The brave saw a
skin walker on the mesa drifting down so lowly, He removed his
breach to expose himself unto the loathsome witch, She watched the
fullness of his manhood as he danced ‘round slowly, He held her gaze
until he grabbed her throat and killed the wicked bitch! Canto 12 ~
Slave’s Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous
Master Earl woke
up at his usual time; although, I insisted he sleep in. He had coffee
and coffee cake for us. I was ready in an instant after he
plugged my rear. We sat and drank our coffee; enjoying the
morning, not saying much.
“How long will
we be visited by Wes?” Master asked quietly.
“He’ll depart
after I’m sold, Master.”
“Did he tell you
that?”
“No, Sir, I just
know. I don’t know how nor why, but I do.”
“I believe you.”
he replied. “I should by now, you’ve never lied to me and I don’t think
you ever will.”
“I won’t,
Master, when you lie it’s harder to remember what you’ve told someone
so you won’t trip yourself up. It’s much easier to tell the
truth. I guess I’m lazy in that respect. It’s just too damn much
work to lie.” We both laughed.
“You’ve got to
move by the weekend. Monday’s the first. Do you need my help?”
“I’m going to
ask dad if he’ll throw my stuff in the back of his old truck and follow
me to Mount Washington one night this week. I only have a
trunk full of stuff left, he and I can manage easily; a few
clothes, mostly coveralls for work and my leathers. Then I’ll ride back
over here to be with you, if it’s all right.”
“Of course it
is, I’d like to spend as much time with you as I can until next Monday.”
“Me, too,
Master, I plan to spend all week and the weekend with you. I
really appreciate you wanting to be alone with me next weekend.
It means a lot.”
“Not only for
you, Son, but for your Master, too.” he smiled. “You have such a
strong, winning personality I sometimes get lost in the backwaters of
your draft. Jeb’s right, you need a strong Master who isn’t going
to be intimidated by your personality. Guess who that’s gonna’
be, Son?” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
“I can only pray
to the Great Spirit it’s going to be you, Master Earl. I love you so
much, I can’t imagine,---” He grabbed me in his big arms and held me
close.
“There, there,
don’t even let thoughts like that enter your head. Wes hasn’t
brought us this far to stop keeping watch over us. You’re going
to be my slave, my property. I will own you. No one but God can
separate us then. Now, get your pretty ass off to work and
earn your Master some money, Mr. Shop Foreman.” he chuckled
with pride in his voice.
He kissed me
goodbye and I was out the door to crank my beast. It seemed strange
going down the hill alone, but I was glad my Master had a day to
rest. He would be there when I came home this evening. I
needed to stop by my place this evening to check my mail and feed
Puss. I hope Chris wants her. Don’t know what I’ll do if he
doesn’t.
I all ready gave
most of my stuff away. I didn’t have a T.V. or Stereo. A few books I
gave away. Bits and pieces of furniture I was going to leave for
the next tenant. I’d found an old hump-back trunk in a thrift
store and cleaned it up. It contained all my treasures I didn’t
want to get rid of. There wasn’t a lot of personal things left. The
things I wanted to keep filled about a third of the trunk. Dad
and I could easily carry it. I pulled up behind Sam as he was unlocking
the gate. He raised his hand, waved and then drove his truck
in. I followed and parked my bike next to his truck.
“How are you
this morning, young man?” Sam said in good spirits.
“Ready for a new
day, Boss.” He laughed at my eagerness.
“By the way,
Boss, I’m in love with your nephew.” He laughed again.
“Well, the two
of you will have to work that out because he said the exact same words
about you. He wanted to know if he could go through training
again with you. He knows he can’t, but I thought it was a sweet
sentiment.”
“Certainly was,”
I replied. “and by the way, my good Master, you looked so hot in your
leathers I thought I was gonna’ make a fool of myself.” Sam laughed all
the more.
“Thank you,
slave-boy, it’s nice for an old man to hear a younger man say that.
Speaking of old men, here comes your dad.” Sam
laughed, “By the way, Beau, if you want to leave your bike
in our garage we’ll be happy to store it for you. We have plenty
of room.”
“Thanks, Boss,
I’ll talk to Master Earl this evening. I’d like to leave it with
you and Yoshie.”
“Hey guys,
what’s up? You two have a good weekend?” Dad was all
smiles. Sam and I nodded ‘yes’ we had a good weekend and Sam
winked at me. I laughed but dad didn’t get the joke.
Monday was a
busy day. We interviewed six people for the job left open by
firing Tom. The final applicant Sam brought to me, himself, with a huge
grin on his face. The man was stunningly handsome. He was tall
with dark ruddy skin, high cheek bones and piercing steel grey
eyes. He was bigger than me physically and proportioned about the
same as Master Earl. He even moved like Master Earl and his hair
was cut exactly the same way in a squared away flat top. He
seemed humble and genteel. He wore the most beautiful pair of
Western boots I’d seen in a long time and had the rolling gait of a
seasoned cowboy.
“Jim, I’d like
to you meet our foreman, Mr. Beau James. Beau this is Mr. James
Redfeather.” I took his hand and shook it as his eyes
looked long and deep into my soul. Sam could see my face
immediately drained of blood. He smiled again, nodded his head
knowingly, and winked at me behind Jim Readfeather’s back.
I know I predicted this in the cards, but I was totally unprepared. Jim
had the same hyper-masculine aura my Master exudes, and I suddenly felt
like a little five year old boy about to interview a grown man. Sam was
having a ball laughing at me. Poor Jim Redfeather had no idea
what the Hell was going on.
“Good to
meet’cha, Mr. Redfeather. Thanks, Boss, for bringing him
around. Would you like to stay for his interview?”
“No, Jake and I
have all ready interviewed him. This is part of your job now, and I’ll
go along with the applicant you choose. After all, you’re the one
who has to work with whomever you choose.” Sam winked and smiled
at me like there was no doubt in his mind who I was going to
choose. I tried to smile back and only embarrassed myself by
giggling. Sam walked away from us laughing to himself.
“Won’t you sit
down, Mr. Redfeather.” I motioned to two folding chairs I’d
gotten out of the old store room and dusted off for the occasion.
“Please,— call
me Jim, Mr. James.”
“If you’ll call
me, Beau?”
“Certainly,
Beau.” he said as he smiled with a row of perfect teeth and sat
in the folding chair next to me.
He sat with his
knee pressed into my leg just behind my knee. It wasn’t an overt
action; after all, the chairs were pretty close together and he didn’t
have all that much room. I didn’t move my chair or flinch. He did
move either. He seemed perfectly comfortable with his knee
touching mine.
“I don’t think I
need to look over your application, Jim. I know you’re the most
qualified man for the job, but let me take a quick look.” I
looked over his application while he sat next to me with his knee still
pressing into my leg. My dick started getting erect. I
pretended to look over his application, but all I could see was his
handsome boots and wanted my tongue on them in the worst way. My
fucking mouth started watering. I thought to myself, ‘Oh dear God,
don’t let spittle drool down the corners of my mouth. I will die
from embarrassment!’ I didn’t know if I was going to be able to
complete the damn interview, my tongue had grown as hard as my
dick.
“I was right,
Jim. You do have more experience than the other applicants.”
“What the Hell’s
going on here, Beau?” He asked in an skeptically inquiring tone.
This has to be the strangest interview I’ve ever had. In my interview
with your two bosses, I knew Mr. Jenkins liked me but Mr. Raggazzi was
kind a’ so-so. How could you know I was more qualified than the
rest of the men applying for this job? You never met me before or
have we,---? There’s something about you that’s familiar.”
“Yeah,— okay,— I
feel it, too, Jim. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how I
knew you were the most qualified. Then again,— you being
native American, you just might! I read the tarot cards yesterday
afternoon at a pool party for my boss, Sam. I told him I saw in
the cards our new employee would be a native American and he would be
the most qualified for the position.”
“Yes, you’re
right, I would believe you. What time yesterday?”
“Shortly before
the sun began to set. About seven-thirty, I guess.”
“At that time I
was laying across my bed trying to figure out what to wear to the
interview; a voice came to me and told me to wear these boots and I
would get the job. Is there a connection?”
“Ooooh, yes,
Jim, there certainly is!” I smiled and laughed, “There’s more the
cards told me, but it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to tell you right
now.”
Jim did have a
lot of experience but was soft spoken, and didn’t make the impression
the other guys did. I understood why dad might not care for him,
but I knew Sam would be the major vote. Jim had my number from the
start. I kept praying he wouldn’t notice me stealing looks at his
boots. He never once moved his knee, and only moved it into me a
bit more to let me know he knew his contact was turning me on big
time. God knows, I tried to keep my interview business-like and
professional, but I couldn’t help wonder what he would look like with
only a breach cloth, his body and face painted with brightly colored
war paint, on the back of a big black stallion as he rode into my white
settlement to kidnap me, carry me away, to make me his sex slave for
life. Oh, dear Lord, save me from my fantasies!
Hell, he could
have my scalp for his belt, just rape the holy shit out a’ me first! I
somehow felt if there was an Indian alive today who might pull that
fantasy off, it would be Jim. He strummed a chord in my heart and
I knew I did the same with him. When we finished the interview he
looked me in the eye and asked,
“Even if I don’t
get the job, Beau, could we get together for coffee or a drink
some evening? You have my home phone number. Call anytime. Thanks
for the interview, I’ve never felt more comfortable being
interviewed for a job.” He took my hand and wouldn’t let it go as
he continued to press his knee into my leg. I watched him look
down at my crotch and he could see my erection. He smiled as he
looked into my eyes.
“Well, Jim,— I
may not have the final say but you’ve got my vote, and yes, even if it
doesn’t work out I’ll give you a call. I’d like to know you
better. I feel as if I all ready know you, but I don’t know why.”
“Yeah, I have
the same feeling like I’ve known you before. Sort of deja vu.” Replied
Jim Redfeather.
“I have a leave
of absence of four months starting this Friday so while I’m gone you’ll
be under my dad, Mr. Raggazzi, until I get back.”
“Your dad?
Mr. Raggazzi’s your dad?”
“Yeah, sort
of. He taught me everything I know about working on these big
trucks, and he thinks of me as his son.”
“Oh, I see,— ”
Jim said like he understood more than I was telling him.
“Perhaps you
don’t but I’ll explain later.”
“Why a leave of
absence, Beau?”
“Well, Jim, I
have three months of training coming up.”
“What kind of
training, Beau?”
“Could I answer
all your questions, later, when I call?”
“Sure, Beau, I
didn’t mean to pry,— it’s just,— !”
