“What gracious
womb gave life unto my Master’s gentle heart? Then fed him
truths from breasts so filled with nature’s kindest feast, he could but
walk in paths of passion, honor, greatness set apart, demanding love,
his rod of iron, to tame his slave’s unworthy beast.” Canto 29 ~
Slave’s Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous
The next morning
my Master awoke with his manhood stiff as a battering ram and knocking
at my back door. I excused myself and ran to the shower to quickly
clean myself. I returned to his bed but he managed to drift back to
sleep. As I lay down beside him he was awake again.
“May I pleasure
my Master this morning, Sir?”
“What did you
have in mind, slave?”
“Fucking you,
Sir?” His face slowly became a wry smile.
“Fucking me,
slave?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“No disrespect
intended, Sir, it’s not what you think. I would humbly request
permission to mount you and fuck you with my ass, Sir.” He looked
at me with a changed heart.
“That was a
trust test, wasn’t it, Son?”
“Not in the
least, Sir, it’s more like a smart ass slave-boy yanking your
chain in hopes I could give you something new.”
“You don’t want
to risk having your Master work you over for yanking his chain, do you?”
“If I really
please you, Sir, may I still be punished?” Master roared
with laughter.
“I’ve heard
that’s how you got your ass worked over by Dad Beryl in the desert.”
“Yes, Sir.” I
replied quietly.
“I’ll consider
working you over, slave, but let’s not confuse it with
punishment. Because, when I really do need to punish you, and I
will, it won’t be enjoyable. You won’t ask for seconds. It will be for
correction, not sexual stimulus. Did you feel Master Beryl was
punishing you?”
“Oh God, no,
Sir! Some folks might look at it that way, but it’s hard for me
to think of it as punishment when I wanted as badly as he needed to
give. After he cut me down and took me it was as if we joined as
one. He took me as his son. I felt I became his son. I’m not slighting
my bond with ‘dad’ at work. It’s just different. The relationships were
arrived at differently. I’m beginning to believe a man may have many
fathers and more than one ‘Master’ but each will be unique. I
guess what I’m seeking is a closer bond with you. I want to feel with
you what I felt with Master Beryl. Is that wrong of me?”
“Not when you
explain yourself in that clear a manner. As your Master
I’ll set parameters from time to time for your benefit as well as
for my control. Since I understand what you’re getting at I can assure
you we’ll have many times of close bonding. You’ve asked for my trust,
now give me yours. I’ll take you there when I feel it’s time for us. In
the meantime your first objective should be to please your Master and
not to manipulate him.”
“You’re
right, Master, and I apologize. That’s exactly what I was doing
and I was wrong. I meant it to be humorous and well met, but I
now see it was manipulative. I’m sorry. I trust you. I’ll not play that
game again.”
“Lighten up,
Son, no harm done. Consider it part of your training. It doesn’t
mean I love or think any less of you.”
“Then please,
Master, may I give you pleasure?”
“Gimme’ a kiss
first. Get the bad taste out of your mind.” I kissed him,
he enfolded me in his big arms, held me to assure me he was in control,
and for me to feel comfortable.
“May I have
permission to mount your horse, Master?”
“Permission
granted, slave.” I spread saliva all over his huge cock and
sucked on the head for a bit. Then I positioned my ass with his huge
head firm against my back door.
I reached back
with both hands, spread my cheeks and sank to the base in one swift
plunge. It took his breath away.
“Holy b’jesus,
slave, nice mount! If the rest is as good, I promise you a bonding
experience soon.” I started with some general riding but very smooth.
I’d been fucked enough by my Cadillac I knew this was going to have to
be a different ride. He was not an untamed bronco I only had an eight
second buzzer to meet. I had time to build up and shift gears to ride
my Cadillac up the hill. I could ride in comfort and style, and
proceeded to do so. Damn, he felt good inside me. I held my right hand
tight against my belly pulling inward to feel the huge head of his dick
as it passed my hand. He felt it, too, and moved his hips in an upward
thrust to help get a little more of the good stuff. I wanted this
to be memorable for him as well as good for me whether he allowed me to
come or not.
“May your slave
get his, too, Master?”
“I’ll trust you
to be the judge of that, slave,— if you're satisfied you’ve pleasured
your Master first.”
“Thank
you, Sir.” I returned my attention to what I was doing. I
closed my eyes and began to shift gears knowing approximately the good
stroking rhythm my Master liked to use to get himself to start to climb
the hill. I opened my eyes long enough to see it was having its
desired effect and once again shifted gears. I shortened my stroke and
began slamming my ass hard against the base of his horse. He began to
moan. His eyes were closed, but his head was moving from side to
side. I felt more blood rushing to his all ready engorged cock.
Once again I
shifted gears very smoothly and knew I had him, as he began to raise
his hips off the bed to meet my thrust. I was holding on by a thread
when I felt his flow begin. My sphincter began to try to bite his dick
off. I shot three feet in the air to land on his chest as he held
me in the air with his back arched. I lifted almost off of him, slammed
back again to meet his arched base as he filled me the second time, and
we repeated once more. He got the last of me onto his handsome chest.
We relaxed,— collapsed,— I fell on top of him,— spent,— but
happy. All of a sudden, all Hell broke loose with applause,
whistles, and cat calls.
“Well done,
slave!”
“Good job.”
“Great
performance.”
“Me next.”
Master and I
turned, and there was the entire peanut gallery. They sneaked in the
room while we were in the throws of passion and unaware of their
presence. They witnessed the final moments of our union. It hardly
phased Master as he put his arms around me and kissed me.
“Just go with
it,— ” he whispered then returned to kissing me passionately. I sat
back with his big dick still in me. The crowd was rowdy and
enthusiastic. They all gathered around, and Allen jumped on the bed.
“Oh, Beau,— you
were great,— just great! You came without touching yourself.
That's wonderful! How ju' do that? How's it feel, Master
Earl?” My Master laughed and rolled his eyes back in his head.
“See, my slave,—
you leave your bedroom door open, and see what happens?”
“Hell, it
weren’t open,— I opened it!” Laughed Big Beryl. “We wanted
to watch, and I’m glad we did. How ‘bout you guys?” They
all agreed applauding in whistling again.
“Isn’t this
carrying the family thing a little far, gentlemen?”
“Gosh, I don’t
think so, Master Earl,” said Dirk smiling. “look what it did for me!”
His old cock was sticking straight out. “I guess I ain't as
straight as I use to be.” he chuckled.
“Your dick sure
is.” observed Blaine. Everyone laughed at poor Dirk's erection while I
took another couple of strokes on my Master’s good dick. He looked at
me and winked.
“Damn,— that be
some fine ass fucking, Son.” They all went nuts applauding and
laughing again.
“Come on,
Oscar,— let’s go start breakfast.” Billy said to Oscar.
“I’ll help.”
said Blaine as he got off the bed. He came around and gave me a
kiss and a hug.
“Looked good to
me, Hero. Teach me to do that for my old man?”
“With my good
Master’s permission.”
Allen threw his
arms around my neck.
“You were great,
Beau! I know how good that big thing feels. I’m so happy he’s got
you.” He kissed me and was away with the others to fix breakfast.
Dirk came around the side of the bed and Beryl was sitting on the other
side. Dirk wanted get a better view. Master winked at me as
he read my mind.
“May I kiss it,
Master Dirk?” He got a funny smile on his face and moved a little
closer as he held his massive cock in one hand. I gently kissed the
head and ran my tongue into his piss slit. Then, I ran my tongue around
and under his foreskin and cleaned it. I finished by kissing it
again.
“Damn,— that was
fine, slave,— gimme’ a kiss.” He threw his big hairy arms around
me and pulled me half way off my Master’s cock, kissed me passionately
then dropped me to slam back down on Master’s dick.
“Thank you,
Master Dirk,— for all three.”
“My pleasure,
Son,— my pleasure.” He laughed. He left to get dressed or
check on Allen.
“They all love
you guys.” said Big Beryl. “I have to include myself in that,
too.” he said sheepishly.
“You know we
love you, too, Beryl.” Master Earl told him. “Gimme’ another
couple strokes, Son.” I complied and made them good ones.
“Holy shit!”
said Big Beryl.
“You want to
fill 'em up, too, Beryl? You got another ride in you, Son?”
“For my Dad?
Absolutely Master, with your approval.”
“I get to watch
and coach. What da’ ya’ say, Beryl?”
“Son of a
bitch, I’ve been wanting to have him do that to me, ain’t I,
Beau?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Earl, he asked me if I would ride him sometime.”
“Well,— pull off
of me, boy, and let your dad in the saddle.” He kissed me, and I
pulled off of his dick. Master Beryl was under me in a
minute. I started lathering him up and got him good and slick.
“You won’t be
able to mount this old man like you did me, Son.” said Master
Earl.
“I’ll take that
bet, Earl!” Master Beryl said. I positioned myself over him with his
huge mushroom head lodged at my back door.
“Go for it,
Son,— show your Master what you can do.”
“You got it,
Dad.” I took the whole thing to the base in one lunge.
Master Beryl's cock took my breath away. It was big!
Wooah! The old man filled me up. Master Earl stretched out on the
bed along side of us. Big Beryl looked over at Earl.
“Earl, honey,—
ya’got churself a prize here! Woah! Son,— that feels so
damn good up there.” Master Earl laughed at Big Beryl’s pleasure.
“I’m proud of
the little shit. He’s got my heart locked up six ways from
Sunday. You give him a good ride, slave, hear?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Earl.” I started
“Beau, honey,—
do you mind if Blaine watches? You know what we talked about?”
“If my Master
approves, Dad.” Big Beryl looked at Earl.
“I’ll get
him!” said Master Earl. He went to the door and motioned
for Blaine to come to the door. “Your Master wants you.” Blaine
entered the room and saw what was going on and got the biggest smile on
his face.
“I want you to
watch, honey. Get some ideas. I’m gonna’ start training you to
fuck me this a’ way.”
“Yes,
Dad.” He didn’t say anymore but sat on the floor next to
the bed. Master locked both doors, but there came a knock on the other
door. Master went to the door and let Big Dirk in.
“You wanna’
watch my slave ride the big one?” he asked Dirk.
