“By the waters
of Babylon, there we sat
down and wept.” Psalms 137~
After we played
in the Dungeon, Master Earl made us another drink while I put away our
leathers. He took me by his leash and lead me back to the deck.
We sat down with our feet resting in the hot water of the spa. He
took his key to my collar, unlocked it, removed it, and sat it on the
deck. We eased ourselves back into the water. It seemed hotter than it
was earlier. I lay in his arms as he ran his big hands down my body to
my crotch, where he lingered and gently teased his slave’s cock
and balls. He slowly began to rub me up the front of my body until he
came to rest with one huge, hairy arm under my arms, and around my
chest locking me against his hot, wet, furry body. He pulled me close
to him. We lay together enjoying the water, the sky, the lights of
Hollywood and each other. We were quiet for a long while.
The truest test
of love is when you can be silent with someone for a good while and
feel comfortable. We didn’t need to speak to know what was passing
between us. It’s an unspoken language that all lovers know. It’s an
anthem, a silent hymn, an ode to joy, that comes from your heart and is
caught by the wind, to be whispered in some other lover’s ear.
They may smile knowingly to themselves. It may prompt them to
remember, 'I knew that language once. Its been a while but I
remember the feeling, the joy.' How could anyone forget the silent
language of the heart that crosses borders, states, and nations? Man’s
only unspoken language that means the same to all people. The only
language that can bring about a new world. The language of the heart. I
lay my head back on his shoulder and felt at peace.
I felt like my
head was made to rest on his shoulder, to have this beautiful man hold
me as if the spa was a midway thrill ride and we bought all the
tickets. The most wonderful thing about love is each love is
different. Each love is new. It binds up the sorrows of the
past and brings forth a new spirit within us. We change. We become
reborn to life. We become reborn to ourselves. We become reborn
to the meaning of it all. If there is no heaven, then this
feeling has been good enough. I just had my brains fucked out by my
animal Master, the man to whom I gave my bond, to commit myself to a
life of slavery, to become his personal property, his chattel, to love,
honor, serve and obey. Here I was, being petted, stroked, and loved by
this big, incredibly handsome man, who, hopefully, would soon own me
and become my Master. I never wanted anything more in my life.
“Maybe you’re
right, Master Earl. Maybe there is someone or something watching over
us.”
“I never thought
so before I met you, my slave. Now,— I’m a believer.”
“I never thought
much about things like that either until the first evening we were
together. So much happened so fast it was hard to digest it all. I’m
more attuned to it now. I’m more comfortable with it. I think I’m
beginning to understand. I’m not afraid of the experience or the
pictures that come into my head. They're more clear than they
were; however, it’s only here, in your house, I seem to be
getting glimpses of things just out of my sight. It's like I can
feel them there, but if I turn to look, they’re gone. Does that make
sense?”
“Yeah, I think
it does. Like, you can only catch fleeting glimpses out of the corner
of your eye, and yet, it’s never there when you look for it. Perhaps,
whatever’s there could be whispering in your ear.”
“That’s it,
Sir!” I exclaimed then continued, “You said Allen and Dirk are stopping
by tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sometime
tomorrow, they said they’d call in the morning and let us know their
schedule. They usually bring tons of food and end up staying the night,
so they’ll probably be here Sunday afternoon as well.”
“Better plan on
four more,” I said, then added, “to stay the night.”
“I’m not going
to doubt you. We’ll make up the downstairs bedroom in the morning. Do
you know who’s coming?”
“I know who two
will be, but something has to happen first before I’ll know who the
other two will be.”
“Who are the two
you know?” Master Earl asked.
“Oscar and
Billy,— they have something to tell us.”
"Something
good, or something bad?"
"Good, I think,—
yes,— something good,— no, wait, — something wonderful."
“Really?" he
commented rhetorically, "I talked with Billy early last week. He
did say Oscar and he would be up this way toward the end of the week. I
mentioned to you he called and asked about you. I don’t think I said
anything about them coming up this way. They have an open invitation to
stay here anytime they come to L.A.” Master said.
“Beau? Do you
think you may have the gift of ‘seeing’?”
“I don’t
know, Master. I never have before,— at least,— I don't
think I have. It only seems to manifest itself in this house. Maybe,
it’s because Wes’s presence is still strong. Since he and I
shared some horrors and deeply spiritual experiences maybe he’s acting
as a spirit guide.”
“Does that
bother you?”
“Goodness no!
Wes was my friend, my brother, my love. We didn’t part with bad hearts.
He knew I had to stay, and I knew he must go. He begged me to come back
with him or as soon as I could. I ended up shipping over again. I don’t
know why. I just knew it wasn’t time for me to come back. I got strung
out on drugs and lost touch with him. I loved him, but I just couldn’t
answer his letters. It wasn’t him,— it was me. I had no idea I would
react the way I did when Wes left. I became horribly depressed
and lonely without him. In effect, I became an emotional cripple. I
could still do my job; however, I was like a robot. I couldn't do
anything positive for myself. Maybe I let him down. I should’ve made a
greater effort to be stronger; stronger for me as well as him. He was
counting on me coming back and us being together. I’m glad he found
you, Master. I know he loved you.”
“I’m not going
to ask,...”
“You don’t have
to, Master.” I said quietly and respectfully. Master Earl knew. A
tear rolled down his cheek, but I knew it wasn’t a tear of sorrow. He
all ready walked through that door. It was in that moment,
without a word spoken, we both realized we understood. The
difficulty was admitting it to ourselves. We were together and in
love because of Wes’s love for each of us. I saved Wes’s life and now
he was saving mine. Officer Earl D. Shaw saved his life, loved him,
offered him new life. He was going to make damn sure the two people he
loved most in this life found a portion of the happiness they gave him.
I knew he would be there if I needed him. He would be there if his
beloved Master needed him. We both loved him, now, more than ever.
Master Earl took a deep breath and then let it our with a deep sigh.
“Thank you, Wes,
for my beautiful slave. You were right. You told me over and over again
I would love him. I do love him and he’ll make a fine slave.”
