Part
I ~ Clan Mc
Innis “In
olden times
my Master did battle with the highland tribes, his
strong and
fearless slave fought fiercely by his side, the
victory
theirs, his Master bought him pretty ribbons to
lemniscate
his bright red beard and light green eyes. No
spoils of
victory does the warrior slave have longings for, his
hard fought
prize lies warm between his noble master’s thighs” From: Canto 40 ~
Slave’s Song ~ W. D.
Dux ~ Posthumous
I didn’t want my
ride with Big Beryl to end. I felt like a five year old boy being
taken for a ride on his daddy’s big hog. His huge bear-like arm
was
wrapped around me to make sure his little boy didn’t fall off.
Never mind he tweaked my tits from time to time. A daddy has that
right. This old man could’ve tweaked anything I had, and I
would’ve begged for seconds. I thought about what Master Jeb told
me: sometimes, the truest members of your family aren’t born under the
same roof as you. I understood what he meant. He was right.This man, and my
slave brother, in a short period of time have been to the gates of hell
and back with me. They looked into my soul and found it
fair. I was accepted as worthy. They offered me
family. I couldn’t refuse. Who wouldn’t want a brother with
a cunt and a dad with a fourteen inch cock? We pulled up and Big
Jim came out to greet us followed by a mob of bikers who were in randy
spirits. I noticed four or five nude men with dog collars.
Blaine himself was naked. They all wanted to know where we were
and what we were up to?Blaine winked at
me and did a questioning movement to me with his hands like he was
pulling a rope on an overhead pulley. I nodded, smiled back, he
smiled knowingly opening his arms as if to welcome me, then blew me a
kiss. Big Beryl once again swept me up into his huge arms and
announced to all, “Okay, I know
you horn dogs are anxious to meet Big Jim’s new slave, but give us a
minute and you will. Jim you want to come with us?”
I had my arms
around Beryl’s bull neck as the big man carried me into the house
amidst whistles and cat calls. He and Big Jim carried me into the
guest bedroom and closed the door. There was a knock on the
door. It was Blaine asking if he could come in. Dad said
‘yes,’ but close the door. Blaine ran to me as dad sat me on my
feet and hugged me.
“Welcome to the
family, little brother. Can I see?” asked Blaine, referring
to my stripes.
“Blaine, give
the lad a chance. Don’t forget your manners, Son.” Big Beryl said
gently. “He has to take his leathers off anyway to be presented to the
family. Beau take your leathers off, and Jim reseat his plug if
you wish. He has a lot to hold in there for a while.
Blaine, help him off with his leathers. Make yourself
useful.” He spun me around and looked at me sternly.
“And as for you
young man. I hope you learned your lesson today.”
“Yes, Sir, I
did, Master Beryl.”
“And what lesson
did you learn, slave?”
“Dear God!
You just had to ask?” Big Jim blurted out laughing.
“That you love
me, Master Beryl.” He was silent for a moment then let out the
biggest whoop of laughter I ever heard. He grabbed me, pulled me
to him, hugged, and kissed me.
“That' right,
that's exactly the lesson you were suppose to learn, Son.” He patted
me on my sore ass and I winced. “Every time you sit down for the next
couple of days you’re gonna’ be reminded of who loves you, and just
how much. Welcome to the family, Son. Help him off with his
leathers, Blaine. Get him some ointment for his stripes, and I’ll
go throw a bone to the dogs. Blaine, come and get me when he’s
ready. Jim you wait here with him.” Blaine was like a
nervous
midwife. I set gently on the bed. Shit, my ass hurt, but it
hurt good. I was proud of how much it hurt. Sick? Not
for me and Blaine.
“Blaine, honey,"
I smiled at him, "how can I be so proud of the way my ass hurts?
And, Blaine, it hurts so damn good.” I had tears in my
eyes. Blaine rolled on the floor laughing with me. Big Jim
was chuckling like a proud papa.
“You should be
proud, little bro. You’re the only other person to taste his whip
besides me. Now, you can call him dad and know you’ve earned the
right. Congratulations, my hero brother.” He hugged and
kissed me on the cheek. He got my boots off, and helped me off
with my leathers. Master Jim stood me up, turned me around and
whistled. Then he spun me back around and kissed me hard.