“Hell, yes!”
said Big Dirk. He sat down by Blaine and put his big hairy arm
around him. I started my ride slowly and purposely with Big
Beryl. He was beginning to make some low moaning sounds. I could feel
his lowest bass tones vibrating up his long pole like he was a battery
operated rubber husband. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to pull
this off with Big Beryl; however, I remembered enough about the
couple of fucks he threw into me in the desert, he was similar to Big
Jim. He liked to fuck an ass until there was absolutely no resistance
to his big cock and he could feel the conquest of taking what he
needed,— what he demanded. Those few special moments were like getting
down to the heart of an artichoke. You’ve worked every leaf, raked
larger and larger leaves over your teeth, and suddenly, there you
are, unexpectedly, at the heart, it gives itself up to you in a moment
of discovery, the final few thrusts into your mouth, the orgasm
of the fruit. You’ve worked faithfully and hard for a moments feed. So
it is with sex.
That’s why smart
men, Masters, take on slaves to do the work for them. I began to take
longer strokes on his tent pole with gradually increasing speed.
Big Beryl’s eyes were closed, but I could tell he was getting close as
his big full face was beginning to look flushed with blood and his
breathing was becoming shorter. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dirk
take Blaine’s hand and place it around his rock hard dick. Blaine
got a knowing smile on his face and whispered something to Big Dirk who
nodded approval. Master Earl didn’t miss what was going on and gave up
his place beside Big Beryl for Blaine and Dirk. Blaine lay on his back
and Big Dirk gently climbed on top as Blaine guided Dirk’s massive dick
into his man-cunt.
Big Beryl was so
comfortable, he was oblivious to what was going on. His animal was in
its rut and could care less. He was beginning to shake from the
hard, swift strokes I was taking and the motion of big Dirk plowing my
bro’s red earth was making me almost to hot to control my shot. Then it
happened, Master Beryl started yelling his chant to God and all that
was holy, arching his back to my hardest thrust, exploded deep in my
hole combining his come with my Master’s heavy load. I could feel
him shoot, shoot, and shoot again. I began to milk his big dick
with my ass sucking as much of his man come out as I could get while he
continued to moan and move under me.
About that time
the great bear next to me unloaded a huge wad of bear seed in my
handsome brother’s pussy. Blaine got his right at the same time
as I watched his eyes roll back in his head and he pulled the Bear
deeper into him so he could get the best of the monster stroking his
inverted cock to climax. I shot at the same time Blaine got
his. It was so hot and Big Beryl laughed to see more ropes of my
slave come landing all over his big hairy chest. I collapsed on
top of him and it was Master Earl’s turn to have the last laugh as he
applauded both parties. Big Beryl was kissing me on top of my head as I
began to thank him for allowing his slave son to pleasure him, and how
honored I was to have his come inside me. I could hear Blaine
softly telling Big Dirk similar thanks. Then Big Dirk kissed
Blaine quite passionately. He turned to Master Beryl. “Please,—
forgive us, Master Beryl,— for not asking permission, but you looked
like you had just stepped through the gates of heaven.”
“Did he give you
a good fuck, Son?” Big Beryl asked Dirk with a smile.
“God yes,
Sir,— I have to admit I’ve been wanting to get into Blaine for several
years now, and he was every bit as good as I imagined. Beau, you
really turned us both on. I’m gonna’ buy a ticket from your
Master for a ride in the future if I can talk him into it. I know
your Master has found the right slave, Son.”
“Once more I’m
amazed.” said my Master as he hugged me and kissed me. “Okay, you
slaves get in the shower. The guys are gonna’ have breakfast
ready in a minute, and we haven’t done anything to help them.”
Blaine and I padded off to the shower. I locked the bathroom door
behind us.
“I saw that,”
said Blaine, “and, I know why you did it!”
“Okay, okay,—
you’ve got my number, but I just have to taste it.” He threw his
head back and laughed at me.
“Damn it,— I
wanted to taste it, too. I’ve always wondered what bear come
would taste like?”
“Well,— let me
suck it out, and we’ll share it.”
“Now that’s what
I call cooperation, my hero, and that name was never more apt than now.
You better hurry. It’s starting to come down the chute.” I got on my
knees and started receiving Big Dirk’s come in my mouth, lapping
it with my tongue. When I had a good bit of it in my mouth I
stood and kissed Blaine transferring approximately half of it to him.
“Damn, that’s
not bad.” said Blaine.
“Yeah, it’s
sweeter than most I’ve tasted, but it has a nice robust after
taste. Almost like you would imagine a wild animal would taste.”
“There’s more
coming down,— I want another shot.”
“Me, too.”
I collected another bigger mouth full this time and shared it with my
bro. We were like two wine buyers in Napa sampling the latest
vintage. We laughed at our silliness, then got into the shower.
Blaine held me, I held him, and for no reason we both started
crying. We weren’t unhappy. It just hit us at the same time
how lucky we were to be alive, together, and enjoying each other.
I truly felt like Blaine had become my brother and would remain so for
the rest of our lives. I was glad we found each other.
“I love you so
much, Blaine.” I told him as he sobbed deeply as I held him tight.
“I’m not easy to
love,— I know you mean it, and your words are like gold to me, my
little brother. Like Breed, how can I ever thank you for my life?
How can I ever tell you how much you mean to me?”
“If I hadn’t
found you, what I did to get you guys out of those cages would have
remained repressed memories, and maybe, I never would've understood the
importance of it. I think I know what you’re feeling. If I
couldn’t, who could? I will have to say,— as I watched Dirk
fucking you,— for a minute, I wanted to be you. That was so
fucking hot. Think dad would ever let me try you again?”
“Are you
kidding? You have a Blaine cunt gold card,— anytime, anywhere. He
and I all ready talked about it. If it helps you resolve some
things it’s here for you.”
“Gees!
That’s special! Tell me, how was Big Dirk? Did it
feel like you had a bear inside you?”
“Well, there’s
no fuck better'n my old man. You should know.”
“He’s pretty
fucking awesome, bro!” I agreed with Blaine.
“I knew the
first night he got that huge thing in me I would be a slave to that
piece of meat for the rest of my life, but Big Dirk was not too damn
shabby. He's one of the only men other than dad whose come close to
filling me up. He’s fatter than dad and sure set me off when my
inverted cock started to swell inside.”
“Listen to
us! We’re talking like two old whores.” I said to Blaine as
we were toweling ourselves after our shower.
“Well,— ?” said
Blaine. We fell out laughing. There was a knock on
the door. I opened it and Master Earl came into bathroom.
“Breakfast is
almost ready, guys. I’ll be out in a minute, slave. Get your
collar and plug ready for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Part II ~ The
Good Shepherd
And when the
good shepherd had gathered together the flock he discovered one
missing. He left the Ninety and Nine and went into the wilderness
to find the one who strayed.~ A parable of
Jesus Christ~
There was still
things that needed to be done to get breakfast for everyone. Oscar ran
the kitchen like an Army General and didn’t submit to any Master who
dared try to cross into no man’s land,— as Oscar deemed the kitchen
area. Allen and Billy were busy getting food together under Oscar’s
watchful eye. He was like a conductor of a symphony orchestra.
Never missed a cue and everyone played together. Loudly! Everyone
was in great spirits as we sat down on the patio to eat. No one
bothered to dress. It was late in the morning and everyone was
finishing their coffee when the engine of a Harley stopped in the car
port of Master’s house. I was helping Allen and Billy clean up the
dishes in the kitchen. Master Earl was in the kitchen with us and
opened the door to the car port.
I couldn’t
recognize the riders until the driver took his helmet off. My
God! It was my boss, Sam,— in full leather. Was he
hot? Son of a bitch! My boss transformed into a vision of
masculine, biker pulchritude. From now own, when I called him
“Master Sam” it would be with a much greater respect. I was prepared to
start now. The man behind him was an incredibly handsome Japanese
man with a close cut flat top. He obviously worked out and was in
top condition.
“Sam!
Yoshie!” Master Earl held his arms out to both. Sam hugged,
slapped Master Earl on the back, and kissed him on the neck.
Yoshie dropped to his knees and kissed Master Earl’s boots.
Master earl gave him his hand, Yoshie took it, kissed the back, then
put it to his forehead in the ritual manner.
“Rise,
slave Yoshie and let us share love.” Yoshie jumped up and threw
his arms around Master Earl and gave him a big kiss. “Yoshie!
It’s so good to see you again. I’m sorry I haven’t had you two
over sooner but it’s so good to see you now. I promise it won’t be so
long next time.”
“We understand,
Master Earl, It’s so good to see you again.”
“Come in, come
in, you’re more than welcome.”
I fell to my
knees in front of Master Sam, and kissed both his boots. I found his
hand, smiled as I kissed, it and placed it to my forehead.
“Get up here,
tiger, you handsome devil, and show your Master,--- your boss
your love.” I didn’t hesitate. The first time I ever kissed
my boss and I wasn’t going to hold back. He didn’t either as
Yoshie giggled.
“Beau, I’d like
you to meet my slave-boy and love of my life, Yoshie. Yoshie, this is
the young man who you've heard about now for over three years.” I
held Yoshie at arms length looking at him, and he was smiling real big
at me.
"God, Master
Sam, you never told me your nephew was such a stunningly handsome
man.” Yoshie threw his arms around my neck and kissed me.
“I’ve wanted to
meet you for a long time, Beau, but dad here just wasn’t sure if you
were one of us.”
“I told him if
there was anyone in my life I would suspect being a Master it would be
him. Sure enough, I was delightfully surprised. Come in and
welcome to you both.”
“Beau,
would you show Yoshie where he can get undressed?”
“Certainly,
Master Sam, you may want to later. Everyone’s in the raw.”
“Later then,
Son.”
“Yes, Sir,
Master, come Yoshie.” I took Yoshie to our bedroom and drew the
blinds to the patio for privacy.
“Would you mind
waiting for me, Beau, and we’ll go out together? It’s a little
easier for me if I’m with someone.”
“I don’t mind at
all, Yoshie, and I certainly understand. Its been a little hard
for me to get use to parading nude in front of everyone; although,
everyone out there is nude at the moment. I hope we’re not too
scarey for you.” Yoshie laughed.