He took me in
one arm, laid me back in the warm water like a preacher might baptize
the faithful, leaned over and kissed me gently. We returned to the
house and proceeded to go to bed. We both had a full day and
needed to get some sleep as the weekend was shaping up to be an
eventful one. Once again, I lay in his big arms. I playfully went
to his crotch and kissed the head of the part of his body that brought
us such pleasure only a short time ago. It performed heroically
and deserved a kiss from me and my ass by proxy. I could swear it
smiled back.
Part II ~ Ursus
Major/Tiny Dancer
“Every time a
child says, ‘I don’t believe in fairies; there is a fairy somewhere who
falls down dead. If you want Tinker Bell to live, clap your hands
together three times and say, “I do believe in fairies! I do believe in
fairies!” Peter Pan ~ J.
M. Barrie
The phone rang
early. We didn’t even have time for a morning fuck. As
Master Earl reached for the phone I said,
“It’s Master
Beryl!”
Master looked at
me only for a moment then picked up the receiver,
“Good
Morning, Beryl.”
There was a long
silence on the other end of the phone. Then as if speaking to someone
over his shoulder Big Beryl said,
“Yep! Beau’s
with him!” Then he let out a roar of laughter I could hear. “That
little shit knew it was me call’n! He told ju’ it was me,
didn’nee?” Big Beryl asked rhetorically, then added, “I
told Blaine,— I’d bet ‘em a hunnert bucks, if Beau’s there he’ll
know it’s me calling.”
“Well, you’re
right, old man,— on both accounts. He spooks the shit out ‘a me
sometimes. So, how the Hell are you, old man, and what time will
you and you handsome slave be arriving today?” More uproarious
laughter on the other end of the line.
“I’ll be
damned! He told ju’ that, too, didn’nee?” Beryl demanded.
“Right again,—
told me in the spa last night,— said something had to happen before he
knew for sure who the other two people would be who were coming for the
weekend. The phone ringing was it,— right, Beau? His head is
going up and down like the head on a hula doll in the back window of a
chevy low rider.” More laughter.
“I know we just
saw him last weekend, but damn it, Blaine’s been bugging the shit out
a’ me for three days now to give you a call to see if we could come up
to visit.”
“Blaine,
huh? You’re such a phoney, old man,— Baine may have agreed,
but it’s you who wants to see him again, admit it.”
“If’n I do, does
that mean we can visit?” Beryl giggled like a school boy.
“Of course you
can, silly. You didn’t even have to call, but I’m glad you did. We’re
expecting two more couples, but we have room for everyone. Beau
said Oscar and Billy are coming, and I spoke to Dirk and Allen
yesterday. Tomorrow afternoon we’re having a pool thing and Jeb and Jim
will be here. Come on up today,— stay over. Join us
for the weekend! Love to have ya!’ My slave is lying here
wiggling hoping I’ll let you speak to him."
“Really?” Beryl
asked innocently.
“Well, here he
is.” Master Earl handed me the phone.
“Hello, Dad.”
“Hey, Sweet
baby, how’s my buns?”
“They could use
a little fresh’n up, Dad, they’re beginning to droop. They’re not as
perky as they were.” More laughter.
“I can just hear
Jim, ‘You had to ask!’ Ah well,— we love ya’, boy.”
“I love you and
me brother, too, Dad. Tell him I’ve decided if I’m gonna’ be
known as Little Beaver, he should be known as Big Beaver.” we
both laughed.
“Tell that old
man a’ yours we should be up there shortly after noon and not to worry
about food. Blaine and I've all ready decided we’d share you for
lunch.” I laughed and Master was looking at me curiously.
“With or without
mayo?” I joked. He laughed.
“Put your Master
back on, Son.”
“Okay, Dad, look
forward to seeing both of you today.” I handed the phone back to
Master Earl. He listened for a few minutes and started laughing
like I’ve never heard him laugh.
“Okay, Beryl,”
he said “we’ll be happy to see you again. Ride safe!” He
was still laughing as he hung up the phone.
“You were right,
slave. You’re spooky, but you know what? I’m not afraid of it anymore
either. It’ll certainly come in handy to know how many to expect for
food.” we both laughed.
“Master Earl is
that going to create a conflict with Master Sam and Yoshie coming?”
“I hadn’t
thought of that, slave. Good point! I’d better get on the
phone to Sam and ask him how he feels. Any predictions?”
“Yeah, I can
tell you right now, he won’t have a problem with it. Not because of any
message, but because I know my boss. I think he’d like to see Beryl and
Blaine’s mouth drop open when they find out who Yoshie’s Master has
been all this time. Sam will make sure Breed isn’t coming with
them.”
“You mean Beryl
and Blaine haven’t known all this time.”
“That’s right,
Sir. It was kept on a need to know basis for Yoshie’s protection.
It’s been long enough, now, I don’t see any problem. No one
is going to say anything to Breed anyway.”
Master Earl
called Sam and explained. They talked for a while and I heard
Master assure Sam, Breed would not be coming with them. He said we
would look forward to seeing all of us tomorrow.
"Right again,
slave,— he was fine with it,— said he thought about asking me to have
them up but didn’t want to impose. He said he won’t tell Yoshie
and let it be a surprise for him; however, he did want assurance Breed
wouldn’t be with them. You don't think they’d bring him, do you?”
“Goodness, no,—
I guarantee you they won’t. According to Master Jim, Jimmy,— that's his
name,— is barely aware of the family.” I assured him.
“Good enough for
me. Let’s have coffee and get to work on the bedrooms,
slave.” He accentuated the word “slave” implying that’s what I
was there for. He was right. I was there for any damned thing he
snapped his fingers for me to do,— without hesitation.
“Could we take a
break after that Master, so I could give you a blow job?”
“Well,— I
don’t know, I’d hate to spoil you by feeding you too much
sweets,— especially this early in the day.” he chuckled.
“I understand,
Master, but I’m sure with a mid-day sugar fix I could get so much more
done for you. I might even be a better slave.”
