Part I ~
Lone
Coyote
“What is there
so lonely, as the wolf’s
cry at midnight? His Master’s
smell on the sheets, his slave lies
engulfed, naked, and alone.” Canto 12 ~
Slaves’s Song ~ W. D. Dux
I opened my eyes
to see two beautiful, giant, steel-grey eyes looking into mine.
“Good
Morning.” Big Jim said softly.
“What a nice way
to wake, looking into the loving eyes of my good Master.”
“They are,
indeed, loving eyes, and they’re looking at you wondering how I was
ever blessed to know you, let alone share love with you?”
“Woah! Steady
big fellow! I ain’t no saint! I feel the same about you.”
“You had a
connection with Blaine years before I did. I heard all the other
‘Twilight Zone’ stories of you meeting Earl, Wes being your lover in
Nam,— I’m wondering how I fit into all this.”
“Maybe it’s not
real complicated, Master Ox. Maybe it’s simple. You decided to
give love another chance, or maybe, it decided to give you another
chance?”
“Perhaps you’re
right. I’m not going to be maudlin about it. I’m going to enjoy what
love we can share and not let 'If only,— ' thoughts ruin it. Our time
together may be brief, but I’m going to make the most of it. So, kiss
me slave and be quick about it.” He leaned over me and gently
kissed me.
“Damn, Master,
that be fine. Good morning to you, too. Did Babe put you up
to this? Does he want Little Beaver to go for a ride this
morning?” He laughed.
“He had input,
as it were, but the kiss was from my heart.”
“I love you,
Jim.” I said quietly.
“I love you,
too, Beau. Let’s get up. I can smell coffee from the kitchen.”
Master Jim was pulling his leathers out of the closet. He sat his
big boots out. I remembered an old cleaning rag in the bathroom. I
grabbed his big boots and sat on the floor with my back against the bed
to clean them. I put one between my legs and wedged it tight
against my cock and balls then locked my legs in front of it to
squeezed it harder against them. The top of the huge shaft of the leg
stopped right under my nose. I cleaned one real good while
inhaling the other, then switched. Master Jim watched me with a
certain amount of pride and approval of my self initiated actions. He
looked at me like a proud papa pleased and amused to see his son
imitating his actions to be like his old man.
He told me it
turned him on to see his slave boy sniff his boots. He wasn’t
lying. I had the final laugh. He couldn’t get Babe stuffed into
his cod piece. It kept poking out the top, winking at me. I
helped him on with his boots, holding each squarely in my crotch.
He would feign difficulty getting them on, press hard on my cock and
balls to the point of real pain then his big foot would magically slip
into place. I loved the big man for indulging me that game. His final
piece of leather to put on was his leather vest. He decided to
wear it without a shirt. Fuck, he looked hot with his massive
hairy chest and his huge, dark brown nipples. The sight of his
nipples made my dick hard just to think about sucking them.
“Do you want me
to put something on, Master?”
“My slave
doesn’t wear clothes in private.” He smiled wickedly. “Did that
answer you’re question, slave?”
“Yes, Master,
thank you, Sir.” He put his arms around me and put his forehead
against mine.
“I like to see
my slave this way. I’m proud of you on my arm, and I like to show you
off. There’s an old man out there who would have a heart attack if you
walked out with clothes on, and I, for one, don’t want to call the
paramedics and explain.” He joked with me. “Furthermore, his slave
won’t have clothes on, and I know that old man hasn’t gotten enough of
playing with you. Don’t worry, Blaine doesn’t have a jealous bone in
his body. If he thinks Beryl wants someone he’ll hog tie ‘em and
tell ‘em to relax, his Master will get around to fucking them in
a few minutes. You think I’m joking? I’m not. I’ve seen him do
it. Sometimes to straight bikers who Beryl might have mentioned
had a nice ass.
Blaine would
disappear and after a while come back and tell him, ‘When would you
like to fuck so-in-so, Dad, I’ve got him waiting for you?’ Beryl
would smile, scratch his chin and tell him, ‘Oh, after I have another
beer, Son!’ Blaine would have the guy spread eagle on his
stomach, hands and feet staked and roped, his mouth gagged, his
ass well greased like a Christmas turkey waiting to be stuffed. Beryl
would thank Blaine, kiss him, let Blaine get him good and hard, go in
the tent and fuck the guy. Believe it or not they had a
seventy-five percent return rate, even from the straight guys. Beryl
wasn’t out to hurt anyone and would take it slow until he got ‘em
opened up. The straight guys would get drunk and secretly approach
Blaine to see if they could get him to tie them down again for Beryl to
use.
Several of the
so called straight guys regularly paid Blaine good money to take a ride
on Big Beryl’s horse. Blaine made a lot of money on the side he
never told his old man about. He learned selling a person could
be a two way street. He swore me to secrecy when I caught on to what he
was doing. I thought it was fucking hilarious. I know you and Beryl
have some secret agreement between you which I think is
wonderful. I’m proud of you for bonding with him that
quickly. He doesn’t let a lot of people get as close as he has
you in such a short period of time, so don’t be shy if he wants to use
you. You’re ordered to pleasure him anyway he wants. I’d share you with
either of them. If the ‘new penny’ thing has to do with you
getting fucked? You tell him, I get to watch. He won’t have any
problem with that. I don’t need any reasons for you not to wear
anything but the main reason is to remind you, I’m your Master, I care
about you, and I want to show you off.”
He kissed me on
the forehead, went to the closet, got something out of his big heavy
biker jacket and came back. He’d brought his leash and hooked it
to my collar. I fell to my knees and kissed his boots. I found
his waiting hand, kissed it, then put it to my forehead,
“Get up here,
I’m gonna’ show you love, slave.” I threw my arms around him.
“I’m proud to
call you Master, Jim!” We kissed a long and well thought out
kiss. He grabbed my leash,
“Come puppy,
follow your Master. Do I need to take you outside to lift
your leg?”
He thought his
joke was funny, so did I. I followed Master Jim past the living
room to the small kitchen. Blaine was busy starting breakfast while Big
Beryl sat on a bar stool at the counter. Blaine had no clothes on
either. Beryl saw me on the leash and put his hand out for Master Jim
to hand him the leash. Master Jim gave him the leash and smiled.
I knelt in front of Beryl, kissed each one of his boots, and he held
his hand down for me. I lovingly kissed the back and put it to my
forehead.
“Get your pretty
ass up here slave and give this old Master some good lovin’! Beryl
pulled me to him with the leash, grabbed it up close to my neck to
control my head, held it tight, leaned forward and kissed me. I threw
my arm around his neck and pulled myself to him to kiss him back. “Good
morning me pretty.” he made it sound like an old sea pirate.
“‘Morning,
Cap’n.” I said in character.
He hugged me and
laughed. Blaine set coffee on the counter for Master Jim and I.
Everyone exchanged ‘good morning’ greetings. Beryl open his legs
and pulled my backside into him, put both arms around me, his big legs
around my legs, and locked his boots in front of me. His right hand
went to my crotch to hold my cock and balls cradled in his big paw. He
didn’t fondle me or squeeze them, he just held them like he was
protecting them, keeping them warm; like they were precious to him. I
leaned back against him for comfort and support. He was like
leaning against the Berlin wall.
“So you want to
learn to Harley ride your Master's cock, huh, slave?” he said with
amusement in his voice.
“I’d sure like
to try, Master Beryl.”
“Just call me
Beryl or Dad, Son.”
“Yes, Sir, Dad.”
“That’s better.”
“Do you guys
have to be back this evening?”
“Yeah, Beau has
to go to work tomorrow, and I’ve got some business in L.A. tomorrow
morning. We only rode out for the night.”
“Too bad, some
of the guys we used to ride with may drop by this afternoon. I
hoped you could be here to see them. Breed said he might stop by.
You remember Breed,— about Blaine’s height, good looking, built like a
fireplug.”
“Yeah, I
remember Breed. Ornery little cuss,— would pick a fight with the
meanest son of a bitch in camp just to prove himself a man. How
many times did you and I have to keep some dude from killing him?
‘Straight arrow’ until he had a few, then he wanted to swap spit and
play with your dick ‘til dawn. He wanted to go with men in the worse
way, but just never could let himself cross that barrier. I damn near
got my dick in him one night, remember?”
“Yeah, that’s
Breed! He’s mellowed a lot though, owns a ranch not far from here
and works as a mechanic for some shop in Yucca Valley. He jumped
the fence in a big way. Took a smart, college educated, good
looking kid as a slave. Mistreated the kid something terrible and the
kid ran away. Breed looked for the kid for a year or more but
never found hide nor hair of him.”
“Yeah,— where
dad hid him,— he’ll never find him.”
“Blaine?!” Beryl
said sternly, then smiled a guilty smile. “Well, Hell, Jim,— you should
a' seen what he did to the kid. Not just once but numerous times.
Finally, to keep Blaine from going over there and killing Breed, I had
to do something. The kid loved him unconditionally, but he was
justifiably scared to death of him. The kid never blamed Breed
for his violence. He felt Breed was misunderstood. When I was sure the
kid wanted out and wouldn’t run back to him, for his own personal
safety, we helped him. I sent him to Jeb. You were away on
a tour. I don’t think you ever met him. His name was Skip. Fine
looking oriental boy. I think Jeb changed his name when he sold
him. He’s Japanese and Jeb used his Jap name when he sold him.”
“Yoshie?”
I asked.
“Yeah,— that’s
it.” said Big Beryl “How’d ju’ know, Beau?”
“He’s my boss’s
slave. He’s putting him through medical school at U.S.C. God,
maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No one will
hear it from dad or me.” Blaine said. “I’m not fond of the son of a
bitch, but dad makes me treat him like a Master when he comes
around. Dad even loans me out to him once in a while. He pays dad
damn good money to use me, so I do my best to pleasure him. He’s gotten
better at sex with a man than he used to be. He loves fucking my cunt.
When you’re a slave you do what your Master orders you to. The
last time I didn’t, I didn’t get fucked for a whole, Goddamn
month and he wouldn’t loan me out either. Talk about humping door
knobs. Sheeeit!! I hate to admit it but my old man knows how to
bring a slave to his knees without violence. In all these years, dad
has never hit me with his fist. If you look closely at my ass and back
you’ll notice tell-tale scars from his eighteen foot, black snake, bull
whip, but I damn well deserved every one of ‘em. I wear ‘em with pride
‘cause the man who owns me cared enough about me to put ‘em there. I
ain’t there yet, but one day I hope he can say I’m his loving and
obedient slave.”