“Stop, Jim,—
believe me, I understand, and I feel the same. I’ll tell you whatever
you want to know.”
“I’m not one to
beat around the bush, Beau. It may sound forward under the
circumstances,— I mean no disrespect, but I want you.” I was flattered
but stunned by his boldness.
“No disrespect
taken, Jim, and ‘yes’ it is very forward in a job interview to tell
your perspective boss you want him; however, something has passed
between us, don’t know exactly what, but you need to know some things
about me first.
I’ll call you
this evening and explain. I promise I’ll call and don’t worry, if I can
swing it, you’ve got the job. If I have to train a new man he
might as well be a good looking hunk. Besides, you have more than
enough qualifications in all areas.” I smiled knowingly at him.
“Beau, at this
point, I don’t give a shit about the job, but I do care if you call or
not. There’s something between you and me that we need to find out
about. I won’t rest until I do. I’ll count on it. Don’t let me down.”
“I won’t, Jim,
trust me.”
“I will.
Somehow, I know I can, but don’t get me wrong, I want the job very
much. You won’t be sorry if you decide to hire me.”
We shook hands
and said our goodbyes.
* * * * * * *
Sam wanted a
decision by noon. I went in with dad to talk to Sam. Dad
liked an older man who didn’t have nearly as much experience as Jim
Redfeather but he was a good bullshiter.
“Who’s the lucky
man, gentlemen?” Sam asked smiling at me. Dad went off on the person he
liked, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to undermine his
choice.
“You’re awfully
quiet, Mr. Shop Foreman.”
“Dad, has some
good points about his man. I don’t want to go against who he
wants. He’s probably the better judge of workers than I am.”
“Now, wait a
minute! Jake ain’t the one what’s gonna’ be workin’ with the
man. You are, Beau! You don’t even have to tell me
who you’d pick, Son, I know. You might say it was written in the
cards.” Sam smiled, giggled, and winked at me, “Now, Jake,— when
you were foreman, I always gave you final say about who you chose to
work here; however, Beau is foreman now and that right falls to him. He
won’t go against you because he loves you.” Dad looked shocked at
Sam’s blatant words.
“It’s all right,
Jake, I love him, too. This one should be his call. Knowing him
like I do, I know he’s picked Jim Redfeather to work with,— right
Beau?”
“Yes, Sir,
Boss.” Dad got a big grin on his face.
“You’re right,
Sam, it should be his call. I had my head up my butt thinking
about being temporary foreman for another three months. I can work with
the Chief.”
“Good, then
we’ll hire James Redfeather, and I better not ever here you call him
'Chief,' Jake, unless he is one.” Sam walked off laughing.
Dad wasn’t upset
as I thought he might be. He took it in stride and even
apologized for trying to take over my job.
“I didn’t think
about you having to be the one to work with him, and after all, you did
get rid of Tom. If for no other reason it should’ve been your
call. You were gonna’ let me have my way, weren’t you, kid?”
“Yes, Dad, I
was. I didn’t want you pissed at me for going against your
choice.”
“Well,
Sam’s right,— I do love you, but it would take a lot more than a
stupid hiring disagreement to stop it. Besides,---” he laughed,
“you might cut me off.”
“Never even
crossed my mind, Dad.”
“Tell me, Beau,
is Sam a Master?” I was shaken by his bold, dead on question, but
I didn’t want to lie to him.
“Now, Dad, if
Sam asked me, if you were fucking me, what would you want me to tell
him?”
“At this point,
I don’t think there are any secrets around here. Tell him the
truth. I get the feeling he’d understand.”
“Well,— you’re
gonna’ have to ask Sam that question because I can’t tell you.”
“You mean you
can’t tell me because you don’t know or you know but can’t tell me?”
“I won’t answer
that question either, and you know it’s wrong of you to ask.”
“Okay, you win,
kid. You’re right. It’s wrong of me to ask. If Sam
wants me to know he’ll tell me. I just think it’s kind a’ strange
he has a nephew named Yoshie.” He walked away shaking his head
while I walked in the other direction as fast as I could to keep from
guffawing and him hearing me. Finally, I turned a corner into one
of the unoccupied bays and laughed until I thought I was gonna’ throw
up. I turned around and there was Sam holding an application
looking at me funny.
“I thought you
were crying for a minute.” Sam seemed concerned. I started
laughing again and Sam started laughing at me.
“I’m sorry,
Boss, it’s just something dad said to me he didn’t even realize was
funny.” I recounted the scene to Sam and he laughed, too.
“I appreciate
you being stoic with him, but I knew the time was coming when Jake and
I had to have a heart to heart. This just sort of speeds it up a
bit. You did right. He should ask me, but I may drop a bomb
in his lap sometime soon.” We both laughed.
“I contacted
Redfeather, and he’ll be in tomorrow morning with his tools to start
work. You may have to lead him by the hand for the rest of the
week, but that shouldn’t be too hard for you, huh, Son? He
laughed at his jab.
“Then you think
he’s good looking, too?”
“Good
looking? Fucking gorgeous. Who does he remind you of?”
“My
Master.” I said flatly. Sam laughed.
“Could be his
brother. Redfeather ask me to give you a message.” I grimaced,
Sam giggled. “He wanted me to remind you of your promise.”
“He made me
promise I’d call him no matter the outcome of the job. I’ll call
him this evening. What am I gonna’ do, Sam? He told me he wanted
me.”
“Well, obviously
he’s either gay or bi and honesty would be the best policy, I should
think. I couldn’t imagine you being anything but,— ”
“You’re right,
of course! But, it just don’t seem too cool to start a job
and tell your boss you want to lay him even before you’re hired.”
I was laughing my ass off and got Sam to laughing again.
“Don’t be too
rough on him, Beau! The way you been looking these days with the
glow of a young man in love, if I were him, I probably would 've
done the same damn thing. Hell, no, I would have invited you for
a ride on my bike and shared you with my nephew with the strange name.”
he roared with laughter.
“I’m sure I
would have tried to book seconds, too.” I allowed as it was my
turn to laugh.
“You think he’s
the native American you spoke of yesterday, Son?”
“Is there any
doubt in your mind, Sam. How many native American’s did you have
apply?” He got me laughing again.
“Good
point! I have to be honest with you, Beau, I knew the minute he
shook my hand he was the man you saw in the cards. Yoshie will have a
fit. After you’ve got him settled in, Jake can take over from
there. He should be able to hit the ground running. I think
you made a good call, Son. Now,— get to work and make us some
money.”
“Yes, Sir, Boss.”
For all his
gruffness, I had come to really love Sam. His sense of humor was
like no other. He found the damndest things funny. He laughed at
dad and me endlessly. He could be strong and demanding when he
needed to be, yet he was fair to a fault and commanded respect from all
corners. I was glad to work for him.
Break time came
and dad came by with a cup of coffee the way I liked it and some
cookies his wife made. Damn, they were good.
“Dad, I’ve got
to vacate my apartment this week. Could I ask a favor of throwing an
old trunk in the back of your pickup and following me up to Mt.
Washington on your way home? Say Wednesday or Thursday depending on
work schedule here?”
“Sure, kid, no
problem. To Hell with the work schedule. You name the day,
and I’ll tell my wife I have to help you move a couple of things and
that’s it. Even if we have to stay late to get something out, it’s
okay.”
“Well, how about
Thursday?”
“That’s fine
with me. What about your furniture?”
“I’m just gonna’
leave it there for the next person, if they want it.”
“I could use a
couple of things for the kids if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, Hell no,
Dad! Take anything you want. In fact we can load your truck and I’ll
help you unload it at your place if you need me. If we need to
make two trips we can get the rest the next day.”
“I’d appreciate
it. The oldest girl needs some stuff of her own and it would help us
out.”
“Fine, why don’t
we start Wednesday evening then, and we can have Thursday to clean
up. That way I can have the entire weekend with my Master.”
Dad looked at me and smiled a proud paternal smile.
“I hope I get to
meet this new Master sometime soon.”
“Oh, you will,
Dad, you will.”
“Didn’t Master
Jeb tell me he was a Cop?”
“That’s right,
Dad, and a very handsome one, too.”
“How’d ju’ meet
him?”
“He pulled me
over on the bike and cited me for going eighty-five in a thirty mile
per hour zone; but, he only wrote it for ten over. You might say
it was love at first cite.” Jake roared with laughter at my
pun.
“Since we’re
gonna’ be busy Wednesday and Thursday how’s your day today or tomorrow
shaping up for a beer after work?” Jake asked me.
“Today’s pretty
good, Dad. I got my work out and starting on what Tom would’ve
had. Don’t know about tomorrow so we better take what we know is
open to us.” I replied.
“Yeah, I’m free
after lunch. I can come out here and give you guys a hand, and we
can make sure we finish at a decent time.”
“Sounds good to
me, Dad, I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You always do,
Son, you always do.” He laughed, pleased with himself.
The rest of the
afternoon went like clockwork. True to his word dad came out and
helped us all afternoon. He really didn’t have to, we had most of
it covered. The guys who were left were all good men, and I
didn’t seem to have the problems dad had with them. I think they knew I
expected a certain level from them, and they didn’t seem to mind
meeting it. I got along well with all of them, and helped
when I could. I don’t know. Maybe I unwittingly put the fear of
God in them when I fired Tom.
Dad seemed to
enjoy working with his tools and we were through a half hour before
quitting time. I got the new work assignment sheets from Sam and typed
them up for the next morning’s work. That was done, out of the way, and
we were ready to head for my place. Sam noticed us leaving
together and hollered.
“Have fun,
guys!” I gave him a dirty look then laughed. We got to my
place and dad was in a talky mood. We talked for a while, and he
didn’t seem like he wanted to fuck so I asked him if he wanted to relax
and let his kid suck him off. I had that big Italian sausage down
my throat in nothing flat. He really seemed to enjoy it, and I thought
he would blow my head off when he came. He came a lot and tasted
good. I cleaned him real good and lay with my head in his lap as he sat
up in my bed still talking. He had a million things on his mind, and I
was his sounding board. He played with the top of my head, and leaned
over every now and then to kiss me on the top of it. Finally, he
gave a big sigh and thanked me for the blow job.
“You don’t have
to thank me, Dad, you know it’s yours when you need it.”
“I know. I
just don’t want to be a bastard like I was the other night.”
“You weren’t a
bastard, Dad. A little over the top, maybe,” I giggled, “but you
were still damn good.”
“Think so?”
“Oh, fuck, old
man, you know how I feel about you.”
