pussy can, now do you?” I pulled on his
butt, and he took a half step forward to apply a little more pressure
on my throat. It’s what I needed. I saw and felt it slipping down
my throat a little more. My lips were approaching his pubes. I
was an inch from them, and nothing was going to stop me from kissing
them. He gently urged me on, but I just couldn’t seem to get the
rest to slide down my throat.
“You want your
old man to feed you the rest, slave?” I gently shook my head
affirmative. He placed his big hand behind my head. I relaxed my
throat. Slowly, steadily, and forcefully he pulled me toward his
pubes. He didn’t stop until my lips were pressed tightly against
them.
“Now kiss my
pubes, slave. I know you can. Make your Master feel welcome
before you let him know you’re ready to receive him.” I pursed my lips
around his huge cock, pressed it down my throat even deeper, and tried
to kiss his pubes as best I could.
“I feel that,
slave, that’s damn good. Kiss it again, one more time and your Master
will be ready for you to drain him.” I pushed against his pubes
again, and this time managed to really get my lips in tight.
“I wish I could
teach every slave to do that, Son. You’re doing a fine job.”
He patted me on
the head, scratched behind my neck and ears like I was a beloved pet,
and I kissed his pubes one last time. I knew it was time to take
him. Master Jeb felt so good filling my mouth and throat. His cock was
gone. I couldn’t see any of it anymore. I gently squeezed on his
right ass to tell him I was ready to receive. I felt the flow
down his huge dick as it vibrated against my throat muscles. It was
blasting directly into my stomach. What a feeling. He
didn’t completely fill me as he didn’t have that much. He was in
no rush to pull out, and I was enjoying being his toilet hanging on to
his cock.
“You worked so
hard to get it all down your throat, I think we should leave it in for
a while to see if I can give you a little more.”
He pulled up a
stool behind him and sat on it. He hooked the heels of his big boots on
the rungs of the stool. I placed my hands on his boots and began to rub
them. He sat back on the stool and pulled my head so my chin was
resting on the soft leather of the stool. My Master locked his hands
behind my head to lock my lips in tight against his pubes. Then I
felt him let loose again and my proud belly was getting another blast
of more hot Master piss.
“Okay, slave,
pull off me. It’s time to administer punishment for your
disobedience.” I reluctantly pulled off and was amazed at
how much of him was down me. Damn, he felt good. He ordered me to
stand at parade rest. He reached to my crotch and undid my cod piece.
He lifted it off making sure none of my come dropped out. He
threw me a towel to wipe myself. Then he walked over to a box,
put his big boot on it, took my cod piece and with his finger scooped
and forced all my come onto his boot.
“Walk over to
the peg boards, slave, and choose a paddle you want me to beat your
butt with as you eat your come off my boot.” I walked over and
picked one of the larger ones with holes in it. It looked
like it could do the job. I took it to him.
“You’re sure
this is the one you want me to use?”
“Please,
Master.”
“All right,
slave, how many do you think you deserve for you disobedience.”
“At least
twenty, Sir.”
“Twenty, slave?”
“Please, Sir.”
“Twenty it is
slave. You count ‘em out and thank your Master after each.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Undo your belt
and lower your pants to your knees.”
“Yes,
Sir.” I lowered my pants and felt the same embarrassed rush I did
as a boy when my dad would tell me to take down my pants.
“Now, get down
there and eat your come off my boot.” I fell to his boot and started
tasting my own come. As I began to clean his boot the first one hit my
ass.
Whop!
“One, Sir! Thank you, Master!”
Whop! “Two, Sir!
Thank you, Master!”
Whop! They
were getting harder! “Three, Sir! Thank you, Master!” I kept
trying to clean his boots. He would give me a minute and then hit my
ass again.
Whop!! “Four,
Sir! Thank you, Master!! I gave up cleaning his boot,
rapped my arms around them, and raised my ass higher to him. We
were coming up on the fifteenth hit, something snapped in me, and it
began to feel good. I raised my ass even higher knowing he was going to
hit me harder. On the seventeenth hit, I knew I was going to come on
the next one.
“Master, I’m
going to come. May I come on your boot?”
“Let me see it,
slave!”
Whop!! I
held my cock over the toe of his huge boot, came, and came again!
“Eighteen, Sir!
Thank you, Master! Please, Sir,— another, Sir,— hard,
Sir!” He swung and lifted me off my feet and I came on his boot
again, getting it all out. I was home free. Only two more to go and I
had come to eat off my Master’s boot. I immediately put my face
down and started eating.
Whop!
“Nineteen, Sir! Thank you, Master!” He let me go back to eating.
Whop! “Twenty,
Sir! Thank you, Master! One more, please, Master!” I
went back to eating my come.
Whop!
“Twenty-one, Sir! Thank you, Master! One more, please, Master!”
Whop! “
Twenty-two, Sir! Thank you, Master! Do you think I should have
any more, Sir?”
“One more,
slave! Bend over my boot, raise that ass proud and high, and let’s make
it a good one.”
“Yes, Master!”
Whopp!!!
That was the best one and it lifted me off my feet. It hurt like a
motherfucker.
“Twenty-three,
Sir! Thank you, Master! Thank you, Sir!” I said in a loud
voice.
Master Jeb sat
back on the stool and told me to bend over his knees. I did as
ordered and felt his big hands rubbing and massaging my ass. Oh
shit, it felt good. My ass was on fire, and he was rubbing the hurt out
of it. He leaned over, kissed it several times, and rubbed it
some more.
“Do you think
you’ve learned your lesson, slave?”
“I’ve learned
three lessons, Master.”
“I’m almost
afraid to ask, but your Master needs to know.”
“I’ve learned
there is no excuse for a slave being disobedient, Sir. Thank you for
teaching me that lesson, Sir. Second, I’ve learned I like having you
beat my ass, Sir. Third, I learned you love me, Sir, by giving me
what I needed. Thank you for beating my ass, Sir. I’m sorry I
came again, Master. Would you like to beat my ass again, Sir?” I asked
respectfully.
Master Jeb was
silent for a long minute. He wouldn’t look at me. Slowly he
turned to look at me with a grin starting across his lips. He burst
into laughter, moved over to the leather covered futon and rolled on it
laughing.
“I knew better
than to ask. Why did I have to ask? I should have quit while I was
still in control!” He continued laughing and motioned to me.
“Pull your damn
pants up and come over here, asshole, and lay in my arms.” He
tried to sound stern and mean hearted but he wasn’t convincing ‘cause
he kept laughing as he held his big arms out to me. I knew in that
moment he loved me. I made him proud and happy.
“We’re here on
the bed, mount me before all the heat goes out of that little
ass, and you can give me a good ride.” He snapped my cod piece
back on my pants. He lay back and propped himself up with two
leather pillows. I slathered his big cock again and got into
mounting position.
“Permission to
mount your horse, Sir.”
“Permission
granted, slave. Make it a good one.” He smiled knowingly.
I reached back
with both hands and pulled my ass cheeks open, poised only a moment
over the huge head of his cock and slammed to the base,—
hard. Harder than I had on the ox. Master Jeb’s eyes opened
wide with surprise.
“Well done,
slave! That’s the way a slave should mount his Master.
You’re getting use to it aren’t you, Son?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master.”