“Welcome to the
family, slave. You have my full trust to be the slave I need you
to be. I’ll never question your desire to be my slave
again. Hit the position, I’ll reseat your plug, you can meet the
family, and then we have to get on our way back to Mt.
Washington. We have an hour and a half on my bike, and you have
to make up your mind on the way if you want to stay over or leave for
Silverlake.”
I hit the
position and Blaine went to get some ointment. Master inserted my
plug and made sure
it was properly seated. He cleaned me gently and got a warm wash
cloth to wash old swinger and my balls. He rinsed it and gently
wiped my face.
“I washed my
coveralls yesterday morning. So I don’t have to go home.
Master, how could I leave you this evening?” Once again I had
tears in my eyes. He was holding me as Blaine returned to apply
some ointment.
“Five, six,
seven, eight, nine,— nine?”
“I came, Blaine.”
“Oh, here’s
number ten. Oh, and here’s number eleven. Yes, I can see it.”
“Yeah, I begged
him for that one to get the rest out.”
“You came on
number nine?”
“Afraid so, is
that bad?”
“Hell, no,
that’s damn good. You don’t know how many times it took me to
learn to come at all that way. Now I can come at eight, or nine.
Whammo! Saved my ass from being shredded several times. Dad
takes me to the barn every other month or so to remind me who's
boss. As if I didn’t know.” Blaine said looking down
between his legs. We both laughed.
“He made a
believer out a’ me, Blaine, I love your old man.”
“Our old man,
little bro, our old man.”
“Thanks bro, I
guess we really are brothers now.”
“Yeah, but I’m
the brother they should be calling Little Beaver.”
“Blaine, you’re
much badder than I am.” We rolled with each other laughing.
Blaine ran to
get Beryl. He returned in a moment. The mob outside began
to chant.
“Jim/Beau!
Jim/Beau! Jim/Beau!”
I thought they
were chanting ‘Jimbo’ for Big Jim.
“Hear that, Son,
there chanting for you.” Beryl said. I was confused.
“Jim, lead your
slave behind me. Blaine, bring up the rear.”
Away we went
into the room with the hottest men and a number of straight women;
straights, masters, slaves, and independents, all chanting,
“Jim,— Beau!”
I suddenly
understood. I didn’t know what to think. It was the first
time in my life I was ever nude in front of so many people.
It didn’t bother me at all. I was Master Jim’s slave, his chosen
one. I had nothing to fear. He was the only one in the room
I must please, and it pleased him for me to be nude. End of
story. As we came into the room a hush fell over them, they
craned their necks and tip toed behind others to get the best look they
could. Then one person started applauding, then two, then six,
until they were all stomping their boots, yelling, whistling, and
applauding. Big Beryl held up his hand for silence then spoke,
“Ladies, (a
giggle went through the crowd), gentlemen, masters, slaves, I have the
pleasure of presenting to you my brother in our family clan, who will
present to you his slave. His slave is a full member of this
family, Clan Mc Innis, with all the rights and privileges of any slave
within this clan.” The old man grabbed me and spun me around so
everyone could get a good shot at my stripes.
There was many
'aaahs' and 'ooohs' when they saw my shredded ass. Then they clapped,
stomped their boots again, and chanted,
“Beau!
Beau! Beau!”
Big Beryl held
up his hand, turn me back around, put his big arm around me, and pulled
me close.
“This man is to
be afforded your protection from any outsider wishing to do him
harm. Furthermore, he is a member of my inner circle of family
consisting of my slave Blaine, Master Jim, Breed, and now Beau James or
Little Beaver. Any man who harms him, harms me and mine. I
give you, Master Jim.” There was a big applause.
“Thank you,
Master Mc Innis, my brother, Beryl. Friends and family members
may I present to you my new slave for training, Beau.” He snapped
his fingers at me. “Kneel before your new family, slave.”
I did and turned
the palms of my hands outward. Someone started a chant in the
back of the room.
“Beau!
Beau! Beau! Beau!”
They got louder
and louder, then broke into yelling and screaming.