“I don't know
how. In any case, I think we could take a short break and pump some
good, hot Master come into your belly. Now, look what you’ve done to
me. I can’t get 'me' pants buttoned.” He laughed as he waddled
out of the bedroom on his way to the kitchen. The phone rang again. I
was making the bed in the bedroom and couldn’t overhear the
conversation.
I heard a lot of
laughter. I put things away, grabbed my new collar and took it with me
to the kitchen. Master was just hanging up the phone and smiled when he
saw the collar in my hand. He wasn’t fully dressed yet, so I
knelt in front of him, grabbed him around the waist, and kissed his
dick beneath his leather pants.
“Will you put my
collar on for me, Master?”
“Be happy to, my
puppy,— I wouldn’t want chu' to get lost. I might never find you
again.” He chuckled as he locked it in place. “Quite
handsome,” he admired my collar, “it looks like it belongs on you. I’m
proud to have you wear it.”
“No prouder than
I am to wear it, Master.”
“That was Dirk
on the phone. He said they would be here shortly after noon with lunch
for all of us. They’re so damn funny but lovable to a fault. I love
them both very much, but they’re always afraid they’re going to
impose,— then they over do. It's part of their charm, I
guess. I suppose that's what makes them welcome anywhere they go.
They truly are wonderful people. Dirk used to be one of the meanest son
of a’ bitches you’d ever run up against. After Allen had his operation,
Dirk’s been a changed man. I’ve never seen him really drunk. He rarely
uses foul language and won’t allow anyone to curse in front of his
‘Little Darlin.’ They’ve been together now almost six years but
you couldn’t tell. They act like they met yesterday. Dirk opens doors
for Allen. He won’t let him carry anything heavy. He gets his chair for
him at the table. If they weren’t so serious we’d all be rolling on the
floor laughing. Allen is so unassuming and eats up Dirk’s
attention. If there ever was a match made in heaven, their’s
surely has to be.
You know, now
that I think of it, with your hair short, you could almost pass for
Allen’s big brother. The two of you look a lot alike. Allen looks
like a miniature cowboy,— the man I told you about in Tucson,— I can’t
wait to see what Dirk has to say. Don’t be surprised at anything Allen
does. He's so natural about everything, if he feels like it, for no
reason at all he’ll run up to you, grab you around the neck and give
you the biggest kiss. No one thinks anything about it. It’s just
Allen.You can’t help love him. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.
He can be mischievous as hell and will go to great lengths to pull a
fast one on Dirk. Dirk’s good natured about it and gives Allen what he
wants, punishment for being a bad boy. Allen goes through this big
routine about him being a bad boy and his daddy punishing him. He
deserves it. Hell, if Dirk didn’t go along with the game Allen would
think he didn’t care anymore. Billy and Oscar refer to Dirk as Ms.
Allen’s boy. They can be so bad.”
“Does Dirk beat
Allen up any more?” I asked concerned.
“Oh God, no!”
answered Master Earl, “Dirk spent over a year in therapy with Master
Claymore, Allen’s boss, and Dirk got his shit together. He particularly
respects and loves Master Claymore. He says he’s the only man who
wasn’t afraid to stand up to him and tell him the truth. They’re still
close friends and see each other regularly. Of course Allen still works
for the man, calls him Daddy Wolf. Now days, Dirk won’t stand to see
some other Master mistreat or physically abuse their slave. He figures
if he can learn to be a safe, sane Master then anyone can. I’ve
seen him walk up behind some man who was about to wail on his
slave, grab his arm and hold him. He’ll quietly suggest he may
want to reconsider and find another way to solve their disagreement
than violence. They don’t dare smart off to Dirk. They find
another way.
I probably
should invite Master Claymore and his slave as well. He was very
good to me when I went to him for therapy after Wes was killed.
He and his boy have stayed over here many times and always included me
in their affairs. I think I will.”
Master Earl
picked up the phone and dialed. He spoke briefly to Master
Claymore and invited him and his slave to the party the next day.
“They can come.
That’s good. Everyone loves them. Master Wolf, or Waddie as everyone
calls Master Claymore knew his slave's other Master well and the three
of them rode bikes together. His slave’s name is
Zane. Zane's Master was killed in a bad bike accident and
after several months of grieving, our family, who owned Zane told him
he had to find a new Master or he would be put on the market and
sold. Master Waddie's a big cowboy and he and Zane roped together
as a team in a number of rodeos. At the Prescott rodeo that year,
Zane asked Master Waddie to be his Master. They spent the weekend
together and have been together ever since.
Master Waddie's
friends told him Zane had been sexually reassigned to please his
Master. That's the story Bart Tinker, Zane's Master, told
everyone to protect Zane from scrutiny from nosey people who had no
interest in the two of them other than gossip. Master Waddie
later found out the truth from Zane. Zane had never been a
boy. He was born an intersexual and assigned as a female from
birth. Zane knew in his heart he was male and early on refused to take
the female hormones. It was the weirdest damn thing. He was
attracted to men, but yet, didn’t wanna’ be a woman. He didn’t have it
easy. He ran away from home and found a sympathetic doctor who supplied
him with male hormones and human growth factors. Zane’s body began to
develop as totally male. Zane’s revelation to his Master was a
shock to Claymore but the man has seen and done it all. Once the shock
wore off they were more in love with each other than ever. Master
Wolf is a firm disciplinarian and Zane worships him. I
never think of Zane as a female. Well, he isn’t.
I never thought
of Wes as a woman, why should I think any differently about Zane?
God knows I don’t think of Blaine or Allen as women. They’re men
whose Master’s chose to reassign them. Zane is well accepted by our
family and fits right in. Why wouldn’t he? To average society we're
probably quite a freak show but you could never wish for a greater more
loving group of people for an extended family.”
We finished
coffee and proceeded to the bedrooms to get them ready. It didn’t take
us long to have the house in top condition, and it was still early
morning. It was about nine-thirty. I caught my Master’s eye
and winked at him. He smiled knowingly and followed me to the
Master bedroom. I helped him off with his pants and boots and we made
love on top of the leather bedspread.