“Aaahh, you
ain’t so bad now, you twit.” Big Beryl said, “We’d be the last to
say anything to Breed about Skip, Son. Breed can be a mean son of
a bitch when he wants to be. Then, on the other hand, he can be the
most giving person we know. He’s always willing to help with any
project we have around here, but we’ve helped him, too.” Blaine started
breakfast, and I asked Big Beryl if I could help him. He said
'no,' the kitchen was too small.
“Far be it from
me to contradict a Master, but it doesn’t look too small to me, Sir.”
“It isn’t,
Beau,” said Blaine laughing, “The old man just wants to play with you.
He thinks you're a little bit of okay. I thought I never would
get to sleep last night. All I heard was, Beau this and Beau that
for hours.” He laughed wickedly for his imitation of Beryl.
“Besides, my hero, I’ve got everything covered, except my
ass.” He laughed again. “He loves a slave on a leash. I spend
half my damn life hiding leashes.” We all fell out laughing at
Blaine. He was funny.
“You know
Blaine,” said Beryl, “I’m damn proud of us to hear Skip has a good
Master and is going to become a fucking doctor. Can you beat
that?”
“You should be
proud, both of you.” said Big Jim. “I probably would've done the
same thing and have. Jeb and I had to kidnap my nephew Wes out of
a brothel in Tijuana.”
“Yeah, we heard
about that. What the Hell was he doing in a Mexican brothel?”
“He never would
say. The nearest Jeb and I could put together was his last Master
was a crazy son of a bitch, and sold him to be a fuck-butt boy for any
Mexican with twenty pesos in his pocket. They kept him straddled an
eight inch wide by four foot long wooden bench completely nude, with
his wrists chained up to a ring in the wall. You could sit on the bench
and fuck him. Jeb and I got the caretaker drunk. I had a pair of
bolt cutters in my coat. We got him free, put him in the bed of Jeb’s
old truck, covered him with old paint canvas, fishing boots, a beer
cooler, fishing gear, folding chairs, like we'd been fishing, drove
back across the border, got Wes out of the back, covered him in
blankets and drove home. You remember old Hank who used to love
to fuck in them whore houses outside Vegas?”
“Yeah!” replied
Beryl.
“He liked to go
to that brothel and fuck the Mexican whores. He saw this kid
chained up, and he looked like a white boy. He thought a piece of
boy butt might be a nice change, so he bought an hour with him. He said
he was pretty good fuck, so he bought another couple hours with him.
Somehow, Hank found out he was a slave in a family group and an
American citizen. He found out his name and when he told Jeb and
I, we knew immediately who it was. We were down there the
next day. Jeb and I kept Wes to let him recover for over a year.
I took him to the gym three times a week and Jeb worked on his self
confidence. Jeb trained him to be a slave and sold him to Earl D.
I don’t care what anyone says about Earl D. Shaw he made Wes bloom. Wes
needed exactly what Earl could give him.
I have no
problem having this kid I love become Earl's slave. Of all the
Masters out there, other than you Beryl, Earl is the only one I would
wanna' see Beau with. I know he won’t be mistreated. He’ll be made to
tow the line, dance to Earl’s tune, but he’ll be loved and appreciated.
Earl will be good for him. He'll probably bloom under Earl just
like Wes. They’ll probably become the envy Master/slave couple of
our family group. Besides, Earl D. Shaw is one Hell of a good
looking man. I saw him the other day and he’s obviously a man in love.
He looks it. He radiates it. I wouldn’t even attempt to stand in
the way at this point. I love Beau so much I want to know he’s
happy. If it can’t be with me then I’m glad for Beau it’s gonna’
be Earl.”
“He’s a damn
good man.” said Beryl, “Will you see him this week, Beau?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell him
‘Hello’ for us and to give us a call. We’ll be here for a month
or more. Last we saw him was at Dan and Cowboy’s in Tucson. We
had a great time on round up this year. Ms. Sophie and Gracie,
their two cow-ladies, are so fucking funny to watch herd them
cows. Earl D. cut a handsome figure as a buckaroo. Get him
on a horse and he looks for all the world like one of them old Republic
Western cowboy heros. Damn, he sits a fine horse.”
Blaine was
dishing up food, placing it in front of the two Masters
first. Beryl slipped me his and whispered,
“ Eat,
boy! I’m undisputed Master of this house, Son, you do as I tell
you, slave. Your Master told me I was.” He roared with
laughter.
“You’re a kind
man, Dad.” I said and kissed him on the cheek.
“Eat up, Son,
you’re too damn skinny.”
“Damn, Blaine,—
this is good.” I told him. We all agreed. We continued talking
during breakfast.
“Could you give
your boss a message to give to,— Yoshie, is it?’” Beryl asked.
“Could I ask
Master Jeb’s permission to relay your message to my boss, Dad?”
“Certainly, if
Jeb says 'no,' don’t worry about it. It’s not all that important. We’re
just thrilled to know everything worked out for him and he’s doing
well. If Jeb says it’s okay, tell your boss to tell him we
love him and are thrilled to hear he’s doing well; not to feel bad
about contacting us. We’d rather he didn’t right now for his
sake.”
“I’ll asked Jeb
for you.” said Big Jim.
I helped Blaine
clean up after breakfast, and we talked while our Masters talked. We
caught up on people we knew together in Nam and what we heard happened
to them. “Blaine,
remember my corpsman buddy, ‘Box’? The short good looking little dude
Wes and I use to hang out with?”
“The one we
called ‘Boxer’ ‘caused he wouldn’t wear anything but boxer
underwear? Said jockeys limited cock growth; boxers allowed
his jewels to breathe and then would take in a deep breath to
illustrate?” We laughed.
“Yeah, yeah,
that’s him. All the time Wes and I were together I know he knew we were
fucking like minks, but he never said a word. We never flaunted
it, but everyone knew. Fortunately for Wes and I, we had
you and the five other guys I got out of those cages to disparage any
talk. Old Boxer was so laid back; loved his pot. If he knew he’d never
tell anyone. I think his first name was Larry or Lawrence,
something like that. Anyway, I was at this big annual gay bike run to
Badger Flats over Labor Day weekend about three years ago. It’s
jointly sponsored by a gay bike club from L.A. and one from San
Francisco. Well,— guess who I run into on a bike with so much leather
on you’d swear the cow was an endangered species?”
“Boxer?”
“Yes, and his
little slave boy. He was working out and was some kinda hot, let
me tell you. Made my old cock drip, and he kept his little slave
on a short leash. I swear to you, the kid was a miniature Chuck
Conners. Had every Master at the run trying to buy time with the
poor kid. Wouldn’t have minded about forty-five minutes with him
myself. Hell,— I would've settled for thirty with the both
of ‘em.”
“I would never
imagined Boxer,...” declared Blaine.
“Yeah, me
either, but there he was and a big member of one of the bike clubs out
of San Francisco. He didn’t recognize me at first. Hell,— I had
to do a double take to recognize him. When I walked toward him he
recognized me and smiled only the way old Boxer could, snapped his
fingers to his slave, the kid fell to his knees, and kissed my boots.
First time I’d ever had that happen to me, and I didn’t know the proper
response at the time. The poor kid just sat there ignored as I
embraced Box. Finally, I grabbed hold of his leash and Box let go. I
yanked him up to my face and looked at him as mean as I could. You
taking good care of your Master, slave?”
“I hope so, Sir.”
“I hope so, too,
boy, ‘cause if I ever hear you’re not, I’ll personally kick your ass.”
“Yes, Sir, I
understand, Sir.”
“I’m glad you
understand, Son. So I can be really sure, show me how you kiss
your Master when you want to show him how much you appreciate being his
slave. I thought the kid was gonna’ rape me. A damn crowed
gathered, and Boxer kept giggling he was so proud of his boy. I
pulled away from him and told the kid, ‘Well, shit! That’s one ass
kicking I’m gonna’ have to cancel.’”
“What did old,
laid back Boxer say?”
“I thought he
was gonna’ come unglued at the hinges he was laughing so hard. He
always did have a dry wit and good sense of humor. They made a good
looking couple. The envy of all the Master and slaves there. Since his
Master is a ‘Top Man,’ of course, the kid calls him ‘Box-Top’!” We
giggled.
“I’m glad to
hear that about old Box. He was a good man.” allowed Blaine.
We no sooner
finished discussing our friend when we heard a bike pull up in front of
the house. Blaine could see out the kitchen window.
“It’s Breed,
Dad.”
“Okay, now
remember, Blaine,---”
“I know, Dad,
I’ll be a good slave ‘cause I love you.”
“I’ll make it up
to you, Son.”
“Jim, grab
Beau’s leash so he’ll know you own him. Beau you’ll have to treat him
as a Master, too, or he’ll get insulted.”
“He will, Beryl,
he’ll do what I tell him. He’s my slave until he’s sold.” I was proud
of Big Jim. He knew I’d do anything he ordered me to. Breed came
in, hugged and kissed Big Beryl. He saw Jim and smiled real
big as he came to kiss and hug him. Dad Beryl snapped his fingers at
Blaine. He knelt in front of Breed and kissed each of his boots.
Breed put his hand down, Blaine kissed the back of it and put it to his
forehead.
“Up, slave, and
show this Master love.” Blaine rose and threw his arms around
Breed and kissed him.
Breed went to
Master Jim next. My Master dropped my leash. Breed shook Big
Jim’s hand, hugged and kissed him on the cheek, and turned to look at
me.
“Breed, this is
my slave, Beau.” Breed looked me up and down like a thirsty man
looking at a tall glass of water, smiled a strange, approving smile and
nodded. Master Jim snapped his fingers for me to kneel in front of him.
I fell to my knees, kissed each of Breed’s boots, which were pretty
damn hot, and found his hand waiting. I kissed the back and put it to
my forehead. I was waiting for him to respond, but he was quiet
for a moment, then slowly fell to his knees in front of me, gently
placed his hand under my face, raised my chin to look directly into my
eyes, and said from the depths of his soul,
“Pretty, slave,—
please,— kiss me.”
I wasn’t going
to hold back from a man who had the balls to bring himself to my level
and sincerely ask for something he needed. I threw my arms around
his neck and gave him a hot, mouthy kiss. He returned it as he put his
arms around me and gently pulled me closer. He pulled away, looked me
in the eye again and said quietly,
“Thank you!
You’re a beautiful slave. I think you’re a naturally giving man, and I
appreciate your gift. It’s been a long time since I had a slave give so
willingly to me. You have a wonderfully giving Master as well, and I’m
certainly glad for both you have each other.” He got up, helped me up
and hugged me again. He held me at arms length, looked at my face,
turned his head slightly to a tilt, and looked puzzled. “Have we met
before, Beau?” I looked at him closely.