“He will now be
happy to meet each of you individually showing masters and straight men
his respect and your slave’s his love.” There wasn’t a man in the
room who didn’t get in line. I’ve never kissed so many hot pair
of boots in my life. I was in boot-slave heaven. Several of
the masters were handsome men and the straight men didn’t hold back
their affections. The hottest kiss I got was from a straight man
who turned to his lady and asked,“You sure we
can’t get one of these?” She gave me an even hotter kiss and
played with my cock until it was hard. “I have no problem with it.” she
said. Everyone saw my rock hard cock, her looking at in her hand,
licking her lips, and roared with laughter.The Masters
would have their slave’s kneel in front of me to hug and kiss me.
One small slave was the prettiest young boy whose master recently had
to have his penis removed for medical reasons and only his balls
remained. His master named him 'Button.' He was as cute as
one. He was barely twenty-one but looked about sixteen. He
was
shy and embarrassed. I kissed him, and held him close for a few
moments. I began to get hard, and he could feel me. I
whispered to him so only he could hear me,
“You’re so
beautiful. Be proud of who and what you are. Be proud of
the good man you serve. He wouldn’t let them remove your
penis if he didn’t love and care about you. You’re very special
to him. I can tell by the way he looks at you. Besides, my
love, he’s got to be one of the most drop dead, good looking men I
ever laid eyes on.” we shared a secret laugh, “You’re a lucky slave-boy
to have that handsome man for a master. Be proud of him and his
love for you.”He went away
walking a little taller with a smile on his face. His Master,
Zack, pulled me aside later and asked what I said to him because his
slave wouldn’t tell him. I told him, I meant him no disrespect,
nor did I wish to offend him, but unless his slave gave me permission
or my master ordered me, I couldn’t tell him. He accepted my
reply.
“Well,— whatever
you told him, here’s my thanks.” He leaned toward me, and the handsome
master kissed me gently on the mouth. I winked at his slave, and
shook my head to communicate I didn’t betray his confidence. He
nodded his understanding and his face lit up with a big smile.
We met
everyone. Blaine and a couple other slaves put out food. We
had a quick bite, and Master Jim sent me in to dress as we
had to leave. I went into the bedroom to put on my leathers, and
Blaine walked in.
“My Master sent
me in to check on you, and help you load Master Jim’s bike.”
“I’m just about
finished Blaine, but while I have you alone for a minute I must tell
you why I wanted to try your cunt.”
“Little brother,
Beau, my hero, don’t you think I know? Don’t you think for a
minute our old man doesn’t know either. Believe me, if you ever
decide to have it done, you won’t regret it. At least, I
haven’t. I really can’t speak for others, but when I have that
old man up inside me rootn’ around ‘til hell won’t have it, I wonder
what I ever wanted a dick for in the first place. I never really
got that much out of fucking women. I just thought if you were a
man that’s what you did. I had a big dick, and they thought I was
good looking. Thank God, dad thought so, too. It became a
challenge to me to see if I could fuck a good looking woman before
anyone else in the crowd had her.I never made it
a secret I was dad’s sex slave, his boy. He never lied to
me. My master told me exactly how it was going to be. There
was no doubt in my mind of his resolve I was going to be his
slave. He overwhelmed me and fascinated me at the same
time. I knew from the first night I ask him to fuck me there was
no turning back. Never really wanted to. The first time I
had that old man inside me, I knew I could never go back.I don’t feel
like a woman if that’s bothering you. I’m not, nor ever will be a
woman, but I do love my little man cunt. The only thing I miss is
jacking off. I have to depend on dad to get me off. That’s
his way of controlling me. You and I both know I need someone to
control me, so it works out. When I’m a bad slave I don’t get
fucked. When I’m good he gives me more sex than I need.
That old
man wakes up horny and goes to bed horny.”
“Kiss me,
brother.” I said to Blaine. He laughed at me.
“Your slave
awaits, Master.” We kissed a good kiss.
“I miss you
already, bro.” Blaine allowed.
“Me, too, love,—
me, too.” I agreed. We carried Master Jim’s bag out a side door
and loaded his bike. We went back in to get Master Jim.
Everyone 'oooed' and 'aaahed' again at me in my leathers. I knelt
in front of Master Jim and lovingly kissed each of his boots to much
more clapping and 'aaawws.' His hand was waiting, I kissed the
back, put it to my forehead, and held it there.
“Come, handsome
slave, come to your master’s arms.” I did and we kissed a long and
passionate kiss. Clapping from the crowd and more 'aawwss.'