“Yeah, I
do. I guess I need a little reassurance every now and
then.” I walked him to the door, he smiled and snapped his
fingers. I fell to his boots immediately and kissed each
one. He held his hand down for me. I took it, kissed the
back and put it to my forehead.
“Rise, Son, and
tell your old man, goodbye.” I jumped up, hugged him, kissed him
on the cheek and he did a the same.
“Damn, Dad, that
was sweet, thanks.”
“I’ll get
better, Son.”
“I don’t know
how, Dad, you’re pretty damn good like you are.” We laughed
and he was out the door.
“See ya’
tomorrow, Son.”
I went to my
phone and dialed Jim Redfeather’s number. A deep, masculine voice
answered.
“Hello.”
“Jim Redfeather?”
“Beau?”
“It’s me,
Jim. Congratulations, you got the job.”
“I know, your
boss, Sam, called me shortly after noon and told me to report to work
tomorrow with my tools. I have you to thank, don’t I?”
“Sam was
impressed with you, too.”
“But, you were
the deciding vote?”
“Yes, Jim, I
was, and it wasn’t because I think you’re an exceptionally handsome
man. You have the qualifications and experience we’re looking
for. You would have gotten the job on that alone. The other
is icing on the cake, so to speak.”
“When can I see
you,— alone?”
“Well, that’s
difficult right now.”
“You have a
lover? Is Jake your lover?”
“No, I have no
lover, per se, Jim. It’s kind a’ hard to explain. I’m involved in
a relationship that’s not what most folks might consider socially
acceptable. I’m pledged to become a slave to a fine man, to
ultimately to be owned by him and become his personal property.
He will become my Master. He's an LAPD motor officer and an
exceptionally good looking man. You look enough like him to be
his brother. I know this may be a lot for you to understand, but
I’m trying to be as truthful with you as I promised I would be.”
“Hot damn! I do
understand, Beau! I’ve been trying like crazy to find someone to
introduce me to a subgroup of Master/slaves I’ve heard about here in
the L.A. area by the name of 'Mc Ginnius' or something like that and
have come up with zilch. Are you a member of that group?”
“Yes, Jim, I am.
It’s Mc Innis and they are my family clan. I’m a member of the
founders inner circle of family which I’m proud of and have the stripes
to prove it.” I laughed, “The training I’m scheduled for is,— .”
“Is slave
training, of course! Am I right?” he beat me to it.
“Yes, Jim, it
is.”
“I have to know
more as soon as possible. Please, Beau, if I can’t have you then
help me with this. I won’t ask another thing, ever. I know it’s a
lot to ask from a stranger,— but that’s not right either,— we aren’t
strangers, somehow. You know it and so do I.”
“Tell ya’ what,
Jim,— lemme’ call my Master and see what he says.”
“All right,
Beau, I will forever be in your debt.”
I called Master
Earl and explained the situation to him from A to Z and told him I
didn’t want to do anything behind his back. Did he have any
suggestions?
“Have him follow
you up here for dinner. We’ve got enough for an army. Dirk
and Allen are coming for dinner and they can answer questions as well
as we can.”
“You sure it’s
all right, Master?”
“Sure, might be
nice to have new blood in the family. Especially real American
blood. Besides, I think I remember you telling Sam something about a
new employee who would be native American who would also become a
member of our family. That’s spookey, Son,— but, Hell,— I’m getting use
to it by now.” he laughed. I dialed Jim’s number again.
“Beau?”
“Yes, Jim.
What are you doing for dinner this evening? My Master has invited
you up with me for dinner. One other couple, Master and
slave, from our family will be there, and you can meet them as well.”
“I’d love to
meet your Master and the others. I have a bike, too. Where shall
we meet? I’m ready right now, showered and shaved.”
“I know where
you live from the address on your application. I’ll be by in ten
minutes. Just follow me up the hill and pull in after me.
Now,— I should warn you we have some rituals we observe but you
won’t be expected to follow suit. Just be yourself and observe.”
“Great!
See you in ten.”
I was a bit
uncomfortable with the situation, but Jim seemed so genuine I couldn’t
help but like him. I didn’t fear him. It may be all right.
I rode by Jim Redfeather’s apartment and he followed me up the
hill. We parked our bikes and Master Earl walked out in his
leathers, drop dead gorgeous. Jim Redfeather was stunned.
“Master Earl,
may I introduce Mr. James Redfeather. Jim this is my Master,
Officer Earl D. Shaw.” Master Earl stuck his hand out and Jim
took it in both his hands and shook it firmly.
“It’s an honor
and privilege to meet you, Sir. Thank you so much for the kind
invitation to your home. I’m truly honored. What may I call
you, Sir? I’d be honored to call you Master Earl if that’s okay
with you?”
“It is, indeed,
young man. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Come in, come
in!” I quickly took off my coveralls and put them in the
washer. I turned the machine on and headed for the kitchen door.
Master Earl was holding it for me.
“Thank you,
Master.” I said as I entered with only my work boots on. Jim
Redfeather’s mouth dropped to the floor as I smiled at him.
“My slave isn’t
allowed to wear clothes in the house, Jim. You wanna’ fetch your
collar, Son, then return to tell your Master ‘Hello.’” I went off to
our bedroom, found my collar and leash on his night stand. I
returned with it in my mouth and knelt in front of him. He
quickly attached it and let my leash drop as a sign to start the ritual
greeting. I lovingly kissed each of his boots, found his hand
waiting. I kissed it lovingly as well and placed it to my
forehead.
“Rise my slave
and show your Master your love.” I jumped up and threw my arms around
his neck and gave him a big kiss.
“Thank you, Son,
I needed that.” Jim Redfeather had tears in his eyes and turned
away so we wouldn’t see him. He turned and walked several steps away
from us. Master nodded for me to go to him. I put my arms around
the handsome man and held him as he cried in my arms.
“That’s not
fair, Gentlemen. I’ve never witnessed any greater showing of
giving and receiving love than you two just displayed. It touched
something in me I know I must have. Thank you for that. Beau, you
truly are blessed.”
“I agree, Jim, I
agree.” He held me away from him and looked at my body closely,
noticing my scars. He looked at me, then at my scars again,
and examined each with his fingers.
“I could swear
that’s my work.” He said referring to the scars. “No one
stitched exactly like I did in Nam and I can see the holes.”
“Chief,— ?”
“You knew me?”
“I’m
Ber’Rabbit. You were the one who patched me up the last time and
stayed with me until the evacs got there.
“My God,— it is
you! I knew we knew each other from somewhere. Oh God,
Beau, I never knew your real name.” he started crying again and hugging
me so tight I thought my eyes were gonna’ pop out. I began to cry and
kiss him holding him tightly. We became weak in our knees and
fell to the floor on our knees still clinging to each other.
Master Earl was stunned and deeply moved at our emotions. He came to us
to comfort the two of us. He gently enfolded us within his big
arms and held us until we somewhat recovered.
“I only knew you
as ‘The Chief’ and never met you until that day.” I spoke softly
to him through my tears,“I never got to thank you for staying with me
and placing yourself in danger all that time. I would’ve died if
it hadn’t been for you. Oh God, Chief, how can I thank you?”
“You all ready
have, Beau, you all ready have. I got to Nam later than you, and you
were a legend among the corpsmen. I was determined to be as much
a legend.”
“You got one
more heart than I did.” I chided him.
“Yeah, but you
blew me out of the water with that star.”
A Harley pulled
into the car port. It was Dirk and Allen.
“Excuse me,
gentlemen. Our other guest have arrived, and I must welcome
them. Watch!” said Master Earl, “They’ll have more food. I
hope you two are hungry.” Master Earl said to us and laughed.
Jim and I got
ourselves together, and stood still holding each other.
“Don’t be taken
aback by anything Allen says,” I told Jim, “he’s the most innocent of
slaves and loves everybody; especially, good looking everybodys.”
I laughed. “And Jim, don’t be shocked by his body
modifications. I’ll answer all your questions later.” Sure
enough, Allen held the door for his Daddy Bear as he carried in bags of
take out. Then he fell at Master Earl’s feet and kissed each of
his boots. I did the same for Big Dirk and Jim got to see the ritual
all over again. This time he drank it in like a thirsty man.
“Master Dirk may
I introduce you to Mr. Jim Redfeather. Jim this is Master Dirk
Sorenson.”
“It’s truly a
pleasure to meet you, Master Dirk.” Jim said.
“Pleasure’s
mine, Son, good to meet you.” fired back Daddy Bear.
“We were afraid
you might not have enough, Master Earl.” Allen smiled at Master
Earl.
“Gosh, you two!”
I introduced
Allen to Jim. Allen immediately hugged and kissed him.
“Beau, he’s
gorgeous. He's the native American you saw in the cards
yesterday, isn't he? The one whose going to become a new member
of our family, right? You're gonna' work with him, right?
How're you gonna' keep your hands off him, Beau? You said he'd be
good looking but this,— he's,— well, he's,— ”
“Allen!” Came a
big bear growl from the kitchen, “Clothes?”
“Excuse me for a
minute, Daddy Bear has spoken.” Jim and I laughed as Allen headed
to the bedroom to disrobe. I headed for the kitchen, Master Earl
grabbed me and turned me around.
“We can handle
this. Take your new employee on a tour. When you get back we’ll
be ready to eat.”
“Thank
you, Master. Come, Jim."
"You saw all
that in the tarot cards, Beau?" he asked as followed Allen from the
room.
"Yes, I'm afraid
so. That's not all there is either."
"There's more,—
about me?"
"I'll tell you a
little at a time. I don't want you overwhelmed."
"S'a little late
for that, Beau!" he laughed. “I’m all ready overwhelmed and loving it.”
I led him to the
patio and showed him the three decks and pool. Then we went into
our bedroom where Allen just finished undressing and Jim caught sight
of Allen’s man-cunt. He got the strangest smile on his face and
Allen watched him closely.
“Allen,— you’re
beautiful.” Jim said quietly. Allen ran to him and again
threw his arms around his neck. This time Jim picked him up,
swung him around, and kissed Allen. Allen was in love again. We
did the rest of the tour with Allen in tow. We reached the bookcase
where I pressed a button, and it released the lever for it to swing
open on hinges. I revealed the secret staircase and we proceeded
down. Jim’s eyes were wide when he beheld the panorama of the
dungeon. His knees went week under him, and he had to sit on the
stairs for a minute.
“Damn, I’ve
dreamed of owning something like this for years. I never knew
anyone ever made it their reality. This evening has been a
revelation.”
“Let’s get back,
they’re probably ready for us.”
“Beau, that plug
in your butt? Does your Master make you wear it to work?”
“Yes.” I
answered without elaboration.
“You’re use to
it, huh?”