“You look
familiar, but I can’t remember meeting you.” He took my leash and
handed it to Big Jim.
“Thank you, Jim,
he’s a fine looking slave; one to be proud of. Then he smiled wickedly
and joked,
“Give ya’ a
dollar for ‘em.” Master Jim laughed as Breed continued,“I’m only
kidding, Beau, I meant that as a compliment, but I’m kinda backward
when it comes to saying the right things to folks. I never had anyone
teach me proper while I was growing up, and I’ve hurt a lot of people
because I was too dumb to realize. I sure don’t want that to happen no
more. I lost my slave because I was too Goddamn mean to him and
he only wanted to serve and love me. I drove him away, and I’m so
fucking sorry for it. I did the same damn thing to him I had done
to me as a kid. I wouldn’t wish that on anybody; yet, I did it to
him. I’ve been going to a therapist, been in a group, for about a
year and a half now and someday I’m gonna’ try to get me another slave
to love. I wanna’ make damn sure I treat him right and deserve his
love. Another couple years of therapy, I might be ready.”
“Sounds to me
like you’re doing something positive to correct the problem, and maybe,
that’s half the battle. You know what they say,— the longest journey
starts with the first step.” I responded to him. He was listening
closely to my voice as well as my words.
“Damn, Jim, he’s
not only a good looking som’bitch he’s a smart one, too.”
“Thank
you, Master Breed.” I said.
“Just call me
Breed, Beau. You, too, Blaine. I appreciate your respect but I’m gonna’
try to work to earn that title; however, I ain’t ready to give up
having you slaves kiss my boots. It’s about the only thing these days
that gets my dick hard.” Then he laughed heartily. He kept looking at
me and tilting his head one way then the other. He walked closer and
spoke to Jim.
“May I examine
your slave, Jim?” Master Jim simply handed him my leash.
“I really like a
slave on a leash. It sort of finishes them off. You see, Beau,— that
came out wrong. I’m sorry.” I laughed and grabbed him close to me.
“I understood
what you meant, Breed. My Master gave you my leash, and I’m
comfortable with that. You seem like a good hearted man, so examine me,
Sir, I’d be honored.”
“Thank you,
slave,— turn around for me, please.”
“Yes, Sir.” I
turned half-way around and winked to Big Jim. He ran his hand
down my back like he was checking out a fine horse.
“Spread you legs
about three feet and bend at the waist, please.” I did as ordered and
he saw my plug.
“May I feel your
plug, Beau?”
“Certainly,
Breed, you don’t need to ask, my Master has given you permission. I
have no say in the matter.” He gently felt it and pressed on it
lightly a couple of times.
“Damn,— that
thing is huge. It’s in there tight. Looks hot slave. Now, stand up
straight for me, please.” I did as he ordered, “ Now please turn back
to me.” I did. He looked down and became a bit bolder, “I’m going
to examine your cock and balls. I won’t hurt you.” I threw
my hips slightly forward to make them more available to him. He very
gently took my cock and balls in his rough hands and carefully examined
them. He pulled the foreskin all the way back to expose the head
of my cock, and rubbed the exposed head with his rough thumb. I winced.
“Sorry,— I
didn’t realize it would be that sensitive, slave. I’m cut, so I don’t
understand that sort of thing. I just wanted to see if it was
sensitive. I found out, but I didn’t mean to hurt you, I promise.”
“You didn’t hurt
me, Breed, but you found out, it’s sensitive. No harm done.”
“Now,— please,—
give me another kiss.” I kissed him and didn’t hold back. I liked
him. I thought he was a hot little motherfucker. My old
cock started getting hard when he finally pulled away. He saw my
erect dick and got a twinkle in his eye.
“Thanks for the
kiss and the compliment, slave,” He handed my leash back to Big
Jim. “and, thank you, Jim!” He stuck out his hand for Jim to
shake. Jim took his hand.
“You’ve
changed, Breed,— I think you may be developing some manners and
thoughtfulness.” Breed just beamed.
“The way you
handled my slave was a credit to any Master.”
“It certainly
was, Breed.” chimed in Beryl.
“Impressed the
shit out a’ me.” stated Blaine.
The man just
beamed with the praise.
“You get my
vote, too, Breed.”
“Yours was the
one I was hoping for, Beau.” We all laughed at his joke.
“You want a
beer, Breed?” Blaine asked him.
“Anyone else
drinking?”
“We just
finished breakfast. I’ve got some left if you’re hungry.” Blaine
offered.
“That would be
better than drinking this early, Blaine, if you don’t mind.”
“For you,
Breed? Not a problem.” Blaine got busy in the kitchen warming the
left over eggs.
“You need help,
Blaine” I asked.
“You heard what
Dad said, my hero, slave brother!” Blaine set Breed up to eat at
the bar and fixed him a cup of coffee. Beryl walked up behind me and
slipped his huge arms around my waist. He grabbed my cock and
balls again, kissed me gently on the neck, and spoke in a low,
confidential tone of voice.
“I got one new
penny last night, but I’ll give you credit if I don’t collect the other
one today.” I turned to him and kissed him on the
cheek.
“I’d appreciate
it, Dad, if you’d charge me interest at a compound
rate." He just broke up laughing.
“You’re a
wicked, slave-boy, Beau, you know that turns this old man on when you
talk shit like that.”
“God, I hope so.
At least I’m a slave who knows how to spend his pennies.” I said in
resignation. He laughed again.
“If I ask my
buddy, Big Jim, real nice, you think he would give you permission to
ride me the way you rode him last night and let Blaine watch. Watching
you ride Big Jim got me so damn hot I almost came. Blaine thought
it was pretty damn hot, too. It looked like something I would really
enjoy, and if’n Blaine could get some idea what you were doing, I could
start training him to get me off that way. It’s time my old, muley
slave learned a new trick to pleasure his old man. I need to start
using his ass more. I love his little cunt, but I do miss fucking his
ass. If I let him go too long without punching his hole it takes
him a while to work back up to taking all of me. Maybe a plug
might help, what’dya’ think, Darlin’?”
“I think its
helped me, Dad. I’ve gotten so use to it, it’s part of me now but you
never get so use to it, it isn’t a constant reminder of who put it
there and why. You’d think I’d resent having to wear something like
that all the time, but I don’t. I even tried cheating one night when I
was going out and had to go home and put it back in, I felt so
empty. I don’t think my Master even understands how much I love
him for making me wear it. Does that sound warped, Dad?”
“Fuck no,— look
how long its taken me to convince Blaine his only purpose in life is to
serve me. He was never gonna’ submit to me totally. He knew from
the first night, once I took him, there was no turning back. If
he submitted to me that night he would forever be my slave. I
wouldn’t hear or tolerate any excuses. I wouldn’t take no for an
answer. He had to make damn sure the intensity of my passion for
him was something he wanted. Then he said the two magic words.”
“What’s that,
Dad?”
“Fuck me.” I
laughed at Beryl’s magic words.
“Blaine was
never mean spirited. He could be an ornery motherfucker when he wanted
to be, but never with me. I knew he loved me ‘cause he’d never
stray far. He was just mischievous. He wanted his cake and eat mine,
too. I knew I had to do something radical to convince him how
seriously important his being my slave was to me and ultimately to him.
Once he was on that operating table in Tijuana his greatest fear wasn’t
losing everything, it was whether I was gonna’ still want him as my
slave. Once I assured him that was why he was on the operating
table he looked at the two Mexican doctors and told them, ‘Make me the
finest pussy you can for my old man and make it big.' Then he passed
out from the shot they gave him.
When he woke he
had a cunt. Nice one too,— big,— deep. He never once agonized over the
change. In fact the first time I used it, he came after about
five minutes. Told me he’d never had an orgasm like that in his
life. We’re still close friends with the two, good looking
Mexican surgeons. We stay with them when we go to Tijuana. They
fuck Blaine every time we go down.”
“My Master has
already ordered me to give you or Blaine any pleasure you might ask of
me as long as he gets to watch.”
“Oh, fuck,
that’s no problem for either of us. Blaine and I talked it over, and if
you guys come out again, we’d love to watch Jim work you over. That man
fucks like a wild animal.” I blushed and smiled knowingly at his
comments.
“Why do you
think I gave him the name Babe the giant blue ox!”
“Paul Bunyan’s
ox?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Shit, it all
fits. Now I see the different names are all one. Clever, Little
Beaver.” He patted me on the butt.
“I wouldn’t do
that, Master, if you’re wearing jewelry.”
“Why’s that,
Son?”
“You might lose
it in the vacuum.” He threw back his head in laughter.
“Beau, you’re so
damn wicked, I love you boy.”
“I know I love
the both of you all ready. No one has ever treated me with
greater kindness and hospitality and, on top of that, I got ‘me’
ticket punched by a fourteen incher to boot. One new penny bought me
one Hell of a lot of dick.”
“Oh, God, you’re
bad.” He roared with laughter. “I’m gonna’ ask your old man if I
can turn you over my knee and spank that ass of your’s until I get it
all nice and warm and red. Just ripe for eatn.’
“Hell, Dad, you
don’t have to asked, he’s already given you permission through
me. You feel like doing it, just do it, but I gotta’ warn ya.’”
“How’s that,
slave?”
“The third or
fourth swat from your big paw I’ll come all over you. I make a mess,
but I’d sure as Hell love to be made to lick it off you.” My cock was
getting rock hard in the old man’s paw. “Now look what you’ve done to
me, Dad, aren’t you ashamed to do that to a defenseless, inexperienced
slave-boy?” He laughed even harder and Breed was watching
enthralled.
“Sweet Jesus,
what’d I do to deserve this? Two man slaves who can wrap this poor old
Master around their fingers. Inexperienced, you might be, defenseless
you ain’t.” He couldn’t stop laughing. “Woah, child, I thought my
boy could talk some shit, but I think you got him beat.” We both
laughed.
“I’m... NOT...
blowing... smoke... up your ass, Dad.” I said emphatically.
Master Jeb punished me yesterday for coming when he ordered me not to.
I tried hard not to, but he felt so damn good I couldn’t stop it. He
wasn’t going to punish me, but I begged him so it would help me learn.
He let me pick the paddle and the number of hits. I picked a big
one with holes in it and told him I should have at least twenty hits. I
don’t think he wanted to give me that many but he abided by my
wishes. On the seventeenth hit I came on his boot.”