“You ready, Son?”
“May I have your
permission to say goodbye to someone special, Master?”
“Certainly?” My
Master replied. I walked over to Master Zack. All eyes in
the room were watching me. I knelt in front of him.
“With your kind
permission, Master Zack, may this slave tell your slave goodbye?”
“We’d be
honored, slave.”
“Thank you,
Sir!” I turned slowly to Button who was kneeling, too.
“Please stand,
little brother. ” He looked at his master who nodded his
okay. I gently kissed where his little penis had been, put my
cheek to his stomach, and hugged him tight.
“Now, kneel down
here with me.” He did without looking at his master. I
spoke softly but loud enough his master could hear.
“Remember what I
told you?”
“I’ll
remember, Master Beau.” 'Awwws,' from the crowd.
“I’m not a
master, little one, I’m a slave just like you. Call me Beau,
Little Beaver or big brother, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, give me a
kiss.” Button kissed me like an angel, a very passionate angel.
“I love you,
Beau.” The crowd went 'aawww,' again.
“I love you,
too, little brother. If you ever need to write me or talk, only
with your master’s permission, he knows where Master Jim lives and how
to contact him. I’m his slave. Now, you be good to your
master and remember what I told you.”
“I will and
thank you, Beau.”
“You’re so
welcome, Button.”
“Thank you,
Master Zack.” I kissed each of his boots. He had his hand
waiting. I kissed it and put it to my forehead.
“Get up here,
slave!” I arose and he put his arms around me with tears in his
eyes. Master Zack hugged and kissed me. “Thank you, Beau, thank
you so much.” I turned to the crowd.
“I wish I had
time to individually wish each of you a good night as my heart would
want, but please forgive this slave and his master this time, we’re
running
late. Thank you for welcoming this slave into your family.
I couldn’t wish for better. Goodbye, goodnight, and may the Great
Spirit walk with each of you, especially you, my love.” I blew a
kiss to Button. They all clapped, waved, and yelled
goodbye. I returned to Master Jim who had tears in his eyes as
did the old man. Beryl and Blaine walked us to the Harley.
I thought the old man was going to lose it. He hugged and kissed
Big Jim, then hugged and kissed me.
“I’m not good at
goodbyes, Beau, especially someone I just welcomed into my
family. You don’t want to see this old man lose it, now, do you?”
“Sweet Jesus,
you
just had to ask again.” said Master Jim rolling his eyes toward heaven.
“Well, yes,” I
said laughing, “I’d like that very much.”
“Give me another
kiss, you asshole.” he barked at me. I fell into the big
man’s arms.
“I love you,
Dad.”
“You know I love
you, Son. Now, you two ride safe, and Jim, give me a call when
you get home, please.”
“We will, good
night.” We rode away into the cool desert night air. I’m
sure it
was the wind that was making the tears form in my eyes, because I was
getting water from Big Jim’s eyes as well.
“You okay,
Master Ox?” I yelled up to him.
“Just a little
sad the weekend’s coming to an end.”
“Yeah, me,
too. I don’t know when I’ve had a better time, but my ass hurts
like a motherfucker.” He started laughing and I laughed,
too. We laughed all the way to the gate.
The ride back to
Mt. Washington was magic. Coming down Kellogg hill before West
Covina you could see the lights of the city for miles. When
you’re on a
bike with the air around you, the lights, the feeling of power and
speed, there’s nothing like it in the world. We made good time
and got back just before eight o’clock. I was exhausted.
All I wanted to do was shower, service my master, and hit the
sack. God, my ass hurt good. I felt every rock on the ride
to the gate and every flaw in the freeway. I thought about
sending a
letter to my State Assemblyman.
Dear Sir, Have you ever
tried to ride on the back of a Harley with an ass that’s just been
freshly shredded by an eighteen foot, blacksnake, bull whip?
Well, let me
tell you, Sir, with the flaws in our freeways it’s not pretty. Your’s truly, Slow Walkn’
Slave.
Master Jeb was
there to greet us. He was not the least concerned we were a bit
late. He told me he found my coveralls in the washer and dried
them for me. I fell to my knees and kissed his boots to thank
him. After he told me to rise he looked me in the eye.