“Can you imagine
being taken any other way now, slave?”
“No, Sir,
I wouldn’t feel like I was really gonna’ get fucked by a Master.”
“Exactly,
Son. If a man cares enough to make you mount him right, chances
are he’s going to give you a first class fucking.”
“How’s that
little ass feel, slave?”
“Good and sore,
Master,— better’n it’s felt in a long time, Sir! It’s ready
to give you a great ride. I promise I won’t come this time, Sir.” He
laughed.
“I don’t think
you have any more in you, slave. Here’s a new order for you to
obey. If you feel you’re coming, I know you’ll do your best
not to if ordered, but if you can’t hold it you won’t be
punished. You’ve taught me a lesson today, too, slave. I’ve only
had one other slave similar to you in all these years. I put the
responsibility back onto this conscientious slave. He beat
himself up harder, trying to obey, than any Master ever would
until he finally learned. So it is with you. You try so damn hard to be
conscientious, it will eat you up if you don’t learn to control it and
obey your Master.”
“You’re exactly
right, Master, but please beat my butt from time to time.” He
laughed again at my seriousness.
“You’re going to
be an unusual case. You come without touching yourself while getting
fucked, you come while being punished without touching yourself, maybe
we should re-adjust our thinking. It’s a complement in some ways,
you get turned on enough by your Master’s control you get off so
easily. I’m not sure we should try to limit that. Maybe we should
see it as a litmus of how good we’re using you. I think I’ll leave that
to Earl to decide if he wants to tackle it; however, if Earl doesn’t
want you to come, you won’t! He’s Hell on wheels for control.”
I began to ride
my Master and rode him good. I was getting better and better at riding
and pleasuring a man. I got him off without a hitch. My proud
reward was two big Master loads up my butt. He replaced my plug,
snapped it in tight, and replace my ass cover.
“I can tell I’m
going to break a lot of my own rules with you, Beau. One is,
never to tell a slave he was good. A Master may compliment his
slave, but should always leave him with the idea he has room for
improvement. That makes a conscientious slave, such as
yourself, work harder to please him the next time. However,
Little Beaver, you ain’t gonna’ be hard to train. You’re a
natural, Son. Like I’ve told you, boy, you have a deep, deep, need to
serve and be a slave to a good man. I don’t know if I’m gonna’ be able
to teach you that much. Some things, yes. There ain’t too
damn much to improve on those two fuckings. You took punishment
you set for yourself, twice as much as I would’ve assigned you, then
you took more, without complaint. I’m damn proud of you, Son. You
done good, Little Beaver. Give your old Master a kiss and be on your
way.” He held me and kissed me. I felt myself sinking into
his soul again and held nothing back. He put his head to the side of
mine and whispered, “I enjoyed using my slave this afternoon!”
“Thank you for
using me, Master. I’m your slave and need to be used by you as
much as you need me. Please let me serve you more until you sell
me.”
“I will,
slave. I’ll use you well. How could I help using a natural
man-slave like you? You keep my come in you, and don’t take that plug
out until you’re gonna’ get fucked again.”
“I promise,
Master.”
“Now go! Have a
good time, some new adventures, and we’ll see you two sometime tomorrow
afternoon late.”
Master Jim was
waiting for me in the kitchen having a cup of coffee. He looked
so hot in his leathers. His damn cod piece left nothing to the
imagination. You could see the outline of Babe and the head
folded inside. I fell to my knees and kissed each of his boots.
He held his hand down to me. I took it, kissed the back, and put it to
my forehead. “Come here slave
and show your Master love.” I jumped into his arms and kissed him.
“I love you,
Master.”
“I love you, my
slave. Now, how many loads are you wearing up that little ass?”
“Two good, heavy
ones, Master.”
“That’s
good! Did he have any problems?”
“No, Sir, he was
pretty strong. He fucked me good in the sling and then I rode him ‘til
I got him off. I took my time to give him a lot of pleasure, and
I have to be honest, Master Jim, riding Master Jeb felt so damn good I
took a little longer for me as well. I needed it as much as he
did.”
“That’s good to
hear. Did you save enough for me later?”
“By the time we
get there, and I’ve absorbed two Master loads you better hire a guard
for Babe. He’s in big trouble.” Master Jim roared with
laughter.
“You ready to
ride off into the sunset, Little Beaver?”
“Let me grab my
jacket, Master.”
“It’s on the
bike, Son.”
“Then let’s go,
Sir.”
Part II ~ Canto
del Quattro
It was my first
experience riding buddy on the back of a hog. I felt like a God.
It was funny to see people in cars look at us in full leathers, Master
Jim flagging his colors on a levis jacket cut away over his leather
jacket, bandanna around his head; me sitting up high on the back, my
hands behind me pushing me forward, tight up against the giant’s ass,
my cod piece crushed against his leathered butt, and thinking to
myself heaven couldn’t be much better. I laughed to myself as I
wondered what the folks in the cars passing us might think if they
knew, less than thirty minutes ago I was riding a big dick instead of a
Harley; even now, I had my Master’s big plug up my ass. I’d chomp
down hard on it and clamp my ass muscle to the base as I smiled at
someone passing by. I wondered if they’d see the ironic humor of it
all? Probably not. Perversion isn’t something to laugh about.
Stamp it out! How dare they enjoy being perverts? Enjoying
life? Breeders don’t enjoy life, why the Hell should the perverts.
Master Jim leaned back and yelled,
“That better not
be what I think it is poking me in the butt, slave-boy?” I
started laughing and yelled back,
“Oh, God,
Master, I can’t help it! This thing is vibrating my plug and
you’re so fucking hot in those leathers, I may come before we get
there.” Then I laughed again. “I’m sorry, Master.” I kept
laughing. I had a terminal case of the giggles and couldn’t stop.
He started laughing at me laughing.
“Just keep
laughing,— you won’t come if you’re laughing.” He yelled over his
shoulder.
I leaned forward
and grabbed him around the waist and put my head up against his big
back. He moved my right hand down to his leg where Babe was rock
hard.
“Why, you dirty
old man!” I yelled up to him laughing. “I suppose you want to
stick that up my butt, later?”
“Was, sure as
Hell, thinking ‘bout it, Son.”
“You won’t have
to ask twice, Mr. Biker, I’m an easy fuck for a Harley rider.” We road
along in silence for a long while. My heart was lighter than it
had been in years. For the first time in my life I felt like I
belonged, and I owed it to three men, Master Jeb, Master Jim and Master
Earl. I would have been satisfied with any or all of them for my
Masters. I was truly exploring my passive side and having more
fulfilling sex than ever before in my life. All that come being
absorbed into my system was making me into a randy mother fucker. There
wasn’t anything I wouldn’t consider doing with another man at this
point in my life. I had the chance of having one of the most wonderful,
handsome men I’d ever met, own me and be my Master. I didn’t want to
think of any other possibilities even though thoughts lingered in the
corners of my mind. I wasn’t going to let them frighten me or keep me
from trying to grab my brass ring.
After about an
hour on the bike we turned north and started into the high desert near
Palm Springs. We stopped for gas and stretched our legs not far
from the turn off.