“Yeah; although,
you never get totally use to it. That’s the idea, it reminds me
of who owns me and who put it there.”
“That’s so
fucking hot!”
Allen, get us
two towels for our chairs out of the linen closet, will you,
Sweetheart?”
“Sure,
Beau.” They were ready for us to sit down to dinner and Allen
brought towels for him and I to sit on. Master Earl raised his wine
glass.
“Here’s to a
curious young man who is, as it turns out, my slave’s savior, a new
employee of my slave’s company, and hopefully a new member of our
family.”
“Here!
Here!” We all clicked glasses. Jim seemed enthralled with
the whole atmosphere. Big Dirk and Allen had questioning looks.
Master Earl asked me about hiring Jim and I told them the whole story.
Jim sat there quiet until Master Earl asked him about himself.
“I was born and
raised on a reservation north of Prescott Arizona. I was drafted and
sent to Nam. I was over there almost six years.”
“Jim’s a member
of the Yavapie tribe, Master. He was in another corpsman unit than
mine. We rarely saw each other but waved from Hewey to Hewey.
Master Dirk, Allen, this is the man who patched me up and waited with
me until the final evacs got there. We never met, face to face,
until that day, and we only saw each other once after that from
afar. Jim came to see me off to the states, but was late getting
to the strip. As the plane taxied down the runway, I saw him
waving goodbye to me.”
“Beau was a
legend over there, Master Earl. I’ve talked to fifteen or twenty guys
since I’ve been back who remember him and most of ‘em were patched up
by him. Every now and then I meet one I patched up. I’ve
run in to about twenty, including you, Beau, and there’s always
this feeling like I had with you this morning that I’d known them
before.”
I filled him in
on Wes, Breed and Blaine. He was sorry for Master Earl's sake Wes
passed away.
“Oh, he’s still
around, Jim. At least he was last night. Tell them, Beau,
whether they believe or not.”
I recounted our
experience in the dungeon of Wes entering my body to experience our
love. I think they all believed it because they knew Master Earl
was not given to exaggeration. “My people
believe spirits remain sometime for years until they’re satisfied
something has been accomplished they want to happen. They
describe a small blue ball of light, which, if given permission, may
enter another briefly to experience life again.”
“That’s exactly
what happened, but it wasn’t the first time. The first date Beau
and I had was a Friday night here and Wes entered his body then,
too. However, he and Wes had been lovers in Nam and shared
something very close.” I told Jim the story of cutting Wes and Blaine
out of the bamboo cages and hiding them and five other guys in a cave
until we could start back to our lines. Allen and Dirk never
heard the stories and were full of questions.
“We wondered how
you and Blaine became so close that quickly. He usually takes
some time to warm up to people. It was a year or more before
Allen and I could get two words out of him. ‘ Course now we can’t shut
him up.” Dirk laughed at his joke.
“Well,— young
man, it looks like you’re going to become a member of our family
whether you want to or not. You are indirectly responsible for me
having this young man as my slave to be; not to slight Wes, who seems
to have made it his goal to see us together. Beau was his lover
first then I later bought Wes from a slave trainer, the same who will
be training Beau. Wes has seen to it we met, fell in love and
will be Master and slave. How could we deny him some of our love.
It was kind of hot, fucking two souls at the same time.”
“I can see how
it might be, Sir.” agreed Jim. Big Dirk just shook his head
in disbelief.
“Not to pry but
do you see yourself as a Master or a subservient?”
“I’m not really
sure, Sir. With greatest respect, before I met you and came to
your home the only thing I had on my mind was getting into Beau’s
ass. Sorry bro. To be totally honest, I’ve always
fantasized about being a slave to some good Master, but never had the
opportunity to even try. None of the guys I’ve met in
Hollywood know what being a Master is all about. One evening with you
and Master Dirk, I can see your ideas and way of living is far apart
from their individually stylized ideas of SM, Master/slave
relationships. It’s something I never new could exist. I want it
for myself. I need to find out if I’m a slave or have Master
potential.”
“Too bad Beau
didn’t find you one day earlier.” we all agreed with Master Earl.
“We had a pool party yesterday and there were,— help me guys, how many
couples?”
“About eight.” I
said.
“Yeah, seven or
eight couples here, and you could’ve seen what family was all about.”
“That’s true,”
said Big Dirk. “we had a wonderful time.”
“My training
Masters were here. With my Master’s permission I would like to suggest
we introduce you, and you spend an evening with him. After one evening
with him and his partner I had no doubt what I was and what I wanted. I
was much in the same place you are when I met Master Jeb. Except I was
a bit more frustrated. I was contemplating checking out. The big
“S,” I was so unhappy I didn’t want to go on living. I’ve come a long
way in five weeks.”
“Amen to that!”
said Master Earl. “You’ve had some very loving, gentle, guiding hands
to help you along the way.”
“I have, indeed.”
“I’m open to
anything, gentlemen. I begged Beau to introduce me to his family.
I knew it existed, but I couldn’t find anybody who knew anyone who was
a part of it. At least meeting you and seeing first hand how you
live is an inspiration for me.”
Let me call Jeb
tomorrow and see if I can set up a time for an interview with
him. Do you like older, bear-like men?” Master Earl asked Jim.
“God, who
doesn’t? Allen’s Master here is a prime example.” responded Jim
with a laugh.
“Then you’ll get
along fine with Master Jeb.”
“Not to correct
my good Master, but I fell in love with Master Jeb.”
“We all
have.” said Allen.
“Include me in
that, too.” said my Master.
“Me, too.” Dirk
held up his hand.
“Little
brother?” I asked Allen, “How about giving me a hand clearing the table
and putting the food away. You guys take most of that home with
you. We have enough for me to brown bag it tomorrow.”
“Give Jim some
to take home with him.” Allen said.
“That’s a nice
thought, we’ll pack him some.”
“Oh, Beau, he’s
so pretty. He looks like Master Earl’s younger brother.”
“Doesn’t
he? I knew when he came into the shop today he was the one I was
going to hire.”
“What did Master
Sam think of him?”
“Same as me, he
thought he was gorgeous.” we both laughed. Allen was fun.
Master Earl
pulled Jim off to the side, and I could see him talking to him
seriously. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but
could see Jim had a big smile on his face. He walked back to me,
and pulled me aside.
“Come with me,
slave.” He took my leash and led me to the bedroom. He snapped
his fingers, and I hit the position. He took a towel and removed
my plug then unlocked my collar.
“Get in the
shower and clean yourself. Jim would like to fuck you, and I’m
going to let him. I think the man who saved your life deserves to
tear off a piece off that little ass with my blessing. So, when
you get out, come get him, we’ll be in the spa, and slave, I don’t have
to tell you, make sure you give him a good fuck, understand?” I
threw my arms around him and kissed him.
“You are the
best of Master’s, and I love you very much.”
“Dirk, you and
Allen up for the spa this evening?”
“Lemme’ check
with the missus,— darlin’ you up for laying in the spa with daddy this
evening?”
“That would be
lovely, Daddy Bear.”
“You ain’t on
the rag are you?”
“Oh, you can be
so mean.”
“You know I’m
just kidding, sweetheart. That’s the best part about you. You’re never
on the rag; a bit of a fuss budget from time to time but that’s even
lovable.”
“Come join us,
Son, until Beau get’s himself ready. He’ll come get you.”
“We don’t have
any suits, we don’t use any, so I hope you’re not shy.”
“Gosh, no,
Sir. Just show me where to put my clothes.”
Master Earl
showed Jim where to put his clothes and he quickly got undressed as the
two other men. Jim was a stunning man. Perfectly proportioned
body with cock and low hanging balls to match. Master Earl smiled
and Big Dirk rolled his eyes back into his head after a glance at Jim.
“Where’s Beau?”
Allen asked.
“He’s in the
shower cleaning himself, Son. I’ve ordered him to give his savior here
a good fuck. He’ll be out in a minute to get Jim and while
we soak they’re going off to the other bedroom and Jim’s gonna’ fuck
Beau’s brains out.”
“Right, Son?”
“You’re too
generous, Master Earl. I can’t tell you what it would mean to me just
to be alone for a few minutes with Beau. Our spirits are connected.
I’ve never met people like you. Sex doesn’t seem to be such a
big thing.”
“I assure you it
is,” said Big Dirk “but that’s one of the benefits of
Master/slave relationships. It’s easier to share something you
know you own and will take home with you than it is in ordinary
society.”
“That’s right,
Son,” Master Earl spoke, “I’m not giving you, Beau, I’m loaning him to
you to serve you, and he will pleasure you or he’ll answer to me.”
“Why am I
getting hard just hearing you guys talk about this way of
thinking?” asked Jim.
I walked out to
the patio and reached down to grab Jim’s hand. He looked up at me
and then looked at Master Earl. Master just winked at Jim and
motioned with his head to take me into the house. He followed me
and I had a towel waiting for him. I toweled him down slowly and
gently. It was my first glimpse of Jim’s fine body. He was
perfectly formed, with a magnificent cock and low hanging balls.
Not too much hair on his dark skinned body but a six pack of abs you
could wash clothes on. I took his hand and led him into the guest
bedroom with the leather bedspread. I closed the door, he took me
in his arms and we kissed.
“Beau, I’ve
wanted to do that since this morning. I went home and jacked off twice
thinking of getting into you. I feel funny with your Master
sitting out there. I like him, too. You’re very
lucky. I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth so I
promise you’re gonna’ get fucked.”
“I’d hoped
you might.” I explained how he must take me because of
Master/slave protocol. Since he was playing Master he must take
me as his slave. He seemed to have no problem with the
idea. After I lathered him up with my spit and cleaned beneath
his ample foreskin, he had no problem performing like the Master I
suspected him to be. He entered me with one swift penetration to the
base of his cock. Thanking a Master for taking me hard is now
ingrained in me, and I didn’t hold back from him.
“Damn, that’s
making me hot, Beau.”
“Slave, Master
Jim,— slave.”
“That’s even
hotter, slave.” he responded as he took several long deep strokes into
my ass. Damn, he felt good.
“Oh, Master, you
feel so good inside me. Take all you want and your slave will
give you the best fuck you’ve ever had.” He took me at my word
and proceeded to fuck the meanness out of me. I was one sweet
little slave when he finally shot his load deep within me. He was
another like Big Beryl and Master Jim who had to feel he had taken all
pucker away from my sphincter and wouldn’t pop until he did. The harder
he fucked me the tighter I made my ass. The plug was working to give me
twice the strength I had before. Finally, I felt the point he needed
and relaxed my hole completely.