“Damn, Son, that
makes me hot. You know I trained Blaine to come when I use my
whip on him. Now he can come after about eight or nine hits from
my bull whip. I’d sure as Hell like to use my whip on that little
sweet ass of yours.”
“Don’t ask,— do
it, I’ll just tell my Master it would bring you pleasure to whip my
ass. Done! He’d just tell me to make him proud. I know him that
well by now. Please, Dad, don’t ever tell me I’m bad again. Look
what you’ve done to me.” Old swinger was straight eight and
saluting. He looked and stroked my hard dick with his massive paw and
roared with laughter.
“You know, Beau,
I think we’re both bad. I won’t change if you promise not to. Shit, I
gotta’ have some reason to whup your little butt.”
“Deal, Dad.”
I noticed Breed
kept looking at me and Beryl fascinated with our banter. I could
see something running through his mind. He’d smile at me, and
I’d nod back as I was talking softly to Big Beryl. He sure took
notice when old swinger got hard. He got this shit eating grin on his
face that implied some very nasty thoughts. My kinda’ man. Breed
finished and Blaine took his plate to clean.
“That was great
Blaine, thanks! Why’d ju’ call Beau ‘Hero’ a while ago, Blaine?
Did he get a cat out of a tree?” We all laughed.
“Something like
that, Breed.” I told him laughing.
“I’m not gonna’
shine Breed on, Beau, what I just witnessed a minute ago impressed the
Hell out a’ me. You’re changing, Breed, and I for one, have a much
better opinion of you than I used to. With that you deserve more
respect from me. You deserve the truth, Breed. Beau and I have
known each other about twelve years. He only came back into my
life again last night,— after what, Beau,— eight, nine
years?" I nodded in agreement, "You know I walk with a limp. This
man saved my life in Nam. He not only cut me out of a bamboo holding
cage the VC had me in, he carried me on his back forty-two miles
through enemy territory to safety. He saved six other guys at the same
time. You remember little Wes, Master Earl’s slave. He cut
him out of one of those cages, too. I was his ranking officer but he
got me back safely. He was a non-com Navy corpsman and didn’t know how
to shoot a gun. He was awarded seven Purple Hearts and the Bronze
Star for heroism.” Breed looked at me with glazed eyes as if looking at
a far away place.
“I was over
there in that stinking, Hell hole. Damn,— that fuck'n place stunk
all the time. I got shot pretty bad at ‘Ply Mae.’ There was a
corpsman who took his time to patch me up in the field. Three other
corpsmen passed over me. Told me I was too wounded to help. ‘Best
if we let him die.’ I heard them say to each other. I was still
conscious, I could hear them. I was scared out of my wits. There were
other men less wounded than me they felt they’d have a better chance of
saving. One even told me that as he was patching up my buddy.
‘Sorry man, we only have so much time, and we have to work as fast as
we can to save those who have a better chance.’ I could only lay
there weeping knowing I was going to die. I was lying there with my
guts on the ground.
Suddenly, there
was this good looking man beside me, pulled on a pair of surgical
gloves, began picking leaves and twigs out of my guts, told me to
turn my head an not look, gently shoveled my guts back inside my
abdomen and taped me up. He shot me up on morphine ‘til I didn’t give a
damn whether I lived or died. He lit me a joint of killer weed. By the
time he got through with me my head was so fucked I didn't care what he
did with me. This guy was really good and the docs said if he hadn’t
taken the time to do what he did, I’d be dead. He cared enough to stop
and help me when the others wrote me off. I owe the son of a
bitch my life, and I don't even know who he was. He stayed with me ‘til
the last e-vacs got there. All the other corpsmen left on the first or
second e-vacs and left the guys there bandaged. He never left me
or the others.
He calmed me,
lit cigarettes for me, gave me another joint to smoke, held me in his
arms, even kissed me on my neck for comfort like it was the most
natural thing in the world for him to do. I wasn’t gay at the time, but
I love that man to this day for his forwardness. Perhaps he knew I
needed some love from someone, and he was the only person who would or
could give it to me. He was man enough to defy straight/gay bullshit
convention and give me what I needed at that moment. God, I love
that man for that! He swore to me I was gonna’ make it. Said he’d seen
much worse than me pull through. Someone told me later he had
several medals but threw away the last four purple hearts. The
only name I knew they called him was Ber’Rabbit. You know,— like in
that Disney movie.”
Blaine knew my
nickname, and watched me closely. He saw me turn pale white as
all the blood rushed from my head and things began to go dark.
Blaine ran to catch me.
“Steady, Beau,
hold on to me, bro. Hold on, Beau.” Big Beryl had hold of
me from the back and felt my knees buckle. He held me tight to
support me. I put my arms around Blaine and started sobbing
uncontrollably with Blaine and Beryl for support.
“Oh God,—
no,— did I say something wrong, Blaine?”
“This slave you
just examined is your Ber’Rabbit, Breed.”
“Oh, God in
heaven, what have I done?” cried Breed in pain and anguish,
as his legs began to go out from under him. Big Jim jumped to catch
Breed and lowered him to the floor. Beryl was right there with Blaine
and me with his big arms around both of us as Blaine lost it, too. I
heard Big Jim’s voice.
“Beau,— Blaine,—
hold this man he needs you. You need each other right now.” We went to
Breed who was curled up against Big Jim’s chest in a fetal position,
put our arms around him and pulled him to us. The three of us let the
pain, the hurt, the confusion, the stupidity, the anger, the
frustration, the waste of it all come out. Big Beryl and Master Jim had
their arms around all three of us. We remained that way for some time
crying, wailing, rocking back and forth with each other until our guts
hurt and our tear ducts became painful. All became quite for a
long minute. I started laughing. Breed started laughing at me and
Blaine laughed at both of us. We’d made the transition from depression
to a manic state, slightly embarrassed at our inability to control our
emotions.
“Oh, God,” I
cried “will we never heal? What must our Masters think of us? Look at
us,— we’re a mess. God, Breed, you were right, bro, you
knew me from somewhere, but you couldn’t quite figure it out. Your name
is Breedlove.” He lit up like a pinball machine that just went ‘Tilt.’
“You remembered
my name?”
“Yeah, Jimmy
Mack Breedlove, from Cut’n Chute, Texas. How could I forget a
name like that?” Breed hugged and kissed me again.
“Beau, I
was so Goddamn scared that day. Scared I was gonna’ die. I
was so scared of dying. I had my nineteenth birthday two days
before. My life was fucking over at nineteen. It wasn’t
fair. I didn’t do anything to deserve dying in that stinking rice
patty. I saw my guts spilled out all over the ground, you came
along, lit me a cigarette and told me not to watch while you scooped my
guts back intoy belly with your hands.” Tears were running down Breed’s
face.
“You bound me
and shot me up with morphine. The pain went away but the fear
didn’t. You stayed there when the rest of the corpsmen went out
on the first or second e-vacs. You stayed there with me, assuring
me I wasn’t gonna’ die, ‘til they came back. You stayed with me the
whole time. You could’ve been killed. You lit more cigarettes for
me, a joint, told me you wouldn’t leave me, and you didn’t ‘til the
Hewey took us both. Look! He raised his shirt, I saw the massive
scars, and remembered all too vividly how it looked back then,
when I literally shoveled his guts back into him and picked the leaves
and twigs out of his intestines with my fingers. I touched his
scars, and it all came rushing back to me as if it were yesterday.
My head fell
into his lap, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, my body started
dry heaving and spasming, as he gently stroked my head and
kissed me.
“I owe you my
fucking life, Beau. I wouldn’t have lived if you left me. You knew
that, too. Even after you bandaged me you kept telling me to
fight. Fuck Nam! Fuck everything, just fight for my damn
life. You told me I could make it, but I had to want to make it.
You told me I had to want to live. You couldn’t do it for me. I
wanted to fight. God knows I wanted to, but laying there in your
arms, looking up into your handsome face, I began to see you as a
guardian angel. I suddenly never felt more safe in my life. It
was at that moment I knew I was going to make it, and I started
fighting. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of that over
the years of laying in your arms feeling safe. You were going to see to
it, if I wanted to bad enough, I was gonna' live. I was so afraid, I
would've given up if you hadn’t kept badgering me. You didn’t
give up. You damn sure weren’t gonna’ let me give up.
You kept
slapping my face to keep me awake. I wanted to kiss you,
then kill you, then you’d make me laugh, and I’d wanna’ kiss you
again. You were so Goddamn cock-sure of yourself, and I thought, ‘Well,
Hell, he’s a medic, he must know what he’s doing.” Breed started
crying again and his tears were like hot rain on my face. I reached up,
put my arm around his neck, and pulled him down to me. He leaned over
and gently kissed me on the forehead. “Thanks for saving my life,
Beau.” he whispered. “I tried to send you a letter to thank you. I sent
it to Ber’Rabbit ‘cause nobody knew your real name. Everybody
knew Ber’Rabbit so I thought it might get to you.”
“I got it,
Jimmy,— return address Cut’n Chute, Texas. I just never wrote back
‘cause by that time I was so burned out, I was on drugs most of the
time. I was over there almost seven fucking years. God,
what do we do now? My first response would be to say for
the three of us to get drunk.”
“No!” said
Breed, “That doesn’t help. It only makes me mean spirited and
angry. Sometimes, I don’t even know what the Hell I’m angry about. I
use to beat the shit out of my beautiful slave I loved so fucking much
when I drank. I’d ask myself,— Beryl and Blaine would ask me,— if
you truly love the kid how can you do this to him? I couldn’t give them
an answer then and I can’t now. I just wish I could let him know
it wasn’t his fault. He was the best slave any man could hope
for, and he worshiped me. He loved me unconditionally. I let it all
slip away because of the uncontrollable rage. The anger, the
crippling anger,..but.... at what? My beautiful slave boy finally had
enough. I scared him to death. He ran away. I can’t blame
him. I’ve tried to run away from me, too. I look back now,
and I could've killed him I was so uncontrolled.”
“After what you
went through I don’t wonder. Goddamn, Jimmy,— you saw your fucking guts
laying on the ground for cries sake. A stranger comes along and
slaps ‘em back inside you, the army gives you a pat on the butt, sends
you back into the huddle, and you wonder why you’re angry? You come out
of something like that, horrors you see, day in and day out, you live
it, you taste it, you smell it, until it chokes the life out of you,
then they expect you to come back and pick up your fucking life like
nothing ever happened!” I said.
“Yeah, good
fucking luck, buddy.” Blaine added.