When Yoshie took
his clothes off and turned around to face me I know I registered a look
of shock. His body was perfect. I thought oriental men had
small dicks? Not this oriental man,— Yoshie was impressive. He was
bigger than me and perfectly formed. You could see every muscle
in his abdomen and pectoral muscles. Enough to make Billy cry in
his prime. He saw my admiration and smiled as he held out his arms to
me. He didn’t have to ask twice, and I was holding him.
“Goddamn,
Yoshie,— you are a fucking beautiful man.”
“You ain’t so
bad yourself, Beau. Dad comes home and tells me another Beau and
Jake story every day and has us both in stitches. Tells me it’s
all he can do to keep from going around your bay and playing with your
plug with his boot.” We both laughed. “He thinks the world of
you, Beau, and would go to the wall for you.”
“He all ready
has, Yoshie.”
“Beau, you’ve
gotta’ tell me later about Jake. I think he is the sexiest Devil
I’ve seen in a long time. To think, my brother slave is getting to ride
that Italian stallion. Woooah! Makes me weak in the
knees.” We roared with laughter.
“You got it
love,— tell you anything you wanna’ know. Jake is a love.”
“Oh, and thanks,
Beau.”
“What
for?” Yoshie turned around and bent slightly so I could see his
ass. He was wearing a new plug exactly the same size as mine.
Again we fell out laughing, “Wait here and I’ll get your Master,— my
boss-man, Master.” We laughed as I walked away to get Sam.
Master Earl got
Sam a cup of coffee and led him to the patio.
“Son of a bitch,
Sam Jenkins!” Master Beryl yelled. Blaine jumped up to
follow his Master. “How long has it been, Sam? Three, four
years?”
“Almost four
years, I’d guess, you old reprobate! Gimme' me a hug!”
“Give you more'n
that.” Master Beryl laughed and kissed him as well. “We’ve
missed you. You better have a damn good reason for ignoring
us.” he winked at Sam as he laughed.
“I think I just
might, Beryl.” Blaine dropped in front of him and went through
the Master/slave ritual.
“God, Master
Sam, it’s so damn good to see you again and you look great. You’ve been
working out.
“Thanks for
noticing, Blaine. I’ve had too to keep up with my new slave.
“New
slave?” Beryl and Blaine asked together. “Where is he?”
“Beau took him
to get undressed,— he’ll be out in a minute." I walked to the
sliding doors and motioned to Master Sam to follow me.
“Excuse me,
gentlemen, and I’ll fetch my new slave for you to meet. I led Sam
into our bedroom and Yoshie was ready with collar and leash.
“You
ready, Son? Yoshie fell to his knees and kissed each of
Sam’s big boots gently and lovingly. I got a big lump in my
throat. When he kissed Sam’s hand, his Master spoke gently.
“Rise,....” He
looked deep into his handsome slave’s dark brown eyes and spoke
softly. “I love you so much, and I’m very proud of you.”
“I love you,
too, Master, and I’ll walk behind you with the pride I feel in being
your possession.”
I followed them
to the patio as Master Sam led his gorgeous slave, Yoshie, on his
leash. More than one mouth dropped to the patio deck. The old man and
Blaine broke down in tears of joy and took several minutes to compose
themselves. Then they were all over Yoshie. Fuck rituals! The lost lamb
had been found. There was not a dry eye on the deck including the big,
rough, tough, bear. Allen had to get him several napkins to wipe his
eyes and runny snout. Everyone was hugging Sam and Yoshie. It was
like two long lost family members finally came home and everyone was
ready to kill the fatted calf. They were family in the truest sense of
the word. They had returned to the fold.
The old man, the
good shepherd, felt his heart was at peace. A resolve of a long held
emotional doubt like the final three/five chord resolve of a Bach
chorus that finally nails the dominant to the soul. The resolution of
peace to the soul that has brought more than one non-believer to their
knees. Some to asked, “Was there a God before Bach? Did God
created Bach or did Bach reinvent God?”
“Sam, my friend,
my brother. If I tried to consider a Master for Yoshie, I
couldn’t have come up with someone better'n you. I’m thrilled and
had no idea. Did you Blaine?”
“No, Dad, never
crossed my mind. I agree! Master Sam is the best, Yoshie. You always
have been a fine looking brother slave but you lucked out when you
caught Master Sam’s eye.” Yoshie smiled at Blaine and nodded his
agreement.
“You’re
finishing med school, Yoshie?” Big Beryl asked him.
“Yes, Master
Beryl, I have three months of school left and then I enter Queen of
Angels intern program.”
“Damn, Yoshie,
we’re so proud of you. I don’t need to ask if you’re
happy.” Yoshie threw his arms around the old man and kissed him
hard.
“Does that tell
you, my good hearted Master?” Old Beryl started crying again and
Yoshie held him tight.
“Thank you,
Son,— Blaine and I hoped we did the right thing.”
“You did,— you
did, and I have you two to thank for my happiness.” He reached
over and grabbed Blaine and pulled him to the both of them. “I always
wondered what it would be like to have a good, kind, and loving Master.
I saw you and Blaine and was so heart sick I couldn’t have what you
shared. It was because of your love for each other I found the
strength to walk away from Breed. I was so much in love with him, I
wouldn’t have had the strength by myself. You helped me see the
situation could've been fatal for me.”
“I kept telling
Dad we did the right thing but he’s never felt quite right about the
situation. Breed wanted you to know he knows it wasn’t your
fault. He still loves you. I know you still love him, but
you have a much better life with Master Sam. Put the past behind
you. Breed is on the road to recovery thanks to Dad, me and most of all
Beau.”
Blaine went on
to explain the epiphany Breed experienced with Beau. Yoshie was
agog. He seemed relieved Breed found some peace and wished him
well. Yoshie’s new found happiness with Master Sam had no room
for hatred for Breed or the past.
“Breed left last
Monday on an Ace of Clubs run to the Nevada’s and is planning to go on
several other runs after that. He’s on the road to find himself
and I think he will. Blaine and I go over to his place every day
to check on things. He has a buddy he’s known from several other runs
and they’re riding together. I think Breed has strong feelings for this
man but he’s a rough, rugged, hard charging Master. You think Breed was
mean. This guy makes Breed look like Mother Theresa. He doesn’t say
much but when he does he means it; he’s not to be questioned. Nobody
knows what the guy’s real name is but everyone calls him Captain Nemo.
I think Breed looks up to him like some kind of hero. I doubt seriously
Breed would ever sub for him; however, maybe that’s what he needs, to
learn what being a slave is all about?” We all laughed at Big
Beryl’s estimation. “Sam, don’t stay away any more. We can work around
Breed. Besides, he’s changed a lot and is so embarrassed by what
he did he’s making real efforts to make amends. He’s been in
therapy for almost two years now. I wouldn’t let him do anything to you
or Yoshie.”
“We’ll be more
available; especially, since Yoshie won’t have quite the hectic
schedule he did going to school. He worked his ass off and got
through med school in record time. With a 4.0 grade average, I
might add. I thought you might like a doctor in the family, old
man.”
“We just want
you two back in our lives. We’ve missed you, and I agree, you had
a damn good reason to stay away. We love you for it.”
The doorbell
rang and I went to answer. I looked out the peep hole and saw it was a
fine looking older man I didn’t recognize. I opened the door wide
with no thought to being nude. The gentleman looked me up and
down and smiled a bright smile.
“You must be
Beau.”
“Yes, Master, I
am,— won’t you please come in, and I’ll get my Master. May I give him
your name, Sir?”
“Certainly, Son,
I’m Bertram Dundee.” About that time Master Earl walked into the
living room.
“Master Earl,
may I present Master Bertram Dundee. Master Dundee this is my
good Master, Earl D. Shaw.” The two men shook hands and Master
Earl placed his hand upon the big man’s shoulder and spoke.
“Welcome to our
home, good Master. Our hearts are gladdened by your
presence.”
“I thank you
good Master and this Master comes with peace and love and offers good
fortune to those who dwell here in.”
“Master Dundee,
may I present my slave, Beau. Beau?” Master snapped his
fingers, I fell to Master Dundee's feet and kissed his boots in
ritual. He held his hand for me, I kissed it, then put it to my
forehead.
“Come to me, my
young, well mannered slave and show me love.” I threw my arms
around his neck and he surprised me by meeting my lips and kissing me
dead on. It was a good kiss, too.
“Oscar’s on the
patio.” said Master Earl.
“Beau, will you
get him for Master Dundee?”
“Please,
gentlemen,— Master Bert will do fine.”
Certainly,
Master Bert.” I left to get Oscar. I whispered to Oscar his
potential new Master was here. Then I quietly chastised him.
“Why the Hell
didn’t you tell us he’s that damn good looking?” Oscar just
chortled as he moved quickly to the living room with Billy on his
heels. Getting a better look at Master Bert as Oscar and Billy
paid their respects, I was impressed by his size and physical condition
of the big man. He wore levis, a finely made heavy leather vest and a
beautiful heavy pair of biker boots. He had a full beard and
mustache much like Master Jeb’s. Master Earl got him a cup of
coffee and we all headed for the patio.
“Master
Bert!” Big Beryl hollered to Bert. The two big men hugged
and kissed each other and Blaine fell in front of him for his ritual.
Master Bert hugged and kissed Blaine and began to meet everyone else.
Master Earl grabbed me by the arm and led me back into the house as
three more Harley’s arrived on Master Earl’s car port. These three had
to park on the small siding next to his car port. Master Earl
went out to greet the riders Big Jim, Master Jeb and two more people I
hadn’t met. I assumed they were Master Earl’s friend Master
Claymore and his slave. I remained in the kitchen with no clothes
on as Master asked me to start getting food ready for the afternoon.
I greeted Master
Jeb and Master Claymore in the kitchen. Master Claymore was about Big
Jim's size and age with a fine cut beard and moustache. He was
ruggedly handsome and built like a fire plug. He had a thick neck
and a ruddy complection like he might have been of Scottish descent.
His slave, Zane, was a smaller version except his body was more finely
developed. He could have been a competition body builder. Master Earl
took over and showed Master Claymore to the patio to introduce him
around. He relegated Billy to show Zane where he might remove his
clothes.
The last to
enter with an arm full of chips and beer was my other love, my
giant. We had a few minutes alone in the kitchen where I
gratefully fell to my knees to get a good taste of his big boots.