I took him deep
in my throat, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I
could. My love was growing for this man by the hour, and I wanted
to show him my love by taking him in my mouth. I worked on him for
twenty or thirty minutes until I began to feel him arch his back under
the good, steady thrust of my throat. I was about to push my Cadillac
up and over the hill. I put my throat into overdrive, let out the
clutch, and that did it. From deep inside my Master came an animal
rumble that reached his throat to howl at the same moment my mouth
began to fill with his hot seed. I no sooner swallowed than another
volley shot into my mouth. I greedily sucked it down when my Master
gave me his final gift for the morning. It filled my mouth. It tasted
good, hot and wonderful going down my throat.
His come had a
wonderful, healthy man flavor,— the flavor of my Master’s body,— the
flavor of my love. He lay spent as I gently cleaned his beautiful
cock of his last bits of man come. I was enjoying my own pleasure in
having satisfied him. I was pleased with myself. I knew he was,
too, by the way he rubbed my head while I was cleaning his dick.
“That’s the
first time you’ve ever sucked me off, slave.”
“I wanted to do
that for you, Master, it was important.”
“I understand,
Son. You’re message has been received and welcomed. I think I needed
for you to do it as well. Now, could I please have my soul back?”
he said, throwing his head back in laughter.
“I’ll hold it
for you in safe keeping, and later, you may send your animal in after
it, Sir.” He reached up, grabbed me, pulled me to him, looked me
in the eyes and gently kissed me.
“It’s in the
safest of places then, and I won’t worry.” he kissed me again,
“My animal, indeed!” he said smiling. “You think you can tame my
animal?”
“God, I hope
not, Master! Serve my ass up to it, try’n give it the best ride I
can, but never try to tame it.” He laughed.
“You like the
animal inside me?”
“No Sir, I love
your animal inside me.” It took him a moment to think about what
I said then he roared with laughter.
“I have it on
good authority my animal loves being inside you, slave.”
“Since you have
close communication with him, relay a message for me?”
“What’s that,
slave?”
“If he’s ever
confused, lonely, hungry, cold, or frightened, he’s welcome to sleep in
my barn.”
“I will, indeed.
Now,— give your Master a kiss, and let’s get cleaned up. I’m gonna’ get
in the shower, then get dressed. You wanna’ join me?”
“Yes,
Sir.” I said with enthusiasm. We showered and he got
dressed. He put my collar on me, locked it, and plugged my ass. I
fell to my knees and kissed his boots when he finished. His boots
were so hot. He held his hand down for me, I kissed it lovingly, and
put it to my forehead.
“Come to my
arms, slave, and kiss your Master 'Good Morning'.” I jumped up and we
kissed a nice, good morning kiss.
“Master may I
request you put my leash on?”
“That’s right,
Beryl is coming,— I almost forgot. Thanks for the reminder,
slave. Leashes really trip his wire.” he chuckled as he snapped
on his heavy leather leash. “I’ve got to run down to the store for
about thirty minutes. I’ll be right back. I would take you, but I want
you to stay here to answer the phone or the door if anyone shows up
early, okay?”
“Sure,
Master, I’ll finish cleaning the bedroom.”
“Good
boy!” He hugged me, kissed me and was out the door. I finished
putting away the dishes we use for coffee cakes and cereal. I went to
the bedroom, put his clothes away and cleaned the bath. It was about
eleven o’clock and the doorbell rang. I went to the door and looked out
the eye port. Two, big, familiar faces stood there. I opened the door.
“Beau, you
beautiful child!” I was caught up in the arms of Billy with Oscar close
behind.
“It’s so good to
see you guys! Look at you! Here Oscar, gimme’ a hug.”
“I’ll give you
more'n that, you little bear.” he hugged and kissed me.
“Welcome, come
on in! Master ran to the store and will be right back. He must have
known you’d be here ‘cause he told me to stay here in case someone
showed up.”
“I didn’t tell
him whether we would definitely be here.” said Billy.
“He knew.”
“How?” Asked
Oscar.
“Beau told him.”
Billy said to Oscar without hesitation. I nodded my head in agreement.
“Told
ju.’” Billy said to Oscar again.
“We won’t stay
if he’s having a lot of people in.” said Oscar.
“Nonsense!”
I said, “We’ve all ready planned for the two of you and 'yes,' he's
having a lot of people in. It just grew somehow.”
“Let me guess,”
said Billy, “Dirk and Allen, Jeb and Jim, Wolf and Zane. Who’ve I left
out, Oscar?”
“Beryl and
Blaine.” Replied Oscar as he looked at me for approval.
“You two are
good,” I complimented them.
“No, we just
know your good Master and let me tell you before he gets here, for the
both of us, we are so proud and happy the two of you have found each
other. We know you'll be the best of slaves for him and he'll love you
like you've never been loved before. You’ll be proud to call him
'Master.' We can talk about little else these days. We were so
moved from our last visit, we can’t tell you how right we know this
bonding will be. We love you so much, Beau.”
I started crying
and they put their arms around me.
“Now stop it,
you guys, I really appreciate your love, but we are not going to have
another emotionally exhausting weekend.” Then I hugged, kissed
them and had them laughing. Master Earl walked in through the kitchen
door. Looked at us and saw the tears on my face.
“Damn, you guys
couldn’t have been here more than ten minutes and you all ready have my
poor slave in tears.” he said laughing. He sat his stuff
down from the store and walked into the living room. They rushed to him
and knelt in front of him, each kissing a boot. Master held his
hands down for each, they kissed it and put it to their foreheads.
“Rise slaves and
show this Master love.” They were all over him apologizing for making
his beautiful slave boy cry and would he please punish them both
severely,— immediately. Master was in stitches and walked over to
me and asked, “Did those mean, fearful, old eunuchs hurt you, Son?”
“Truly, Master,
I was afraid for my life if you hadn't walked in.”
“More,
Beau! Go on! Tell him!” Billy encouraged. “Get us a
trip to the dungeon, at least!”
“Then,...then,...Master,...”
“Yes, Son?”
