Part I ~ Giving
Notice
“Clocks can not
tell our time of day, nor reason why
we pass this way!” W. H. Auden~
Master Jim set
his alarm early and Master Jeb set the coffee to be ready for us. I
told Master Jim he didn’t have to get up that early but he
insisted. I took a quick shower, pulled my coveralls on and
headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Master Jeb was already up
and the three of us had coffee together. Master Jeb talked to Sam
again and said I didn’t have to ‘give notice.’ It was all taken
care of as far as Sam was concerned. He said Sam and Yoshie would
be happy to store my bike in their garage,— they have plenty of
room. Master Jeb said that Master Earl called to say ‘Hello’ and asked
how decisions were coming. Big Jim all ready asked if I could relay
Beryl and Blaine’s message to Sam and Master Jeb said ‘Yes.’ He didn’t
see any danger to Yoshie as he knew Beryl and Blaine were good men who
would protect his anonymity.
I wanted to be
early to work to help dad with the assignments so I finished my coffee,
hugged and kissed Master Jeb and asked if I might ride up Wednesday
evening for the night. He seemed thrilled I might want to.
Master Jim walked me to the garage, hugged and kissed me goodbye.
“You really
gonna’ come up Wednesday, Beau?”
“You don’t want
me to?” I looked hurt.
“Are you
kidding? I can’t speak for Jeb, but I know one old man who would
piss his pants he’d be so happy.”
“Promise you
won’t waste it, Master Ox.” He threw back his head in laughter.
“You didn’t
learn anything from that whipping of Beryl’s.”
“I’d settle for
a big hug from my animal.”
“You may have
it, slave, from my heart; ride safe and give us a call. Let
us know how you’re doing. Oh, fuck it, Beau, you know I love you
and it’s unconditional. Take my love with you, be a good slave and be a
better man. Remember me to Earl, my clansman brother, give him my
best, and of course, that will be you. You’ve become the best of me
which only makes me a better man. No two good men ever deserved each
other more then you and Earl. I don’t fear the future. I awoke
last night with you in my arms and knew our love will survive.
What I’m trying to say is, I know how empathetic your heart can be and
not to worry about me. Your love is safe with me.”
“I’ll try Master
Ox. I love you, too. You wouldn’t respect me if didn’t
honor my commitment, and I do love Master Earl with all my heart.
My offer still stands to buy you a slave for a toy. I can’t thank
you enough for the weekend even though my poor ass is a mess.” I
winced. We both laughed.
It was sure
different leaving my giant than it was the first weekend I left.
He gave up fighting against love,and I was glad. I was happy for
him as well as me. I felt so much more comfortable entering
training with this development in our relationship. I hoped slave
training was going to be something I would have fond memories of for
the rest of my life. I was glad my giant was going to be a part of
those memories.
I got to work
early and no sooner turned the corner than the flashing lights of a
police bike pulled me over. Guess who? I wanted to climb off my bike
and jump his bones. He was on his way to work and stopped for a minute
to ask about my weekend.
“I certainly
hope you pulled me over to arrest me, Officer.”
“I should throw
your pretty ass in jail for stealing my heart; however, if you
promise to return it to my place this evening and submit to my
punishment, I think we could forego a blot on your record.”
“I can’t give it
back, Master. It’s permanently locked inside my heart, ut I’ll
gladly give you both for safe keeping.”
“Two for
one? Sounds like a bargain to me. Seems like its been a month
since I’ve made love to my slave.” he said.
“Oh, Hll,
Master, I’m sure it’s been longer than that.” I told him I was now a
full member of Clan Mc Innis and relayed Master Beryl’s message. I told
him about my ass, and I thought he was going to fall off his bike
laughing. “So, you're not
only to be my slave, you are now my clansman brother in the founder’s
circle. I wonder, when I buy you if that will make me privy to
the inner circle by bond?” He laughed.
“The way Big
Beryl and Blaine talk about you, you all ready are, Master Earl.
They think the world of you.”
“I love them,
too. They’ve been rocks to me when I needed someplace to escape.
They allow me to be myself and never push. I’m always welcome to
join in, but never forced or expected to. It’s always my
choice. They’re two wonderful men, and I care for them very
much. I’m glad you met them.” We waved as Sam pulled in the
lot. He smiled real big, parked, and headed over to us to say
‘hello.’
“Earl! Beau!”
Sam shook hands with Earl. “Earl you look good. No, Hell, you look
great! I’d say you’re a Master whose found yourself a
worthy slave.”
“You’re right,
my good friend, and how is Yoshie?”
“He’s just
finishing up Med school at U.S.C. and will enter internship at Queen of
Angles in about six months.”
“You must be
very proud of him. I’m happy for both of you. I’d like to get together
with you two before much longer if you guys can come some weekend for
food and pool. Beau is going to be with me the next two weekends
before he enters training. Let us know, I’d love for Beau to meet
Yoshie.”
“What about this
weekend? Say, Sunday around noon?” Sam inquired.
“Great, we’ll
count on it. Really good to see you again Sam and thanks for your
help with my new boy here.”
“It’s not just
for you. We’re pretty fond of the lad ourselves. We’re glad
you’ll allow him to work after training. We don’t want to lose him. See
ya' Sunday noon.” Sam waved goodbye and walked back toward the lot.
“My best to
Yoshie, Sam.” Master Earl said as he waved goodbye.
“I’ve gotta’
run, Son. Have a good day and come on up after work. I’ll be
waiting. I’ll grab us some takeout. Love you!”
“I’m so glad you
stopped to say, ‘hello.’ See you around five thirty or six. I need to
check my mail and feed puss. Greg has been feeding her all
weekend. I love you, too, Master and can’t wait ‘til this
evening. Your slave is hungry and craves what only you can feed
him.” We both laughed as he rode away. I watched with a
lump in my throat. I didn’t have to take him his heart. He just
rode away with both. I rode in, parked my bike and headed for the
office. Sam handed me the assignment sheets and told me for the
next two weeks they would be my responsibility but dad would help me
until I got off the ground as new foreman. I thought they were
going to wait until I got back, but this made sense. They may as well
start breaking me in.