“Not much
further.” said Big Jim, “Beryl’s ranch is on the other side of the
mountain from Desert Hot Springs in Morongo valley. The turn off
to his ranch is about eleven miles from here. We’ve made pretty
good time.” We got back on the bike and headed up the mountain.
On the other side we took the first paved road to the left and started
winding up into the mountains. We traveled about five miles when
Big Jim pulled off onto a dirt road and drove up to a gate. He handed
me a key. I unlocked it, opened it for him to drive through, closed the
gate and locked it back. We must have driven another mile into
nowhere, rode up a ridge, and there, nestled against some huge boulders
was the neatest concrete block ranch house you can imagine. We pulled
up and parked the bike in front. We walked around without going
immediately into the house. It was late afternoon, the colors in the
rocks and the desert were something to behold. Master Jim
motioned me to come with him. He showed me where a hot, mineral water
spring bubbled up out of the ground and filled a pool Beryl
and Blaine built. It was a year round natural spa. It smelled a little
like rotten eggs from the sulfur content but it wasn’t too bad. You
quickly got use to the odor.
“I guess they’re
off touring.” said Big Jim as he put his arm around me to walk me back
down to the house. We looked up and two matched Harley’s came
over the ridge and waved at Jim.
“Well, I’ll be
damned,— it’s them,— I can’t believe it. As many times as I’ve
been out here they’ve never been here. I bring you out and,...”
The two men got off their bikes. It was not difficult to tell
which was Beryl. God help me, he was bigger than Master Jim. Just
a bit taller and outweighed him by a good fifty pounds. The other
man could have been a fucking movie star. He had sun glasses and
a black bandana rapped around his head. Head to toe leather with the
usual cod piece. He also wore a studded dog collar with a small
engraved metal pet identification tag. He walked with a slight limp
that gave him a rolling gate like an old cowboy.
Big Beryl was to
us in an instant, picked Big Jim off the ground, swung him around, and
kissed him dead on the lips. Master Jim didn’t hold back and kissed him
back. I was watching the good looking one as he approached. He
walked slower and slower, then finally stopped about ten feet away
from me. Then he scared the Hell out of me. He ran at
me, fell to his knees, and started kissing my boots and crying. Beryl
and Jim looked at each other, and I looked at them in puzzlement.
Beryl walked over and spoke to him,
“Blaine,
Darlin,’— Big Jim, here’s, the Master. This fine looking young
man is his slave.”
Blaine looked to
his Master and said,
“You don’t
understand, Dad,— this is Beau James!” He grabbed me around the
waist, put his face up to my crotch, and held me to him as he cried and
cried. I didn’t know what the Hell was going on? How he Hell did
he know my name? I had no idea but he had my heart. I reached
down to comfort him and saw a tattoo, ‘Devil Dogs.’
“Kelly?” I
asked softly. Hook off his sunglasses and looked up at me
then stood.
“Beau James,— I
never thought I’d ever see your face again in my life. He hugged me. I
started crying while he was kissing me and hugging me. “Oh, my God!”
said Big Beryl, “Is this THE Beau James I’ve heard stories about for
four Goddamn years?”
“Yes, Dad,
yes! I owe my life to this man. He carried me forty-two miles on
his fuck'n back to get me to safety in Nam. Got me out of a VC prison
holding camp, and refused to dump me when the rest of the guys wanted
to leave me behind. I was a Lieutenant and he was a non-com corpsman in
the Navy. He didn’t even know how to shoot a fucking gun and got
seven of us back to safety. I was ranking officer, but I was
wounded. Thank God, I had sense enough to give him full charge or we
never would have made it.”
I saw tears
coming from Master Jim’s face and Big Beryl was a little choked up
himself. I couldn’t get away from Blaine, but I didn’t mind. It was
damn good to see him again after all these years. He was good looking
then, as I remembered, but he was fucking gorgeous now,— one of the
hottest men I ever laid eyes on. I began to cry with him as I was
holding him. I didn’t know what to think. I was really
confused when Beryl barked at Blaine,
“Blaine, honey,—
I know this is emotional for you but don’t forget your damn manners.”
Blaine quickly kissed me, and moved in front of Big Jim on his knees
and spoke,
“Forgive this
slave, Master Jim, I didn’t mean to slight you.” He bent over and
kissed each of Big Jim’s boots. Master Jim put his hand down,
Blaine kissed the back, and put it to his forehead and held it there.
“Rise slave and
show this Master your love.” He jumped into Master Jim’s awaiting
arms, kissed him, and started crying again.
“Oh, Master
Jim? Is Beau your slave? How wonderful. Where did you
find him? Does he live with you? Are you training him?”
“Easy, Blaine,—
easy, Son!” Big Beryl said gently. He turned to me and opened his
arms and said, “Welcome, Son!”
I fell to my
knees, and kissed each of his huge boots. I heard the big man sigh with
love. I saw big huge hand come down to me. I grabbed it and kissed it a
long while then put it to my forehead.
“You better get
that pretty, little ass up here and show me some love, slave-boy.” I
jumped into his waiting arms, kissed him, and he kissed me back a long
passionate kiss. “You are so welcome here, my Son!” He kissed me again.
I liked this man
big man. He reached down, and with no effort, put his arm under my
knees and lifted me to him. I threw my arms around his big neck, and he
turned us both toward Jim and Blaine.
“Get the door
for us, Blaine, honey!” Big Beryl barked with affection at his
slave.
Blaine headed
for the door with a big smile on his face and Master Jim winked at me
over Beryl’s shoulder.
“Come on, Jim,
I’ve got your sweetie, now get your big ass into the house so’s we can
talk. We been back off a tour for about a week, and we just ran
into town for a few things. We’re stocked up for a month.
How long can you guys stay, two weeks, a month. You’re
welcome. We’d love to have you.” He reached over and stole
another kiss from me. He didn’t really steal it. I was only too
happy to give it to him. Never felt safer in my life with two
giants who loved me. Lieutenant
Kelly? Who the hell would think I’d ever run into him? My
life was beginning to be just a bit too weird. We got in the
house and Big Beryl wouldn’t set me down. He just sat us both in
a big overstuffed chair that must have been made for him because it was
big. He continued to hold me. I didn’t try to get away. I was at home
in the big man’s arms.
“Beau, honey,—
you like a beer?”
“Yes, please,
Master Beryl.”
“Just call me
Beryl, Son, I’ll know you mean Master before it.”
“Is that all
right, Master Jim?”
“You do what the
man tells you, Son, he’s undisputed Master in this house, besides he’s
bigger'n both of us put together.” We all laughed.
“Blaine, honey,
would you get us some beers, Darlin’?”
“Be happy to,
Master,— more’n happy, Dad. Fucking, damn proud to get you
a beer. You remember, Dad, I told you about a man who rescued me'n Wes
from those bamboo cages. Well,— the first night we stayed in this
hidden cave Beau knew about. Wes was so frightened he clung to
Beau like a little lost boy, and wouldn’t let him go. To calm him down,
Beau began to comfort him. A little comfort led to Beau making a
little love to him, and he ended up fucking the holy shit out of Wes,
right there in front of six other guys. No one said a word! It was like
it was the only Goddamn thing that made any sense. Two people scared
out of their minds found comfort in making love to each other. I
was straight at the time, but I was so taken with the gentleness and
the kind way Beau took Wes. I had fantasies for years after that. I
jacked off thinking how it might of felt to be Wes underneath Beau and
have him make love to me like that.” Big Beryl found
the bottom snap on my cod piece, unsnapped it, and moved his giant paw
underneath to hold my family jewels beneath the cod piece. I looked at
Big Jim and smiled. He winked back as if to say, ‘Relax he likes you.’