“You’ve gone
through a lot since I last looked into those eyes.”
I hugged my rock
to me.
“You are so
right, Master. You don’t know how fuck’n right you are and please
excuse your slave’s language.”
“That’s all
right, Son. Tell me, do you have new family now?”
How could he
know? I was too tired to figure it out.
“Master Beryl
inducted me into his Clan. Blaine, his slave, is the officer I
carried on my back to safety in Nam, who put me up for the star.
Their friend and outlaw biker, Breed, who mistreated Yoshie was a grunt
whose guts I shoveled back in his belly in Nam and saved his
life. Have I been through a lot? My ass has been shredded
by Master Beryl’s eighteen foot bullwhip, yet I feel so fucking proud,
and it hurts so good I don’t know whether to shit or go blind.
You would have been proud of me, Master, I didn’t come until the ninth
or
tenth stripe of his whip. I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders,
“You tell me, please, Master, do you think that’s a lot?”
He just looked
at me incredulously shaking his head not wanting to laugh because it
sounded so preposterous.
“Go ahead,
laugh, Master, I have been to keep my sanity.” Master Jeb laughed with
me and held me. He had become my foundation.
“Beau, I
don’t worry about your sanity. You’re working it out by leaps and
bounds. Can you hear the echoes of that frightened little butch
bottom who walked in this house over a month ago?”
“Master Jeb, I
don’t even know who that person was; his not wanting to be a slave to
another man. Giving up his independence. What a
laugh.
Being told what to do and when to do it. He’s slowly fading and a
new man, a man-slave is emerging from the cocoon who can’t wait to try
his wings. Even if, by some quirk of fate, Master Earl doesn’t
win the bid, I’ll be the best slave I can be to the master who does buy
me. I’m not afraid.”
“Then, I take it
we can skip the lecture on ‘punishment for punishment’s sake.’” he said
laughing.
“Only if you
weren’t going to demonstrate, Master. If you were then I insist.”
he fell out laughing.
“Beau,
you’re a treasure. Go on, we’ll talk later, my love, go serve
your giant. He probably is feeling a bit down knowing the weekend
is coming to an end.”
“Yes, Sir, he’s
already shared that with me, and thank you for the chance to have
quality time with him. I know you arranged it and gave of
yourself to see it happen. I love you for that, Master, thank
you.”
“Go— on with
you— go!” I knelt and kissed his boots once more before
departing.
“Goodnight,
Master.”
“Goodnight, Son.”
I climbed the
stairs, quietly walked to the Bear’s Den and found Master Jim in his
chair, in the dark, looking out at the city. I knocked softly.
“Come!”
I went to him and knelt to kiss his boots. He let out a big
loving sigh and gave me his hand. I kissed it lovingly and
massaged it with my fingers before putting it to my forehead.
When I did he leaned over and kissed my forehead by my hand and pulled
me into his big lap.
“I know.”
Was all I said.
“I know you do,
love, you feel the same.”
“You’re right, I
do, but come, Master Ox, my giant, my master, my animal, my clansman,
my protector, my brother, my lover, my heart, let your slave
take all that from you for a while and forget we have to part tomorrow
morning. I would do anything for you at this moment to ease your
pain.” I reached up and kissed him gently behind his ear.
“You mean, as
sore as your ass is, you’d ride old Babe to the barn?”
“I’d strap them
spurs on your boots myself Master and tell you not to spare the
horse. By the way, Master, did you call Master Beryl?”
“I just got off
the phone with him. I called while you were in the kitchen with
Jeb.”
“You have no
idea the impression you made on that man. He will be your
champion until the day you die, and then, sing heroic songs about you
afterward. He founded our clan and it’s not easy to get
into. Many have tried and not been accepted. The one’s who
are in the clan are wonderful people. I hope you get a chance to
know them. I know you will. Earl and I both are members of
his clan family, Clan Mc Innis.”
“I could just
kick myself...” Big Jim started.
“We weren’t
gonna’ talk like that. You promised your slave, and he expects
his master to keep his promise.”