I kissed his hand but he didn’t wait for me to complete the ritual. He
grabbed me up to him with my one hand as his other big arm went around
my waist. He lifted me off the floor looked me in the eyes and slowly
lowered me to his waiting lips. I was resting on his massive
chest drinking in his love and he mine. One hand was on one of my butt
cheeks and he gently moved it over until he could play with my plug as
he kissed me further. Master Earl walked back into the kitchen.
“Uuh,— have you
two met?” he asked innocently. We laughed. I was
embarrassed. Big Jim set me down as old swinger stood straight up rock
hard. My Master didn’t miss it either. Big Jim grabbed Master
Earl.
“Prepare
yourself, Master, I’m gonna’ do something I’ve wanted to do for a long
time.” Then he gently but forcefully kissed Master Earl. I
was surprised Master Earl kissed him back with equal passion.
“Thank you,
Master Jim, I needed that right now.” We all laughed again.
“Thank’s for
inviting me, Earl, I’m looking forward to the afternoon. Is there
anything I can do to help?”
“Well, I think
we have enough people getting stuff ready, but later if you want to man
the barbeque you may. Nobody’s gonna’ argue with a cook your size.”
“Great, just let
me know.” Master Earl got Big Jim a beer and took him out to the patio
to introduce him to those he didn’t know. He grabbed Billy and
Blaine to help in the kitchen. He showed them what to do then led
me off by my leash to our bedroom. He closed the door after us.
He put his arms around me and hugged me. I hugged him back.
“Is everything
all right, Master?”
“Couldn’t be
better, slave, I just needed to feel close to my boy for a minute.”
“Damn, that’s
sweet, Master. Can your boy please have a kiss?” He didn’t
say a word but gave me the best kiss he ever had since we’d met. I felt
the love in the man’s entire soul come through, and I drank it in like
a man who had been deprived of water for five days.
“Beau, I want to
say something to you.”
“Yes, Master?”
“I appreciate
you being honest with me about Big Jim. It would be harder for me
if you hadn’t, but because you were honest with me I have no problem
with your love for him or his for you. In fact, I’m just a little
proud of it because I know if I need someone to leave you with who
would truly care for you, it will be Big Jim and Master Jeb and,— of
course, the old man and Blaine.” he chuckled, “I don’t know about
that though. The two of you teaming up against that poor old man,
I shudder to think.”
“Don’t kid
yourself, Master, that old man could handle us with one hand behind his
back.” We both fell out laughing. About that time the door
slowly opened and the old man’s head peaked through. Master Earl
and I started laughing all over again and poor Beryl was mystified.
“Come on, you
two,— time to party,— lots of time for intimacy later. Oh, by the
way, Beau, can I have just a little before we go?” What a
clown. I hugged him and we walked out to the kitchen laughing.
Big Beryl looked like an elephant with a misplaced trunk. I got back to
the kitchen and resumed my job. Dirk brought Allen by his leash
into the kitchen.
“Beau, I’m
volunteering my slave for KP duty. Work him ‘til his little fingers are
nubs, but don’t get to close, Beau, you’re like a magnet to him.
I’ve had to hold his leash all morning to give you some peace.” The Big
Bear laughed at his joke, and handed Allen’s leash to me. I took it and
grabbed Allen.
“We know better,
don’t we, bro?”
“No, I’m afraid
dad’s right this time. I really like you, Beau,— I like to be
around you.” I picked him up and sat him on the counter and looked him
in the eyes.
“That’s the
sweetest, most honest thing anyone’s ever said to me, little brother,
and you can stick to me like glue, you’re not gonna’ bother me a
bit.” He threw his little arms around me, hugged me and then
jumped down.
“What can I do
to help, bro?” he asked. I sat him to the task I was doing
and went to get some more chicken from the fridge in the garage. When I
returned Zane joined the group and was helping Allen. Allen turned to
Zane and spoke.
“Isn’t Beau
gorgeous for a slave? He should be a Master.”
“I thought he
was.” said Zane.
“No, no, he’s
Master Earl’s new slave.”
“And, proud of
it,— ” I interrupted over their shoulders. I never heard
someone else frame the words in that way but it struck a chord in me
that resounded to my roots. I ran them over in my mind.
“He’s Master
Earl’s slave.” I was becoming his property. I was becoming
known as an extension of his world and belonged therein. I never
felt that way before in my life. It was another of many
epiphanies that occurred to me in the last few weeks. Master Jeb would
say I had come a log way from the screwed up kid he first met. I
only had one more week before entering training. I was growing so
attached to Master Earl I was beginning to wonder if I could make it
without him. I would have to and so would he. It would be harder
if he wasn’t so supportive of training.
The afternoon
progressed smoothly. Everyone seemed to have a good time. There
was tons of food and anything anyone wanted to drink. I was
surprised no one seemed to get drunk. People were in and out of
the pool. I ended up with Allen trailing around after me all
afternoon. I didn’t mind. Allen was so fucking lovable it was like
having a kid brother tagging along. You couldn’t get upset with
him. His fascination was honest and he didn’t bother to hide
it. If Allen loved you, it wasn’t half way. That’s why the
bear loved him. He would never find a woman to worship him the
way Allen did.
After everyone
was fed, I ended up in the pool with Master Jeb, Allen, Master Earl,
Beryl, Blaine and Big Jim. By this time everyone had their clothes
off. Sam relaxed after a couple of drinks and came out of the
house with no clothes. I thought I’d shit in the water. He had a huge
dick. What’s with these Masters? Maybe that’s why they end
up as Masters. He and Yoshie got in the pool and swam over to us.
I winked at Yoshie.
“Uuh, Boss,—
until a few minutes ago I was convinced you got the best end of the
deal with Yoshie for a slave; however, seeing you walk out of the house
a minute ago I now feel Yoshie got as sweet a deal as you did.”
Yoshie raised his eye brows and grabbed hold of Sam around the neck
from behind and floated in the water.
“When Master Sam
bought me I had never been with him sexually. We went to dinner a
couple of times, but I couldn’t tell much about him physically.
That first night we went to bed, and he turned around after dropping
his pants I thought I was going to faint. After that night I couldn’t
get the smile off my face for a week. I wanted to hang the sheets off
the balcony of our bedroom like they do in Italy the night
after.” They were very much in love and guarded it with zeal.
I began to
recount several stories of Jake and me to Yoshie. A crowd
gathered to listen to my story of Jake fucking my plug not knowing it
was in me and my shooting twice. Yoshie was in stitches.
“When Master Sam
told me that story about the boot print being upside down, I never
laughed so hard in my life. That poor man didn’t have a clue.”
“Don’t kid
yourself,— my Dad Jake’s brain is up in lights. He’s no
dummy. He had the whole thing figured out before afternoon break.
That’s how we got involved.” I went into further detail about our
relationship and how much Jake had come to mean to me.
“Well,— " Master
Sam mused, " the two of you are good for each other. Before you came to
the shop Jake barely got by. Didn’t have much incentive to work
harder to get ahead. He put you through a lot of shit when we
first took you on. I wanted to see who would break first, you or
him. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, but I watched
closely. I wouldn’t have put up with the shit he put you through,
but you beat him at his on game so subtly you won him over;— taught him
how to be a human being at the same time. I used to come home and stomp
around and tell Yoshie, ‘You won’t believe what that son of a bitch
made that kid do today!’”
“Yeah!” said
Yoshie, “Not once but many times.”
“I never, once,
saw you get angry at him. I always saw you do a better job than he
expected. He couldn’t figure you out. So he figured he’d
cut you out by the heavy kidding. Well,— you gave it back to him
as good and many times better than he could. Even the secretaries
in the office have their favorite Jake/Beau story. All those times you
heard the office staff breaking up someone was telling their favorite
Jake/Beau story. So you see, kid, I can’t let you go. The two of
you working together is like watching endless reruns of Abbott and
Costello movies.” Sam roared with laughter. “That afternoon Jake
came in to ask if the two of you could get off thirty minutes early I
knew damn well he was gonna' go fuck you. It was written all over his
face. Didn’t I come home and tell you that, Yoshie?”
“He did,
Beau! He was worried it might change your relationship.”
“It did!” said
Sam, “It changed it into something even better. Jake has become a
first class employee and Beau got rid of the weakest link in our staff
last Thursday. Not only fired the little son of a bitch but beat
the crap out of him as well.”
“Please, Sam,—
I’m not real proud of that. I should’ve handled it in a more
mature manner.”
“Mature, my ass,
— if he’d said to me what he did to you he wouldn’t have walked out of
the damn place.”
“I just don’t
want you to think I handle all situations with violence.”
“If I thought
that you wouldn’t be shop foreman right now, Beau. If you weren’t
violent with Jake the last three years, I really didn’t think you could
be provoked to violence. Boy, was I wrong! I’ve never seen a
fairy get her wings clipped faster'n you did Tom’s. I didn’t
think the four of us were going to get you off of him. Did you see the
two shiners he had the next morning? Improved his looks by fifty
percent; made him almost look like a man. I was in a great mood that
afternoon. Yoshie hadn’t seen me that happy after work in some time. He
even got a little.”
“Yeah!
Thanks for that, Beau. It was a good one, too.” Yoshie
smiled at me.
Master Jeb was
listening to all this but hadn't commented. He managed to come up
behind me and slip his arms around my front and nuzzle me with his
wonderful full beard. I reach my hand back to scratch his head.
“I think our new
slave is going to be a fine addition to our family.”
“I have no
doubt.” said Sam.
Oscar’s new
friend, Master Bert felt comfortable with our group. He and Beryl
knew each other from years ago. He and Master Jeb met several
times before. He was a gentle man who seemed truly interested in
Oscar. Billy was happy for his friend, but you could tell he would feel
the loss of his companion. Bert took off his clothes with everyone else
and was a fine looking, generously endowed Master.
Everyone got
into the mood and spirit of celebration. For Yoshie and Sam
returning to the fold and for Master Earl and me finding each other.
Finally, for me entering into my new life as a slave. Master Earl and I
had a chance to talk with Oscar and Master Bert in the pool.
“Oscar tells me
he and Billy feel you may be a ‘natural slave’ young man.” Master
Bert said to me.
“I didn’t know
what to think when I first heard the term, Master Bert, but I’ve
been assured by almost all our group that it’s a good thing. I
hope it may be true.” Master Bert smiled at me.