“You’ve opened
me up, Master, take the good stuff away from me, it’s yours, take
the good stuff.”
“I can feel it,
slave, it’s wonderful. I’ve never felt that before and I’m taking
it all! Oh! Oh! GOD! YOU’VE GOT ME SLAVE! UUHHGG!! AAAAuuuggg!”
“Permission to
shoot, Sir?”
“You better get
it slave, or I’ll beat your ass.” that’s all I needed to hear as I shot
all over him and me. Damn, he was hot. He collapsed on top of me
panting heavily. He relaxed with his cock deep within me. From
time to time he would take a slow, gentle stroke that would send me up
the wall. He kissed me gently as he took several more strokes to
empty the rest of himself into me.
“Thank
you, Master Jim, for that good fucking. Your slave is proud
to have your come in his gut. I’m honored to have the seed of the
Chief within me.” He kissed me again passionately.
“Master Jim,
please consider something I’m about to say.”
“What’s that,
slave-boy?”
“Don’t consider
becoming a slave. You’re not a slave. Only a Master could have
made love and taken me the way you just did.”
“I’ve never had
a real slave under me, sweetheart. You made me feel like a
Master. In your world maybe that’s what a good slave’s suppose to
do.”
“You’re right,
Sir, it’s how a good slave should make his Master feel. There are more
slaves than there are good Masters. Just consider my words, Sir.”
“I will,
Beau. You’ve been very giving, but I have to tell you, since your
good Master has been so generous, I have to take you one more
time. So, lay back and enjoy. It’ll take me a little longer to
get the second one, but I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
“My ass is
yours, Master Chief. Take all you need and your slave will put it
up there.”
“Talk like that
eats me up, slave. I may have seconds and dessert as well.”
The Chief was good to his word and fucked me so hard the second time I
though I was gonna’ pass out, but I kept meeting each of his strokes
until I hit the jackpot of Indian spunk. Damn, I could feel him filling
me up the second time as I once again blasted against his belly.
This time he was laughing and swearing he’d never had a fuck that good
in his life.
“How do you come
without having your cock played with?”
“It’s a gift I
guess, Master Jim; although, I know a handful of slaves who can
do the same.”
“Beau, I have to
be a member of your family; not just to be near you and your handsome
Master, but to be a part of something I desperately need for myself.”
“Well,— that’s
the other part I saw in the tarot cards yesterday for Master Sam,— ”
“Then,— Sam
Jenkins is a member of your family clan, too?”
“Yeah, he and
his slave. What I saw in the cards was you would become a well thought
of member of our family. I didn’t think you’d understand at the
time.”
“You’re probably
right about that. Come, sweet slave,” he said, “Let’s clean up
and get back out to the patio so I may return you, and thank your
generous Master.” We jumped in the shower for a minute and I dried him
off. He kissed me one last time with tears in his eyes. “Thank you,
slave. This will have no influence on me at work. You will
be my boss and I’ll never question an order. I would never place
you in an uncomfortable situation. I care too much to do that.”
“You didn’t even
have to say that. I know that about you all ready. I love you,
Chief.”
“God, Beau, you
don’t know what it means to hear those words from you. I love you and
your Master as well. I hope we’ll be friends and comrades for a long
time.”
He led me back
the to the patio and we got into the pool. Everyone was silent
for a moment. Then my Master spoke.
“Did he give you
a good fuck, Son?”
“Master Earl,—
it was the best I’ve ever had, twice.”
“Hey, Son, I
only gave you a ticket for one ride.” he broke up laughing.
“I guess I was
greedy, Master Earl.”
“Nonsense, Son,
that tells me he did, indeed, give you pleasure and that’s a reflection
on me. He’s my property or will be.”
“I can
understand that, and I can’t thank you enough for sharing your property
with me, Sir.”
“Gimme’ a kiss,
Son, and we’ll call it even.” Jim kissed my Master a good
passionate kiss.
Allen jumped in
Jim’s lap and asked, “Can I have one of those?”
“Sure, little
one.” Jim kissed Allen even more passionately. He finished
and Allen told him, “That was damn good, Jim. You’re not a
slave.” Jim laughed.
“What am I,
chopped liver?” asked Big Dirk, as he put a big arm around Jim and
pulled him over to give him a kiss. Jim kissed him back with
equal verve.
“Of course
you’re not chopped liver, it’s just you look so...”
“The word you’re
looking for is ‘mean’!” laughed Allen.
“Well,...” said
Jim.
“I know, kid,
but even mean looking bears need love.” Big Dirk responded. Jim
saw they were pulling his leg and laughed.
“You’re
right, Master Dirk.”
Big Dirk nudged
me in the pool and leaned over to speak softly.
“Remember the
number three I told you last night?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well,— change
that to four.”
“Message
received, Master Dirk, and I couldn’t agree more.” Allen knew
what he was talking about and giggled. Master Dirk tickled him to
giggle even more.
“Now, stop that,
Dad, and kiss me.” The big bear of a man did as ordered.
They were cute together.
“Well, young
man, I don’t think you’ll have any problem being either a Master
or a slave. You’re fine looking enough to be either.”
“One thing that
impresses me is you guys don’t make it seem important one way or the
other. You don’t seem to place Masters as any more important than
a good slave.”
“Where would a
good Master be without a good slave?” asked Big Dirk.
“They bond, they
become a unit. Why would you want to bond with someone you look
down upon? There are certain separations that are necessary,
you’ll learn about those as you go along, and can make up your mind
then. Whichever, we hope you’ll consider becoming a member of our
family.” stated Master Earl.
“I’d be honored,
Sir. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am by being here this
evening. Its opened new worlds for me and I’m truly grateful.”
We spent some
time in the spa, and Jim excused himself to dress as he felt he had to
go. He wanted to get to bed and be at work early. Master Earl and
I saw him to the door. He hugged and kissed me, then he stood in
front of Master Earl.
“Sir, may I hug
you, too?” asked Chief. Master Earl smiled then laughed.
“Of course,
young man.” he gave him a big hug and kissed him behind the
ear.
“Thank
you, Master Earl, I needed that.”
“You’re welcome,
Son, come again.”
“I will, Sir,
when I’m invited. See ya’ tomorrow morning, Beau.” He was off
down the hill.
“Thank
you, Master.”
“For what?”
“Helping me
out. I didn’t know what to do.”
“I think you
have a good, loyal employee on your hands.”
“I feel the same
way, Sir. By the way, have I told you lately how proud I am to be your
slave?”
“No, but it’s
good to hear.” he put his arm around me, and we walked back to
the spa.
“Talk about a
good looking man? Whew!” expressed Big Dirk. “I must be turning
gay.”
“Who wouldn’t
find the man attractive, straight or gay?” asked Master Earl.
“I’m with you,
Master Earl.” Allen said. “He made my twat twitch.”
“Your ‘twat
twitch,’ Allen?” we all lost it laughing Allen’s expression.
“I don’t think
he’s a slave.” I said to Master Earl.
“I tend to agree
with you, Son.” he replied.
We lay in the
spa a while longer and Dirk decided he an Allen had to leave.
They thanked us for the dinner they brought, and I sent Allen home with
a bag full of food. Master and I returned to the spa for some time to
ourselves. It was great laying in his big arms in the warm water.
We didn’t talk much. He was coming down from the weekend, and all
that happened to the two of us. Strange and wonderful things. We were
together. We were building memories. He was becoming my family
and I his.
I wondered why I
needed training. Wasn’t I a good enough slave as is? I really didn’t
want to leave him to go through training, but I didn’t know if I should
express it or not. I decided not to. I was so lost in his
love, all I wanted was to be his possession, to belong to him, and I
was willing to do anything, including training, to get there. Somehow,
to him, slave training would put the Good Housekeeping Seal of
Approval stamp on his slave. I wondered if he needed that more
than me. I had fears I might not end up his. I tried not to think
about it, but the more I fell in love with him the more afraid I
became. Oh, sure, I could become some other Master’s slave, but now, I
wasn’t interested in the challenge anymore. I was in love, and
the only Master I wanted was Master Earl. Maybe slave training
would teach me the necessity of not trying to plan my own future.
We crawled into
bed. I was tired from work, fucking my brains out, and the
emotional experience with Jim. Master was in a mellow mood and
wanted to relax and hold me. That was all right by me. We
made a little love, and he was ready to go to sleep. I curled up
into him with my backside against his front, his arms around me. I
cried softly thinking he was asleep.
“Shhhhhh...!” He
whispered pulling me close. “I told you not to think about that.”
“I’m sorry,
Master, I thought you were asleep. I’m just afraid.”
“Have faith in
me, little one. Have faith in Wes. Have faith in yourself
and lastly, have faith in the Great Spirit. All will be as you
wish, you’ll see. Now, go to sleep and dream of us together.”
“I will Master.”
Part II ~ The
Week That Was
“Sparrows at a
Butterfinger leaving crumbs behind, Two crows share
a Dodger dog wolfing down their find, My Master hands
me paper cups filled with ice cold beer, No one knows
that I’m his slave as we all stand up to cheer.” Canto 44 ~
Slave’s Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous
We were up early
the next morning. We showered together which saved time. We
usually didn’t do that; however, Master was unusually loving this
morning. We did more loving than cleaning. We hit the high
spots and the lower spots. Especially, the lower spots. We had
coffee, and he was really in good spirits.
“You gonna’ get
off on time today, Son?”
“Don’t know,
Master. That’s the price of leadership.”
“You worried,
having to break in a new man today?”
“No, Master, I
did that last night.” we laughed.
“I guess you did
at that.” he continued laughing.
“Have I told you
lately, how proud I am to have you as my slave.”
“No, Master, but
you just made my day.” I said leaning over to kiss him on the
cheek.
“We’d better
take off.”
He was in full
uniform. I fell to my knees and lovingly kissed each of his
boots. I found his hand and kissed it lovingly as well,
placing it to my forehead.
“Come, my
beautiful slave and tell Officer Masters goodbye.” I jumped up,
threw my arms around his neck. We kissed a kiss that would
hold me through the day.
“I love
you, Master.”
“I love you,
too, Son.”
We were off down
the hill, and I again followed behind so I could look at him in his
uniform and handsome boots. I felt like I was the luckiest slave
in the world. We came to my turn off and Master pulled in behind
me to say ‘hello’ to Sam and Jim. He stopped his motor for a
moment, was shaking their hands, wishing them good day when dad walked
into the lot. I motioned him over, and I introduced him to Master
Earl. He smiled when Master Earl said to him,
“Heard lots of
good things about you, Jake. I’m glad to finally meet you.”