“Dad, remember
that night you had me on the ground, you kept talking to me and playing
with my ass. I was so damn angry with you, I could’ve killed you!
Then, you surprised the Hell out of me, the more you worked your
fingers into my butt, the better it began to feel; until it began to
feel pretty damn good. Your voice was firm but kind, and as much
as I hated to admit it to myself, what you were doing to me felt
natural. Like it was the way I was suppose to feel. By the time
you ordered me to fuck back with my ass, I was yours. I was just so
damn embarrassed in front of all those guys. When you grabbed me, held
me close to you with my arms pinned to my sides, told me I had no
choice in the matter, I would be your slave, you kissed me, and I
flashed back to that cave in Nam. I wanted to be your Wes
underneath you to know that same intensity of love. Damned if you
didn’t give it to me, too. All fourteen inches of
intensity. You’ve got that man in your arms, to thank for your
slave, Master.” Big Beryl stole another kiss from me and squeezed
my cock and balls gently. I took his hand and moved it to my rear and
winked at him. He smiled knowingly and found the snaps. He
felt my huge plug in my butt. He looked at me and got the biggest
grin on his face. He pulled me to him as if to hug me and
whispered,
“Big Jim make
you wear that all the time?”
“Yes, Sir, it
hasn’t been out since the first night I met him. I have to wear
it to work. Reminds me who owns my hole.” He just chuckled
and moved his big hand back under my cod piece.
“You never told
me he was this pretty, slave!” Big Beryl said to Blaine.
“Hell, he always
was a looker. Men and women use to pee their pants when he came
around. I had straight Officers asked if he played with men
‘cause they were hot for him. For his protection, I swore he was
‘straight arrow.’ All through Nam he only had one partner I know
of,— he only had eyes for Wes. He shipped over, re-enlisted, and
Wes came back. The man, in your lap, was awarded seven purple hearts
and a Bronze Star, Dad. Big Beryl looked at me funny as if to
say, 'What do you have to say about that, Son?'
“Master Beryl,”
I spoke softly “I was young, stupid, didn’t know any better, and I did,
what I thought at the time, was the right thing to do. It was
what I had to do. Weren’t nothing heroic about it. I asked
God to give me strength, he did, and I did what had to be done.
No big deal. For that they went bananas. Those medals have been
haunting me ever since.” Big Beryl
laughed, “You know, Son, the bravest men never think of themselves as
brave or heroes. They just do what has to be done. How can I
thank you for my slave?” I leaned over and whispered in his ear,
“Master Beryl,—
I’d give you a new penny if I could feel your legendary fourteen inch
dick as far up my butt as it would go.”
The giant man
got tears in his eyes and hugged me tightly.
“If it’s all
right with your Master I’d be honored to give you as much as you can
hold. Put your little hand down there, and feel what you just did to
this old man.” I did as ordered and felt his monster stiff as a
rod.
“Aren’t you
ashamed of yourself for getting this old man excited?”
“Not in the
least, Master.” He roared with laughter and kissed me again.
“If you get
tired of this one, Jim, he’ll fit right in here as slave number
two.” he said winking at Big Jim.
“I’d be proud to
have you as my little bro-slave, Beau. But, in my heart you’ll always
be my hero. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be sitting here today, a
slave to one of the best old men in the world. He’s the love of my
life, and I would’ve never found him if it hadn’t a’ been for
you. I never would’ve given him a chance if I hadn’t seen how
sweetly you made love to Wes that night in the cave. I knew I
wanted a love like that, but I didn’t know how to find it. My Master
knew what I needed, and thank God, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
He told me before he fucked me the first time he would give me the love
I needed. Damned if he didn’t. I needed a Master to straighten my ass
out. Dad Beryl convinced me in one evening he was going to be my
Master. I had no choice in the matter. He chose me to be
his slave for life, and the quicker I got use to the idea, the easier
it was going to be for both of us. I hated him for his
presumption, but I was so drawn to the passion of his convictions, I
didn’t have a choice.
I never had
anyone in my life hit me up side the head with a two by four and say,
“Your ass is
mine! You will love and serve only me! Get use to it.”
I moved in
with him the next night, and we ain’t been apart since except when I
didn’t obey him and ended up in a hospital in Tijuana. I don’t tell him
too often, certainly not often enough, I love him and I’m damn proud to
be owned by him. I’ll stand up to the roughest, meanest son of a bitch
in any outlaw club and tell him Beryl is my Master. I’m his
property. He’s my owner, and this damn dog collar, with my
name on the tag listing him as owner, proves it.”
“I thought your
name was Alex Kelly?”
“That’s right,
Alexander Blaine Kelly.”
“Well,— I’m glad
to see you found love. I always wondered if you might not have other
thoughts the way you looked at me sometime.”
“Oh, Beau, you
don’t know. I was so envious of Wes until I got to know him here
in the states. I thought I was straight. I even fucked Wes
one night to find out what you saw in him. Wasn’t too bad,
either. I played at being a straight, Hell raising, womanizing outlaw
biker until Beryl came along and convinced me I only wanted to be his
slave. Dad had my number from the start.” Blaine finished.
Beryl had this big shit eating grin on his face.
“No, I didn’t.
Ask Jim,— he was there. I just thought you were one of the
prettiest men I’d ever seen, you had a great ass I wanted to fuck, and
I was gonna’ make you my slave. I didn’t really give a shit
whether you were straight or gay! I needed a steady ass to fuck
and yours happened to be the prettiest one around. I made up my
mind, either way, straight or gay, you were gonna’ be my slave and take
my dick. I knew in time you’d grow to love it. End of story.”
“Well, either
way, Dad, your slave is damn glad you did.”
“Master Jim,
would you consider ordering your slave to strip so my Master and I can
see how pretty he is. He really shouldn’t be wearing clothes if he’s a
real slave.” Blaine said.
“Now, Blaine,—
you’re one to talk.” Big Beryl snapped, “You get your ass up and off
with your clothes right now in front of both of ‘em.”
“Off with yours
too, slave.” Master Jim snapped his fingers at me.
“Yes, Master
Jim.”
I got up and
went to him, kneeled, and kissed his boots.
“Thank you,
Master Jim!”
Blaine had
his clothes off by the time I started. I took mine off and
Blaine spied my plug.
“Holy shit,
Master Jim, you sure that’s a big enough plug in Beau’s butt? Look at
that monster, Dad!”
“I felt it when
he was in my lap. We’ve all ready talked about it. Take a
good look, Son, you’re getting one for your birthday.”
“Thanks a lot,
pal." Blaine said as an aside to me, "Shit,— it’ll be like every other
thing dad makes me do. I’ll probably hate it at first. Then
I’ll learn to love it, and he’ll say ‘See,— I told you so. Just what
you needed!’” then he laughed.
“Does Master Jim
make you wear it all the time?”
“He put it in
the first night we were together and its been there ever since.
The only time I may remove it is to use the restroom or when a Master
removes it to fuck me. I have to wear it to work every day.