“Beau, I had a
natural slave for years who was the joy of my life. I had him
neutered before I ever brought him home. He spent his first week
in the vet’s clinic who was a member of our group. He hadn’t
expected to be neutered, but he knew by the contract he signed it might
be a possibility. He never objected and willingly submitted to the vet
the evening I took him in. He knew when I handed the vet his leash he
was going to loose everything. He adjusted better than I could’ve
ever expected and submitted to my further training with pride and
dignity. In thirty-two years of being my slave he never once said a bad
word to me for having him cut. Until the day he died he
maintained dignity and pride in being my slave. I can recognize a
natural slave among people who have never heard the term. Oscar here is
definitely a natural slave and so is Billy. I knew the minute you
opened the door for me and the pride you radiated, you, too, are a
natural slave. You’ll be a great joy to Master Earl.
If I ever had
any doubt, when you introduced me to your Master and him to me as if
you had known me for a life time was the final act that tipped the
scale. You made me feel like an expected, welcome member of your
family and further made me feel like a respected Master. You know,
Beau,— a man doesn’t become a Master just because he announces to the
world that he is one. It isn’t handed from Master to
Master. It takes a slave to recognize him as such and find him
worthy of trust to call him his Master. You made me feel that again
young man, and I have something to say to your Master in front of
you.” Master Earl had his arms around me playing with my cock and
balls in the water. He kissed me behind the ear as I gently
rubbed his big hands holding my manhood. Master Bert continued.
“I’m from the
old school of Masters who believed that a boy couldn’t be fully trained
to be a good slave unless he was neutered. After living with my slave
all those years, who was a natural as well, there were many times I
wished I never had him cut. I never expressed that to him. I
didn’t want to undermine his determined adjustment and dignity. I’m not
trying to tell anyone what to do but simply provide your good Master
with my experience and regrets. Please don’t misunderstand my
motives, but to be honest, Master Earl, your intended slave boy has
done exactly what I was warned he would do.”
“And that is,
Master Bert,— ?” My Master inquired.
“He’s captured
my heart.” Oscar, Master Earl and I laughed.
“He has that
effect on a lot of people, Master Bert, and I appreciate you sharing
your experience and wisdom with us.”
“You want to
take it from there, my slave-boy.”
“Yes, Sir,
Master.” I replied respectfully, “Thank you for the kind words, Master
Bert. I haven’t been around this group that long but I’m getting
better at knowing who deserves to be called a Master and who might be
playing at it. I try to show equal respect to both out of respect
and love for my Master who wishes me to be his good, well met,
slave. I would be dishonoring him to make a decision someone
didn’t deserve to be shown my respect as a Master. When I opened the
door, I knew immediately you were the expected Master my brother
Oscar invited. I also knew you deserved to be called Master and not be
shown pedestrian respect. As far as my Master’s choice of
modifying my body, I can’t become his slave without giving him that
option.
I’m not entering
in to slavery as a ‘try it for a while to see if I like it’
situation. I have to make a commitment. If Master Earl is
going to make a commitment to make a claim for me, then I have to
become his total slave. I know he wants the same because we’ve
discussed it. I won’t be gambling on his love and goodness, that
he may not choose to remove them, I fully understand it’s his
decision to make. I will make the best of it, serve him and love him
nonetheless. It would be a small price to pay to be owned, love, honor,
and obey this handsome Master. Your words may or may not have an
influence on him, but I appreciate you sharing with us. It tells me you
care enough to express an opinion whether it be popular or not.
In a way, it was a brave thing to do. Something, only a
true Master might do in admitting he changed his mind. Thank you
Master Bert, for that.”
Master Bert
grabbed me away from Master Earl gently and pulled me to him.
“Master Earl, he
truly is a ‘natural slave’ and you, Sir, are a very lucky man.” Master
Bert kissed me gently and hugged the both of us. Whether he took
Oscar for his slave or not, the man would be welcome in my Master’s
home anytime.
Part III ~ Time
After Time
“Now that, more
nearest even your fate and mine (or any
truth beyond preceive) Quivers this
miracle of summer nights
Her trillion
secrets touchably alive
While all
mysteries which I or you (blinded by
merely things believable) Could only fancy
we should never know Are unimaginably
ours to feel”
Canto 47 ~
Slaves Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous
The party lasted
until the early evening. Everyone seemed to be having a good time
and no one was in a rush to leave. We retired to the tables and
chairs on the patio. Master Claymore was telling a story of a run
he and Zane were on where a fat biker woman developed a crush on Zane,
insisting she had to have him. Zane graciously explained to her
he was a gay man and in a Master/slave relationship with Master
Claymore. She just knew she could change him. She begged
Zane to give her a chance. Poor Zane was at his wits end and as he told
the story Master Claymore was not helping much. He was sitting
back chuckling to himself waiting for the inevitable. Zane came
to his Master almost in tears.
“What am I to
do, Master Wolf? She insists she's going to get into my
pants. She won’t leave me alone.” he pleaded.
“Tell her since
I own you she must go through me.” Zane carefully explained to
her what his Master had told him. She was undaunted and rushed to
seek out Master Claymore.
“Zane tells me I
have to ask you to get him in bed?”
“That’s right.”
he replied.
“Well, I’ve
asked! Now,— I’m taking him to bed.”
“Not so fast,
Brunehilda! What do I get in return for you getting pleasure from my
property?”
“Your property,
huh?” she snorted in disgust. “He’s not your property, I don’t
see no anchor tied to his ass. You men bikers think you can have
slaves. That’s a laugh. Unless you haven’t heard lately, brother,
slavery is against the law in this country.”
“You’re
right, forced slavery is against the law. There are no laws
against consensual slavery. Ask Zane if he’s a slave and who’s
his Master? Ask him if anyone's forcing him to be my slave.”
“Oh, sure, it's
easy to see you’ve got the poor boy brainwashed. You big men
think all you have to do is throw your weight around and you can
control anyone you please. I got news for you, cowboy, it don't
work that a' way. Hell, he don’t need your permission.” Zane
overheard all this and got really angry because he was proud of being a
slave to his Master.
“All right,
you’re not going to say another mean thing to my Master. With his
permission I’ll go with you right now, we’ll get this out of the way,
but you must promise never to bother us again!”
“Oh Baby, once
you’ve had me you won’t never wanna' to go back to him.”
“We’ll see!”
replied Zane. Master Wolf winked at Zane as he followed the big
woman off to her tent. Master Claymore began to count by “one
thousands.” One, one thousand; two, one thousand; three, one
thousand. By the time he got to twelve, one thousand, there arose
a loud piercing scream from porky’s tent.
“My God,— you’re
a woman!” she screamed at the top of her voice. “I ain't no
fuck'n lesbo! Get out! Get out of my tent, you freak!” Zane
walked out zipping up his leather pants laughing, and ran to his
Master’s arms where they both had a good laugh. The rest of the
family knew about Zane and porky became the laughing stock of the
campsite. She never bothered either of them again. She did, however,
look at Master Wolf with a new respect and interest. She wouldn’t
be convinced he was a gay man. Gay men don’t like pussy! Do
they? Poor thing never solved her personal conundrum.
“I can’t
remember a time when we’ve had a better afternoon. We have new,
young brothers in our family and older beloved ones returning.” said
Big Beryl, “I hope we can have many more. It’s been a relaxing,
enjoyable time. It’s too bad we don’t have a crystal ball to see what
the future might bring.”
“Maybe we do.”
said Master Jeb quietly. Master Earl looked at me and
smiled. Master Jeb continued, “I brought something with me I was
going to try a psychic test with our new, young slave. I wanted an
audience to verify whatever might happen. We can tell you all
these mysterious things that have occurred, but if you don’t see them
for yourselves you think, ‘They’re exaggerating,— it was
coincidence.’ I’ll return in a minute and we shall see.” We
all waited and Master Jeb returned with a cigar box and set it on the
table before me.
“Beau has no
idea what I’ve placed in this box. No one here knows what or when I put
it in this box. I want to see if he can tell us what’s in the
box.”
“Beau, can you
tell me what’s in the box?”
“No, Sir,
I have no idea.”
“Touch the box,
but don’t pick it up or move it.” I smiled like I didn’t expect
anything. I touched the box and felt a jolt go through my body
like an electric shock. It was like the people before me faded
away and I was in Nam again sitting at a table across from Wes and we
were playing cards. My deck of cards. Not ordinary cards. They had
funny pictures on them. A jester on top of a mound. A man
on a cross upside down. A skeleton. They were tarot
cards. My tarot cards I gave to Wes. I blinked twice and everyone
was looking at me funny.
“How long was I
gone?” I asked quietly.
“A couple of
minutes.” said Master Jeb. “You know what’s in the box,
don’t you?”
“Yes, Master
Jeb, I don’t know how, but I do. I haven’t seen them in nine or
ten years.”
“So everyone
will know, tell us what “them” is.”
“My deck of
tarot cards I gave Wes in Nam.”
“Wasn’t a trick
folks! He had no idea Wes left these cards with me years ago
telling me the story of Beau giving them to him. He insisted I
carry them in my pocket when I went out to the bars looking for Beau
and I would find him. I thought Wes was a little ‘wiggy’ and
didn’t take them the first three times I went out. The next time I put
them in my pocket and saw Beau the minute I walked into the first
bar. I haven’t shared this story with anyone but Jim before we
came today. I think Jim has become a believer in certain talents
we think Beau has. He arrived at his belief separately as has Earl,
Oscar and Billy. Beryl and Blaine also believe. They’ve witnessed
it. Where it comes from and why we don’t know. One thing we’ve
found, and I think Beau will agree, this talent seems to manifest
itself stronger in this house than anywhere else. He seems to
think it’s because Wes’s spirit is still strong. Maybe we can
find out.”
“Take the cards
out, Son.” I opened the box took out the deck of cards from the
box. I took them out of their cover. Memories came rushing
back to me in a flood. It was almost too much. I dropped the cards and
they went everywhere. I sat back in my chair like I'd been shot.
“That
powerful?” Big Beryl asked me, concerned.
“You know, Dad,—
I was more skeptical than all of you put together until I touched those
cards.”
“You don’t have
to go on if it’s too much, Beau!” Master Earl strongly stated.