“You know, Beau,
you’re right. Some of my meanness comes from the fact no one
understands or cares what we went through over there. World War
two Vets came home heroes. Korean Vets were heroes. Our
‘police action’ in Nam was a waste, and we were the returning clowns
who were stupid enough to be sold a bill of goods about drawing a line
in the sand to stop Communism. We thought we were fighting for
our country. Hell, we weren’t fighting for our country. We were
fighting for the fat cats who controlled the tungsten mines. We
weren’t returning heroes, we were shit. Less than shit when we
came back. I guess I still feel that way.”
“Me, too,
Jimmy!” I said.
“Yeah, me,
too!” said Blaine; although, I’ve been a little luckier than you
guys. I have a Master who listens endlessly and patiently to me
for hours about what we went through, and when my anger comes out he
kicks my butt up between my shoulder blades. I think he thinks all my
talk about loving him is just so much shit, ‘cause I’ll admit as much
comes out my mouth as my ass, but I’d probably be dead if’n it weren’t
for him. He has a hard time understanding my self destructive
anger, but it’s always there, lurking in the background.”
“We apologize,
Masters, for our emotional collapse.” Blaine told Big Jim
and Beryl.
“Hell,— you and
I weren’t this bad yesterday, were we, Blaine,— honey?” I added
for humor. I winked at Big Beryl who laughed, too. “I guess it has to
do with the moment. Breed struck a knife in my gut when he said
my nickname. I was the only corpsman in Nam they called Ber’Rabbit.
Master Jim was holding me now, and I was feeling better.
“You know, of
all the people I helped in Nam it’s not so unusual I should run into
one every so often. The law of averages predicts it. It’s just I
probably don’t recognize most of them. Who would think the three of us
were in a war thousands of miles away at the same time, then sitting
here today together,— but we were, and we are. I’ve probably stood in a
bar somewhere beside some guy I patched up in the field who survived
and unless we spoke of these things we would never know our paths
crossed before. It’s like Jimmy would have gone away and never figured
out where he knew me from. He knew he knew me, I was someone important
to him, but we don’t want to connect things that will bring back
remembered pain. So, he drew a blank. Me, too, but I have a
penchant for names. I can rattle off name after name of men I helped
and as many names of those who died in my arms. Why can’t I forget
them? I won’t ever forget the faces, but I can’t forget the names
either. Just like I couldn’t forget Jimmy Mack Breedlove.”
We were winding
down. We were emotionally exhausted. It was time to move on.
“Somehow, I feel
better.” said Breed.
“So do I.” said
Blaine.
“Yeah, me, too.”
I agreed. “Let’s see if we can’t get together again and talk when we
don’t have two fine men’s love to neglect. I’m sure if we get off
by ourselves they’d understand, or they could join us if they
want. We can set a time limit and say anything. Then when
the time’s up we forget it and go about our lives.”
“I’d like that.”
said Breed.“I think It would help my therapy come along faster.”
“Might take some
of the load off dad and help me reach my goal quicker of becoming his
obedient slave.” said Blaine.
“It sure as Hell
couldn’t hurt me ‘cause I’ve kept this shit inside me to damn long and
it needs to come out.” I said. Then I looked at them all. “Join hands
in a circle with me. You, too, Masters,— Jim and Beryl.” Never
being very religious I remembered an old Indian prayer from my days as
a Boy Scout when I was inducted into the Order of the Arrow, I
paraphrased.
“Oh, Great
Spirit of all men, heal our hearts, give us the wisdom of
the eagle, the courage of the wolf, and the strength of the
bear, to overcome our pain. Amen.”
“Thanks, Beau,
that said it all, and I just hope he’s listening.” said Blaine
“Amen to that,
brother.” said Breed.
“We gotta’ get
our minds off this for right now. Our reuniting should be about
joy of finding each other and surviving. Damn, it’s good to see you
again, Breed. We only knew each other briefly, but I remember your
heart. I know I wasn’t wrong. I remember seeing it beating in there
when I re-stuffed you with straw.” He laughed at my reference to the
‘Wizard of Oz.’ “Underneath all
that baggage you have a good heart. Maybe you need to hear
someone tell you that from time to time. I’ll volunteer for the job.”
Breed got tears in his eyes and hugged me again.
“If I’d trust
anyone in this world to save me, it would be you, Beau. Oh, and by the
way, neither of you will kneel to kiss my boots again.”
“Fuck, why
punish me, Jimmy?” He got a stunned look on his face, thought a minute
then started laughing at me. “I don’t speak for Blaine, but you wear a
hot pair of boots my tongue was made for.” Everyone laughed at me.
“This slave
seconds that.” Blaine held up his hand to vote. Breed just beamed
with joy.
“If it means
that much to both of you, I would be honored and thrilled two men I
don’t deserve to be in the same room with should wish to give me that
respect. I love the both of you very much.”
“Then maybe,
when we kiss your boots you’ll realize we’re doing it out of love and
respect for you,” said Blaine. “and not just because we’re slaves
ordered by our Masters to do it.” I added. “I knew there
was something special about you the minute I walked into the room and
saw you on Big Jim’s leash. Something told me to get to my knees
in front of you; there is something special about this man you can’t
afford to fuck up, so humble your ass to him. It was as if a voice told
me, ‘ he may be Jim’s slave but it doesn’t matter, you must show him
respect, be of gentle, and kind spirit with him.’” Big Beryl put
his arm around Breed and pulled him close.
“We all
witnessed it, Son. We saw it happen. It was real. Blaine and I
looked at each other and shook our heads like, ‘This ain’t the Breed we
know.’ I hope it becomes the Breed we can be proud to know.”
“I sincerely
hope so, too, Beryl.”
“He will.” I
stated, “He’s all ready taken the biggest step on his journey.”
“Yeah, the first
one’s a motherfucker.” stated Breed. We all laughed again.
“Well, in the
spirit of doing something to take our minds off that, can I see a
show of hands,— who’d like their dick sucked?” All hands went up but
Blaine’s. “That was pretty fucking insensitive of me,
wasn’t it Blaine? Oh Hell,— just like Breed,— you know what the Hell I
meant.” Everyone laughed and Blaine hugged me.
“Are you Big
Jim’s full time slave or do you have a job as well?”Jimmy asked me.
“Oh, no, I’m a
slave, but I pull my own weight. I bring my paycheck home every
Friday and hand it to my Master. A slave has no use for
money. I trust my Master to take care of me. I do the same work
you do Breed, I’m a grease monkey.”
“Yeah, but he’s
being promoted foreman of his shop tomorrow morning.” Master Jim
chimed in.
“Damn, what a
coincidence and congratulations, Beau.” Breed said shaking my hand.
“I’m sure glad you two are together. I’ve known and ridden with Big Jim
for a number of years. They don’t make ‘em no finer.”
“Breed, you’ll
probably be seeing us around in the near future. So, there’s no
misunderstanding, Beau’s my slave for right now and for the next three
or four months. I’m keeping him and training him for someone
else, but I can’t tell you who. Not even Beryl or Blaine know for sure.
For right now, his ass is mine.”
“Beau, I mean
this with all the love in my heart, but it will probably come out
wrong.” He turned to Jim, “Jim, if you ever find it in your heart
to share Beau for a while, some evening, I would be a gentleman and do
my damndest to make him feel good.”
“Fuck the
gentleman! Beau needs an animal, but I have to watch with gun and chair
in hand like Clyde Beatty.” Laughed Master Jim.
“You can all
watch. Hell,— Beryl can hold an elephant gun. If you need an
animal, Beau, you’re looking at him. I’d try to show this man the love
I feel in my heart for him any way he needs it.”
“I certainly
will consider it, Breed. Let me think about it.”
“They’ll be no
anger if you say ‘no,’ ‘cause I don’t wanna’ do something stupid to
keep me away from knowing him. He’s important to me. I’m
not sure how I feel, but I know it’s important. My heart can’t
help but feel love and appreciation for you, Beau. You saved my Goddamn
life, brother.”
I put my arms
around him and looked him in the eyes. “You’re important to me, too,
Jimmy. We’ll get to know each other. Hell,— maybe even help each
other, and I can’t help but love you either. You’re one of my children
who made it,— who survived. To tell you the truth, I didn’t give you a
snowballs chance in Hell in the ‘Hewey’ on the way back to the
hospital. I wouldn’t let you go to sleep, remember?
You wanted to go to sleep so bad from the morphine and the weed;
just to escape the horror.
You tried to go
to sleep and I kept slapping your face. 'Wake up Jimmy! You have to
stay awake ‘til we get there. It’s not much further,— stay with
me Jimmy; come on, Jimmy Mack,— wake up!' You’d look at me like
you wanted to kick my ass and I’d tell you, 'That’s right, Jimmy Mack,—
get mad, come on, get really mad, ‘cause if you’re mad at this son of a
bitch, you won’t go to sleep.' Then you’d laugh at me and try to go to
sleep again. If I’d let you, you would've gone into shock, lapsed
into coma, and I don’t know if they could've brought you around.”
I gently kissed him. He was crying again, so was I.
“God, Beau, how
can a man thank you for his life?”
“You just did,
Jimmy.”
Part II ~ Bumpy
Road to Heaven
“In my youth,”
said the sage, “as I’ve
mentioned before,” I kept all of my
bones very supple. With the aid of
this ointment, One Shilling a
box, allow me to sell
you a couple.” Lewis Carroll
“Don’t you and
your slave have a trip to make to the mail box on your Harley, Jim?”
Asked Big Beryl.
“Yeah,— you
still up for it, Beau?” I got a big grin on my face.
“He’s up for
it.” chuckled Blaine, “But, let’s be up front with Breed, Beau.”
“The main
purpose for us coming out here was so my Master could ride me on his
cock on his Harley.” Breed fell out laughing and admitted he did
it many times with his slave-boy. Could he watch?
“Of course!”
said Big Jim. Master Jim led me off into our bedroom on my leash.
He closed the door behind him and led me to the bed. We made it
up earlier and spread a play sheet on top. He lay back on the bed
and pulled me to him with the leash. He cradled me in his arms
and kissed me gently on the forehead.
“Are you all
right, my slave?” He asked in a concerned tone.
“I don’t know,
Master. I think so. I’m emotionally drained but I feel stronger than I
did yesterday. I have a couple more answers. I’m sorry you
had to go through that. I’m feeling a little embarrassed. That
sort of thing leaves you feeling emotionally naked and vulnerable. It’s
important for me to know if you’re disappointed or unhappy with
me. Did I make a fool of myself?”
“You keep
forgetting I was over there, too. I know what you guys are going
through, and believe me, it’s helped me to hear you guys talk.