I’ve gotten so use to it I hardly notice. It’s a constant
reminder who owns my hole and what it’s for.” As I turned I
got a good look at Blaine’s crotch. “Damn Blaine,
you always were a good looking man but you’re one, fucking hot son of a
bitch as you are now.” Blaine flew across the room, pulled our two
bodies together, reached his hand down, then looked at Master Jim.
“May I have
permission to play with your slaves cock and balls, Master Jim?”
“Only if Master
Beryl gives him permission to play with your hole, slave.”
“Please, Dad?”
“Of course,
silly.” Blaine grabbed me, gently played with old eight and my
low hangers. Beau, they’re prettier'n I remembered. Does your
Master ever let you fuck?”
“Easy on the
poor kid, Blaine.” Master Beryl barked.
“That’s okay,
Master Beryl, I’m having a good time. My turn.” I told Blaine as I got
on my knees to inspect him. The surgeons did an excellent job.
Blaine stuck his little man-cunt in my face proudly. With my finger I
gently explored it as deeply as I could. I looked at Master Beryl
and winked.
“May I, Master
Beryl?”
“Beau, honey,—
me cunt, su cunt,— chow down, Son!” I started eating Blaine’s cunt, and
he began to go crazy. My old cock was getting rock hard.
“Take him in
there and fuck his cunt, Beau. That's what I had it made for. He dreams
about you,— I’ve heard nothing but Beau this and Beau that for
years. He never bothered to tell me you were so damn fine
looking. You look one Hell of a lot like a rodeo star we know who
lives in Tucson we call ‘Cowboy.’ Lives with the father of his
lover who was killed in Nam. They’re both members of our
family. Cowboy'n his Master, Dan Yates, gave me'n Blaine this,
here, cabin. Ain’t two finer men walk this planet; ‘cep’n maybe
their slave, Griz. That man walks with God, and that ain’t just a
say’n!
“You're right,
Dad. He does,— he looks enough like Cowboy to be his brother!”
Exclaimed Blaine.
“I always had a
hard on for the cowboy, myself.” said Master Jim.
“If’n I let you
fuck my slave, what do I get in return?” the big man chided me.
“That new penny
I spoke to you earlier about?” I questioned him.
“Yes?”
“How ‘bout two?”
“Got chur' self
a deal, Son, but you’re no horse trader. I won on that deal.”
“Not from my
point of view, Master.” As I looked at his growing crotch.
“You are
wicked. I like that in a slave-boy.” The big man laughed.
“Two cents is
all I’m worth, Dad?”
“It’s what those
two cents are gonna’ buy me slave,— that’s the prize. You don’t need to
understand. You just give the man your best fuck. Ya’ hear!”
“Yes,
Master, honey.” Blaine giggled.
“Mind your
manners, slave, or I’ll mind ‘em for you.”
“Sorry, Dad.”
“He seems like a
fine, well trained slave, Jim. You should be proud of him. He’s
almost unreal.”
“He’s for real,
Beryl, what he says you can take to the bank. He should be pretty
horny right about now. He’s had time to absorb two of Jeb’s loads
in his ass.”
“Are you clean,
Blaine?” Beryl barked.
“Give me a
minute Beau,— come,— I’ll show you where to wait for me. Blaine
led me down a hall to a stairway that went to a basement dungeon.
It wasn't too big but very well equipped. Wait for me over there on
that leather bed, Beau, I’ll be right back.” I walked back into
the living room to get my beer, knelt in front of Master Beryl, and
kissed his boots again.
“That’s damn
sweet, Son. Why you doing that?”
“That’s Beau’s
way of showing respect, thanks, love, appreciation, and saying please
use me all rolled into one submissive action. He’s a boot slave
of the first magnitude. He’s a sucker for a big man in a big pair
of boots, and he knows how to make love to both. The man’s boots
will look like new, and Beau’ll make him feel like a new man.”
“Could you teach
my slave to make love to my boots and clean them for me real good?”
“I would if
ordered Master, but I’d be more than happy to take care of them myself.”
“Show me what
chu' got, slave.” Big Beryl winked at Big Jim. That’s all I
needed. His big, dirty boots were the first thing I noticed about
Big Beryl, and my mouth watered when I first saw them. The were
dusty, dirty, and had oil and grime on them. I was about
finished when Blaine came back into the room and saw me cleaning
Beryl’s big boots.
“Come on, Beau.”
Blaine said.
“You may as well
have another beer, Blaine,” Master Jim said, “you ain’t gonna’ get
fucked ‘til he finishes Beryl’s boots. Best leave him be, you’ll
get a much better fuck if you let him finish.” Big Jim laughed
knowingly. Damn, he did know me pretty well. I hoped he wasn’t
feeling left out. I finally finished and went back over several places
I was concerned about not being cleaned good enough.
“Is Master
pleased, or would you have me do them again, Sir?”
“Look at them
boots, Blaine! He just asked me if I’m pleased? Get up
here, boy.” He grabbed me and kissed me hard. I melted and whispered in
his ear.
“I can’t wait to
spend my pennies, Sir.” He let me go, I went to Master Jim, and kissed
his boots again.
“I’m all right
with this, Beau, trust me. I don’t feel left out, and I know why
you want to try it. It’s your chance, go for it. I’m so fucking proud
of you, and I love you. Now get in there and fuck Blaine ‘til he walks
bow legged.” He grabbed me, kissed me, turned me around and slapped me
on the butt to send me on my way. I followed Blaine to the
dungeon.
“Do you need to
clean out ‘cause they’re only gonna’ give us about thirty minutes, then
dad and Jim will be in here knocking on our back doors.”
“I cleaned
myself just before we came. I should be fine.”
“Okay, dad
is pretty fucking big, but he won’t make you take it all if you can’t”
“We’ll see.” I
smiled.“You want me to take charge since I’m gonna’ do the fucking?”I
asked him.
“I’d appreciate
that, Beau, I’ve dreamed of you fucking me as a Master.”
“Just between
us, Blaine, I like you calling me Master, but please don’t in front of
your Master. You may when we’re alone, and you’ll be my slave.
Now kiss your Master slave, and show him some love.”
Blaine kissed
me, and gave me his everything in that kiss. He became my slave,
and I, his Master. We knew we both were other people, but it was
our world at the moment, and it was as valid as any relationship. We
knew we bonded many years ago in this relationship when he gave charge
of those men and himself to me. I was his Master then, I was his Master
now. We had no intentions of replacing Beryl, but as in Nam, we
now existed in our own small world; in another world all together. I
saved him once, and I was about to receive my reward.
“Now, get down
there and make love to my dick, slave. I don’t stick my dick into any
man who won’t kiss it first.” (Thank God for that line from Master
Jeb.) My voice was lower by a fifth. What was happening to
me? I was fucking enjoying this. Blaine was a pretty fair cock
sucker and old eight got harder that a rock.
“Is your spit
gonna’ be enough lubricant, slave?”
“It may be,
Master, if not there’s lube and towels handy in those drawers in the
night stands.”
“This is new to
me, slave, I’ve never fucked a woman so I don’t know what to do.
I don’t mean to imply...”