“No, I want to
know, too. You know what we talked about last night,
Master? I’m not afraid anymore.” Everyone helped gather the cards
and set them before me. I picked them up and shuffled. The
pictures in my mind were just as strong as before but, I was able to
pick and choose those I wanted to let through.
“Wes and I
invented a game using the tarot cards. It was the only cards I
could find when I got over there, and I put them away after I got a
deck of ‘Bicycles.’ Wes learned the arcana and their divinations.
Then he taught them to me. I think I can still remember them.
“How do you
suggest we proceed, Master Jeb?”
“Can you read
the cards for individuals or couples?”
“Either, I
should think.” I replied.
“Okay, let’s try
couples first. Master Bert,— Oscar? You wanna’ go first?”
“Sure!” said
Master Bert. “Sit down, Sweetheart.” He said gently to Oscar, who
blushed. I laid the cards out in the classic manner. I
immediately saw their future in the cards. The good, the bad and the
mundane. How much should I tell them?
“How much should
I tell?” I asked no one in particular, “This could be good and
bad. My reading the cards and revealing too much might influence
the future.”
“Proceed in a
passive manner, Son. Let them ask you questions. If you feel
comfortable answering, then do so. If not, decline.
You don’t have to give a reason why. We’ll leave that to your
judgement.”
“Master Bert,
what questions would you ask the cards?”
“Does Oscar wish
to become my slave? To have me own him for the rest of his
life? To serve me, to honor me, to obey me, to love me and be
loved by me?” Oscar had tears in his eyes and hugged the big man
with his arm around him. There was a silence from everyone you
could cut with a knife waiting for an answer from the cards. I breathed
deeply and let out an audible sigh.
“My good and
generous Master,” I answered at last, “You don’t need an answer from
the tarot cards for those questions. Look into the eyes of the handsome
slave who sits next to you in adoration.” The silence from everyone was
stunning as Master Bert slowly turned to look Oscar in the eyes. He saw
his answer framed in Oscars handsome, blushing face.
“In front of
these assembled members of your Family I make a claim for you my
beloved slave. How do you answer?” Oscar answered choking
back tears of happiness.
“I acknowledge
your claim, my gracious Master. I’m totally unworthy of your
attention, but I’m filled with your love and need to claim me. With my
family as witness, I will ask my fellow eunuch slave Billy and my
chosen family Master, Master Jeb, to give me to you into
permanent slavery in the ceremony of property transference. I
would be proud to be your property and to call you Master.” There was
not a dry eye on the deck. There went up a cheer that probably
woke up Marilyn Munroe. If it didn’t, I’m sure she smiled.
“Then I have one
further question for the cards, my handsome young slave.”
“The cards await
your question, Master.”
“How many
children will we have?” Uproarious laughter from the crowd. I
held up my hand for silence.
“There is an
answer in the cards. The cards do not lie. You will have
three children. They will know you both as their parents and
Billy as their uncle. They will give you great love and you will
receive immeasurable love from them. You will both grow into old
age and pass surrounded by their love. It will be carried with you into
your new life and increase both your spirits and love for each
other. Love, once born, never dies. That is the hope for
resurrection. The love we have given birth to will never die but
take on a new form when we pass over. It is the order of the
universe created by the Great Spirit. It will be so.”
Master Bert
looked at me in amazement. Oscar was a believer, he knew I spoke the
truth. The rest were hushed in the revelation of the cards.
Another pregnant silence ensued. I spoke quietly.
“Next?”
It broke the silence and several people laughed including Master Beryl
and Jeb.
“Well done,
Son.” said Master Beryl followed by approval from all. I shuffled
the cards again. Master Bert leaned over grabbed my face gently
between his huge hands and kissed me on the forehead.
“I owe you a
lot, young slave. You and your good Master will always be welcome
in our home. As will all this family that I hope to become a part
of through ownership.”
“You owe me
nothing, Master Bert, you have a good heart and have just collected
another who can only enhance your own. May the Great Spirit guide
your steps as you lead your new slave into tomorrow.”
“Here!
Here! That sentiment goes for all of us!” said Big Dirk.
Master Earl looked at me with wonder. His eyes wet with
moisture. Big Jim glanced at me and quickly glanced away least I
see what was in his heart. Too late! I saw! I loved him,
too. Master Jeb had a pleased parental look on his face. He
positively glowed with pride and confirmation of his psychic
suspicions. Big Beryl’s face just said, 'Son, I want to fuck you so bad
it hurts!' Blaine’s face said, 'For God sake let him! I won’t hear
about anything else for the next fucking month.' I laughed at all
the messages and signals I was getting. I smiled at Big Beryl,
sweetly.
“I'm sure I'd
like that, too, Master, but you must ask my Master’s permission first.”
He blushed a deep, beet red color and Blaine couldn’t stop laughing
because he knew I received both thoughts loud and clear. Everyone
picked up on Beryl’s embarrassment and made him blush more by all the
laughter.
“Okay, swami,
slave! Me and Blaine’re next! Read ‘em!” Ordered Master
Beryl. Blaine moved in near his Master. I finished shuffling the
cards and moved them to Big Beryl to cut. He cut them into three stacks
and re-stacked them into one. I shuffled again. I pushed them to
Blaine to cut. He followed his Master’s lead and cut them the
same way. I took them and laid them out in the customary order.
“What questions
do you have for the cards, Master?”
“Will my slave
and I continue to grow closer in our love?”
“Why would you
ask the cards a question you can have the answer to the same way Master
Bert found his? Look your slave in the eyes and your question
will be answered in a heart beat.” Again the crowd was silent.
Master Beryl turned slowly to look at his handsome slave who had tears
running down his face. Blaine wouldn't look at his Master. Big
Beryl had to take his big paw, gently place it under his slave’s chin
and raise his face to look into his eyes. The entire audience saw
the old man as he seemed shaken to the bottom of his being at what he
saw in Blaine’s eyes. He gently put his arms around his chosen
one and spoke quietly but loud enough for all to hear.
“You have become
my slave, Blaine. I never thought you would no matter how hard I
tried to mold you or needed you to be. Let’s have no more talk of
striving to become the slave I need. You are the slave I need, my love.”
“I will always
be your slave, Master. I was from the first night you patiently
took me. I have been the worst of slaves and you have only been
brutally patient with me. I realize what a lucky slave I am, and
I’ll try harder to be the slave you need. I promise never to hide my
leash again.” Every one broke up with laughter at Blaine’s
sincere honesty.
“You twit!
You are the slave I need right now. If you got any more clingy
and submissive, you’d drive me nuts. I love you more now than I ever
have, and I feel confident you feel the same. Doesn’t really matter,”
Beryl said with a twinkle in his voice, “I’ll never give you your
freedom anyway so you’ll just have to make the best of it,
love.” Then he grabbed his beloved slave, kissed him passionately
to cheers and backslaps from the crowd.
“Don’t you have
a question for the cards? Either of you? They are sitting
here with things to tell you. One question?”
“Will we have
children?” Blaine asked. The crowd didn’t laugh this time.
“Yes, you all
ready have three. There will be one more to enter your life that
will become the crossover love you both need. That love will join
you in a unity that will be more comfortable than any love you’ve known
between you. It will become a love of peace for growing old
together. One of your current children will need your love more
than you will ever know. Fate will deeply wound him. You will not
turn your backs. You will save his life. You will nurse
that child back to health. You will teach him to live and love again.”
“How many years
will that be?” Asked Big Beryl.
“Nine years,
eleven months, and thirteen days.” I read in the cards. “You will
become wealthy but the wealth will not influence your current way of
life. It will give you greater means to help others which will be
your greatest accomplishment. I see more but will not tell
you. Suffice to say you have a long, happy, comfortable, and
loving life together. The cards also say that you will only have
one true slave, Master Beryl. The others, myself included will be
children to your union and the love there from.”
The crowd was
quiet again. They didn’t know what to believe. The way I was delivering
the information was as matter of fact as I could make it. The
conclusions they might draw were left up to them.
“This is
draining me. I can only do two more. Who will be next?”
Master Earl
spoke. “Sam and Yoshie.”
“Yeah, Sam and
Yoshie!” agreed the rest. Sam was reticent but Yoshie was
enthralled. They sat at the table before me as I shuffled the
cards. I let them both cut the cards as they wanted and then laid
them out.
“Questions?”
I asked.
“Can you tell us
the highlights?” asked Yoshie
“Sure.” I
replied.
“Yoshie will
graduate with honors this June. He will graduate Med/internship
with honors plus recommendations from every staff physician at Queen of
Angels. Wait a minute! There’s some confusion here I don’t
understand. Gosh! No it’s there, it has to be!” I
looked directly at Yoshie, “Is there a chance you may enter internship
before you graduate school?”
“Not that I know
of.” Yoshie replied.
“Huh! I
see it plain as day. You will enter internship several months
before you graduate. I also see you will do research on a
horribly contagious disease that will run rampant through the gay
community in the 80's ad 90's. Your research will contribute to a cure
or vaccine to this horrible disease. Let’s see! Okay,
Sam will have a kidney transplant in the early nineties. The operation
will be performed by a doctor who will join the family this year under
Yoshie’s supervision. Someone on this deck will donate one of
their kidneys to Sam. Sam is related to someone on this deck but
neither know of their relationship. The transplant will be successful.
Sam will become owner of the shop in partnership with three others.
Together they will be the controlling interest. They will expand the
business and make a lot of money. Two of his partners he knows now and
one he will meet soon. He’s a native American. Wait a
minute. No, this couldn’t be right.
“What,
Son?” Sam asked concerned.
“It says here
you will meet him tomorrow. He will be Tom’s replacement.
He will be the most qualified man for the job and he will become a
member of our family.” There was a major silence. Master Jeb
smiled at me and nodded knowingly. Big Jim’s face went white.
Sam’s mouth dropped open and Yoshie pulled him closer.
“I got a job
application from a man by the name of James Redfeather Friday
afternoon. I’m meeting him for the first time tomorrow. You
couldn’t have known. Go on, Son.” Sam urged me.
“Between them,
Sam and Yoshie will become two of the wealthiest members of this group.
You will have two children, no wait! Damn,— I didn’t see that
one. You will have three children in your life. Two will be
children you will raise to maturity. A boy and a girl. The
third, a boy, will be an adoption from a close associate. They will
bring you more joy than either of you might imagine and give your union
purpose. They will bring great joy to Yoshie’s parents as well. You
will grow old together and have fulfilling, loving lives. You will also
take great joy and comfort from this family. You will also bring great
comfort to someone on this deck in their darkest hour.