“They told me
they loved me.”
“That’s all I
needed to hear! That would scare Hell out a’ anyone!” we all
laughed and hugged again.
“You two have
the upstairs guest bedroom, get comfortable,— bring your bags in first,
okay?” The two big men went to their car to get their stuff and
returned. They went to the bedroom for a few minutes, and I began to
help Master Earl put away the stuff from the store. They returned in
the buff and looked even better than the last time I saw them.
“Oscar, you’re
working out!” I exclaimed.
“See, I told ju’
he’d notice.” said Billy.
“You’re looking
great!” Master Earl encouraged.
“Well, Billy’s
been after me for years, and I thought, what the hell, don’t have much
else to do with my time, may as well.”
“I told you
people would notice. I’m proud of you, myself.” Billy hugged
Oscar. Oscar blushed from the attention.
“Now tell Master
Earl and Beau the rest,— ” Billy prompted.
“Well,— "
he paused, looked at us then back to Billy.
"Go on,— tell
them,— it's wonderful news. You have to share it with them.
They’re family, Oscar!"
"Being here with
you guys that weekend and having the experience we did moved me to get
out of my shell and start doing something with my life. I met a Master
about a year ago and we’ve been seeing each other off and on. I just
decided I was going to work on my body to make myself more attractive
to him, and I think it’s working. We’ve been seeing each other more
regularly, and I think he may be getting ready to ask me to be
his slave.” We congratulated him and patted him on the back
wishing him the best.
“When do we get
to meet him?” Master Earl asked.
“Well,— he’s in
town this weekend visiting his sister.” Oscar said.
“Do you think
he’d like to come over tomorrow for pool and food?”
“I could
certainly ask him.” Oscar said sheepishly.
“Get on the
phone and give him directions. Tell him noon on,— ” Master Earl related
to Oscar. Oscar went off to the bedroom to call and we remained in the
kitchen area. Again, Billy couldn’t take his hands off me, and I was
loving it. How often do you have your bodybuilding idol, jack-off
fantasy man of your teens, paw you and play with your cock and balls.
Billy was still Clancey McGee to me and just as sexy with or without
cock and balls. I was more proud now, than ever, to carry his picture
in my wallet.
“Beau?” He
exclaimed, “Oh my God, is that a new collar? Let me see? Property
of Master Earl D. Shaw.” He read the new tag. “Beats the shit out
of an engagement ring, don’t it, honey?” He laughed as he hugged me for
the umpteenth time.
“I agree,
Billy.” I said. “I’m so proud of it.”
“You should be,
slave-boy, that says you’re owned by one of the finest Masters who ever
raised a whip.” he said laughing. Master Earl laughed. Master
Earl walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead. Oscar
returned all bright eyed.
“He’s coming!”
was all he said.
“Great!” said
Master Earl, “He can meet some of our family. I hope we don’t scare him
to death. Does he know our customs?”
“Yes, Master
Earl, he was a member of a similar family for years and many of their
customs are the same as ours.”
“He’s a fine
looking man, Master Earl.” Billy interjected, “I don’t think he’ll have
any problem with our family.”
“Good, then
let’s hope we won’t be losing a good slave we’ll be gaining a good
Master.” Master Earl said. We all agreed.
We heard a big
Harley pull into the car port. Master said it was probably Dirk
and Allen. The door opened and a tiny man held the door for an enormous
bear of a man to come through with both arms full of take out food.
When the big man got through the door, Master Earl began helping
him with the sacks of food. The little one went nuts, ran to Billy’s
arms, then to Oscar’s, looked me up and down, smiled real big, ran to
me, and jumped into mine. I picked him up as he began kissing me and
hugging me like he’d known me forever. He was as cute as a six
week old puppy kissing you in the face.
“You’re
Beau! I just know you’re Beau! Oh, you’re so handsome. I’ve
heard so much about you. You’re so pretty! Oh! Oh, my God!
What a nice cock and balls you have! Can I feel them? Please,
Beau,— oh,— they’re wonderful! Daddy, look!” Allen held my
cock and balls for Dirk to see, “Look, Daddy!” Dirk looked,
nodded and winked at me.
“Allen,
where are your manners? Now, get chur' little ass over here, pronto,
before I take my belt off.”
“I’ll be right
back, Beau! Don’t cha’ just love a take charge kinda man?”
he whispered, giggled, and kissed me on the cheek. Allen ran to kneel
in front of my Master, kissed his boots and his hand.
“Rise you cute,
little shit and show me some love. That is, if Beau didn’t get it all.”
“I’m so sorry,
Master Earl, you know I love you. I was just so excited to meet Beau,
and — oh,— Master Earl, he is so much prettier than everyone told us.
He’s fucking gorgeous.” Allen went on as he threw his arms around
Master Earl’s neck and kissed him passionately. “See, I do love
you, Master Earl. I’m so happy for you. He's beautiful! I
couldn’t have picked one better for you myself.” Master Earl just
laughed, patted him on his butt,and Allen ran to grab my hand to
lead me to meet Big Dirk. Master Earl grabbed me from Allen and spoke,
“Master Dirk,
may I present my new slave, Beau.” I fell to my knees and kissed
each one of Dirk's big boots,and found his calloused hand waiting. I
kissed the back and placed it to my forehead.
“Come up
here, slave! Lemme' get a good look at chu.'” I arose and stood
before him. He looked me up and down, turned me around, felt my plug,
then turned me back around. “Gimme a kiss, boy!” he firmly ordered me.
He didn’t hold back and neither did I. He was like kissing a
Gorilla or a Kodiak bear. He was another animal, and I loved
everything about the man. Allen giggled. Big Dirk put his
bear arms around me and held me for a moment.
“We’re so damn
glad to have you in the family, Son. My bro, here, has needed a
good slave for sometime, and I know you’re the one for him.” There were
tears in the big man’s eyes.