“I know what you
mean, Master, I have a cunt because I disobeyed my Master and fucked
one too many. Let me tell you, they’re highly overrated. You haven’t
missed a thing. If Beryl hadn’t forced this cunt on me, I
probably would be dead by now. He didn’t actually force it on me.
He gave me a choice. Nullo or cunt. He wasn’t ever gonna’
let me go as his slave, thank God, so I thought a cunt might make him
feel good. I was curious how it would make me feel. I have to be
honest, I’ve grown to love it. It works much better than a
woman’s cunt, I’ll tell you that.”
“Here let me
help you in with it, Master, you’re certainly hard enough.”
Blaine gently guided me into his male cunt. The deeper I went the
better it felt until I just let go and sunk to his depths. God it felt
good. Blaine smelled so damn good, too. He had a healthy male,
stud odor. He had hair all over his massively built chest. He had
pecs for days that made his body appear much bigger than he really
was. I began to fuck him, and he began to moan. “Let me know if
I’m doing something wrong or hurting you.” I cautioned. Blaine
laughed.
“Look, Master,
I’m a man with a cunt. Fuck me the way you would want to be
fucked in the butt by Master Jim.”
“That’s pretty
damn rough and hard, Blaine.”
“Take my cunt
out for a rough test drive cowboy and see if you can stay in the saddle
for eight seconds.”
I thought, 'What
the hell!' I can’t stand someone fucking me and trying to be so
damn gentle they take all the animal lust and mystery out of it. I
began to really fuck him and he urged me on like a cheerleader.
“That’s it,
cowboy, ride this man’s cunt. Come on, Master, you can fuck
harder than that. That’s it! That’s it! Harder now, yeah!
Come on, cowboy! Spur your old horse! Make him fuck this slave
harder! Now you’re gettin’ there stud! Oh, Damn! Now,
you’re doing some decent fucking, cowboy! Here,— lemme' raise my cunt
up a little so you can get the best stuff. Yeah! You’re
getting in there good, Master! Getting the good stuff! Fuck me,
Master!” I was fucking him pretty damn hard with a good long deep
rhythm and Blaine hadn’t said anything for a while. It was
feeling tighter and tighter around my old dick. Blaine knew what
I needed, reached for the lube, and put just a little around my cock.
Ahhhh shit! That was the ticket! Now this,— this, was some damn fine
fucking. I wondered if real women felt this way? Probably
not. I don’t think their pussy’s get tighter as the fuck goes on.
“Kiss me,
slave!” Blaine kissed me. I was doing some good, hard, deep fucking. I
lost myself in making love to him and making my dick feel really good.
All of a sudden, I felt a very big, warm finger applying cold KY
lubricant to my hole, and working it in as I was fucking Blaine.
It was big Beryl. He passed the tube over to Master Jim who
motioned to me to roll Blaine on his side. I did and Blaine felt
KY being applied to his ass.
“See I told
ya’...” he said.
“Master Beryl,
please,— let me kiss it before you shove it in.” I said over my
shoulder. Big Beryl got between us and held his monster in his hand
with the head right to my lips. I kissed it, tongued his piss slit,
took a couple good hits on it, and then kissed it again
“Thank you,
Master Beryl”
“You show some
manners, too, Blaine.”
“Please, Master
Jim, let me kiss yours.” I was proud of my Master as he held his for
Blaine to make a little love to it. They lay down behind each of
us, and I felt the huge head of Master Beryl’s cock poised at my back
door.
“Take me hard,
Master,— please!” I urged the big man.
“Don’t hesitate,
Beryl, that’s the way he’s been trained. He must be taken that way.”
Master Jim backed up my request. Master Beryl was a true Master
and knew how to sink his cock into a slave. I thought it would
never stop going up my ass but in one stroke he was in me to the
base. It felt like the Japanese bullet train had just docked in
my butt.
“Damn,— that was
fine, Son.” He leaned over and stole a kiss.
“Thanks, Master
Beryl, that feels so damn good. Oh shit, I’m full. I was in
Blaine pretty deep and I felt my Master take his ass in one swift
lunge. Master Jim's cock was rubbing against mine inside of
Blaine. What a hot feeling. I continued to fuck Blaine and with each
out stroke I slid up further on Big Beryl and fucked him as I was
fucking Blaine.
“How’s Blaine’s
pussy feel to you, Son?” Big Beryl asked.
“Damn good,
Master! Your cock in me feels mighty fine, too, Master Beryl.”
“Well,
congratulations, Son, you took it all,— first time!”
“I don’t believe
it.” said Blaine as he reached through my legs to feel. Master
Beryl lifted my leg for both him and Master Jim to see his big dick
sunk in me to the base.
“I’ll be damned,
Beau, I’ve got a lot of respect for you taking that monster!”
said Blaine
“Feels pretty
damn good to me, Kelly. No wonder you wanted to become his slave.”
“Blaine swap
some spit with me while your old man fucks me to get me opened
up.” Blaine and I started kissing and both Masters took advantage
to fuck each of us. Big Beryl started some long, slow, deep fucking
that drove me round the bend. Master Jim must have been getting
to Blaine as he developed a deep throated moan that increased with
Master Jim’s strokes. Blaine broke off kissing me for a moment. “Fuck my ass
Master, Jim! Please fuck me. Take all you need and then tear off an
extra piece to take home with you."
“You’re opening
me up real good, Master Beryl! Oh, God, that feels good, Sir.” I
complimented Master Beryl.
“Damn,— Blaine,
honey,— this slave’s a fine piece of ass. You give him a good
fuck’n now or you know what I’ll do.”
“I will, Master,
I promise.” and Blaine put his cunt closer for me to get to but started
trying to take over the fuck.
“Blaine.” I
spoke firmly, “Let me do the fucking. Hold that man-cunt up there for
me and work with me. I’ll get us both off.”
“You heard the
man, Blaine, let him do the fucking.”
“Yes, Masters.”
Blaine replied. Beryl poked me gently in the back with his big
hand when he heard the plural. He was one sharp, good looking old man
who knew how to fill a man’s ass and give him what he needs.
“Beau, you ever
fucked a woman? Don’t be embarrassed, Son. No one's gonna’
laugh or they’ll have me to reckon with.”
“No, Sir, but
Blaine isn’t like a woman.”
“No, he isn’t,
Son, you’re right. I didn’t want a woman. I wanted
Blaine. He made the choice to have a cunt. I’m glad he did ‘cause
I love it, and I’ve gotten a Hell of a’ lot of milage out of it.
I hardly ever hit his shit-chute anymore. Oh, maybe three of four times
a month. If I wake in the morning and he’s got that hot little ass
pushed up against dad’s crotch. What’s a man to do? You hit him
in the first available hole. Fourteen inches wakes him up real
fast. Anyway, you want Dad Beryl to teach you how to fuck a cunt,
Son?” I didn’t know what to say but Big Jim came to my rescue.
“My slave would
be proud and honored to have you teach him how to fuck a cunt, Master
Beryl. It’s all new to him, he doesn’t know what you have in
mind, but I do. He’ll like it.” If it was good enough for Master
Jim to approve I wanted to try it.