Within this
year, Yoshie will run into Breed. Do not fear him. He will fall
at your feet to ask your forgiveness. Your forgiveness will heal
each other. You will recognize the love you had for each other
and agree to never deny that love. You must not fear,
Yoshie. Breed will have someone else when this happens and will
not try to rekindle anything between you. He needs to hear you forgive
him and you need to hear him say it was not your fault.” Yoshie
had tears running down his cheeks and Sam was comforting him.
“Thank you,
Beau.” said Master Sam, “While I usually don’t take much stock in
the paranormal, I think I believe what you just told us.”
“Yes, thank you,
Beau. I’ll never forget your words. I plan to write them
down after we get home. Kidney transplants are a long way off.”
“I don’t know
where these pictures are coming from. I’ve never been able to do
this sort of thing before. It may go tomorrow but what I told you is
the truth as I have seen it in the cards. You’re welcome. I have
enough strength left for one more couple. Who will it be?”
“Would you read
the cards for Dirk and I?” asked Allen.
“Of course,
little brother, sit down, daddy bear.” I motioned to Big Dirk.
“Daddy Bear, I
like that.” laughed Allen.
“Sort a’ do
myself.” Agreed the big man.
“Damn, Beau, you
have a way with sticking people with names.” said Master Jeb, “That
one’s gonna’ stick for sure.” Everybody laughed.
“No, Master Jeb,
that name came from Master Dirk. That’s what he calls himself.”
Dirk looked at me funny, smiled, then turned beet red. Everyone
knew I nailed him. He nodded affirmative bashfully as the crowd
went nuts laughing with him. I had been shuffling the cards and they
each cut the deck. I laid the cards out and was a bit surprised
as to what they revealed.
“Questions,
little brother, Daddy Bear?” everyone laughed again.
“Like you read
for Yoshie and Sam. The highlights.”
“Okay,
Allen will get pregnant and give birth to a twenty-five pound bear
cub.” Great laughter from all. “Just yanking your chain, little
brother." I winked at Allen, "Here’s what I really see in the
cards. Your husband and Master will grow in stature in his work
and with all who come to know him. He will become one of the most
highly thought of members of this family and several years from now
will become the recognized leader. His goodness and straightforwardness
will endear him to all. His honesty and devotion to you will be a
model to all of how Master/slave relationships should work.
Later, the two of you will leave Los Angeles for a more northern state
where you will become ranchers. You will accumulate two children.
One, a real child, the other a young man in need of finding a path in
life. You will become fiercely protective of both and will see
these children to a healthy well adjusted maturity. The young man will
be a great comfort to the both of you during some hard times. He
will grow into a fine, honest, loving man. He will have a family
of his own with many children who will know you as Big Grand Dad and
Little Grand Dad. You will have much love around you the rest of your
lives. You will be together most all your days.”
I could see Big
Dirk holding Allen tight around the shoulder and getting misty eyed.
Allen was hanging on to my every word with his mouth open.
“I have to stop
there, gentlemen, I’m exhausted. You’ll have to forgive me. I
can’t read anymore. It’s fading in strength. The pictures are not
as clear.” Master Earl moved to my side and had his arm around me.
“Your getting
chilled.” he said. The sun had gone down and none of us had
clothes on.
“Let’s have a
hand for our card reader.” said Big Dirk. Everyone
applauded. It was getting late and people began to get ready to depart.
I turned to Master Earl.
“May I have your
permission to take Master Jim aside, in private, to tell him goodnight?”
“Of
course, I appreciate you asking first. You do know good manners.
As long as you show me that respect I will never question your motives.”
“Thank you,
Master Earl.” I saw Big Jim looking at us not wanting to be
pushy. I walked over to him, put my arms around his big neck and
spoke quietly to him.
“Would you be so
kind as to follow me, Master?”
“Sure, young
man, be happy to.” I led him into our bedroom and into the master
bathroom where I locked the door behind me.
“I got your
message.”
“I didn’t want
you to.” The big man blushed.
“I know;
however, I’ve been honest with Master Earl and he understands as long
as you or I don’t try to hide our feelings. You did better than I
did today. I asked his permission to bring you here.”
“What can I say,
Beau? I don’t want you to feel pulled between us.”
“Just keep your
promise to me, Master. If you won’t think I’m a trollop playing
two Master’s against each other then I won’t feel you’re asking me to
make a choice. You know I have no choice.”
“It’s all right,
Beau, I love you so much my guts hurt.”
“I love you,
too, Master.” We kissed a long and passionate kiss. Big Jim
said more to me in that kiss than he had all day. I knew he would
be okay. He patted me on the butt.
“Let’s go find
Jeb and we’ll say goodbye to your Master.” Everyone was getting ready
to leave. I went to Master Earl’s side to wish everyone goodbye.
Master Jeb hugged and kissed me.
“One more week
of freedom, boy. Think you can handle it?”
“What
freedom, Master Jeb? The freedom to be alone? No
thanks, I wish it were tomorrow, Master.”
“You’ll make it,
Son. Beside, you have another weekend with your love.”
“I’m grateful
for that, Master Jeb, thank you.”
“You’re my last
slave, Son, and I’m gonna’ throw caution to the winds, fuck the
excuses, Beau, I love you. You’re special and we both know
it. It’s almost like God’s saved the best one for last.”
“I love you,
too, Master, you know that.”
“Have a good
night with your Master and be extra loving tonight. He needs it.”
“I will, Master,
and thanks. Thanks for having faith in me.”
Big Jim hugged
me again and kissed me on the forehead. He stood in front of Master
Earl and put his big hands on the side of his shoulder’s.
“You know,
Earl,— I’ve always heard the old saw about how people in love
bloom. I never believed it until now. You have the glow of a man
in love and you radiate it. You always were a handsome son of a bitch
but this new aura sets you apart. I’m happy for you and the kid.
I couldn’t imagine a better Master for him than you and that includes
me. You’re what he needs, and he must be exactly what you need from the
way you glow when you look at him. I love the two of you very
much. Thanks so much for including me today. I had a wonderful
time.” Master Earl hugged Big Jim and kissed him dead on.
Big Jim didn’t pull away.
Next were Big
Dirk and Allen. Allen was tired. His little legs chased me
all day and his tongue was hanging out. I knelt down and hugged
him.
“Thanks for the
great hair cut, little brother. You were a big help today, and I
appreciate it. You be good to that Big Daddy Bear of yours and
treat him right.”
“I will, Beau, I
love you.”
“I love you,
too, bro.” Allen went on to hug and kiss Master Earl.
Big Dirk stood in front of me.
“I’ve heard a
lot about you, boy. Thought,— well, I’ll see for myself. No big
whoop, kid, you stole my heart. I think of myself as a straight
man and only two men ever turned my head. Allen and Wes.
You’re now the third and I’m beginning to worry if I ain’t turning gay?”
“Master Dirk, if
my dad at work isn’t turning gay then you aren’t either. Does it really
matter?”
“No, I guess it
don’t. Bought that ticket from your Master today though.
Gimme’ a big one, slave.”
I kissed him “a
big one” and he returned it.
Master Claymore
and Zane paid their respect and left. Zane told me he and his
Master hoped to get together with us after training. Oscar, Billy and
Master Bert left next. You could tell Billy was upset but happy
for his companion. I told Billy he would have to spend more time
with us. I was still looking forward to spending an evening in his big
arms. He hugged me again for that. Master Bert was in great spirits.
“I didn’t know I
was going to make a claim for my slave today, Son, but it seemed like
the right thing to do when you told me the answer was in his eyes.
You’re special, young man. I’m very fond of you and your Master.”
“Thank you,
Master Bert, you’re always welcome in my Master’s home.”
The last to
leave was my new dad and brother. I got a lump in my throat
saying goodbye. No, that’s a lie, I broke down in my big dad’s
arms.
“The ‘nine
years, eleven months’ child is you, isn’t it, Son?” I just nodded
my head slowly.
“Promise not to
tell anyone, Dad, including Blaine. I can’t stop what is to be and
neither can you.”
“You have my
word, child, you have my word. We’ll be there. We love you, Son.”
Blaine hugged
and kissed me. “Thanks for everything, bro. Thanks to you we’ve
been closer than we’ve ever been and that’s really great. I’m
more comfortable and so is dad. I all ready miss you, little
brother.”
“Me, too.” I
replied. We saw them out to their bikes. I threw on a bathrobe.
They took off
and my Master and I were alone. We had each other. We were happy.
We cleaned up some; however, Master had the next day off and didn’t
want to do too much. Besides, all the slaves got together and
cleaned most of it before they left. Things were in pretty good
shape.
“Spa?” he
asked.
“That would be
wonderful, Master.” He made us a pretty stiff drink and led me to
the spa with my leash. I dropped my robe and he stood looking at me in
the moonlight. The lights from the spa shining up on us gave a
shifting play over our features. He took his hand and unlocked my
collar to remove it. He pulled me to him and held me without speaking.
He hugged me so tight I thought I was going to pass out. Then he
kissed me gently. Yep, Master Jeb was right. He needed me
tonight and I wasn’t going to let him down. We got into the warm water
and lay together as we had Friday night. We talked some but not
much. He was wowed by the tarot readings.
“Could you read
our cards, Son?” I was quiet for a long while but he didn’t push
me to respond.
“I could and I
would if you ordered me to but given the choice, I wouldn’t. I saw
enough of us intermingled with the readings I did for the family I
don’t want to know more. It’s best not to read for yourself.”
“Then I’ll
respect your judgement. I’ll never order you to do that.
The way you put it I don’t think I want to know either.”
“I’ll tell you
this much, you and I have a happy life together and we become the
envied Master/slave couple of several family groups. You become a
highly respected leader of our group and know happiness greater than
you’ve ever known.”
“Sounds good to
me, slave.”
“Master?”
“Yes, love?”
“You need me to
make love to you tonight.” It wasn't a question. It was a
bold statement.
“You feel
it, huh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re right.
Let’s get out of here and move to the bedroom.” We dried ourselves and
moved to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed.
“Would you
believe we got four separate invitations for next weekend?”
“Yes Master,
and— ?”