“I guess Jeb
told you I got you four months leave of absence without pay but your
new job will be held until then.”
“Master Sam, I
can’t thank you enough.” and added “That’s the last time today I’ll
call you that, but I felt like you deserved the respect from me;
certainly the appreciation. I owe you a lot.”
“Nonsense, Beau,
glad to do it. You’re family now. You’ll understand what I
mean a little later.”
“Well I was
inducted into a clan family over the weekend and became an immediate
family member of the clan leader’s circle.”
“Did you take
all fourteen inches of that horny old goat?” he fell out laughing.
“I’m not ashamed
or bragging, but yes, Master Sam, I did.” Sam whistled.
“You’ve got my
respect, kid.” He said chuckling.
“Big Beryl’s
slave is the officer I carried on my back almost forty miles in Nam.
Their friend, Breed, who abused Yoshie, was a grunt whom I
shoveled his guts back into his belly and saved his life. Nothing was
said, don’t worry. They’re very protective of Yoshie. So am I.
Beryl and Blaine sent a message to you for Yoshie. They love him
and are thrilled he’s happy, owned by a good Master, and doing
well. Not to feel bad about not contacting them and don’t contact
them for his sake. They wanted him to know they’re proud they
helped him get away.”
“They’re good
men. Yoshie speaks of them often and has pangs of regret he
hasn’t felt safe enough to get in touch, but that will change in time.
So, young, pretty slave, how’s your ass this morning?”
“Oh God,
Sam! It’s shredded!” Sam fell over his desk laughing.
“I’ve known that
old man for years. Used to ride with him and Blaine. They don’t know
who bought Yoshie. They don’t know it’s someone they know
well. I haven’t been in touch with them since I bought
Yoshie. Thought it best not to.”
“I agree. They
still don’t know. I didn't tell them who my boss was. I
just mentioned I had knowledge of Yoshie and his Master is my boss.
They asked if I’d relay a message.”
“I’ll certainly
tell him. He’ll be thrilled to have word from them. He loves them
very much. By the way, did you say anything to Jake about promotions?”
“No, Sir.
Didn’t think it was my place to.”
“I had a feeling
you wouldn’t. No, Hell,— I knew you wouldn’t. Then it’ll be a
good surprise for him this morning.” Sam no sooner got that out than
dad walked in the shop with a big smile on his face. Dad walked
in Sam’s office and patted me on the butt. I whinced but dad
didn't pick up on it. Sam did, grinned and winked at me.
“How’s my kid
this morning? Howdy, Boss.”
“Hey, Dad, good
to see you. You look bright eyed and bushy tailed.”
“Don’t know
‘bout the bright eyes, but I sure as Hell got a bushy tail.” we laughed.
Sam then
announced his new promotion and the plan until I got back from four
months leave of absence. Dad was stunned for both of us. He
didn’t know who he was happier for him or me. We hugged each other and
he patted me a little lower on the butt to see if I was wearing my
plug. Sam saw him and blew him away.
“It’s there,
Jake, I’ve already checked.” Dad started giggling like a kid who got
caught with his hand in the candy jar. Sam went on, “Just be
careful with it today. The kid had his ass shredded over the
weekend. He became a new member of a biker clan and that’s part
of their initiation. Oh, and by the way, next time, make sure
your boot print is facing the right way, okay?” Sam, walked away
chuckling to himself.
Dad looked
at me quizzically, and I shrugged like I had no idea. Before work
started, dad and I gathered all the mechanics together. Sam announced
the promotions and the new job assignments. I was to become the
shop foreman effective immediately, and dad was to take over Sam’s
job. There were some of the mechanics who were happy about it,
but there are always those who grumble,— like Tom. He had
seniority over me, and he was pissed I was promoted over him. Tough
shit. I wasn’t going to do his work for him like dad did for several
years. Either he pulls his load, or he’s out the door.
I was working in
my bay as the morning wasn't too busy and nobody seemed to need my
help. Dad came around and wanted to know how I was doing.
“Work wise or
personal wise, Dad?”
“Both.”
“Work wise, you
know I can handle it, just like I know you’ll be great at Sam’s
job. Personally, if you’re worried, I still love you as much as
ever. You’re my dad. You always will be and by the way, old man, your
boy is really proud of his dad and his promotion.”
“I’m proud of
you, too, Son, I know damn well you can handle the foreman job. After
all, look who taught you. What I really wanted to hear was the second
part. You know I love you, too, and that’s all I want is to be
your dad. The other’s too complicated for me right now, but when
your dad snaps his fingers, you damn well better do as your old man
says.”
“You old fart,
you know I wouldn’t have it any other way. As long as when you
snap those fingers you point to your boots afterward.” We both had a
good laugh then I continued, “Now, I have Tuesday and Thursday
afternoon after work this week. My place, for a beer? Maybe, a
nice father/son sit down and explain to your kid about the birds and
bees? The very kinky version banned in the bible belt. You
may have one or both afternoons. For me, the sooner the better.
I’ve missed my old man and could use another one of his grand openings.”
“Grand
openings?” he asked laughing.
“Yes, Sir. You
know I’d hire a brass band and charge admission if you’d let me.
Fireworks and the whole Mc Gilla!” He was holding his gut he was
laughing so hard.
“Can I have both
afternoons?”
“Sure.”
“By tomorrow
afternoon I should be ready to fight your cat for its scratching post.”
“Your boy will
be proud to scratch that itch for ya,' Dad.”
Dad walked away
laughing. I knew he’d be back. I went to work and the time
flew. My ass felt so damn good every time I hit the creeper to
crawl under the truck I was working on. I stopped a couple of
times and thought of the old man and my bro in the desert and knew they
were thinking about me, too.