Beau, you have the ability to let everything out and then quickly
recover, dust yourself off, and say, 'Well, what the Hell are we gonna’
do about it?' I think you helped those two in there as much or
more than you helped yourself. We could see a major breakthrough in
Breed. He could be an obnoxious little asshole most of the time.
He came around you with his hat in his hand. We’ve never seen
Breed be that much of a gentleman with anyone, Master or slave. I truly
believe he sensed you were his savior. I told you earlier about my
suspicions of the Twilight Zone element of what’s been going on with
you, but no more. I’m a believer. Beryl and Blaine couldn’t
get over the change in him. I would've never entertained letting
him be with you for a moment until today. I’m still not sure, but we’ll
discuss it. It’s not something I would order you to do, certainly
if your heart wasn’t in it. Now there may come a time when I want
you to pleasure someone of my choosing, and you’ll have no choice.”
“You know I
would. I would never question an order from you. I’ve been hearing all
this talk about me trusting people. When is someone going to start
trusting me?” Master Jim was quiet for a good while then pulled
me to him and kissed me.
“When you hammer
a nail, you hit it on the head, kid. You’re right, you’ve done
nothing to make me think you would ever consider not obeying me. From
this moment on, I trust you to be my slave. It should be that simple. I
know you trust me to be your Master so why shouldn’t I trust you to be
my slave? When you told Breed you didn’t have any choice in the matter
was a reaffirmation of your trust in me not to put you in a situation
that would harm you, and I missed it at the time. You told him you
trusted your Master to take good care of you. Big men can be dense
sometime, Beau;— especially, this one. I suppose it's better for a big
man to wake up late than never. No more, 'of course in this
situation you’ll have to do this or that...' I simply trust you to be
my slave. You may require correction, but that can be handled then,
agreed?”
“Only a big man
could’ve said what you just said, Master.” I replied and then added,
“No question, I agree. I’m your slave and will be until the day I die.
If I’m lucky,— after that, too.” Then I added, “If you feel I need
correction, I'll never argue or question your decision. If you
need to punish me I'll accept it as necessary to learn to serve you
better.”
“Why the Hell
are we training you? You should be training us.” He
laughed. “You can learn a lot from Jeb and me, but I have the feeling
we’re gonna’ learn a lot from you. Pull on your leathers, boy.
We’re gonna’ go play mail train. I get to be the engineer and you get
to pull the caboose.”
“I hope there’s
a special delivery.”
“There will be,
with your name on it.” We rolled on the bed laughing. “I’ll tuck it
right in your male pouch.” He added laughing.
“Master, I need
to jump in the shower for a minute before I put my leathers on.”
“Sure, here,—
I’ll unlock your collar and take your plug out for you.”
“Thank you,
Sir.” Master Jim unlocked my collar, removed my plug, and I
headed for the shower.
“I’ll be in to
get you in a minute. If you’re dressed before I get back, just wait for
me. I’ll put your collar back on.” He yelled over the shower. My
relationship with Big Jim was growing hourly. I could never have
hoped two weeks ago I would develop a strong bond with him because of
his fear of Jeb and maybe love itself. All I knew was my heart
was a lot lighter, and I was about to fulfill one of my fantasies,
complete with audience. How lucky could a slave get? I had my
leathers on when my Master came back in the room. He attached my
collar and locked it. He reattached the leash.
“I’ll take this
off when we’re on the bike, but Beryl loves to see you in a leash.
Couldn’t talk about anything else while you were in shower. That old
man thinks you put the moon out every night. He and Blaine are
talking about bidding on you. If they pay the deposit required
they get you for a weekend. It depends, of course, on how many people
want to bid and then pay the deposit. They haven’t said anything to
Breed about the family or you being put on the market. I don’t think,
with his reputation, Breed could get into the family in time to qualify
anyway. We just feel it would be better not to say anything to him at
this time. If he continues to improve we certainly won’t deny him the
chance to be a part of our family. Hell, Beryl and me would sponsor him
ourselves. Beryl and Blaine are hoping for great things for him.
Blaine has a totally new attitude toward him. He even asked Breed
if he’d like to stay for a freebie later.”
“Beryl wants to
beat your ass in the worse way, but he’d never hurt you.”
“I am sure of
that. That old man would cut his own dick off first.”
“Pretty sure of
yourself, ain’t ya’, kid?”
“Only with, Dad
Beryl. I’ve fallen in love with him, and I know he loves me.”
“I’ve never see
him taken with anyone like he is with you. Blaine will always be
number one, but you’ve found a special place in the old man’s
heart. You’re making family, kid, I’m proud of you.”
He grabbed me and kissed me.
“Now, hit the
position!” He snapped his fingers. I responded immediately.
“I didn’t teach
you that,— Earl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good for him.”
Master Jim went
to his overnight case and returned with a grease gun attached to an
approximately twelve inch rubber dildo. He unsnapped my ass cover and
slowly inserted it after he spread some on my hole. He was
gentle, and it felt good going in as he slowly worked it all the way up
inside me. Then he pumped it as he withdrew it filling my chute
with lubricant.
“I don’t know
how rough this will be, but I want you to be protected with enough
lubricant so you won’t get hurt. Now, don’t be surprised if Beryl wants
to give you a ride, too. You up to it?”
“As long as I
get to pull your caboose first.”
“Aaaah, you do
know how to make this old man happy.”
“Isn’t that my
job?”
“Of course it
is. Just trying to let you know it’s appreciated.”
“Oh, you don’t
have to do that, Master. Babe let’s me know.”
“Beryl’s
right! You really do need that little ass beat. You’re very
bad.” We both laughed.
Master Jim led
me on his leash to the living room. All eyes were on me as we
walked in the room. The three of them embarrassed me by applauding.
Breed walked over to me to feel my cod piece and threw his arms around
me.
“I can’t make up
my mind whether you’re sexier with leathers on or with nothing
on? Either way, feel this,— ” He gently moved my hand down
to his crotch where I felt a large roaring hard on.
“Breed, that
isn’t a gun in your pocket.” He just laughed.
“Go on, I want
to see this ride to the mail box.” I noticed Big Beryl and Blaine had
their leathers on, too. Master Beryl looked like a Master’s
Master and Big Jim caught me looking at his boots and cod piece.
“Beryl would you
please take his leash and don’t let him loose while I grab a
beer.” Beryl took my leash, I fell to my knees and began to clean
his boots. He kept talking to Blaine, Breed and Jim as I worked on his
boots. He lay back, relaxed as if it were the most natural thing
I could be doing for him. I finished and asked if he was pleased or
should I do them again. He leaned over kissed me on the forehead,
looked down at his boots.
“Damn fine, Son,
now,— slowly turn your head and look at Breed’s crotch.” he whispered.
I did as instructed and started chuckling. Breed had a wet spot
at his crotch the size of a silver dollar. Big Beryl yanked his
chain.
“Uuuh, Breed,
honey,— we have a restroom in there. You don’t have to piss in
your pants.” We all laughed at Breed. He knew Beryl was
kidding. He blushed.
“What the Hell!
That’s fucking hot watching Beau clean your boots.”
“Get chur' ass
over here, Son.” Big Beryl barked at Breed. Breed walked over and
Master Beryl snapped his fingers for me to clean Breed’s boots. I
didn’t hesitate. My mouth was watering to get at his boots since
I first kissed them. Beryl snapped his fingers at Blaine to get on the
other one. Blaine was by me in an instant. We must have
looked like two shoats feeding at a trough. I have to say Blaine put
his heart into it, and Breed was transported to heaven.
“This is too,
fucking much, guys. Can I pull my dick out and play with myself,
Beryl? I’m so fucking hot!”
“You’re with
family, Son, whip it out.” He didn’t have to tell him twice.
Breed had a pretty big dick with a nice, large, clipped head. I
finished his boot, and I heard Master Jim behind me.
“Take him,
slave.” Breed looked surprised as I immediately started running
my tongue over his nice cock and kissing the head. He held it for
me so I could clean it real good, and then, I sucked and cleaned his
balls. I came back to his cock and continued to lick it.
“You have to give him permission to take you, Breed, that’s the way
he’s been trained and won’t until you tell him he can have it.”
“Beautiful
slave, that old dick of mine is so hard for you I can just feel it in
that hot little mouth. Do you want to taste my love, slave?”
“Please, Master
Breed, I want it really bad. It would give me joy to pleasure you, Sir.”
“When it fills
your throat remember it’s ‘cause I love you I’m giving you what you
need. You can have it, slave. Enjoy that big cock of mine.
Make me feel good while I give you what you need.” I was all the way on
it. It took his breath away as I took it all in one lunge and held it
in the back of my throat. My lips were all the way up against his pubs.
I saw a big hand move down Breed's crotch to see how close my lips were
pressed against his belly. It was Big Beryl’s hand.
“I’ll bet that
slave could suck chrome off a bumper hitch.” Big Beryl allowed,
“Feel good, Son?”
“God, yes, Sir!
I haven’t had my cock sucked in a long time and this beautiful
slave is gonna’ get me in nothing flat.” I pulled off and started
sucking him in a good rhythm. I could still feel Blaine down cleaning
Breed’s boots. Breed gently placed a hand behind my head and
acted like a stop for my out stroke. He kept moving it in slowly, and I
knew the length of stroke he liked best by where he held his hand to my
head. I picked up the rhythm, reached my hand up to his ass and gently
shoved one finger in, then two. He felt the third finger enter,
arched his back, and started yelling,
"No fair,
love! No fucking fair, you know what the fuck you’re doing.
Aaauuggghh! Oh, Beau,— my love,— my fucking savior,— you’re
saving my life once more, take it sweet heart, take it from me, take my
love, it’s all I have to give, beautiful slave. Uuhhoogg! Unhh!”
He bent over me and enfolded my head with both his arms, and I felt hot
tears falling on my head again as I slowly swallowed his man load, and
sucked for his last little spurts into my mouth. I held him in me for a
good while enjoying his essence, gently sucking, and cleaning him. Then
Breed fell to his knees again, looked me in the eyes with a big watery
smile on his face and asked softly, “Please,— please, kiss me gentle
slave. I’m so grateful.” We kissed a long and passionate kiss.
“Don’t suck his
soul out, Son!” Big Beryl said laughing. Then Breed moved to
Blaine and ask him for a kiss as well. Blaine didn’t hold
back. I got the feeling Breed was pleased but a little shocked.
“You guys are
really hot. You’ve given me a shot in the arm to work even harder at my
therapy. I want another slave of my own someday. Thank you
Master Jim and Master Beryl for sharing with me. I didn’t mean
for you to consider this afternoon, but I’m,— I'm,— overwhelmed.