“Thank
you, Master Dirk, I appreciate that.” Then it was his
turn to pat me on my butt, and Allen led me away babbling. Allen
sat me on the sofa and engaged me in conversation as everyone else was
busy in the kitchen. Billy and Oscar went through their ritual with Big
Dirk. He kissed them both and boxed their ears. They had him laughing
like a school boy. I felt I should be helping in the kitchen, but
Master Earl winked at me and motioned for me to stay with Allen. Allen
crawled up into my lap as close to me as he could get. He was
tiny,— perfectly formed, but tiny. I felt like a giant holding him. I
wondered how a big man like Dirk could ever get his dick inside this
tiny man. I would have reservations trying to get into him. I
understood Dirk’s appendage was proportioned as large as his body.
“Did you get a
good look at the two of them together, Dirk?” Master Earl asked him.
Big Dirk looked over at us and shook his head.
“My God, they
could be brothers.” Oscar and Billy looked and added they’re agreements.
“Wait'll Allen
cuts his hair short. I think you’ll all be amazed.”
“We almost have
triplets in the family. Allen, Beau and the Cowboy. Stand ‘em along
side each other and you’d have small, economy and large size.
Beau is bigger than both, I think.” said Billy with Oscars
agreement.
“Allen, get in
there, get chur' clothes off, and bring me your collar,” Big Dirk
barked at Allen, “and quit monopolizing Beau! You’re gonna’ be
with him all afternoon.”
“Yes, Master!”
Allen jumped,— then whispered to me, “Damn,— I’m gonna’ cancel
that fuck'n subscription to Reader’s Digest. J'u hear that! That word,
'monopolizing,' was five syllables. I like him better when he
just grunts at me.” He ran off to the bedroom giggling to
himself. Funny little man.
“What did he
say, Beau?” Big Dirk winked at me while rasing an eyebrow.
“That he loved
it when you ordered him around, Sir.”
“Oh, shit!” said
Dirk, “Allen’s found an ally,— Earl, I’m doomed.” he
laughed a big rumbling laugh. I got up to walk to the kitchen.
Dirk watched me walk, winked at me, and spoke to Master Earl,
“Couldn’t you have found a slave who was just a little better looking,
Earl? I mean why stop with gorgeous?” Everyone fell out
laughing, “I meant that as a compliment, Beau! Everyone here
knows I was straight once, but you sure did something funny to my old
dick when you kissed me a minute ago. I know you’re gonna’ do wonders
for your old man, here.”
“Thank
you, Master Dirk, that’s one of the nicest things a big
handsome bear has ever said to me.” I winked at him. He blushed
and grinned from ear to ear. Two more Harley’s pulled up in the
carport. Master Earl opened the kitchen door to the port and we
watched as Big Beryl and Blaine locked and got off their bikes.
“Is that Beryl
and Blaine?” Dirk asked, “Shit, we ain’t seen them in damn near a year.”
“Come on in,
Guys, you’re just in time for lunch.” Master Earl welcomed them in.
There was much confusion as Blaine knelt for Master Earl and Master
Dirk, and then Billy and Oscar for Master Beryl. No one was
rushed. I stood apart watching Big Beryl watch me as he went
through the rituals to be polite. Just as I was about to go to him
Allen rushed by me naked as a jay bird screaming,
“Master
Beryl! Blaine!” Allen fell to his knees and kissed the big man’s
boots. He gave Allen his hand as he winked at me. Allen kissed it and
put it to his forehead. Big Beryl reached down with both hands, easily
threw Allen into the air, caught him, and held him to his huge chest,
“Kiss me, you little shit, and be quick about it!” Allen almost
couldn’t kiss him from giggling.
"I love you,
Master Beryl.”
“I love you,
too, little one.”
“Now,— is there
another slave between here and that handsome slave over there who wants
to show this Master love?” He bellowed laughing. I moved to him
and knelt in front of him and proceed to kiss and clean each of his
boots. He had to tap me with his hand to get my attention.
“Damn boy loves
boots!” He laughed. I took his hand, kissed it and put it
to my forehead, “I’ve waited long enough. Now, give your old dad
some love, Son!”
“With
pleasure, Dad.” I threw my arms around the old man, gave
him a big kiss, and thought he was going to squeeze me in two.
“I lied to your
old man, Son. It was me 'what' wanted to come up here and see
ya.’ ‘Course Blaine did a little.”
“What do you
mean, a 'little,' old man?” Blaine came up behind him. “Lemme' at
‘em!” Blaine pushed in between us and planted a big kiss on me,
too. “Damn, it’s good to see you again, Little Beaver.”
“Good to see you
again, too, bro,— damn good! I thought about the two of you all week
and was hoping I’d get to see you before I entered training.” I said as
I hugged him again.
“How do you know
Master Beryl and Blaine, Beau?” Allen asked.
“Well, Son,”
spoke Blaine as he put his arm about Allen and pulled him close,
“You’re looking at the man who saved me and Wes’ ass’s in Nam. He
carried me damn near forty miles on his back to safety.” Allen’s mouth
fell open. He looked me up and down with awe,
"No,— couldn't
be,— the man who saved Wes was named 'Andy James.' Wes told me
all about him."
"That's his
name, Sweetheart," Blaine assured Allen, "Andrew
Beaureguard James,— same man." “You’re Andy?
The guy Wes talked to me about all the time? You were his lover in Nam?
You’re Andy James, the one he wanted Master Earl to meet in case
anything happened to him? Oh, my God!” Allen’s voice trailed off as
reality set in. He ran to me again as fast as his short little legs
would carry him. I reached down, grabbed him up in my arms, looked at
him, and kissed him on the cheek.
“That’s right
Allen, but I’m a slave just like you and proud of it. I'm also
proud of the man I hope to call my Master. Yes, I was the 'Andy' who
Wes spoke about. I think he's responsible for bringing Master Earl and
me together.”
“Really? Oh,
Beau, you’re wonderful! I love you, Beau! Wes told me I would,
and he was right.”
“I love you,
too, Allen. I’ve been told we look enough a like to be brothers.”
“Oh God, no,
Beau! You’re much prettier than me, but I'll be your little
brother, if you wish?”
“Take a number,
kid! said Billy, everyone laughed.