Dad and I had a
great lunch together. He took my bike to Lee’s kitchen and got us
Chinese take out. We got enough for Sam and shared with
him. He was delightfully surprised and seemed to enjoy our
company. Dad surprised me as to how open he was around Sam joking
with me. I played it cool because I didn’t know how much he knew
about Sam and kept kicking him gently behind Sam’s desk.
Sam was a good
sport, but didn’t give dad much to go on. Dad never ask me if I
knew anything, and Sam sensed I was faithful to his position. The
man was too damn good to me to do otherwise. The end of the day came
quicker than I thought it would. Now, to see my Master. I
rushed to the apartment. Puss was sitting on Greg’s front porch
and looked at me like, ‘Thought you’d left town?’ She moseyed over and
decided to come in. I petted her for a minute and asked how she’d
like to live with Greg? She had no comment.
There was no
mail worth reading, I jumped on my bike, and headed for Officer
Earl D. Shaw’s house. The door was open for me as I rode up and
parked my bike. My Master walked out still in his uniform. I hoped it
was for my benefit. It’s the first time he’d kept it on since the first
time I came to his house. My Master, the Cop,— did he look handsome in
his uniform? His eyes are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen on a
man. I still had my dirty coveralls on and asked if I could take them
off there in the car port. He took them, threw them in his
washer, and started it. He noticed I wasn’t wearing my harness
then caught sight of my ass and started laughing.
“Why does
everyone laugh at me when they see my ass?”
“They aren’t
laughing at you. They’re laughing with you and your ability to accept
the rite of passage. We’ve all been there onetime in some way or
another. Come on, pretty slave, in the house with you.” We walked
into the kitchen. I fell to my knees to kiss his wonderful boots.
I saw his hand come down, I kissed it lovingly then put it to my
forehead.
“Come, my good
looking slave, show your hungry Master your love.” I rose,
began to kiss him gently, and he took over from there. Wow, he
wasn’t kidding, he was hungry.
“Master, may I
clean your boots for dessert?”
“Sure, that’s
why I kept my uniform on,— for you. You may as well get use to it.
It’ll be one of your permanent jobs.” I thought to myself, ‘I can live
with that. I wonder if he thinks that’s gonna’ be hard for me to adjust
to. Woo hoo! Never been to Africa but have I got gnu’s for him.’
I helped him dish up dinner. He stopped, bought great Italian
food and I pigged out. We talked about my weekend and his.
I told him everything and the more his listened the stranger the look
on his face.
“Should I not
have told you these things, Master?”
“Oh God, yes,
Beau. I’m sitting here stunned at what’s been happening to you.
What I’ve witnessed happen between us. I seems like someone,
somewhere has a plan. I’m not even going to try'n guess who or
what. All I know is, they dropped us in each other’s laps. I love
you and want to make you my slave for life.”
“The commitments
I made to you are from my heart, Master. They’re the most powerful
feelings I’ve ever had for anyone, and they’re still strong.
Stronger now than ever. I would accept your claim at this moment. You
only have to ask.”
“I know, slave,
it will come to be. We must have faith. Is there someone you will be
leaving behind?” I was silent for a long time.
“I’m not good at
long speeches, Master. I can’t help but love many people.
I’m like everyone else. Some I love more than others. I
don’t think you want me to rate the amount of love I have for any one
person. This isn’t a shuffle to hide my feelings, so if I’m totally
honest with you, remember, you asked me to be. Yes, there’s one
man, my giant, Big Jim. I love him, and when I’m with him I serve him
as my Master. Not only am I expected to because I’m a slave and he is
to be one of my training Master’s, but because I care about him.
I feel the same about Master Jeb and served him this past weekend as
well. I also care deeply about Master Jeb and would go to the wall for
him, but my feelings of love for Master Jim are special. If
circumstances were different and I hadn’t met you, then I might have
become his slave; however, the opportunity didn’t present itself.
Master Jim nor
Master Jeb has asked me for a commitment; however, I know they both
love me. You’re the only person I love who has ever asked a
commitment from me. Last weekend, while I was here I offered you the
total ‘Beau’ package complete with medals. I’d never retract that
offer. You’re the only Master I love enough to make that commitment
to. The commitment to become your complete and total slave. I’ll
gladly, humbly and gratefully sign your contract without clause. All
that, and you all ready have my heart. You rode away with both of ‘em
this morning. I feel safer with you keeping them anyway.”
“I’ll always
keep your heart safe with me, slave. Thanks for being honest. I always
want you to be honest with me, and so far, you have been disarmingly
honest. Big Jim is my brother. I won’t ask you to leave him, Jeb or
your dad behind. Wes had to return ‘home’ to the nest to serve
Jeb from time to time. I could tell when he needed Jeb. Most of the
time I dropped him off or Jeb picked him up for a weekend when I had
something to do I couldn’t include him. He was always more mellow and
focused when he returned from being with Jeb and Jim. He was more
affectionate and appreciative of our relationship. I never pressed him
about the details of his weekend.” “He needed them
separate from me from time to time, and I didn’t need to be a part of
that. So, it will be with you. From time to time, I may have to
leave you with another Master. I know you’re perfectly capable of
taking care of yourself, but that’s not the way I do things. I
certainly trust you to stay here by yourself, this will become your
home, but if you become my slave you’re my responsibility. I
would never leave a pet unattended, and I won’t leave my slave alone
and un-cared for. My first choice, even before this conversation,
would be Big Jim and Jeb or perhaps, Beryl and Blaine. My point is, if
I leave you, as my slave, in their care, I fully expect you to serve
them and serve them well. Your service to them and how well you
serve them is a reflection on your Master. Is that clear to you,
or do you need further information?”
“No, Sir,
Master, that’s very clear. You will be obeyed. I’ll always strive to
make you proud of me.” I said with respect.
“Glad to hear
that, slave, now, kiss your Master.” He kissed me more passionately
than he ever had, and I could feel the love pass between us like two
computers might negotiate a baud rate.
“I plan to
invite Big Jim and Jeb to join us with Sam and Yoshie next Sunday
afternoon. Do you have any thoughts about that?”