He started crying again, we all put our arms around him, and Beryl
spoke for all of us.
“Breed,— when
your friends see you trying to correct some wrongs, they’ll stand by
you through the fires of Hell. Just keep working, Son. We
have faith in you.” We all agreed. I turned to Big Beryl
and asked him, “Master may I do something I’ve been wanting to do since
I got here?”
“Sure, Son, what
is it?”
“May I just show
you, Sir?”
“Sure.” I
slowly moved to his crotch and started cleaning his huge, well filled
cod piece on his leather pants. Licking and cleaning, sucking, poking
his balls through the pouch, kissing, and began to feel the monster
began to grow.
“Watch what this
slave is doing, Blaine. Get down there and watch,— that’s an
order.” Blaine got down with this big grin on his face and
watched, then asked if I minded if he joined me. I put my arm
around him, and he put his around me. He took one side of Big Beryl’s
leather pouch, and I took the other. I thought the old man was
gonna’ come.
“Jim,— call
these suckers off,— I’m about to come, and I wanna’ save it for my
slave’s butt.” Master Jim snapped his fingers at both of
us. Blaine and I started laughing and hugged each other. Beryl
shook his big finger at me.
“Beau, you’re
asking for it, Son!” he said laughing. “You’re gonna’ feel the sting of
my whip yet.”
I looked at
Blaine, winked, and said to Blaine, loud enough for all to hear,
“God, Blaine,—
what does it take? We laughed.
“Come on guys,—
mail run.” Big Beryl said. “Blaine you got that extra pad
for Beau?”
“Yeah, Dad, I’ll
get it.” Blaine left and returned in a minute with two thick,
dark green foam pads about eight inches wide and about a foot long.
“When you sit on Master Jim’s cock there will be a considerable
difference in seat heights, and you’ll end up a little lower on the gas
tank. This is a new space age, highly reactive foam we found one
day in a surplus store in Nevada. Once you get on his cock, slip this
under you and it will raise you to the perfect fuck position. The foam
is so resilient it will give you a great spring return to give your
Master a really good ride. Shall we,— ?” We headed for the bikes.
“I’m gonna’ ride
to the gate with you, but I need to take off and get on home.” Breed
said. We all said our goodbyes to him. He hugged me and
gave me his address and phone number. “Beau, would it be wrong of
me to ask you to promise me you’ll let me see you again? Not for
sex, Beau. I truly need to see you again to let you know I love
and appreciate you. You four are the only family I have. I’ve sealed
myself off from people to avoid hurt and hurting them. I can’t do that
anymore. I need you four to start again. I know you have a
wonderful Master, and may have another, but whoever you end up with,
the both of you are always welcome in my home. Thank you for
sharing yourself with me, then and now.”
“I promise,
Jimmy,— you haven’t seen the last of me.” I kissed him.
“Blaine can I
have a rain check?”
“You got a
freebie coming, Breed. Some afternoon on your way home from work.
Give a call, and I’ll be ready for you. I'll look forward to it.”
“Well, Little
Beaver, this gives the term ‘Mount Up’ new dimensions.” chided Master
Beryl enjoying his joke. I unsnapped my ass patch and knelt by the side
of my Master’s Harley. I used my mouth to make love to his cod piece
and suck on it, chased his balls around, and cleaned it good.
“Okay slave, you
may remove it.” I took a corner in my teeth and pulled it away
from his pants. I carefully folded it and put it in my pocket
along with my ass cover. I straddled the bike in front of my
Master. He was holding Babe who was happy to see my hole. Babe
wanted in me bad, and I didn’t keep him waiting. I sat on him hard to
the base. I’ve had some dick in my day, but I swear, God made
Babe for my ass. I raised slightly and ask Master if he would put
the pad under me. He did, and I sat back down. It was springy, and I
gave a few bounces to test it.
“How’s that feel
to you, Master?”
“Like it ain’t
gonna’ take much to get Babe to spit up your butt.”
“Feels pretty
damn good to me, too.”
“You ready for
your first Master Harley cock ride slave?” teased Big Beryl.
“It’s like a
dream come true, Master. Crank up the beast?” Master started the big
bike, it sputtered and belched to life. We started off behind Beryl,
Blaine and Breed. Blaine was sitting on Beryl’s cock. Master Jim
put his big boots on the forward pegs, and I put mine on the lower side
pegs. We no sooner started out than the fucking began. It was not
as bad as I thought it might be except every now and then we’d hit a
big rock or bump that would really raise me off Babe and gravity would
slam me back to the base. It really wasn’t all that uncomfortable as
the super springy foam acted like a shock absorber for my ass. This had
to be the most perverted, wonderful, delightfully decadent, fuck, I
ever received, and it was starting to feel pretty damn good. I
hollered back to Master Jim,
“Is this feeling
as good to you as it is to me?”
“Oh, Hell, yes!”
was all he could get out. “I don’t know if I’m gonna’ make it to
the damn mail box.” “May I come if I
can’t hold it, Master?”
“Of course,
slave, you’re on holiday today but try'n think about your old
man. It always feels better to him when he can feel your little
ass muscle trying to bite his dick off when you shoot.”
“I won’t shoot
until you tell me too, Master. Oh shit, Master,— you missed a
bump.” He started laughing and that started me laughing.
“Now cut that
out, slave, I’ve gotta’ ride this monster for both of us.”
“Seems like I’m
doing the same thing, Master.” He started laughing again and
swore he was gonna’ tell Beryl to get his whip out when we got
back. I could tell the way Babe felt inside me he was having one
Hell of a ride. We finally got to the gate. I don’t know how
‘cause I almost came three times. I know Master was gritting his
teeth. Somehow, I think he wanted to save it for the return
ride. Breed got off his bike to open the gate for himself to ride
through.
Master Jim and
Beryl turned their bikes around to head back as Breed pulled through
the Gate. Beryl hollered for him to leave it unlocked, and no
sooner got it out, than eighteen Harleys slowed to pull in the
gate. Breed waved and opened the gate for them. They pulled up to
us and had big shit eating smiles on their faces. “Take'n the
slave boys for a little Sunday afternoon Harley-cock ride, guys?”
Master Jim wasn’t the least embarrassed and put his big hands under my
butt to raise me a little so they all could get a good look.
“Woooo, shit,
boys,— looks like an E-ticket ride to me.” They all laughed like
crazy and headed off up the road. Beryl pulled along side Big Jim.
“What timing?”
He laughed.
“Beryl, old
Friend, I’ve had it with this slave. He was so bad riding
down here I couldn’t stop laughing. His little ass really needs
to taste that bull whip of yours.”
“Well, I’ll have
to see for myself just how bad he is to gage the amount to give him.
I’ll have to take him for a short ride myself.”
“Agreed!
You’ll see.” They both laughed. About half the way back we hit a
big bump, and it triggered my Master’s come switch. I felt Babe start
to swell, and I started making serious love to him with my ass. I felt
his flow began, we hit another bump that slammed me back so hard on
Babe I shot three times. Then the giant filled me as I emptied into my
damn cod piece. We pulled up in front of the house. The other bikers
parked and got off their bikes. They all had beers in their hands,
walked over to us, started hugging me and Big Jim like it was nothing
that we were hooked together. Some were straight, some were gay,—
they didn’t give a shit. They’d seen it all.
“Don’t be shy.
Just be my slave, and do what we ordinarily do. You pull off, clean my
cock, and replace my cod piece. Then I think you have another
ride coming.” I raised slowly and heard the whistles and the cat
calls. I thought I’d show them I wasn’t ashamed to ride my
Master’s cock and rode him the length several times slamming my ass
back against him. He grabbed me around my waist knowing what I was up
to, and whispered as he kissed me behind the ear,
“I love you,
Beau, and I trust you to be my slave,— any good Master could.” I
reluctantly pulled off, and hit the ground on my knees. I loving
cleaned Babe to more whistles and cat calls, but not without some
admiration.
“Got yourself a
damn nice looking slave, there, Big Jim. Any man here’d be proud
to ride that ass on his Harley.” Cheers went up. Master got off his
bike and walked me over to Big Beryl’s Bike.
Blaine went into
the house to play host to the bikers, and the ones that wanted to play
Master lined up to be received by him.
“I’m turning you
over to Master Beryl. He wants to give you a ride.”
“Thank you,
Master.” I winked at Big Jim.
“Make me proud,
Son.”
“I will
Sir, I promise.” I was already standing on the running pegs
of Beryl’s bike. His monster was poised at my back door. I noticed all
eyes were on my ass, and I was gonna’ show ‘em how a real slave took a
Master’s cock. I reached back with both hands, spread my cheeks, and
sank to the base of Big Beryl’s cock. Beryl threw his arms around me
tight, kissed me on the neck.
“Woah, I’m
proud of you, Son. That was one Hell of a mount. Listen to
them son’s of bitches.” The bikers were all applauding, whistling
and yelling.
“Good Boy!
Well done, slave! I’m next!”
“Let’s get the
Hell out a’ here, Son. Hang on!” He gunned his bike and we
took off in a different direction than the road to the mail box.
“There’s a
shared road down by the creek bed that’s partially paved. We’ll
ride down there. How’s that feel up there, Son?”
“Like I’m
pregnant with a monster’s baby.”
“Jim was right,
you’re bad today.” Big Beryl’s bike had more rake to it than Big
Jim’s. The giant’s was pretty stock. Beryl had extensions
and ape hangers that allowed him to lay back at almost a forty-five
degree angle. He threw his big boots up on the front pegs and
leaned back. He put one big arm around me and pull me back to him and
held me. Damn,— this was hot. Laying back on a huge man's chest,
his big hairy arm holding me tight, his ample cock up my ass, riding
his big bike, all the while getting the fucking of my young life.
'Don’t get no better’n this, Beau.' I told my self.
“Did you shoot
in Blaine?” I asked him.
“Oh,
Yeah!” he replied then added, “Don’t worry, pretty slave,— Dad
saved some for you.”
“You know what,
Dad?”
“What, pretty
slave?”
“I appreciate
that. I love you, old man.” He held me tighter and shoved his
cock in a little deeper; a little tighter.
“You don’t think
this old man loves you?”
“I’d break my
heart if you didn’t.”
“Your heart
won’t get broken by this old man. Now,— shut up and enjoy the fuck’n
ride.”
“Yes, Master
Beryl, thank you, Sir.”