“You, too,
Officer Shaw, you look like a man who could handle my boy.” They
both broke up laughing. Jim looked perplexed. Sam was in
stitches. Master Earl pulled on his helmet and was off to work.
Jim brought his rollaway tool box on the back of his truck. I all
ready had the assignment sheets done last night so I volunteered to
help Jim with his box. As I was helping him, I couldn’t help admire how
handsome he was. To think,— I had him inside me last night.
Life was good.
“When you gonna’
tell me about your dad Jake?”
“I’ll give you
the Reader’s Digest version this morning and the unabridged version
later.” I explained about coming in off the street and how hard Jake
rode me in the beginning up to the point he followed me home for the
first time.
“We aren’t
lovers. He’s,— become my ‘fuck dad.’ We fuck maybe twice a
week and we’ve grown close.”
“From anyone
else I’d say it was sick, but I think I know how you feel. I
can’t help feel a little jealous of him though, but I promise, because
he’s special to you, I’ll make a friend of him.”
“I’d appreciate
that, besides, you might just begin to see the sweet, funny, lovable
man he can be.” I gave Jim his assignment and he said he could do it.
“If I need help I’ll come get you, Boss.”
“Beau, Jim.”
“Okay.”
“Do you mind
being called ‘Chief’?”
“Oh Hell,
no! That’s what I was known as in Nam all those years, and I am a
Yavapie prince. I’m in line to become a Chief. I’d be proud
for you to call me Chief. Especially after last night.” he
added softly.
“I like that,
Chief. You always will be my Chief, Jim. Especially after
last night.” we both laughed.
“By the way, you
made a big impression on my Master and Master Dirk. You’re also
Allen’s new love. I’ll leave you alone and let you get squared
away. I’ve got to get the rest of these sheets passed out.
See you later, Chief. Have a good day.”
“You, too, Beau.”
Why did my heart
feel so full? God, I was walking on air. The other guys noticed
it and started calling me ‘short timer.’ They were told I was being
recalled by the Navy to do relocation of Viet villagers since I
knew how to speak the language. It was a perfect cover. I told them I’d
rather stay here as they were still killing folks over there. I got
back to my bay and got to work. I was finished with my assignment
just about morning break and was ready to run in another truck. Dad
came around with a cup of coffee for me, and had some more goodies his
wife made. Surprisingly, he stopped by Jim’s bay and invited him
to share break with us. He shared his goodies with Jim as well.
“Okay, you were
right, kid, I was wrong. Jim was the best man for the job.”
he said in front of Jim. “My apologies, Jim.”
“Don’t need to,
Jake, I come off sort of quiet. I know I don’t sell myself too well,
but I know trucks.”
“I’ll say, he’s
finished with that transmission fluid change and adjustment. I
checked him out.”
“Great, we need
to run two more in, because I finished this one.”
“Nice to have a
new employee hit the ground running.” said Dad.
“By the way,
Dad, you may call him ‘Chief.’ Jim is a real Yavapie prince and
will be a Chief.”
“Hey, that’s
great! Sam threatened me with my life if I called you ‘Chief’
without you really being one.” we all laughed.
“Chief also
happens to be the medic that saved my life in Nam, Dad.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No he’s not,
Jake. We knew each other from afar in Nam but never met until I
patched him up in the field.”
“Son of a
bitch,— then your family, Son.” Jake patted Chief on the
back. I had a feeling they were going to be friends.
After break, I
went to the office and typed up three new assignment sheets as one of
the other men finished his job as well. Sam came around and asked
how the new employee was working out, and how did my Master know him? I
told Sam everything, and he just shook his head smiling.
“See!” he said
softly, “You little shit, cards or no cards, I told you,— you made the
right call. Yoshie was blown away last night when I told him
about Jim Redfeather. He couldn’t believe it. I told him it
was as much a shock for me.” he walked away laughing, “Can’t wait
to get home, Yoshie ain’t gonna’ believe this one. Your savior in
Nam. Shee-it! Unbelievable!”
We got off on
time as we were getting caught up from being down one employee.
Jim easily put out three times the work Tom ever did. Dad had to
get home but promised tomorrow we would get my stuff moved. Jim
volunteered his truck to make it in one load if we needed him. Dad
thought it was a great idea and looked forward to tomorrow. I told Jim
he would get to meet Master Jeb, ut either my Master or I would call
this evening to let him know what Master Earl found out.
“I feel like
wonderful new doors are being opened for me through you and your
goodness, Beau. Maybe it’s true. What goes around comes around.
Maybe your friend Wes is looking out for me, too? Maybe he
brought us together again because he knows we need something from each
other?”
I left work
feeling better than I had in years. I was even whistling as I
waved goodbye to Jim when I turned to ride up the hill to Master Earl’s
house. My Master’s bike was in the carport when I pulled
in. He left the kitchen door open. I parked my bike, took off my
coveralls, threw them in the wash and started the machine. I
turned to find my Master standing tall in the doorway looking at me
with love in his eyes. My heart melted. He pulled me inside
and allowed me to go through the greeting ritual that had become so
important to me. He drew me to him and kissed me long and hard. I
let him have his way with me, so to speak. Hell, what gay man in his
right mind would play coy with a drop dead gorgeous motorcycle Cop in
full uniform when he wanted his way with him?
“Just think,
slave boy, one whole evening to ourselves. Can you handle it?”
“I’ll do my
damnedest, Master.” we laughed.
“I picked up
dinner for us.”
“Master,
we have all that other food.”
“We’ll eat it or
take a bunch to work tomorrow and feed the troops.”
“I could do
that, it’s still good.”
“Put on your
chaps and vest. I want to see my leather, biker slave parade
around for his Master with his plugged ass hanging out.”
“Did you get a
chance to talk to Master Jeb, Sir.”
“I did. He
said to give Jim his phone number and have him call to set up an
appointment. I’ll call him in a minute after you follow my dress
order and tell him.”
“He volunteered
his truck to carry some of my furniture to dad’s and my trunk to Mt.
Washington so he might get to meet Master Jeb tomorrow. Could you
call Master Jeb back to see if it’s convenient for me to come up there
tomorrow to drop my trunk off.”
“I could, but I
think he’d rather hear from you.”
“Good point,
Master, I’ll be right back.” I returned and dialed Master Jeb’s number.
“Hello.”
It was Big Jim.
“Hello, Master
Ox, how are you this afternoon. This is Beau.”
“Hello, love,
good to hear your voice again. How’ve you been?”
“I’m great,
Sir. Hired a new man at work Master Earl called Master Jeb about
earlier. I need to speak to him about bringing my trunk by there
tomorrow evening after work,— if that would be convenient.”
“He’s here,—
just a minute.” he hollered for Master Jeb.
“Hello, Son.”
“It’s your slave
calling, Master.”
“What can your
Master do for you, Son?”
“I’m vacating my
apartment and need to bring a trunk by tomorrow after work if
possible. The young man who Master Earl called about earlier will
be helping dad and I. I’ve given my old furniture to dad for his
kids, and Jim volunteered his truck to give us a hand. Is that
all right with you?”
“Certainly,
Son, no problem. I’ll be happy to meet him, but I still want him
to set up an appointment.”
“Then, that will
be explained to him, Sir, and thank you, Master Jeb.”
“You know you’re
welcome, Son.”
“And Master Jeb?”
“Yes, Son?”
“I love you,
Sir.” there was a brief silence on the other end.
“You know what I
told you the other night? I’m not gonna’ hold back from you
anymore, Son. I love you, too, so does your big blue ox.”
I related my
conversation with Master Jeb to Master Earl and he wanted to know if I
wanted to call Jim.
“I think he
would feel more included if you called him, gave him the message, and
then let me talk to him afterward.”
“You have a good
point, too, Son.” He called Jim Redfeather, gave him the information,
Master Jeb’s phone number and ask about his first day at work. Master
Earl gave Jim our phone number as well. He wished him good luck and
said his slave would like to speak with him.
“Hello, Chief.”
“Hey, Beau, how
you doing, kid.”
“Now, that I’m
home with my collar, leash and leathers on, I’m doing just fine.”
“Damn, wish I
could see that. I will sometime, I’m sure.”
“I’d like that,
too, Chief. Master Jeb said he’d be happy to meet you tomorrow,
but to call and set up an appointment to talk with him. He’s a
wonderful man, Chief. He won’t push you into anything he doesn’t
think you’re ready for. Just be honest with him, and he’ll be with you
as well.”
“That’s what I’m
looking for, Beau. Thank you and your good Master for this
opportunity.”
“See you
tomorrow, Chief.”
“Goodnight,
Beau, and give that big cop a kiss for me, too.”
“You got it,
Chief.”
“You’re calling
him ‘Chief’?”
“He is a Prince
of the Yavapie tribe, Master and next in line to be Chief.”
“Makes sense to
me.” Master laughed.
After work the
next day dad and Chief were at my place. With the two trucks we had all
the furniture dad wanted and my trunk loaded. I left my bike in the
garage and rode with Chief to follow dad to his house. We were going to
unload him first, then Chief and I were going to drop by Master Jeb’s
with my trunk. Dad’s wife, Anita, met us with iced tea and
cookies. She was really grateful to get the furniture. We
helped unload and placed everything where she wanted. She
insisted we stay for dinner, but we told her we had another stop to
make on our way home and they were expecting us. We promised we’d come
back soon for dinner some evening. Dad wanted us to stay longer, but he
knew we had things to take care of. The kids were all over us.
They were wonderful. They were all good looking children who got
the best from both parents.
Chief and I
arrived at Master Jeb’s a little after six. He was sitting on the
front porch with Big Jim having a beer. We walked up, and I
introduced the two of them to Chief. I could tell Chief was taken
by Master Jeb, but he was agog at Big Jim. He was much like me.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Big Jim. He did, but I knew he was
watching him in his peripheral vision. Maybe I was wrong about
Chief. Maybe he was slave material. Master Jeb would know.
We didn’t stay long. We carried my trunk to the attic and placed it
among twenty others. I was glad I put a big label on mine. Master
Jeb invited us to stay for dinner. I knew Chief would have liked to,
but I wanted to get home to my Master. I apologized I needed to get
back, and Chief went along with it. He had an appointment for
Friday evening with Master Jeb anyway. We got back in Chief’s truck and
started back to my place.
“I don’t know
about being a Master, Beau. I couldn’t imagine anything better
than sleeping with that big man.” I was quiet but a thought crept
into my mind. What if Chief was the slave Big Jim needed? I
didn’t say anything.
“There’s
something between the two of you, isn’t there?” I was quiet.