“That would be
wonderful. I would love to see them, and I know they both think the
world of you. You should have heard Master Jim singing your
praises to Big Beryl and Blaine. He’s one of your major fans, and
he told me only this morning to be the best man I could be and a better
slave to you, his brother.”
“Good, then I’ll
invite them as planned. I’d enjoy their company as well.” We
cleaned the dining area, and I was hungry for dessert. I kept
sneaking a look at his boots every time I didn’t think he was
looking. God, he was a good looking man. How did I deserve
this? Don’t ever ask yourself that question again. He has found you
fair and worthy to serve him, do so with pride.
“Are you ready
for your dessert, slave?”
“Yes, Master,
please.”
“Let’s go down
to the Dungeon and use my chair. I get the feeling my slave may
be a bit hungry, and this may be a long feeding.”
“Thank you for
thinking of your slave, Master.”
“Nonsense, I get
to relax after a hard day on the bike,— kick back and watch one of the
most handsome slaves I’ve ever laid eyes on, who will eventually become
my property, service and make love to my big boots. When I wear
them tomorrow, I’ll walk a little prouder knowing they were cleaned by
the tongue of the man-slave I love.”
It was indeed a
feast any slave would have reveled in. When he was pleased with my
efforts we returned to his bedroom. He removed my plug, then sent
me to the showers. I returned to find my Master laying on the bed
reading with nothing on his big, hard body. I stood for a moment
looking at him as I finished toweling myself. I didn’t need a voice
within me to remind me of my commitment. That picture will be
permanently etched on my subconscious as a strong reminder why I made
that commitment. To say nothing of the lingering taste of cop boots on
my tongue.
That night my
future owner made hungry, demanding love to his slave. He took me
harder than he ever had before, almost knowing I needed him to confirm
his right to take his slave in a demanding manner. Once again I rode
the Cadillac of fucks. As savage an animal fuck as my giant could be
Master Earl was the most comfortable, but demanding fucks of my life. I
never had any doubt when riding the Cadillac, I would bring him to the
top of the hill, but I would get mine just before the top to make his
all the more pleasurable. He fucked me like a well oiled road machine
that never hit a bump. I swear he even came equipped with automatic
shift. He was so smooth you’d all of a sudden realize you’d gone from a
deep steady ride to overdrive to climb the hill, and never realize when
the shift occurred. We finished and lay hooked together for a while
enjoying the afterglow, talking quietly.
He withdrew, I
cleaned my Master, then went to the bath to finish cleaning
myself. After I finished in the bath, he got into the shower, and
I lay across the bed on my stomach. I heard him return, but didn’t turn
to see him finish toweling himself. I felt him crawl up behind me and
lean over to kiss my stripes.
“I’m going to
leave your plug out tonight in case I want to take you again in the
night. I’m going to get something to put on your ass. It’s
still a bit raw. I’ll have to admit Beryl did a great job.
Turns me on.” He returned and rubbed something gently on my
butt. He was caring and his hands communicated an almost mystic
desire to take my pain away. I don’t know what ointment he used, or
whether it was his hands, but most of the pain went away. He
takes good care of me, I thought. I was content. I lay in his big arms,
my head resting on his rock hard chest thanking him for fucking his
slave so wonderfully, and being generous enough to let his slave come
with him. I told him how much I appreciated him caring for me. I
thanked him for allowing me to clean and service his boots. We talked
quietly for a while, and he asked me if I could return the next
evening, he’d love to have me stay with him as much as I could until
training.
“I left Tuesday
and Thursday open for Dad. If you don’t mind me coming over after
having him over for a beer. That’s not sealed in stone as I never know
dad’s schedule. Now that I’m shop foreman, I may have to work
late if one of the guys gets behind, and we have to get the work
out. More money, more responsibility.”
“I don’t
mind. You’ve come over before after seeing your dad. Kind of
turns me on, if you wanna’ know the truth.”
“Wednesday, I
promised Master Jeb I’d run up for an evening as I won’t get another
chance to see him and Master Jim for sometime. I planned to devote the
final week to you, Master.”
“Sounds good to
me, I’m getting use to rolling over and pulling you close to me.”
“Me too,
Master,— me, too.”
“I have
something to tell you, slave. You stayed with me last Thursday night
and the next night I tried to go to sleep. Your body scent was on
the sheets and kept making me horny. I thought, ‘Well, I’ll jack
off and then I’ll go to sleep.’ I ended up wacking off three times and
still had an erection from your scent. Drove me nuts. I had
to get up and change the damn sheets on the bed so I could get to
sleep.” he roared with laughter at himself. “So, you see, little
one, this old man’s got it bad. I can’t imagine a future without owning
you and sharing my bed with my handsome man-slave.”
“Master Sam said
I had terminal case of the Master/slave love sickness. He said there
was no cure, and I was exhibiting final stages of the disease.”
“He did, huh? Do
you think we both have it? ” Master asked.
“Well, I’m not a
doctor but we both seem to have the symptoms.”
“I’ve heard
there’s a cure.”
“What is it,
Master?”
“The Master has
to make a claim for the slave and the slave has to acknowledge his
claim then they’ll both live.”
“Save me Master,
and your slave will save you.”
“We will, my
love,— we will. The only way to beat this disease is to give into
it.”
I drifted off to
sleep in his arms and woke once to turn over with my back to him.
In his sleep he moved with me as if choreographed and pulled me in
closer to him. I didn’t try to get away. After all, I was becoming his
property. Master Jeb was so right. I was giving up a prison,
bondage of my own making for the freedom of my Master’s arms. A
conundrum? Not in the least. Kristofferson learned something at Oxford
or maybe from the sometime hard found truth’s of life; when
relationships go bad the strength of the original bond might leave you,
‘Longing for the freedom of my chains.’