I don’t know how
long we rode, but the road was more bumpy than the ride to the mail
box. I was getting my a fucked really good, again. I could
tell the way Big Beryl was breathing it was pretty damn good for him,
too. We came to a paved road, Master Beryl pulled onto it, and
took off like a bat out of Hell. It was smooth compared to the
dirt road. Pretty soon we came to another dirt road. He turned onto it
and about a half mile down the road came upon an old abandoned
barn. Big Beryl pulled into it and stopped his engine. We
lay there together and he put both big arms around me.
“Damn,— your
little ass feels hot and you got me all the way in there, Son, on that
first mount. Seems a shame to waste it. Throw your arms up
there over the handlebars and lean over on the gas tank.”
I did as the big
man ordered. I felt him stand and put his feet to the ground on
either side of his bike. He was right at the best height for
fucking my ass from behind. He pulled almost all the way out and
then slammed his dick back into my ass hard. Damn, his huge cock
filled me up. Inserts Beaus
butt plug he retrieves for his saddle bag.
Now pull off,
I’m gonna’ make that pretty little ass of yours just a little hotter.”
Big Beryl hooked my leash to my collar and led me to the center of the
barn. There was a pulley contraption dead center of the barn that was
on an overhead rail. It ran from one end to the other. He pulled the
heavy rope down and began to tie my wrist without saying a word.
He didn’t have to say anything, I knew what he was going to do
and couldn’t wait. Am I getting more perverted? I was actually
looking forward to this. Easy, Beau, you love the old man, he loves
you. He wants to give you this as much as you need and want it
from him. Relax, go with it.
“Master Beryl,
please, before you pull me up...”
“What, slave?”
I fell to my
knees and kissed each of his boots. I was ready.
“Thank you,
Master.”
“We’re both
gonna’ enjoy this, Son. Then I’m gonna’ fuck you ‘til you speak in
tongues.”
“Thank you,
Master, your slave needs it.”
“I could sense
it way down deep. Master Beryl’s gonna’ send you home with an
easy heart knowing there are two men in the desert who love you and if
need be you can run to for sanctuary.” I said no more but tears were
forming in my eyes at his sentiment. The old man was a bit choked up
himself as he raised my hands with the pulley to where I could barely
stand on tip toes. He got some more rope out of his saddle bags
and tied a three foot piece of dowel he found in the barn to separate
my feet. He staked each end of the dowel to the dirt floor so I
couldn’t twist about. When he was satisfied he went to his saddle bags
and got out an eighteen foot, latigo, black snake, bull whip. He
cracked it a few times for effect and came to me.
“Now,
Son,— you really haven’t been, bad, bad. You know that. Do
you want a mouth plug?”
“No, Sir, I
couldn’t count for you, Master.”
“Good enough!
Believe it or not, Son, I’ve come to look upon this as a form of close
bonding and love shared between two men,— a Master and slave.
Only one other man has tasted my whip and you know who that is. You’ll
be number two. Welcome to the family, Son!” He wasted no time as
he undid my leather pants and pulled them down to expose my ass.
He moved behind me and I heard the crack of his whip one more time and
knew the next one was for me. It hit with a sting I can’t describe that
sent me forward. I corrected myself and raised my ass for him.
“One, Sir! Thank
you, Master!”
CRACK!!
“Two, Sir! Thank you, Master!”
CRACK!!
“Three, Sir! Thank you, Master!”
CRACK!!
“Four, Sir! Thank you Master!”
CRACK!!
“Five, Sir! Thank you, Master!” He walked to me to examine his
handiwork and rubbed my fire-hot ass with his huge paw. He grabbed me
around the waist, pulled my ass up, kissed each red welt and licked it
with his tongue.
“Please, Master
Beryl, Dad, don’t stop now. I know a good slave isn’t suppose to
beg. Forgive me Master for begging for more.”
“Shhhhhh.....”he
calmed me as he ran his hands over my back side. He put his free arm
around my waist and pull me tight against the cool, warm feeling of his
leather pants. I could feel his engorged cod piece in the crack of my
ass and pushed my starving hole suggestively against it.
“Steady, slave,
you’ll get all of me in good time but only as a reward.” He
came to my front, held the back of my head in his paw and kissed
me hard. “Beau, my good slave, we need you in our lives,--- Blaine and
me. We’re going to bid on you. Not to piss Earl off but
maybe to have one full weekend with you. Now, don’t fret my slave
you have some more coming from Dad Beryl. He’s gonna’ take good
care of you. I’d kill the son of a bitch who ever truly hurt
you.” I believed him. He returned to his position.
CRACK!!! “Seven,
Sir!! Thank you, Master Beryl!” What was happening to me?
They were not painful any more. I couldn’t wait for the next one.
CRACK!!! “Eight,
Sir!!! Thank you, Master!! That was better!!” (It was harder!)
CRACK!!! “Nine,
Sir!!! Thank you, Master!! Master, hold!! One more and I’ll
come!!”
CRACK!!! I shot
six feet into the air, a the second wave shot four feet and I
yelled at him, “One more!! PLEASE MASTER!!! HARDER!!”
CRACK!!!
“OH, GOD!! OH!! OH!! Sweet Jesus!” I shot the last one three feet into
the air.
He came to me in
a second, kissing me and crying, tears running down his big handsome
face. I hadn't cried ‘til then, and I let out all the emotion of
the weekend on this big wonderful man as he lowered me into his
waiting arms. Arms that loved me, that would guard me
against the seven headed dog at the gates of Hell. We cried together
with him holding me and soothing me. I looked him in the eye.
“Did I please
you, Dad?”
“You have to
ask?” he said looking down at his rock hard monster. It looked
like a damn sea monster. Cecil, the sea sick sea serpent. You had
to be a child of the fifty’s. ‘Time for Beany.’ Hated it,--- loved
Cecil.
“Take me,
Dad,--- on the Harley,--- before my ass cools.”
“Sounds good to
me, think you can take it all?”
“You wouldn’t
cheat me, Dad. You know damn well I can take it all, as hard as you can
give it.” He undid my feet and I pulled up my leather pants. My
asshole was still open on the pants. He led me to the bike and
laid me back on the seat raised my boots to his shoulders and
positioned himself.
“I’ll be gentle,
Son.”
“Please, Dad,—
remember what my Master told you.”
“You’re trained
that way. Take a deep breath, Son.” I did and he was in me. I
felt no pain,— no spasms,— just full. I expected the damn thing
to stick out my mouth. That old man fucked me ‘til I thought I was
going to start babbling in tongues. Man, what a fuck! He
didn’t spare the hard ride either, he had an open invitation and he
came to the party ready to ride. He was an expert at riding a Harley
and he was just as accomplished at riding a slave-boy’s ass.
Every time I felt him about to climb the hill I stopped him.
“Not yet,
Master! Oh, God, not yet! Please fuck me some more.” He would smile,
shake his head and start building up again. After about the third
time he yelled to me he couldn’t hold back,--- I was about to get it.
“May I get
mine, Master?”
“Get it now,
slave, so I can feel that little ass try'n bite my dick off.” I
shot. He fucked harder. I shot again. He fucked
me harder. I shot the last bit I had. He was on his way
home.
“Master, give
this slave what he needs. Your good, sweet man juice, your seed
deep inside my worthless butt. AAArrrrrgggg!!!" He peaked and
shot deep into my ass, deeper that any man ever shot into me. Master
Beryl continued to ram against my tonsils until he unloaded his last
for the day. Then the old man gently lay on top of me and held
me. Still impaled on Cecil, I put my arms around him and held him.
“Oh, thank you,
Dad! Thank you for that good fucking. God, I love you and
Blaine, Dad. Thank you so much for the perfect ending to a great
day.” I waited for a reply and felt wet on my chest. The
old man was crying softly against me. I said nothing more. I just
petted him and kissed his head. We lay that way for sometime
enjoying being locked together. Finally he raised up, turned his
head to me and kissed me long and deep. I never wanted him to withdraw.
I would have worn him everywhere as an older conjoined twin brother who
was joined to me through my butt with his fourteen inch dick attached
to my soul. Doctors say separation would kill the younger twin.
It damn near did. Talk about postpartum depression. I cleaned
Master Beryl and cleaned out my cod piece with paper towels he had in
his saddle bags. We were ready to go back. I knew as long
as I lived I would treasure that afternoon with this old man. I put my
head on his big chest and thanked him for every thing. He put his big
arms around me.
“Son,— I’ve
heard about the wonderful Beau James for a number of years. I
thought, ‘Yeah, yeah, so he’s Blaine’s hero. We all need heroes.
Well, you have another believer in your pocket. Now,— you’re more
than just a hero,— you’re family!”
“That’s all I
ever wanted, Dad.”
“Several men
call me 'dad' but you and Blaine are two of only three men who have the
right. The other is the cowboy in Tucson. He's one of my boys.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“You’ve more
than earned it, Son, now, let’s get back. They should be a rowdy
bunch by now. Just follow my lead and I’ll tell you what to do.”
We got back on
his bike. I was going to get behind and he motioned for me to get
in front where I was and had my foam pad for me to sit on; no
cock up my butt this time. We rode back with him holding me against his
huge chest. I was in heaven. The sun was low in the afternoon sky
and the critters were coming to the road for warmth. A
coyote, quail of several varieties, a road runner, snakes,
all coming for the warmth held by the black top. The rocks and colors
of the desert this time of afternoon are a treasure to behold.
Anyone who has ever lived in the desert becomes addicted to the
silence, the space, voices on the wind, there did you see it, one
falling most star to disappear, the feeling that the soul goes on
forever because the desert goes on forever. As hot as the desert gets
there are moments when it can reveal its secrets to you; like two days
after a huge spring rain. The desert floor blooms with a riot of
colors no artist could ever capture, and goes on and on as far as the
eye can see.
Life teems in
small pools within rocks that breed, live, and die in days.
Nature’s promise of new life, of hope for the future, for
whatever reason we are here, one of those reasons must be love.
To give it, to receive it, to share it. All around you it screams
at you, 'It is meet and right so to do. Whatever form it takes,— love
is love. What man may deny it, is himself, not a man. I’m drunk with
love. If sex be the fruit of love, fuck on. Cirrus clouds expanded my
mind as I lay against giant number two being rocked gently by the
motion and vibration of his huge machine. His one enormous arm
held me tight against his massive chest. Once again I tell myself,
'Don’t get much better’n this, Beau.' I could feel his goodness
holding me, surrounding me, bathing me, washing over me in a baptism of
mutual bonding, a quiet sense of devotion, of love. A thought come to
my mind: Is it possible,— the hugest whole of all creation may be
less incalculable than a single kiss? Pacem in terris,— goodwill toward
men.
End Chapter 12 ~
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