“Yes, Sir,
please, Master Beryl.” He reached around behind him under the bed
and brought up two eight inch wide canvas belts that attached to a
ratchet device. He put one around my belly down near my crotch, under
and around his waist. He hooked the end through the ratchet device and
pushed the lever until we were drawn tightly together with his big dick
all the way in me. He slung one over my chest, did the same with that
one and Blaine helped ratchet us tight. He tested it. Every
movement he made with his hips I had to make a corresponding move. We
were like Master/slave machines in which the slave copied the movement
of his Master. Our bodies were tightly locked
together. Big Beryl was an inventive man. He was going to
do the fucking with my dick while his big cock was soaking in my butt.
“What about
us?” Master Jim asked. I’d like to control Blaine’s cunt to
see what it would be like. You mind, Blaine?”
“Hell, no,
Master Jim, sounds like fun to me. It’ll make me put it up there to dad
and Beau and give ‘em a good fucking.” Big Jim all ready had the lower
belt around them and finished the top one with my help.
“Gee, Master
Beryl, I feel like I’m part of your body.”
“You are right
now, Beau, I’m in control and I’m gonna’ show you how a man fucks a
cunt using your dick.” Son of a bitch, he was dead serious and I
thought, 'Go for it, Beau, he’s in control. Learn something from
the man.' He reached around, grabbed my rock hard dick and
guided it back into Blaine’s cunt as Master Jim shoved it onto my
cock. Shit, this felt weird but wonderful. Big Beryl began to
fuck Big Jim/Blaine’s cunt. He would move our hips in a bit of a
circular motion and then go for some deep jabs deep into his
cunt. Blaine was responding like he was on Spanish fly.
Master Jim was doing a good job keeping Blaine’s cunt stable and in the
right position.
“Now we’re
gonna’ fuck him a little harder, Son! You okay?” “Damn fine, Sir,
I don’t know which feels better my full ass or my dick inside of
Blaine.”
The big man
began fucking Blaine’s cunt pretty hard with a good deep steady
rhythm. I completely relaxed and let Master Beryl take full
control. I was enjoying the ride from both ends. I didn’t
have to do any work. Everything was being done for me. It
began to feel more than real fine and Big Beryl could tell from my ass
I was getting ready to pop my nut.
“Put it up there
for the man, Jim, he’s about to come in his fist cunt. That’s it,—
right there.”
“Can I come,
too, Dad?” Blaine begged.
“If you can,
honey! I’m gonna’ make sure our guest gets his right now.”
“Just a little
more, Son, we’re almost there!” Big Beryl kissed me behind my ear,
“Feel that, Son? Oh, yeah! I feel that little ass trying to
eat my dick. Now,— when you fell like you’re gonna’ shoot push
back as hard as you can in the saddle and let Dad Beryl drive you home.
Here we go, Son! Yeah, I feel that little butt beginning to chow
down on my dick! I feel it coming! You’re chewing my old
dick good! Let’s get it all the way in that little cunt!
Yeah! That’s it! Now Son!” I pushed back as hard as I
could. The big man was really fucking Blaine’s cunt hard and
furious with my cock as I lost my mind and started shooting into
Blaine, load after load. My ass tried to bite Big Beryl’s dick
off as I filled Blaine’s cunt. Every time I thought I got it all
out, Big Beryl would fuck more furiously into Blaine’s cunt and I’d
unload another volley. I must have come three time in a row! “Oh, Oooh,
Ooohhh! Master Beryl! Damn you’re using my cock really good. Oh
fuck, I’m coming!” I came, biting on Big Beryl’s cock, came
again, bit down on it so hard I heard him laugh and came again. “Oh,
God! Master Beryl that’s one of the best feelings I ever had in
my life. My cock was still pumping out come and my ass was still
chomping down on his cock. He took one more big stroke into
Blaine’s pussy with my dick, and I felt him explode in my butt. I could
feel him filling me with his come.
“Keep fucking
me, Dad!” Blaine yelled to his Master, “I’m almost there!!” The old man
made my still hard dick fuck his handsome slave’s cunt until he shot
out his little piss hole. Only Master Jim didn’t come.
I couldn’t have
my Master not coming. I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t thank
Big Beryl enough and Blaine was kissing me. I whispered to Master
Beryl I needed to be free to take care of my Master. He
understood. I moved quickly to undo Master Jim’s belts and reached down
and pulled Babe out of Blaine’s ass. I mounted him as fast as I could
get him up my butt. I started riding like a fucking demon.
“Mind if we
watch you pleasure your Master, slave?” Big Beryl asked as
he was holding Blaine in his arms kissing him.
“I’d be honored,
Sir.” I didn’t stop my job and felt Babe responding to my
thrust. “I need your seed up there with Master Beryl’s,
Master Ox. Lay back, relax, and let me show these two men how you
taught your worthless slave to pleasure his Master. Your slave loves
you and is going to take care of you. Gimme’ Babe! All of
Babe!” I was riding him pretty hard and fast in a good
rhythm. Babe began to swell to spitting size. I knew he was close
and felt him rise to meet my thrust. I didn’t slow down as I was
determined to get my Master’s come in my ass. I hunkered down and rode
harder and faster, slamming my ass against his hot leathers. He arched
his back, raised his hips upward once more and I felt his flow began.
“That’s it,
Master,— shoot your hot Master load in your worthless slave’s
pussy.” Damn I was starting to build myself and I couldn’t stop
now.
“Permission to
shoot, Master Ox!”
“Granted slave,
ride old Babe to the barn, Son, your giving me the good stuff,
Little Beaver! Don’t spare the leather, slave!” I rode him and shot
three feet in the air. Big Beryl and Blaine were gasping because
I shot again so quickly, untouched . My Master, my Giant, went
into his unconscious coming mode as his spit and saliva went
everywhere. I rode him down to a trot with my ass still spasming.
“Woah, damn,—
thank you, Master Ox, for that good fucking. Thank you,
Sir. Oh, Master,— old Babe did it to me again.” He was
coming around from his petite mort. “Not bad, Little
Beaver, not bad a’ tall. Thanks for thinking about me, love.”
“You’re my
Master, and I love you. What’s your slave for if not to please
his Master?”
“Hear that
Blaine?” Master Beryl chided Blaine. Blaine looked at me
and shook his head.
“How do you come
without touching yourself?”
“He’s been
carefully trained to do that.” Master Jim chimed in, and I winked at
him.
“It took a
while, but Master Jim is a great teacher,— a fine Master.” I
supported his statement.
“I believe it.”
said a spent Master Beryl. “Come on guys let’s us out to the hot
pool. Blaine, honey, grab us four more beers.”
“Yes, Sir,
Dad. You know what Master?” Blaine asked his big Master.
“What, Son?”
“You’re one Hell
of a man and your slave loves you, Sir.” Big Beryl grabbed
Blaine, hugged him, and got a little choked up.
“If you only
knew how much this old man loves you, you shithead. Now, go get
us the damn beers, Cunt, before your old man makes a fool of
himself and breaks down in front of our guest.”
“Proud to,
Master.”
We got into the
pool and the hot water was wonderful. They built it strangely.
When you first looked at it you thought it was too shallow on the sides
and to deep in the middle. When you got in you saw their reason. It was
deeper in the middle and only a couple of feet deep around the
edges. It made it great for laying on your back and looking up at
the stars,— a million stars. So many stars you can see in the
desert. I lay in Master Jim’s big arms teasing him with
kisses. He pulled me on top of him with my head resting on his
big chest and my butt between his legs. Babe kept poking me in
the back. I kept talking to his dick like it was a person.