Part II ~ Big
Badass Bossman Beau
“Take this job
and shove it! I ain’t workin’ here no more!” Johnny Paycheck
The next day was
a mad house at work. Sam and Jake negotiated a new contract with
two large companies to service their trucks, and the volume of work
skyrocketed. What do line workers do when they are threatened by
the work load? They slow down production. The slowest of all was
Tom. I could see by about three o’clock he wasn’t going to finish the
simplest of jobs. At four-thirty he hadn’t finished, and started
to put his tools away. That would mean I’d have to stay and
finish his job if he left.
“Tom, why are
you putting your tools away?”
“It’s
four-thirty, I’m going home.”
“Did you finish
the job I gave you this morning?”
“No, I’ll finish
it tomorrow.”
“Don’t think so,
Tom. Sam promised this truck today. They want it first thing in
the morning. You’re gonna’ have to stay and finish. I’ll stay and help
you get it out.”
“Well, there’s
no sense in both of us staying so you finish it, Golden Boy.”
“I’m not gonna’
pick up after you like Jake did, Tom. You either do your work or
look for another job. It’s as simple as that!”
“You don’t have
the authority to fire me, Gay Boy. So, if you want the truck
finished, I guess you’ll have to do it yourself! I’m going
home! See you tomorrow, Sweetie.”
“You want your
last check now, you sniveling little bastard, or do you want to pick it
up in the morning?” I said quietly.
“Blow it out
your ass, Queer!”
It took Jake,
Sam, and two of the other mechanics to pull me off of him. I tackled
him mid drift, put a knee in his gut, was siting on top pounding his
stupid face. Two black eyes and at least one broken rib. Broke his nose
and blood was everywhere. Scared the little cunt to death. I was
going for his balls when they pulled me off. Surprisingly, I remained
cool, calm, and collected. I’m the most dangerous when I’m focused. I
related to Jake and Sam he hadn’t finished his assignment. I offered to
stay and give him a hand. He absolutely refused, told me to finish it
myself if I wanted it done, then called me golden boy, gay boy and
queer. I wouldn’t tolerate such disrespect from anybody let alone
him. I would quit on the spot if he wasn’t fired immediately. Tom
was yelling and screaming at me holding his bloody nose.
“You fucking
homo, you better not lay another hand on me.”
Sam winked at me
then turned to Tom.
“You’ve got
today on the books. I can have your check in ten minutes or you
can pick it up when you get your tools out of here tomorrow morning.
Either way, if they aren’t out by noon, I’ll personally put them on the
street, Tom.”
“Fuck you, son’s
of bitches! I don’t wanna' work here anymore, anyway.”
“Tom, you never
worked here! You collected a paycheck! I pulled your ass for five
fucking years! Beau’s not gonna’ do that, and I don’t blame
him. Now he has to stay and do your work. Fuck you, you little
creep, get the Hell out of here! This man could have killed you. You
have no idea how lucky you are. He’s an expert in hand to hand combat
you idiot.” Dad was right in his face expressing three years of
frustration. As Tom spun on his heel to walk away I hit him with a
killer.
“By the way,
Tom, I ran into you ex, Stan,— he told me, not only were you a
thief, you were a lousy fuck!” Tom shot me the finger. Sam, Dad,
me and three other mechanics were laughing our butts off. I apologized
to Sam, dad and the other mechanics. They all patted me on the back and
said they were glad to see him go. Every man in the shop had to
bail him out one time or another. Sam got me off to the side to talk to
me alone.
“Would you have
really quit, Beau?” Sam asked sheepishly.
“I wouldn’t have
wanted to, Sam, but I would have. I’ll never allow any man to talk to
me that way. I offered to stay and help him finish. I respect
others, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable to demand at least a
modicum of respect from them. That goes for Masters and slaves,
Sam. I respect both, and I expect a certain amount of respect for
myself. I’ve met a number of Masters and slaves in the family but
never felt the disrespect that man just showed me. That doesn’t mean I
won’t humble myself to any Master. I’ll submit to their will, show ‘em
the respect they’re due, but I’ve yet to find a Master, at least in our
family, who didn’t honor and respect his slave. Look at what Breed did
to Yoshie. That certainly was not showing him the respect he
deserved, even as a human. Hell, Sam, I wouldn’t even tell my cat she
was a bastard ‘cause nobody knows who her father was.”
“I agree with
you, Son, you don’t have to convert me. You’re right! I’m glad
you stood up to him. Jake wouldn’t. He’d rather do Tommy’s work
than confront him. He wasn’t afraid of Tom, he just doesn’t like
confrontations. Damn, Son, all the testosterone being pumped in your
little butt is turning you into a fearless tiger. Way to go,
Beau! Been wanting to get rid of that little bastard for three years.
I’ve tried to get Jake to fire him for the last two.”
“Well, Sam, I’m
sorry, if I still have a job, I’ll stay and get the truck done.”
“Of course you
still have a job. Are you kidding me? If you walked out and I
lost you, your dad would go to pieces. Couldn’t have that, now
could we?” Sam laughed.
“Sam, would you
do me a favor and call my Master and tell him I have to work late. You
need the number?”
“No, I have it.
I’ll be glad to give him a call.”
“Thanks, I’d
appreciate it.”
“No problem,
kid. By the way, loved the nose job you did on that sissy.” Sam
walked away laughing. I rolled my tools over to Tom’s bay and
started working on the truck. All the other mechanics left. Dad came
over and started helping me.
“Dad, you don’t
have to stay, I can get it done.”
“I’m your dad,
right?”
“Right.”
“Shut a’ yu'
mouth, Cara mio!”
“I got the best
fucking dad in the world, and I do mean the best fucking,...!” Thought
the old man was gonna’ come unglued he was laughing so hard. I
enjoy working with dad. We knocked that truck out in an hour, was
at my place with a big Italian salami up my butt in nothing flat.
Fucking Tommy! Calling me a Queer! Is it queer to play
catcher for your old man? Where does that fucking fairy get off calling
me a “homo”? I certainly don't think it's 'queer' to share love
with anyone no matter what form it takes. How can love be
'queer'? I like to think of myself as heterosexually challenged.