“I’ll tell you
sometime but I can’t right now. If you decide you want to be a
slave don’t go through training like I am. There are enough good
Masters out there who would take you on and train you as you go.
I got talked into training, and I’m not sorry I’m doing
it,...it’s,....just”
“You’re having
second thoughts, aren’t you, Beau?” I started crying and couldn’t
stop.
“We’re going to
my place. You need to talk. You need a friend right now who isn’t
involved with all this shit.”
We pulled up
outside his apartment and went in. Chief got me a beer and it
tasted good.
“Lay down here
with me and talk.” I did as told and unburdened my heart to him.
“Chief, there’s
a chance I won’t end up with Master Earl as my Master. I’ll be
put on the market and sold to the highest bidder.”
“You’re kidding?”
“That’s the way
it works with this family. It may seem great to you from the
outside, but it has some drawbacks.” I went through the list of
possible things that could happen including losing my cock and balls.
He didn’t know about that. I told him the story of Dirk and Allen but
added Allen wanted it as well. I told him about Billy, Oscar and
Blaine. He was quiet for a moment.
“That would be
one reason to want to be a Master. However, it does have a
certain haunting appeal.” I told him it’s a very seductive appeal. To
make sure before he decides one way or another. Also, I made him
promise before he told another soul he would tell me first of his
decision. He held me and listened for some time as I told him about the
possibility of not becoming a slave to Master Earl.
“I have come to
love him so much, Chief, I can’t imagine a life without him.”
“I can see the
love that passes between you. I can see his aura as it mixes with yours
and changes colors. You share colors and change colors together.”
“You can see
that?” I asked Chief.
“Yes, quite
readily.” he replied.
“I saw his aura
in the dungeon the other night." I told him, "It was gold and dark
purples with reds and yellows jumping in between.” I related to Chief.
“Golds and dark
purples are the colors of love. Why do you think Gold is the ring
people exchange? Why do you think the color of royalty is dark
purple? To garner or express love. Beau, I don’t think you have
anything to worry about. You’re right, these things may be a
possibility but there is another spirit very strong with you. It
must be Wes. I think I felt him with me last night when I was
making love to you. He won’t rest until he knows those he loves
will be happy. Trust him!”
“That’s what
Master Earl told me last night.”
“Well,— let’s
get you home so you can go to your Master.”
“Thanks, Chief,
you’ve saved me again. Please,...” I hugged him and we
kissed.
“I would be your
Master until the day you drew your last breath, Beau. I love you.”
“I love you,
too, Chief.”
“Look, I’m
not kidding myself. You have a wonderful man to be your
Master. I’m just saying if things were not the way they are I
would make you mine for life.”
“Don’t ever stop
loving me, Chief. I saw in the cards the other day I’ll need your
help in the future and you’ll need mine.”
“I’ll be there
as I was for you in Nam.” he spoke softly.
I pulled into
Master Earl’s carport and got out of my coveralls. I threw my
dirty coveralls into the washer and started it. I turned to walk
into the kitchen and there was my Master standing there waiting for me.
He had concern in his eyes as he invited me in. We went through
our ritual and when he held me I could feel his concern. “Is there
something you need to tell me, slave?”
“Just my usual
fears, Master, but I’m better now. I’ll be all right.”
“Have you eaten?”
“No,
Master. I hoped I’d be home in time to eat with you.”
“Well, I waited
for you, come,...”
He led me to the
patio where he had a small table sat up with candles, wine and real
plates. It was beautiful. I grabbed him and hugged him.
“This is a
wonderful surprise, Master. It looks great. Thank you.”
“We deserve
something a little different tonight.” he bought more of the wonderful
Italian food I loved. It was a wonderful meal.
“Are you all
moved out now?”
“Not quite,
Master. I still have Puss to get rid of. I’m hoping Chris will take
her.”
“Do you want to
keep Puss? We could bring her up here, and I could care for her
while you’re training.”
“I didn’t think
you’d want a pet.”
“I wouldn’t mind
a cat if she fixed.”
“She’s
fixed. Sure, If you don’t mind it would be kind of nice to have
old Puss running around here.”
“Fine, we’ll run
down the hill tomorrow evening, pick her up, and bring her up
here. I’ll keep her penned up for several days. She’ll forget how
to get to her other home and hang around here. So, for all practical
purposes, your living with me now?”
“Yes, Sir, until
next Monday.”
“Welcome,
slave.” He grabbed me and hugged me.
The next day at
work I was in a blue mood. I threw myself into my work. Dad and Chief
picked up on it. I tried to be jovial, but my heart just wasn’t in
it. Dad knew I was all moved out, so he didn’t say anything about
getting together. Chief talked to me for a while in the afternoon when
I came to check on him. I didn’t really need to check on him. He
was turning out to be one of the most knowledgeable mechanics in the
shop. I found myself going to him for help which he willingly
gave.
“Stay strong,
little brother.” was all he had to say to me. It meant a lot.
Master and I picked up Puss later that evening and she was ‘ho-hum’
about the move. Master Earl recognized my blue-ness and was very
attentive. I tried to snap out of it, but it just hung over me like an
unwelcome cloud. We made love, and that finally pulled me out of the
depths. His cock was medicinal. Chased those screaming green
meanies right over the cliff.
Friday was my
last day at work. Everything went well all day. I was in a much
better mood, and it seemed to translate to everyone I worked
with. We put out more work that week than any previous week in
the shop’s history. I attributed it to my choice in our new mechanic,
Jim Redfeather. In fact, we did so well we were through about an
hour and a half before quitting time. All the mechanics were
gathered around my bay to say goodbye and wish me luck. Sam brought out
a big sheet cake with ‘Good Luck’ written across and several pots of
coffee. It was a nice sentiment. Everyone had cake and coffee.
Even Joyce and Evelyn, the two secretaries, came out and hugged me to
wish me well. They shed a few tears. Dad surprised me by hugging me in
front of all the other mechanics. Chief put his arm around me and
sighed real deep. I knew what he meant.
“Can I see you
during this time my friend?”
“I don’t know,
Chief. Best to ask Master Jeb when you see him this evening.
Remember your promise to me, Chief?”
“I remember,
Beau, I’ll keep my promise. I trust your judgment.”
“Would you call
me after talking to Master Jeb? You have Master Earl’s phone
number.” Chief agreed. I got ready to leave, and I checked with
Sam for any final information he might need. He shook my hand for
appearances and said he’d see me over the weekend when I brought my
bike over to his place. I went to leave and found Chief waiting for me
to ride up Sunset together. Everyone else left but Sam and one of the
secretaries. Chief put his arms around me.
“I know I
haven’t known you long. Well, Hell,— saving your life goes a long
way to establishing a beach head for friendship. What I’m trying
to say, Beau, is I love you, and if you need me or change your mind,
keep my phone number. All you have to do is call. I’ll be there in a
minute to rescue you.”
“I appreciate
that, Jim. You’re a good friend, and you know I love you, too.”
We hugged
and were on our way up Sunset to Hollywood. I waved goodbye, and
wiped away a tear as I headed up the hill to Master Earl’s house, my
new home, for the weekend anyway. Friday night with my Master was
wonderful. I’d said goodbye to my old life and was being held in his
big arms in the spa getting a bit tipsy on a special bottle of
Champagne he bought for my last day at work. We had a special dinner he
picked up on the way home from work. I was beginning to pull out of my
fear of the future and started to look on it as an adventure.
Certainly an adventure better than my past life. I returned my keys to
my landlord. I was out. I lay in the warm water of the hot tub
with my Master. He was holding me against his big chest making love to
me from time to time. “We’re not going
to do much tonight but rest and enjoy each other. We’ll celebrate
your new life tomorrow night and maybe Sunday evening.”
We lounged
around in bed Saturday morning until almost noon. I talked my
Master into letting me ride him again. It was better without
interruption. We spent most of Saturday relaxing and letting Puss get
acquainted with her new home. She quickly decided it was considerably
better than what she had and wasn’t about to leave. She made herself at
home faster than I did. It was hard for me to feel like I was living
there. There were so few of my things there to make me feel at
home. Surprisingly, old Puss helped. She was mine, or the way she
looked at it, I was hers. I was sort of scattered to the winds.
Well,— I would deal with it. The phone rang and Master Earl answered.
“Master Earl.
This is Jim Redfeather calling.”
“Good Morning,
young man. How are you?”
“I’m fine
thanks, and you?”
“Fine. What can
we do for you?
“Forgive my
intrusion, Sir, but Beau made me promise to call him after I had my
interview with Master Jeb. I was late getting home last night and I
didn’t want to bother the two of you, so I thought I’d wait until now
to call. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”
“No, not at all.
Here’s Beau.” Master handed me the phone and spoke softly, “It’s
Jim Redfeather.”
“Hello, Chief,
how are you today?”
“Thanks to
you, I’m a lot better.”
“That’s good, I
hope you learned some things.”
“I did. I know I
can’t be a slave. At least, not in the family’s definition.
I’m not saying their concepts aren’t the best I’ve ever come across,
it’s just being a slave is not for me. I still couldn’t help but
be wowed by Big Jim. I even told him so. I don’t think he
was too impressed with me. The point is, I’d rather love and take care
of someone like you or another slave who I fall in love with;
however, I would fully expect them to abide by the slave
guidelines set down by the family; up too and including any body
modifications I required. I guess that’s somewhat of a
contradiction with what I said earlier?”
“Not to me it
isn’t, Chief, I understand perfectly and I’m thrilled with what you’re
telling me. Tell me more.”
“There really
isn’t much more to tell, Beau. I now know the best role for me is
Master, but I still have to work out why I would sub for Big Jim in a
minute.”
“Maybe you need
to pursue that to find out how you feel.”
“I would if the
man showed the least interest.”
“I would love to
talk to you more, but it doesn’t seem like time is going to let
us. Just don’t do anything quickly, Chief. Why do I feel so
damned protective of you? You’re a grown man, and I’m about to
enter slave training. What the Hell do I know?” “You know more
than you think, my friend. Don’t ever underestimate your
knowledge and sensitivity. You’ve done wonders for me just being
my friend, and I look forward to many years.”
“Me too, Chief,
me too. I do know one thing, though. My Master is a good,
kind, and generous man. If you need to talk things over or
discuss a problem I’m sure he would want to help.” Master
Earl smiled and nodded his head in approval.
“Remember what I
told you yesterday afternoon, bro.”
“I remember,
Chief.”
“I meant every
word, still do, understand?”
“Yes, Chief, and
thanks.”
“I love you,
sunshine.”
“You know I feel
the same, Chief.”
“Now put your
Master back on.” I handed Master Earl the phone.