“You’re right,
that’s part of trusting me to be your master. It’s when I think
of things, like what you did for that little slave tonight. He
was so fucking scared and embarrassed. You went out of your way
to make him feel like a king. You singled him out to say
goodnight. You were the star of the evening, and yet, you knew he
was hurting. You stopped and shared some of your importance with
him. You let him know you thought he was important. That
did more good than you or I will probably ever know. I know his
master got me aside and couldn’t thank me enough for you.You don’t know
the impression you made on everyone by that small, simple act of
kindness. The way you dealt with his master was equally
impressive. I knew at that moment Jeb was right. It’s
nothing but a compliment to tell you, you’re a natural slave. I
trust you to be my slave and obey any order I give you without
hesitation. I know you’ll obey me. I can take that to the
bank, just as I know when Big Beryl sets himself up you’re gonna’ shove
him off his perch and make him laugh all the way down.
You’re the only
man, master or slave, I’ve ever seen, except the cowboy, get away with
that, and he loves
it. You may get your ass beat regularly, but I’m beginning to
believe you wouldn’t mind that too much. What you did for that
kid, Beau, was the same thing you did for Breed in Nam. You
didn’t pass over him. You stopped to care. You did
something. You saved Breed’s life. I don’t think you
remembered Breed because in your mind you probably wrote him off as
dead. You did your best, but you thought he died. You were
almost shocked he was alive.”
“You’re right,
Master, I was. I truly didn’t think he would live in the chopper
back to the hospital. I did get a letter from him and was glad he
made it, but I never thought I’d ever see him again. There were
hundreds like Breed I saved, Master. Hundreds I didn’t pass over
and was ordered to. I was always in deep shit because I stayed
behind to help just one more. I was too good at what I did for
them to bitch too much; besides, those medals don’t mean shit on the
outside, but while you’re in the service, they open doors you wouldn’t
believe.”
“Knowing you,
you never used them for promotion; just to get them off your back so
you could do your job.”
“That’s about
it, Sir, you know me pretty well by now.”
“Is there anyone
you can remember who you would want to run into?”
“Yes Sir, one,
his name was Johsua Cochran. He gave me something for safe
keeping, and I want to give it back? I’ll show you, Sir.” I left
and went to the place Master Jeb put my box and brought it back with
me. I carefully undid the box and took out another small
rectangular box. I
crawled back up in Master Jim's lap and handed him the box. He
took it, opened it, and removed the contents. A perfectly
rectangular ten inch piece of clear acrylic plastic, two inches, by two
inches, by ten inches. He held it up to the light.
“My God, Beau,
it's the man’s penis?”
“Yes,
Master. He was another wounded man I couldn’t pass up and the
other corpsmen wrote him off for dead. I knew a man can live
without his penis, but you had to stop the bleeding or he would bleed
to death. I shot him up with morphine, lit him a joint of killer
weed, and cauterized the sucker right there in the field. I
picked up his dick and slipped it into the pocket of my field jacket
and thought I’d see if some hot shot surgeon would try'n reattach it
for the poor guy.We were told if
a man got his dick shot off, it was better to let him die by bleeding
to death. All the other corpsmen passed him over. I
couldn’t get him out of the field quick enough to have his penis
reattached, but I did talk to five of the surgeons. They examined
his dick and none of them would try. They said it was off his
body too long. Hell, they could have a least tried. I was
heart sick because, you have to admit, it is a beautiful cock. I
brought it back to camp with me and made love to it that night I was so
frustrated, distraught, and angry.”
“I’m afraid to
ask. What did you do with it— that is— to make love to it?”
“I pulled a
couple of rubbers all the way over it, tied them with a string at
the base. Then I lubed it real good with KY, shoved it all the
way in my ass, then went and screwed the shit out of Wes. I could
feel it creeping further up my ass every time I came but it was on a
string. I could pull it out. I slept with it way up inside
me all night.” I started to cry softly on Master Jim’s chest.
“Now, you know the worst of me, Master. I’m ashamed. I
desecrated the man’s organ, but in my defense, I wanted it to have
someone share love with it even if it was me who had to do it.I had the next
day off, and I was making a monkey pod coffee table you could put
shells and stuff in then pour it solid with acrylic plastic. When
you finished you could see through it like it was glass. I made a
little box and poured his dick in solid plastic to preserve it.
It hasn’t changed a bit from the day I put it in my pocket. See,—
I even engraved his name on it. I tried to find him since I’ve
been back, but haven’t been able to. Master, do you think it
would be too gross to give a man back his penis after all these years?”