Consider Big
Beryl. He’s certainly heterosexually challenged. There’s not a
broad that can take him. Tommy could only wish he got the dick I’ve had
in the last month. I’d like to see him take on Big Beryl. He wouldn’t
even have room for my dad. That’s one job the old man would make damn
sure he finished. Hope some man like Beryl gets him, and he wakes up
some morning in Mexico with a real cunt.
Master Earl was
surprised to see me so soon. He left the door open. I went in and
again found him in uniform; a sight for the sorest of eyes. I
again fell to my knees and kissed his magnificent boots.
“Rise my
fearless slave and show your Master love.” Sam told him about my
altercation with Tom. I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed with me.
“I guess Sam
told you, huh, Master?”
“Yes, Son, he
did.” He laughed a little.
“Are you
disappointed with me, Master?”
“Sam sure as
Hell wasn’t! He couldn’t stop laughing. Could barely get it
out over the phone. He was so proud of you. Said he’d been pushing your
Dad to get rid of Tom for two years. First day you're foreman,—
bamm! Tom’s out the door. Said he couldn’t have picked a
better man for the job. I guess I’m just a little proud of you, too,
squirt.”
“I’m not real
proud of myself, Master. The fucking little hypocrite had it coming. I
know his ex, Stan, and talked to him many times. Tom called me a
queer. I don’t think it’s queer to love your Master.”
“Especially,
if your Master tells you it ain’t.” Master said.
“Then it
ain’t.” I replied laughing.
“Aww, forget
it! I’ll take you to the dungeon after dinner and spank your butt
if it’ll make you feel better.”
“It just might,
Master.” I said with a small grin on my face.
“Be my pleasure,
Son, then Sunday I can tell Sam I properly punished you for fighting.”
“Thank you,
Master, could we skip dinner?” He roared with laughter. “You
break me up, Beau. I haven’t laughed like I do with you in
years. Thanks, kid.”
“Aw shucks,
Master, ain’t nothin.’”
“It is to me,
Son,— it is to me.”
Part III ~ Music
Of The Night
“Softly! Gently!
You can hear it call you,...” Andrew Lloyd
Webber
Tom got his
tools and his final paycheck before noon the next day. He threatened to
sue for his broken nose. Sam told him if he tried, he’d give me his
address. Tom turned ghost white and left. The week flew by. I
spent Wednesday night on Mt. Washington. I went by the apartment to
feed puss, then rode up to Mt. Washington. The giant was sitting on the
front porch having a beer. Master Jeb was out doing some
shopping. He planned to cook for us that evening. Master Ox
followed me to his room and ordered me off with my clothes. He
was kind enough to help. When they were off, he grabbed me around
my waist, pulled me to him and kissed me gently and lovingly.
“It’s damn good
to see you, slave. You feel so good I’m gonna’ tell Jeb to cancel
dinner. The giant’s gonna’ have you for a snack.”
“Please, Master
Giant, I still have two magic beans. I could buy you a boy-toy to play
with, but on second thought, I don’t think I want to share you with
some inexperienced slave who wouldn’t serve you right. I’d constantly
be having to show him again how to do it.”
“Good boy!
When you’re serviced by the best you don’t want to compromise. By
the way, Jeb and I have been invited to a pool and food party at your
future Master’s Sunday afternoon.”
“Are you all
right with that, Master Jim?”
“Sure! A
chance to see you again. Of course, I’m all right with it. I may
be an animal, but I can be a gentleman animal. Earl is my
brother. I won’t have a problem seeing you together. If I
did, I’d lose what bond I have with you. Think I’m gonna’ take a
chance on that? Hardly! If I made a jealous fool of myself, and
God forbid, anything happened to Earl, do you think you'd ever consider
having love for me? Not likely!”
“I hadn’t
thought of it that way, Master. I know I’d love to have you and Master
Jeb over. It just seems right, somehow.”
“Then count on
us. I think Jeb has all ready accepted for us.”
Master Jeb
cooked grilled chicken and it was great. We had a nice pleasant
meal, laughing, while filling in Master Jeb about the weekend in the
desert. Master Jeb took particular delight at my relating the
story of Master Beryl teaching me to fuck a cunt. They asked me to tell
them about my first day as new foreman for the shop. I related the
story as if I was embarrassed at my own lack of control. They were both
supportive. They heard not only from Master Earl but Sam called them as
well.
Master Ox and I
retired early to his bedroom and I got fucked by my animal.
Afterwards, I related the things Master Earl said to me
about leaving me with him and Master Jeb when he needed to.
“I’m not
surprised. Earl knows we would take good care of his property and
not abuse it.” He smiled a funny pleased smile. It was a pleasant
evening.
The rest of the
week went fast. Dad couldn’t stop by Thursday and I had to work
late Friday evening to help one of the newer mechanics with a truck. He
worked his ass off all day, but it was just too much work for one man
to get out in one day. Once again Sam promised the truck for Monday
morning, and I didn’t want to work on the weekend. It only took
us about an hour and a half.
I locked
up the shop and headed for my future owner’s home. I began to be
consumed by the idea of becoming another man’s property. To be owned by
another man,— if it’s done with love and a need to serve, what greater
bond could there be? Master Earl was still in uniform when I got there.
I could get use to seeing him in uniform. I kissed his boots and his
hand. I put it to my forehead and held it there. He didn’t
respond right away. Instead he put his other hand on my head and
gently rubbed the top.
“Come up here,
slave and show your Master love.” I rose slowly still
holding his hand and stood in front of him with my head bowed. I took
his hand, rubbed it gently across my cheek, then kissed the back of it
again. He rested both arms on my shoulders and looked deeply into my
eyes.
“What are we to
do with you, slave? You can sometime disarm me with the simplest of
gestures. I ask you to show me love and you show me more love with one
movement of my hand than a thousand kisses could convey. You have
taught me to love again, Beau, and you subtly issue assurances I have
nothing to fear. I’m looking forward to a wonderful weekend with
my slave to be.”
“I don’t know
what I’ve done special except try to show you how I feel. Shall I
follow it with a thousand kisses, Master?” I smiled at him
“On my boots,
perhaps, after dinner.” He said smiling back.