“Of course you
can be my little brother, Allen. I’d love that.”
“Oh, Beau,
you’re wonderful!”
“Can I have my
slave back for a moment, please.” Master Earl laughed.
“We have all the
food out. Grab a plate and help yourselves. There’s beer, wine or
soft drinks. Whatever,— just ask.”
“Beau,
help with the drinks then headed out to the tables on the patio.”
“Blaine, get in
there and get chur' clothes off, bring me your collar and new
leash.” Big Beryl barked at Blaine.
“Yes,
Master.” Blaine winked at me and rolled his eyes as he left for
the bedroom. I wondered where Blaine would hide this leash? He
returned in a few minutes sans clothes, his collar in hand with
leash. He knelt in front of his Master who carefully locked his
collar in place and attached the leash. They got in line behind
me for food.
“Blaine, you’re
looking handsome in your collar and new leash.” I complemented him.
“Yes, my
hero, I have you to thank for that as well.” he said with a
big sigh.
“Well, Blaine,”
I said, “just look it as a new leash on life.”
Master Beryl
almost dropped his plate from laughter. Blaine was stoic. Blaine
was such a goddamn, good looking, masculine man even without a cock and
balls. His little cunt only made him that much more sexy to me. I
couldn’t look at it for too long or I’d start getting an erection. Was
it because I wanted to fuck it or because I wanted one? Maybe
both.
We all got food,
and I made sure I followed my Master to a table. Allen was right
on my heels, so was Big Dirk, and so was Beryl and Blaine. We had a
great time eating, drinking, relaxing and telling stories. Allen
couldn’t get any closer to me if he tried. Big Dirk kept looking and
frowning at him like, 'Will you give Beau some space?' Allen would just
smile sweetly at his big daddy and then turn his attention back to me.
He listened intently to the story of how Master Earl and I met. Billy
and Oscar supplied stories of the strange evening we found the letters
to all of us in the secret drawer in Master Earl’s desk. These were
stories Beryl and Blaine hadn’t heard and were blown away by the
paranormal aspects.
Beryl and Blaine
told the story of Blaine recognizing me first. Then Blaine
told Breed’s story, how Blaine and I recognized the corpsman he was
describing was me. Master Earl sat and held my hand through most of the
stories as if to offer me strength and support. I was offering the same
to him as he briefly described the contents of each letter from Wes.
They all were dumbfounded. Master Beryl stood up,
“I’ve all ready
told Beau this but the rest of you can hear it, too. I listened
for six Goddamn years about this wonderful young man named 'Andy,' or
'Beau' but never thought I would meet him face to face. I sometimes
wondered if Blaine didn’t make him up because he sounded too good to be
true. Then a week ago this young man walked in to my life, back into my
slave's life, and into our friend Breed’s life. I've seen what his
presence has done to our friend and for us. Our friend is on the road
to recovery, and Blaine and I are closer and more in love than we’ve
ever been. He befriended an unhappy young slave-boy, the slave-boy’s
distraught Master, and turned their lives around with one simple act of
kindness.
We've seen what
he's doing for our beloved brother and we find it good. Last week, I
took the liberty of initiating him into our family and into my
immediate family as well. Beau, we all need you in this family of
ours and most of all we need you to need us as well.” Everyone was
“Here! Hereing!” Master Earl put his big arms around me because I’d
never been touched like that before in my life and was about to lose it.
“I need you good
folks much more than you might ever need me.”
“Well said, my
good and faithful slave. To own you will be to own a treasure.”
“To family!”
said Big Dirk as he held his glass high.
“To
family!” We all raised our glasses and drank. I slipped my arm
around Allen and squeezed him. He reached up and kissed me behind the
ear as his husband, the bear, smiled on. The rest of the afternoon was
spent in groups around the pool and Allen cut Master Earl’s hair in his
usual squared away flat top. Then he offered to cut mine. I didn’t want
long hair anymore. I told him to crew cut. Everyone gathered to watch
as he got closer and closer to finishing. Allen got this funny look on
his face, Big Dirk kept turning his head away and laughing, shaking his
head. Big Beryl and Blaine’s mouth’s were open and all the rest were
smirking and laughing. I thought Allen had done a number on my head,
and I was going to look like a rat or something.
"Why is everyone
looking at me funny? Allen, did you gap my hair? I don’t care,
Sweetheart, it’s all right. It’ll grow back.” Master Earl
walked out of the house with a large standing mirror and stood it in
front of me. My hair looked great. Allen did a good job. Then I saw
Allen smiling over my shoulder. It was like looking back at a
tiny version of myself. The likeness was incredible.
“Oh, now I see
what everyone is smiling about. All I can say, Allen, is you are
one handsome son of a bitch.” Allen just went into rails of
laughter and hugged me.
“You like your
hair cut, Beau?”
“Like it, little
brother? Hell no, I love it! It looks great! What do you think,
Master?” Master Earl grabbed Allen up and kissed him and told him,
“Thanks for both
of us slave-boy! You done good, kid!” Allen just beamed.
“Anyone
else?” He asked.
“Hell, yes,
youngster, if you’re not tired?” said Master Beryl.
“Love, too,
Master Beryl. What do you want?”
“Just like my
boy, Beau’s, there. That looks good to me.”
“Yes, Sir,
Master.” Allen was in heaven.
The afternoon
progressed like a dream. I got into the pool with Blaine, Allen, Billy
and Oscar. Then Beryl shucked off his clothes and joined
us. We took turns playing keep away using Allen for a ball. He
was the center of attention and loving it. The next thing I knew my
Master swam up behind me and put his arms around me. Big Dirk was the
last to join us. I finally got my first look at Big Dirk in the raw. He
was huge all over. I can certainly see why Allen loved him. The human
body must be one Hell of a machine for Allen to accommodate him. He
caught me looking at him and winked. I gave him the thumbs up and an
okay sign. He swam up to Master Earl, and I and smiled at him. Dirk
slipped his huge hairy arm around my waist and gently pulled me away
from Master Earl with my backside to his front. He said loud enough for
Master Earl to hear,
“I saw you check
me out, slave-boy.”