“I’d want
it if it were mine, and if you ever do find him I wouldn’t hesitate
telling him the same story you just told me. I'd want to know
someone felt so strongly about me losing my dick he took it and used it
to have sex one last time. What you did and the spirit in which
you did it, was not one of desecration. It was one of love and
homage to the poor man. You bet I’d tell him. If you were
with me, I’d order you to tell him.”
“You can
anyway, Master. If that’s your wish, I know you wouldn’t
order me to do something you didn’t believe was right. Is that
your order for me?”
“I don’t mean to
take advantage of my position but in this case, yes, it very definitely
is my order. That’s how strongly I feel about you being up front
and honest with the guy. He’d probably be thrilled by your story
unless he’s become a hardened asshole. In that case you did your
best to tell him how upset and empathetic you were for his loss.
If you tell him you took his severed cock to six separate surgeons to
try to find one who would even attempt to reattach it, what man could
harbor hatred toward you no matter what you did with his dick? We
can’t ever be one hundred percent sure someone is going to react the
way we hope, but how often has your gut reason and truthfulness steered
you the wrong way.”
“You’re right
about that, Master.” I put Josh’s dick away and changed the
subject. “May I sleep in
your arms tonight, Master?”
“I’m glad you
decided to stay, to sleep in this old man’s arms. He just may
never let you go.”
“Then come, my
giant Master, let your slave undress you and whisper sweet
secrets to Babe. Would you want me to jump in the shower first.”
“Oh no, you got
at least two hefty loads up there. Let’s add another one,
plug your butt so they don’t leak out and you can absorb your good
Masters'
come. I notice your beard is getting really heavy and your
moustache is filling in well. You’ve got a lot more hair on your
chest, too. Several Masters wondered if you were a master and
decided to switch. Little Button just knew you were a
master. He was damn cute but his master shouldn’t have left the
balls; should a’ had ‘em sewn up inside him.”
“I think I
agree, Master. I think it would've been easier for the kid to
adjust. Shit! Would you listen to me? Six weeks ago I
would’ve run the other way and now I’m expressing an opinion on
something I may very well have done to me in the near
future. I just realized, I’m not afraid anymore. I don’t
think I could’ve reached out to Button if I was afraid. In
essence I told him,“I’m not afraid
so you shouldn't be afraid.”
“You’re
absolutely correct, love. If it ever comes to be, do you fear me
taking them?”
“Not a
bit. If you require them, they’re yours. Whatever it would
take to serve you I’m willing to give. I might beg you to
consider a man cunt like Blaine’s. If that was unacceptable then
I wouldn’t question further.”
“Does it bother
you I may have changed my hard line on that subject?”
“Not at all,
Master, I just think you’ve worked through some things and if you found
a slave who willingly provided for your needs you wouldn’t have to
require that of them. I hope I might have had some small role in
that decision; however, what if your slave felt it necessary for him to
prove to you the totality of his commitment to be your slave and give
them to you like Scout did?”
“That, in some
ways, can be an empty gesture as Scout’s was. He knew he was
holding back from me, and he thought that would be the ticket that
would gap the divide between us. I’ll admit it helped but there
was always something missing. It’s vain to compare people and
you’re nothing alike; however, unlike Scout, you have never held
anything back from me from my first night with you. If anything
you give fifty percent more than a hundred percent of yourself to me at
all times. Like right now, your ass has to be dragging and
hurting like hell, yet you’re so concerned for my pain, yours doesn’t
matter. Why would I want your cock and balls to wear around my
neck when you give me more than what I need?”
“As a trophy,
perhaps?”
“With my collar
and leash on you, you on my arm, that’s trophy enough for me, Little
Beaver.”
“Do you really
mean that, Master Ox?”
“With all my
heart, little one,— with all my heart.”