“Gladly,
Master.” Before we ate dinner, Master Earl brought out a small gift
wrapped box. We sat down at the table.
“Open it,
Son. It’s something new for you to wear that’s all your
own.” I had no idea what it might be. I unwrapped the box
and slowly opened. I undid the tissue that the present was
wrapped in and saw in the box the most beautiful dog collar with small
spikes and rows of diamond studs three deep around it. It had a
small metal engraved pet ID tag. It read: “BEAU” “Property of Master
Earl D. Shaw” “2332 Mc Clellan Lane, Silverlake, L.A., Calif.” I was
thrilled. I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
“May I wear it
now, Master? It’s so beautiful.”
“Of course. I
even happen to have a lock for it in my back pocket.” Master Earl
fit it around my neck, placed his lock through the ‘D’ ring and locked
it. He put his finger underneath to make sure it was snug but not too
tight. It fit perfectly. I fell to my knees and kissed his
boots again to thank him. Some people just get engagement rings, I got
my own dog collar. Fuck engagement rings, I’ll take the collar any day.
Master Jeb was right. A slave collar makes a statement. He
went to the bedroom and returned with his heavy leather leash. I
knelt in front of him and he snapped it to the ‘D’ ring in the
front. I felt fully dressed even though I had no clothes on
except my plug. We finished dinner, and I helped clean everything. Then
my Master grabbed my leash, gently pulled me to him and hugged me.
“It’s nice to
have you around, Son, I’m sure getting use to it. We’re gonna’ do
something a little different tonight. Let’s go to the bedroom and
you can help me off with my boots, make a little love to ‘em,
I’ll take your plug out, your collar off, you can get in the shower and
do your thing. While you’re doing that, I’ll make us a couple of
drinks. We’ll sit in the spa for a while and relax. Would you
like that? I think both of us have had a full week, and I can’t
imagine anything nicer than relaxing in the hot tub with my slave in my
arms.”
I cleaned his
boots good for him. When he was pleased, I pulled one up between my
legs and held on. He gently put his other boot on my ass and
pushed. It began to slide off, then came off easily. I heard him
laugh as I held his boot to my face to smell them. I helped him off
with the other and held that to my nose as well. He didn’t hurry me. He
just smiled. He seemed to enjoy watching me enjoy his boots.
“After you’ve
worn these all day, Master Earl, they smell good enough to make a
slave-boy want to hump a door knob.”
“I don’t think
that will be necessary, Son. I think Officer Masters will be able
to scratch that itch for you a little later, and don’t play with
yourself in the shower, understand?” he laughed.
“I’ll obey,
Master, I won’t.”
“Let’s get you
unplugged. Lay across my knees here.” I lay across his knees, he
took a towel and popped my plug out.
“Kneel here in
front of me.” I did and he unlocked my collar, removed it and
laid it on the bed.
“I’ll meet you
on the deck by the spa.”
“Master?”
“Yes, slave.”
“Thank you.”
Master Earl
hugged me in a big bear hug and kissed me behind my ear.
“Clean yourself
well slave, your Master may want to use you a couple of times this
evening. He’s feeling like taking care of his slave-boy’s
itch. For that, you have to fuck him hard and deep several
times to satisfy the really deepest itch. I may even strap you in the
sling. An hour or two in my sling should take care of it.”
I went to
shower, and he left for the kitchen. I met him at the spa a
little later. It was a beautiful night. We eased into the
hot bubbling water and became somewhat use to it. He turned the
bubbles off and we just relaxed in the warm water. He looked at
me and smiled.
“I’m not gonna’
buy a slave who doesn’t wanna’ lay in his Master’s arms and let him pet
his boy.” I moved into his arms immediately as he laughed.
“There, that’s better!” he moved some hair off my forehead.
“We’re gonna’
have to get that cut a little shorter tomorrow!”
“Yes, Sir, do
you have a barber around the area.”
“Sort of,— Allen
and Dirk want to stop by tomorrow afternoon to meet you and I have a
pair of clippers. Allen is an accomplished barber and hair
stylist. He gives me my flat tops,— best I’ve ever had.”
We lay together
in the spa looking at the sky and listening to the stereo from the
house. He had on a classical station and they were playing an
American work. He was listening as well.
“I know this
piece but don’t know the name or composer.” he said.
“Hovaness.
Mysterious Mountain.” I said quietly.
“How do you know
that? Are you sure?” About that time the piece finished and the
announcer stated, “We have just heard the Seattle Symphony performing
Alan Hovaness’ 'Mysterious Mountain.'”
“Okay, I should
have known better, my fault. If it comes out of your mouth it’s
the truth because you know it. If you don’t know it you don’t say
anything.” Then he laughed and added, “Once again you’ve blown me
away, slave. Not only will I have the finest looking slave in
L.A., I will have one of the brightest. How far did you go in
school, Son?”
“Master of Fine
Arts, Sir.”
“Hell, no wonder
you know classical music. What’s this piece playing now?” I
listened for a moment, “Another American neo-romantic tone poem, John
Alden Carpenter’s 'Adventures in a Perambulator.'”
“Now you’re
yanking my chain, slave.”
“No, Sir,
I’m not. I wouldn’t do that. I remarked to Master Jim this
past weekend everyone keeps telling me to trust them. When is someone
going to start trusting me.”
“What was Jim’s
reply?”
“He thought for
a long minute and told me I had a damn good point. He said if I could
trust him to be my Master for training, I had given him no reason not
to trust me, then he should trust me to be his slave. Unless I
needed correcting, then it would be handled at that time.”
“Didn’t I tell
you to listen to him,— learn from him?”
“Yes, Master
Earl.”
“He was right
because he recognized you were right and didn’t just try to buffalo you
with bullshit. A good Master will understand, sometime his slave
will have a good point and be right. A good Master will understand he
doesn’t have to be right all the time. He must have the wisdom to
admit, not necessarily that he’s wrong, but there may be a better
way he hasn’t considered. I can learn something from my clansman,
Jim, as well. He’s right. You’ve never given me any reason to
doubt you want to become my total slave, and I should trust you.”