“I advised
everyone we will be incommunicado from Friday afternoon at five to
Monday morning at six.”
“That’s music to
my ears, Master.”
“Really, my
beautiful slave?”
“I can’t imagine
anything nicer than to give you my total attention for an entire
weekend.”
“Sounds good to
me, too.”
“You’re tired
aren’t you, Master?”
“Yeah, I guess I
am.”
“On your
stomach, please.” I jokingly imitated his commanding tone the
night we first got together. He responded without comment.
He was tired. He stretched out in the bed, and I straddled him at his
waist. I reached up and started rubbing his wide back. He
let out a sigh that told me he wasn’t going to object. I rubbed
him down for almost and hour. I couldn’t get enough of my hands on his
beautiful body. It was like they were having their separate love
affair with him. He loved me rubbing his butt and the inside of his big
thighs. He didn’t talk but would just groan every now and then.
Finally, he rolled over on his back and had a surprise for me.
His big dick was harder than I ever remember it.
“That felt so
good I’ve decided you need to a special treat. I know how fond
you are of my animal so I’ve decided to let him loose on you. Think you
can handle him tonight?” Old swinger immediately stood at
attention. He laughed when he saw my condition.
“Oh, damn,
I needed that, Beau. You can make me laugh just at the right
moment.”
“Master, may I
jump in the shower for a moment?”
“Sure, then come
on down to the dungeon. My animal wants you in the sling.”
“Thank him for
me Master and tell him to make it a long one.” He laughed shaking his
head as I headed off to the shower to clean myself.
I returned to
the dungeon to find my Master wearing his leathers. He lit some
candles to give the place an air of ceremony. He was once again
drop dead gorgeous. My heart skipped more than one beat. I
stood for a moment looking at him and for the first time could see what
Big Jim and others were talking about. His whole presence glowed with a
surrounding aura of bright golds, hot oranges, and deep purplish
reds. His eyes changed their color from their usual dark purple
violet to an almost eerie light violet. He was stunningly
handsome. The epitome of a mature hyper-masculine man framed in
the context of animal hides that were as ripe from their pheromones and
deliciously inviting to his lair, to become his prey, as he was.
He was in
love. The animal inside him saw its intended feast standing
before him ready to be consumed by his passion. Both hungers
needed to share this feast. My timid lamb suddenly knew why it had been
born. I wondered, at that moment, if every wild animal that is
about to become food for a larger prey has a moment of epiphany that
releases their soul in a moment of ecstacy. Then their death and
consumption becomes only a necessity for the larger animals
survival. They feel no pain, their consciousness having departed
in that moment of release. If I was God and doing the planning, I
would make it so.
“Come to your
Master, slave.” I moved quickly to him and dropped to my knees to
kiss his big boots. He gave me his hand in ritual and I kissed
the back then put it to my forehead.
“Come to
me...!” he spoke softly. He held me and kissed me with
great love in his touch. He quickly placed leg and wrist
restraints on me and led me to a sturdy saw horse contraption covered
with padded leather on top. It was just the right height that with my
legs spread and bent over it the center caught me in the stomach.
He spread my legs and attached them to the legs of the saw horse. He
bent me over the top and attached my wrist to the legs in front. Next I
felt him inserting my butt plug. I knew he was going to whip my
ass and I was getting excited.
“Master, may I
speak?”
“Yes, Slave..?”
“I must tell you
...”
“That you come
after several hits from a whip?”
“No secrets in
this family, huh, Master?” I laughed.
“Exactly, my
pet, if you feel your going over the hill, tell me and I’ll hold off
until you think you can take another. Agreed?”
“You’re a good
Master, Sir.” He chuckled to himself.
Master Earl used
the same flogging whip he used the first night he flogged me and I
passed out. I knew this whipping was because of my request and
had nothing to do with punishment. I was ready and couldn’t
wait. I didn’t have to wait long when I felt the first blow.
“Shall I count
for you, Master?”
“Yes, slave.”
“One,
Sir! Thank you, Master!”
Whack!!
“Two,
Sir!” Thank you, Master!”
Whack!!
This one was a bit harder and better placed.
“Six Sir!
Holy Jesus, hold, Sir! Thank you, Sir! One more and
I’ll shoot Sir! Please, please hold.” I heard him laughing
as he walked up behind me and began rubbing my butt with his big hand.
Then he knelt and kissed my ass as he continued to rub it. It was
one of the greatest feelings of my life. He took a towel and popped out
my plug. He undid my wrist and legs and ordered me to
stand. He put his arms around me and kissed me again, this time
rubbing my butt with his hands and slipping a finger in my ass. I
kissed him back hungry for his entry.
“Now get on your
knees and slather me up with your spit I want to get in there before
your butt loses that heat.” I fell to my knees and lathered him up
good. He directed me to the sling and I climbed in. Master Earl
attached my wrist and leg cuffs to the chains and I was his prey, bound
fast, ready for his animal’s feast. He looked into my eyes as he placed
the head of his sword at my sphincter and gently pressed so he wouldn’t
lose the position. My handsome Master reached forward over my head and
grabbed the supporting chains for the sling. Looking me in the
eyes he winked once, pulling hard on the chains, and slammed all of
himself into me.
I began to
writhe in the sling, thanking him for taking me hard. He felt so
damn good I was going to let him know. I was taken by my Master
and it was a magnificent mount. He began to fuck me slowly,
taking his good time, enjoying the benefits of being a
Master. He stopped. He was looking towards the corner of the
room. His concentration was gone but he didn’t withdraw.
“Beau?”
“Yes, Master?”
“Are we alone in
here?” I immediately sent awareness out in the room, got back chills up
my spine and then a warm comfortable feeling enveloped me.
“No, Sir.
Wes is here, he’s asked to join us.”
“How do you feel
about that?”
“I’m not
frightened. He loves us both. It’s because of him we’re together,
Master. I’m willing to share if you are?”
“Is that him,
that small blue light in the corner?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“He may join
us.” Master Earl no sooner spoke the words than the small blue ball of
light flew across the room to rest lightly on my chest and waited.
“He’s waiting
for you to pet him, Master.” Master Earl slowly moved his hand to
the blue light and passed his hand over it as if petting it.
“I can feel him,
Beau, he has mass. There’s no doubting it’s Wes. I can smell him and
sense his essence. It’s him!” Master Earl giggled in
fascination.
“He wants to
enter me for the fuck. Press on him with the palm of your
hand and he will enter me.”
“You sure about
this, Beau?”
“Yes, Master, he
just want’s to share our love. To feel your love again. He’ll depart
afterwards.”
Master Earl
gently and lovingly pushed on the light. We watched it disappear into
my chest. I drew in a sharp breath as a person sucks in air after
being drowned.
“Air!” I
heard in my head. “Thank you, Beau.”
“You’re
welcome.” I said aloud. “I’m speaking to Wes inside me,
Master.”
“Beau, you’re
glowing with a blue aura.”
“Yes,
Master, both your loves are in here enjoying you up my ass.
It do feel mighty fine, don’t it, Wes? He’s telling me how good you
feel in me, I know it sounds confusing but go with it,
Master Earl. Think about making love to two souls at the same
time. Two souls who love you more than anything on Earth.
Two who need your strength more than you can know. I told him about
you’re animal and he giggled. Let him loose, Master, show him
your animal. Show him how hard and good you can fuck your slave
boy’s ass.”
I didn’t have to
asked again. The big man leaned over and kissed us both and Wes
began crying inside of me.
“Stop that or
you’re going to miss the fuck, Wes.” I scolded him. “He
started getting blubbery, Master, when you kissed us.”
Master Earl lost
all contact with reality. Good to his word he unleashed his animal and
led him to the feast. He fucked me nine ways from Sunday
and was rooting around inside of me when he pressed my come button.
“Master,
you’ve hit my button please hold off. We’re going to shoot,
Master.”
Master Earl
didn’t stop but growled like a grizzly as I felt his flow began deep
inside me. I tried to hold back and heard a voice inside of me.
“Please, Beau,
release us now!” I must have shot three feet in the air and caught
Master Earl right in the eye the second volley as he continued to
unload his wild animal spunk into my gut. I immediately began to babble
my slave boy thanks and apology for hitting him in the eye. Then Wes
took over and began to thank him, too. It was Wes’s voice and Southern
inflection. Our Master laughed and then saw my blue aura again.
He leaned over me again and kissed us. This time I let Wes kiss
him and Master Earl felt him as tears began to fall from his eyes to
mine.
“That wasn’t
fair, you guys!” he chuckled. Wes departed and stayed on my chest until
Master Earl petted him again. Then the blue light flew up to his cheek
and kissed him lightly. The light flew out the open doorway into the
night. Master Earl had a magical look on his face.
“I could swear I
was just kissed by Tinker Bell.” he joked. He was in a daze and
so was I. I had no fear. I knew Wes wouldn’t be with us much
longer, and I needed to be kind to him. I loved him. We helped
each other up the stairs and into the shower. There’s nothing like a
hot shower to bring you back to Earth. Master hugged me in the
hot water.
“If I ever told
a soul about this they would think I was nuts.”
I know several
people who you could tell, and they would believe you right now.
One in particular.”
“Jeb?”
“Yes, Sir. May I
tell him?”
“Certainly, you
will have my complete support. He can’t ‘not’ believe both of us.”
“He would
believe either of us, Master.”
We went to bed
and we were both dog tired. I soon fell asleep in my Master’s big
arms. My backside to him, cradled next to him. I heard a voice in
my ear.
“Beau?” It
whispered. It was my Master. I opened my eyes and there stood Wes
holding my hand in his, smiling at the two of us. He took on a
golden aura and was wearing his favorite jacket. He was buffed
out to the max.
“Do you see
him, Master?”
“Yes, Son, I do.”
“He wants to
thank us for being generous. He wants to know if you will take
his hand?” Master held out his hand toward Wes in reply.
Wes released my hand and took Master Earl’s.
“I can hear
him, Beau! You’re welcome, Son. Good to see
you, my love. You’re still my slave. You always will be.
Don’t fret, Son, you know I never allowed you to do
that. Be strong and remember our love. We all will be together
again. Goodbye, my love.”
Wes
departed. There were no tears between us as we held each other.
There was no longer any need for tears. Love never dies.
End Chapter 16 ~
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