Of course we
kissed. It was one of those moments when your soul pours into
another and becomes one. Something I never thought would happen
between the giant and Little Beaver. A painful alarm rang in my
subconscious; remember your commitment to Master Earl. You will
honor
your commitment to the man who first lay claim to your heart. A
man who had no hesitancy to ask you for a commitment in return. A
man you promised your all to. You will honor that commitment.Give the giant
what you can. You have love enough for both. Just don’t
mislead him that there’s the smallest chance you’ll have a change of
heart about your commitment to Master Earl. You can’t and you
won’t. Not to be spiteful to the giant, you’re not enjoying his
pain, but it’s not your fault. He had a chance, he knows it, he
will have to deal with it. For now, pleasure him as he is today,
your master. He will become more than you expect through your
training. Show him your love. You’re not to be the judge of
him. He will judge himself.
“Come, Master
Ox, let me undress you, rub your back for you. Under your leather
cod piece I can hear a wee small voice of a good friend who’s crying to
himself: ‘Little Beaver forgot about me. He doesn’t love
me any more. He ain’t rode me in a long time.’”
I lifted his
left leg between my legs with the instep of his big boot to my crotch
and clamped my thighs around it. He put his other big boot on my
ass and gently but forcefully pushed until his left boot began to move
off his foot. It came off and while I was enjoying the smells of
it I was clamped on to his right boot being pushed on my ass by his big
foot. With both of them off, he smiled his proud papa smile as
his little boy feasted on the fresh smells of both his boots.My dick got
roaring hard. The smell of my giant’s boots does that to me
every time. I don’t care if I've just been fucked for the
fortieth time and came every time. Put his boot under my nose and
‘Sproing’! Is that being conditioned to sexual response?
Bet your sweet ass it is. I loved it. It was a sure
guarantee I’d be ready for him at a moment’s notice.
I rode Babe
good. Not just a trip around the block. I rode him and made
him climb the hill at least three times until the giant was
ready to ring my neck if I did it to him again. When a giant
threatens bodily harm you know it’s time to ride Babe to the
barn. Poor Babe’s tongue was hanging out when the giant arched in
mid air sending every last drop of his come into me with saliva slung
everywhere as the beast in him lost it. I loved his fucking
beast. I felt the love of my old man in the desert every time I
slammed my ass down hard on old Babe, too. I could feel him
breathing heavily over my shoulder giving me pointers,
“A little harder
right there, longer stroke, 'at’s it, 'at’s it, Son. Now,
take the man home, Son, you’ve worked hard for it, you deserve it,
enjoy it.”
“Thanks,
Dad.” I said quietly.
“You calling me,
Dad, Beau?”
“No, Master, I
was just thanking dad for the tips he was giving me while riding Babe
and for my shredded ass.” Master Jim laughed a funny laugh.
“Yesterday, I
would have said you were yanking my chain. Now, I just think,
‘Well, that was really nice of old Beryl to help out.’” Then he
really laughed. “I told you, you had a convert. I will never
question what comes out of your mouth again. I’ll just think,
'Well, it’s kinda weird, but I’m gonna’ bank it just in case.'”
he reinserted my plug, and we showered together making sweet
love. Since I didn’t come while riding Babe (I was too busy
listening to coach Beryl) The giant made me straddle his big leg
and bounced me, fucking my plug while jacking me off in the stream of
the hot water. It didn’t take long for old swinger to shoot with
his monster paw wrapped tightly around it choking it to death.
Woah,
dogies, bingo, and jackpot all rolled into one.
I crawled into
bed one tired little motherfucker. I’d never had so much emotion,
sex, joy, love, pain, acceptance, giving, receiving, laughter, and
heartache crammed into one twenty-four hour period in my life. I
had become a Mt. Washington Rough Rider, and I was damn proud of
it. Almost as proud as the flesh on my butt. I felt like I
could face anything. Bring on your worst, world, Little Beaver is
ready
for you now. I lay still as my giant gently rubbed ointment on my
proud butt. It felt so good having his massive paw rub my
ass. Then he moved to my back, I remember taking one deep breath
and letting it out slowly. I must have
drifted off to sleep when I felt two massive hairy arms thrown around
me, pull my backside to a hairy monster’s chest and crotch. It
brushed
its hairy face against my neck, probably to sniff me to see if I
smelled edible? Its male member kept sticking out between my
legs. I was in a nether world caught between dreams and
awareness, ‘I hope it’s a good monster.' I thought to myself, 'It
certainly feels comfortable. It’s so damn warm with all that
fur. I wonder if it will just let me sleep next to it for a
while? It may eat me during the night— don’t care— be worth it.”
End of Chapter
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