He no sooner
said that than the music stopped and the announcer said, “You have just
heard American Composer John Alden Carpenter’s delightful 'Adventures
in a Perambulator.'” My Master was silent for a long time and rubbed
his hand over my chest, tweaked each tit gently, then ran his big hand
down my stomach to gently grab my cock and balls. He just held
them for a few minutes. He brushed his bushy black moustache
around my cheek and whispered in my ear,
“I’m sorry
slave. I once stood in that upstairs bedroom and yelled at a little man
I came to love very much that he would absolutely obey my order to
trust me. I know I won’t ever have to do that with you, but you
shouldn’t have to remind me to trust you. We are blessed you have
a good training Master like Master Jim. You have my complete
trust until you give me reason to think otherwise. I don’t think
you ever will. That little demonstration impressed the shit out a’ me.
Well,— good slave, are you parboiled enough?”
“I think so,
Master.”
“Good, then
let’s get out, pull our leathers on and go play for a while in the
black pit. I think my slave needs his Master to use him for a
while tonight.”
“Trust your
slave, Master, he needs it bad. I would be so grateful if you
used me for your needs this evening. I will do my best to serve
you, Officer Masters.”
“I have no doubt
about that, slave, I trust you.”
Officer Master
secured me in the sling and took me with one hard swift stroke, deep
into me. I’m never quite ready for any Master to take me that way but
that, in and of itself, is the purpose. It keeps a slave enough off
center to never question his necessity to serve the man who has taken
his hole with such demand. I was about to learn something new about the
man I hoped would soon own me. He began his usual comfortable fuck. He
opened me up thoroughly. I had no complaints. I could have the worst of
headaches and the smooth fucking of this man would set me right. Didn’t
need no fucking aspirin. Just let me feel his cock in my ass and my
headache goes away. As rough and animalistic as my giant could be, this
man, Officer Masters, was the fuck of dreams; however, tonight
something began to change in his standard fuck mode. I was learning to
meet his every thrust with my ass, making damn sure my handsome Master
got the maximum benefit from each stroke.
I was beginning
to be challenged as he was departing from his standard fuck routine. In
a way, I was getting even more excited to see the new direction he was
taking our fuck. He began to fuck me with wild abandon. Then he
would hold it in me as deep as he could get it and root around in the
depths. I got the idea he wanted me to copy his movement with my
ass. I began to move with him and encourage this deeper wild-ass
fucking responding with my ass in kind. I found myself slamming
my ass on his shaft as hard or harder than he was pounding me. He was
moving his cock around with his circular movements while completely
impaling me on his shaft. For a moment he put his hands behind my
shoulders and pulled me toward him as I raised myself in the sling to
help.
He was ramming
the entire length of his cock into me so hard I would bounce and return
to the base equally hard only to twist or grind my ass hard on it. He
was looking me directly in the eyes communicating the urgency and need
for me to need it even more than he. The last thing I remembered before
he ordered me to come was looking into his deep set violet turned
purple eyes and watched my Master, morph in front of me, into another
wild, untamed, beautiful, rutting animal. It had sprung forth from the
body of this gentle, handsome, self assured man. My heart leaped to my
throat. How lucky can one slave get to find within the depths of the
two most important men in his life dwelt similar monsters.
Beasts, if you will, with whom I felt completely safe and comfortable.
Pack brothers, who in olden times might sniff the night air for
tell-tale odors from my ripe ass and hunt me down together on some
prehistoric veldt.
Running for my
life through the savannah, I would try to escape but they were too
fast, to strong, too cunning, and would pounce upon me knocking me to
the ground where I would lay shivering from fear. They would circle
around me, taking turns holding me down, each would have their way with
me, sniffing me to make sure they had their prey, making obscene
rutting gestures, fucking me, spilling their beast juices into my
ass, time after time, until my gut was overflowing with their seed.
Fortunately, for me, they never eat what they rut with.
Preservation of the species?
What if
‘Bigfoot’ was like that? What if there was a natural genetic
throwback in some men, when they felt the need to rut, physically
changed into a nine foot hairy beast? It’s known, some men
contain and extra ‘Y’ chromosome. What if some contained two
extra ‘Y’ chromosomes? Might that be a reason they’ve never be
able to catch a ‘Bigfoot’ because after he goes out of rut or 'pan-far'
he changes back into a normal looking human male or Vulcan, depending?
How could I tell them, “I will always care for, respect, honor and obey
you as my Master, my owner, my old man, but it is the beast within you
I love.”
La Belle et Le
Bette,— massive, live, human arms holding torches along a dark
corridor;— statues whose eyes open and follow your movement;— the most
said with an economy of means. That’s great art. That’s great sex.
Could that be an algebraic equation? One balances the other? Doesn’t
matter a whit to me. I know Bigfoot lives. I've joined him in his rut.
I’ve been fucked by him numerous times. I’ve made love to his boots.
Now,— I have two. One lives on Mt. Washington,— the other on the
highest point in Silverlake. If you listen carefully in the still
of a warm spring night you can hear their mating cries calling to me,
their slave, to join them in their rut.
“Come, join
us! Run with us!” they sniff the ground, and snort from my ripe
smells. They grunt excitement to each other, “Yes, leave the safety of
your burrow, Ber’rabbit,— come, run with us through the warm
night,— we’ll rest, then use you for our rut. Don't bother to
hide,— you will never escape us,— you are ours! Once we rut with
you,— spill our seed deep within you,— you are ours forever!
Unless we use you, you will never be satisfied! You will never escape,—
you can never again resist our call to rut!”
I hear their
call of the wild,— from mountain, through the valleys, to the other
mountain, the call of their beasts within. I know I must run with
them when they call. I have no choice. My soul is no longer mine,
I must join them in their rut. I will answer their soulful cries,— my
music of the night.
End Chapter 14 ~
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