“All right Babe,
if you don’t settle down and behave, I ain’t gonna’ take you to the
barn no more.”
“How can you
talk to the ox that way, slave?”Master Jim laughed. “He loves you
so.” We had Master Beryl and Blaine laughing at us.
“What the Hell
are you guys talking about? You’ve got more names for each
other. That’s a true sign of love.” Master Beryl
laughed, “Tell us about you two getting together."
I didn’t say a
word. I was going to let Master Jim tell them what he wanted, and I
would ‘Amen’ it. He was pretty straight forward with them about our
situation. They seemed disappointed.
“Damn,— that’s
too bad. I was looking forward to adopting Beau as my nephew,
bro. He’s one of the only men who has been able to take all of me
the first time except Jimmy and Cowboy. It took me almost a year to get
Blaine to take all of me. Of course, the doctors knew his cunt
was gonna’ be for me, so they took a cast of my cock and made a sterile
foam model to build his cunt around. How many operations did it take,
hon?”
“About eight in
all, but it was pretty special to build it to take you, Dad.”
“Well, I’m not
sorry we spent the money, are you?”
“Oh, Hell, no,
Dad!”
“It really has
calmed Blaine down. He can’t worry about sex too much because if
he gets horny he can’t jack off. He can’t even get off on a
dildo. I caught him trying several times when he was being
punished by withholding dad’s dick. He has to have dad’s dick to get
him off. He’s become a pretty good and faithful slave. It
certainly cured him from fucking women.” Big Beryl laughed
hardily. “He gave me a run for my money, but I think he’s come around
to believing he’ll be my slave for the rest of his life. I told him the
first night I chose him for my man-slave, he'd get use to the
idea. He knew I would never let him go. Hell,— he can even come
when I fuck him in the ass. He never could do that before we had
his cunt installed.” He pulled Blaine up to his big chest, and kissed
him on the neck under his dog collar.
“So you are to
be trained by Master Jeb and Jim, then be put on the market in about
three months?” Blaine asked quietly.
“As I understand
it,— right, Master?” I deferred to Master Jim.
“Yes, love.” He
answered.
“Well, it’s
obvious the two of you are very much in love.” Master Beryl said.
“I won’t deny
it, Master Beryl.” I replied to Big Beryl.
“Neither will
I.” agreed Master Jim, “Jeb’s a strong man with definite ideas.
He all ready had someone in mind for Beau. It just so happens,
Beau has fallen in love with the man Jeb wants him to be with.”
“Is he a good
man?” Big Beryl asked.
“The best.” we
said in unison and laughed.
“He was Wes’s
last Master, Blaine.” I said.
“Earl Shaw?”
“You know him?”
I asked surprised.
“Yeah, we know
him well. He comes out here all the time to get away from the
city. He helped us build this pool. We’ve known him for a long
time, but we didn’t get to know him really well until after Wes was
killed. We’ve known him for years. When we’re here we ride in to
visit him once a month or so. ”
“Did he know you
and Wes were in Nam together?” I asked Blaine.
“I think so, but
we never discussed it much other than I was an Officer and Wes was
enlisted. He knew I knew Wes in L.A. before he met him. I was
trying to be straight then and didn’t hang out with Wes much. By
the time Wes became his slave I was running with the Hot Dawgs.”
Blaine replied.
“How can you
love Earl and want to be his slave when you’re head over heals in love
with Jim?” Master Beryl asked me confused.
“It’s not Beau’s
fault, Beryl. It’s my fault. He knew from the first what he
wanted. I stupidly shined him on, and kept him at arms length, all at
Jeb’s request. Beau wasn’t getting anything back from me, he met Earl
D. by chance, spent a weekend with him, and they fell in love. By
the time I realized what a fool I’d been, it was too late. Jeb made me
promise I wouldn’t fall in love with Beau. He had someone else in mind
for him. I didn’t know it at the time, but the man he had in mind was
Earl D. Shaw.
God knows I
tried not to fall in love with Beau! Shit! Who am I
kidding? I loved him the first time I laid eyes on him. We
got together last night and pulled down all fences. We admitted we love
each other. We can’t be around each other ten minutes, and we’re
in each other's arms. I’m not even going to try to hide it from
Jeb any more. If he weren’t so damn stubborn, the only one who
knows what’s right for people, Beau and I might be getting together.
There’s more to this story than we’re telling you. You’ll
eventually find out. It’s pretty miraculous actually. There are
other, unseen forces we think might be instrumental in getting Beau and
Earl together.
However, I just
decided, I’m through with all games and Beau doesn’t play games. Beau
leads with his heart. What you sees is what chu' gets! Maybe,
it’s for the best? I might be too easy on Beau. Maybe he
needs strong control and discipline as Jeb claims. All I know is
I’d keep him well fucked, I’d own the cleanest pair of boots
around, and I’d love him more than he could imagine.” I got a tear in
my eye. I reached up to kiss Big Jim. He put his mouth over mine and
kissed me gently.
“Well, that’s a
pisser, guys. Let’s put our money together and buy him for
ourselves.” Big Beryl suggested.
“Naaw! I don’t
wanna’ piss Jeb off. We go back too far to part ways now.”
Master Jim allowed.
“Well,— Earl is
a good man. I don’t know how he’d be as a Master.” Big
Beryl said, “He loved Wes with a passion, but I heard he’s a strict
disciplinarian and expected Wes to walk a tight rope. Wes
worshiped him though. Cowboy thinks the world of him.”
“You want to
tell ‘em why we originally came out here.” Big Jim asked me.
“Yes, Sir,— I
asked Master Jim if he’d ever ridden anyone on his Harley with his dick
up they’re butt and gone over a bumpy road?”
Master Beryl and
Blaine roared with laughter.
“Hell, Son, we
do it all the time! We have to ride about three quarters of a mile down
to the gate to get our mail. There never is anyone around out
here. Blaine has a pair of leather pants like yours where a piece
snaps out of the ass, and I have my cod piece leathers. He gets on my
old dick and we ride down together to get the mail. He usually
shoots just about half way back ever' time. So do I when I feel his
little ass try to bite my dick off. There’s a trick to it we’ll
show you tomorrow.”
They were
wonderful men. They made us feel like kings. I didn’t allow my
attention to waver from my giant for the rest of the evening. I
felt bad I deserted him for the bedroom. We went to bed that night and
held each other. I ended up curled up in his big arms and fell
into a peaceful sleep. I awoke later with him still sitting up, asleep,
still holding me. I woke him, made him stretch out, and kissed
him goodnight. Laying beside my giant, his huge arm thrown over
me, holding me to him, Babe poised at my back door, listening to his
soft breathing, I felt a peace that surpasses all understanding. There
came a wee small voice over the sounds of night in the desert.
“Give up
struggling,— let it be. The giant will always be yours, don't be afraid
to give him your love. Serve him well, but you must honor your
commitment and not deny your love for Master Earl. They are your
future,— love them with all your heart. Serve them well. Strive to be
happy. These things have been chosen for you. Be wise enough to accept
them. Honor yourself, and know,— you are loved.”
End Chapter 11 ~
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