“You certainly
did, Master Dirk, and I was impressed. I’m happy for my little
brother. He has, perhaps, one of the finest looking bears I’ve
ever seen for a Master. He’s a very lucky, little man.”
“So's your old
man, Son. See, I wasn’t kidding earlier.” I looked down and
the monster had grown into a big monster.
“Boy, is Allen
gonna’ get it tonight.” he said as he swam away laughing. Master
Earl put his arms around my waist and spoke to me quietly in my ear,
“The way you
handle people amazes me sometimes, slave. You are so forthright with
them they can’t misconstrue your meaning or fault you. Dirk really
likes you. I’ve never seen him be that forward with any other
slave. He knows I wouldn’t be upset and openly telling you that
in front of me his way of complimenting both of us. By the way,
Son, Beryl and Blaine told me about Button and what you
did. They received a phone call from Button’s Master. He was in
tears, he was so grateful for whatever you said to his slave. He
wanted to know if there was anyway he could have you visit as his
second slave for a weekend. You made a big impression on him, his boy
and everyone else there, too. I know Zack pretty well. Zack
told me the medical tragedy of having to remove Button’s penis. It
seems the doctors think the cancer was the result of abuse from foster
homes.”
“I didn’t really
do all that much. I just told the kid to be proud of who he was.
Be proud of his old man who thought enough of him to stand by him and
love him through his loss. Serve him, show him love and in doing
so he would find happiness for himself as well.”
“Well, Hell,
Beau, that’s sound advice for anyone. No wonder the kid has a new
outlook. That was really thoughtful of you to tell him.”
“Thank you,
Master, I don’t think about it when I do something, I just do it. I try
to follow my heart. Master Jeb taught me that. So far it’s worked
for me, and I'll always be in his debt.” We got out of
the pool and I helped Billy, Oscar and Blaine make drinks for everyone.
I was surprised the three Masters didn’t rush to put their clothes back
on. Big Beryl rubbed against me every chance he got, held me, and led
me around by my leash all afternoon. The evening got cooler and Master
Earl made a fire in the fire place. He brought out old quilts and
blankets and we all lay together in front of the fire talking quietly.
Allen crawled up into Big Dirk’s lap and looked like he belonged there.
You could see how much the big man adored his slave. He would tease and
torment Allen, then would laugh and kiss him like a rag doll. Allen’s
little cunt was like the rest of him, small. I just couldn’t imagine
it. How could that big man get all of himself into that tiny
body? I wasn’t about to ask.
I lay with my
back against Master Earl’s hairy chest, his arms around me, petting me.
I was the only slave there with my cock intact. I felt almost out of
place and yet, somewhat special. It was a wonderful day and a better
evening. No one talked about anything too heavy and the old timers
caught up on who was where doing what to whom. After a couple
more drinks I was beginning to nod off. Blaine was all ready asleep
with his head in his old man’s crotch and Allen was peacefully
breathing lightly rocked in the huge arms of Ursus Major, the great
bear. Oscar was asleep with Billy’s arm around him. It has to say
something about a host when your guest feel so comfortable they aren’t
afraid they’re going to offend you by slipping off to the land of Nod.
Master Earl told
Dirk to take one of the downstairs guest bedroom and Beryl to take the
other. Dirk picked Allen up in his huge arms, cradled him like a baby,
rocked him gently, and kissed him on the forehead. Allen didn’t
open an eye. The tiny dancer was safe and secure in the arms of his
giant bear. Between them there was no doubt who was the Master or who
was the slave; however, after you got to know them you realized
Dirk was a slave to Allen’s love and Allen was a slave to Dirk’s
strength and goodness. Did it matter? Of course not. They made it work.
The old man
surprised me by picking up Blaine who didn’t resist. I knew Beryl
was big, but when he picked up Blaine like a sack of flour, I realized
just how big a man he was. He leaned over, kissed me and Master
Earl on his way, and whispered goodnight. Billy woke Oscar and they
padded off to their bedroom. I was alone with my handsome Master.
I lay there in his arms for a while then spoke to him softly,
“I love you,
Master. My love for you continues to grow by the day, by the hour. I
feel complete when I’m with you. You’re the only person in my life who
has ever asked me to commit to anything.”
“I’m glad I had
the sense to ask a commitment from you. I fell in love with you that
afternoon on Silverlake Blvd. and it’s been a non-stop roller coaster
ride ever since. I’m loving every minute of it. Come, good slave, let’s
retire to our den and let your old man make gentle love to his boy.”
“Whatever you
need, Master, is yours to take.”
“What your old
man needs right now is some sweet, slave-boy lovin’”
“And you’ll have
the very best, Master.”
We slowly moved
to the bedroom leaning on each other for support. We weren’t
drunk, we were tired from the day, but it was worth it.
“Master?” I asked
“Yes, Son?”
“Next weekend?”
“Yes?”
“Will it be
ours, alone?”
“I'd like that,
would you?”
“Very much, Sir.”
“Then we’ll
close our doors to the outside world and spend the weekend with each
other.”
“That would be
wonderful. I think we both need that before I enter training.”
“I agree, my
slave,— I agree.”
I helped my
Master undress. He removed my collar and plug. He didn’t want me
wearing that stuff to bed. He knew the body next to him was his
faithful slave and a collar or plug wasn’t gonna’ make that much
difference. Besides, he often liked to take me in the middle of the
night and I needed to be ready.
True to his word
we made wonderful love. I lay there in his arms thinking about a
house full of relatives who loved us and in such a short time I felt
like I had come to know and love them equally. I thought about each
individual unit of love involved with each couple and two individuals.
What power there was in these strong bonds and how fragile they might
be as well. For tonight, providence smiled on this house and love
abided keeping watch at each threshold against the evils of the world.
It guarded and protected like Cerberus, the giant, seven headed dog,
brays against intruders at the gates of Hell. Pass this dwelling, small
minds and foul spirits,— we are family.
End Chapter 15 ~
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