“Yes, Son?”
“Master Earl,
thanks for letting me speak to your good slave. The two of you
have been generous and kind to me, and I just wanted to express my
gratitude again.”
“You’re welcome,
young man, glad to help. Have a good weekend.”
“You, too, Sir.
Bye.”
Saturday
afternoon Master Earl called Sam to see when I could bring my bike over
to their garage. We all ready discussed if they wanted us to come for
brunch or dinner we would accept; sure enough Sam invited us for brunch
the following Sunday morning. Saturday evening was wonderful. We played
in the dungeon and it was one of the most successful times my Master
and I had together. We enjoyed each other with no visitations
from the living or dead. I was worried about how I would report to
Master Jeb’s Monday morning. The way Master Earl’s rotation at work
occurred he had Monday off again. He said he would deliver me to Mt.
Washington. He called Master Jeb to see what time he expected
me. He was flexible and said any time before noon.
Late Sunday
morning Master Earl got his other Harley out of his garage and I
followed him on my bike to Sam and Yoshie’s. They lived on
the opposite side of the lake. They live on the highest point on
the other side of Silverlake. They have a beautiful rambling
home. There was plenty of room in their garage to store my bike. I
locked it and handed Sam the keys in case he needed to move it for any
reason. He placed them on a nail next to the door. I felt
sort of sad to see my bike covered with a dust cloth.
“Oh, by the way,
Mr. Foreman, I invited one of your workers to join us for brunch.
Didn’t think you’d mind.” Sam said when he had me alone. “To tell the
truth, it was your good Master who urged me to. He had a feeling
the two of you had some things to talk about. He’s gonna’ be
a good Master for you, Beau. He’s very much in tune to you
and your needs without you asking.” I hugged and kissed Sam.
“You’re right,
Sam, I just get so damn frightened I may not end up with him for a
Master. I know all the things you’re saying and more than
agree. I love him so much it hurts.”
“Don’t borrow
trouble from tomorrow, youngster. Don’t let fears dull you to the
joy you’ll receive from training.”
“Good advice,
Master Sam, I’ll try.” Jim Redfeather arrived a little later with
a nice bottle of wine for Master Sam. He met Yoshie and was again
agog at Yoshie and I with no clothes. He was in good spirits.
“I’m gonna’ have
to get use to slaves with no clothes. However, I find it a
wonderful tradition, and certainly don’t mind admiring
everything. You know, once you’ve been exposed to it for a
while it seems to be more natural than living with clothes. I could
probably be a nudist real easy.” we laughed at his honesty.
I helped Yoshie
with the food and getting it to the table on the patio. Yoshie
and I fit together like a hand in a glove. He was delightful, charming,
and had a wicked sense of humor. He kept me laughing all
afternoon. We sat down to brunch and Master Sam made a toast.
“Good journey to
our new slave in his training. May you find the secrets of your
heart.” We all clinked glasses and I thanked Master Sam for his
sentiment.
“Well, Chief,— ”
said Master Sam, “how did your interview with Master Jeb turn out?”
“He’s a fine
gentleman, but he determined I’m not slave material. He felt I would be
more comfortable and happier as a Master. I somewhat agree with
him, but— ”
“You have some
reservations because of your attraction to other men like Big Dirk and
Big Jim?” asked Master Earl to my surprise.
“Yes, Sir.
I have to be honest and tell you I would sub for Master Jim or Master
Dirk in a minute. I can’t figure that out. If I’m a Master,— ”
Chief shrugged his shoulders in confusion.
“Seems like a
conflict of interest doesn’t it, Son?” Sam asked.
“It’s a little
confusing, Sir.” he picked at his eggs. Sam winked at Earl.
“Maybe we can
help, Son.” said Sam, “Don’t think for a minute because I’m a
Master and play the part I’m not attracted to and haven’t subbed for
another man. There’s one old man in the desert who you will meet
later I have submitted to many times and love as if he were my own
father. Big Jim,— well,— Big Jim is a real ball scratcher no
doubt about it. Few Master’s in our group haven’t considered
submitting to him at one time or another. Same goes for Dirk
except he was initially straight and only has eyes for Allen.
However, lately, he’s expanded his horizons to Blaine and Beau.”
“And now,
Chief.” I added smiling at Chief.
“Really?” Sam
asked rhetorically, “Well that’s a new one on me. Maybe ole
straight Dirk is loosening up a bit?”
“Let me share
something with you Beau all ready knows, but I don’t think Sam and
Yoshie do.” said Master Earl, “I asked Master Jeb to train me as
a Master and he agreed, but the only way he would consider it was for
me to take slave training for three months. His idea was, if I could
get through slave training I would know how to be a good Master.
I did it, and got through it. It wasn’t easy, but I still think
of the old man today as my Master. I refer to him as Master in
private. I’m not ashamed to tell you this today. There was a time I
didn’t want anyone to know I’d gone through slave training;
however, now I’m proud I did and the experience contributed
greatly to me becoming a fairly competent Master. As far as Big Jim is
concerned I would have bedded him in a minute as an equal partner, but
don’t think I could sub for him. Of course, I’ve gotten to know and
love him on a different basis. He’s Wes’s Uncle.”
“Once you own a
good slave you fall in love with and want to take care of, those
cravings or thoughts are not as important.” added Master Sam. “Right
now, you see all these men you’ve never been associated with before as
potential experiences. You’re like a kid in a candy store.
There’s all sorts of possibilities out there that may or may not be
available. The one you want is an experience with someone whose
going to bring you the greatest happiness over the long run.”
“It’s
interesting you men should share these things with me. I’m really
touched. I’ve never found a group of people be more honest and
giving with me than you’ve been.” Chief was obviously
moved. I was sitting next to him and put my arm around him. He
regained his composure. “Thank you, gentlemen, that does answer
some questions for me. I don’t have to fear natural urges and
only have to keep sight of what I want.”
“Bravo!” said
Sam.
“Exactly, Son!”
encouraged Master Earl. We’ll have you meet the patriarch of our family
as soon as possible. Sam and I have no fear he will find you a
necessary person for our family. You’ll have all the encouragement and
support you can handle; or, maybe I should say, all you can
stand.” we all laughed. I rolled my eyes back in my head and
winked at Master Earl.
“Guess who’s
gonna’ eat Chief, alive?” I asked them all.
“Blaine!” Sam,
Master Earl, and Yoshie said in unison laughing.
We spent a
wonderful afternoon with Sam, Yoshie and Chief. Yoshie
managed to quell some of my fears about training telling me it was one
of the greatest experiences of his life. It helped define the person he
is today. He got tears in his eyes when he spoke of Master Jeb and
Master Jim. He felt sure no better men walked the Earth. I all
ready felt the same. We stayed well into the late afternoon, but I
could tell Master wanted to get home so I whispered in his ear I was
ready when he was. Chief made excuses and decided to leave at the same
time. We hugged, kissed and Yoshie pulled me aside.
“Don’t be
surprised if Master Sam pays a deposit to bid on you. He gets to
have you for a weekend; he’s doing it for your Master. Several
people may do the same. That’s the way the game is played. You’ll
probably get to see your Master more than you thought. I probably
shouldn’t be telling you this, but I’ve seen how down you get when you
talk about leaving him.”
“I love you for
that, Yoshie. It means a lot. I had no idea that’s the way
things worked. I won’t be so fearful anymore.”
“Just don’t
mention to Sam or Master Earl I told you." Yoshie pleaded, "Us
slaves have to stick together, Beau. They don't teach you that in
slave training but your fellow slaves will.” he winked and chuckled as
he gave me a kiss.
“You have my
word, bro. I won't say a thing.” I whispered to him in return.
Chief hugged,
kissed me and Master Earl; thanking him and Sam profusely. He
hugged, kissed and thanked Yoshie. He returned to me.
“Well, tiger,—
I’m so grateful to Master Sam and Master Earl for inviting me
today. They answered a lot of questions for me and I feel better.”
“Me, too,
Chief. I’ll be thinking about you.”
“I’ll be
checking with your Master from time to time to see how you’re
doing. I’ll be thinking about you, too, sunshine. You know
I love you.”
“I love you,
too, Chief.”
We rode around
the lake together. Me on the back of Master Earl’s Harley and
Chief on his Norton. I waved as we turned to go up the hill to
Master’s and now my place. I waved goodbye to a good man who
would become a major, important person in my life. I saw him in
the cards. My heart felt lighter I had his protection. He
deserved to be a part of our family. He thought like they did. He was
not afraid to be strong when he needed to be; yet, he wasn't afraid to
be tender and vulnerable. Above all, he knew how to be a man.
We got home and
I took off my clothes. I asked Master if we could get into the pool for
a while. He thought it was a great idea and we lounged around the
pool with a drink in our hands. Laying in the shallow end on top of him
with his hands all over me made me feel like a little boy, his
little boy. It was a great feeling, and I laughed as I told him
how I felt.
“That’s the way
I’d like for you to feel, my faithful slave-boy. I rather enjoy
feeling like your ‘daddy.’ That’s part of the crossover of
Master/slave relationships. It’s felt, passing between a Master and his
slave, and some express it. Look and Allen and Daddy
Bear.” we laughed.
“Then you don’t
mind if I sometimes think of you that way, Master?”
“Certainly not.
As long as you don’t lose perspective of our original commitment to
each other. I rather enjoy referring to you as ‘Son’ and have
wondered if you might start referring to me as ‘Dad’?”
“Not without
your permission, Sir.”
“Well, you have
it, Son.” he hugged me closer and kissed me behind my ear.
“That was really
nice, Dad.” I turned and kissed him to seal the decision. I could
feel his snake responding to the intimacy. So was mine in a big
way. It didn’t go unnoticed by him. I also knew I was going to
get the fucking of my young life that evening. We got out of the pool,
fixed some leftover food for us and sat down to eat. The phone
rang. Master Earl got up to answer.
“Hello.”
He was quiet for a few minutes.
“No, that’s
fine. We’ll wait. Give me a call when you get home and
we’ll head over.”
“Fine, see you
then.”
“That was
Jeb. He’s gonna’ be busy all day tomorrow and could I bring you
over later in the evening? He’ll give us a call when he gets in.
So, you’ll have to put up with me a while longer, Son.”
I knew he
meant it to be funny and well met but it struck a chord in me that
broke my heart right at that moment. Tears came to my eyes. I almost
started crying.
“I would never
be, ‘just putting up with you’, Master. I love you so Goddamn much it
hurts. I don’t want to leave you at all.” He grabbed me,
held me and comforted me.
“That was pretty
insensitive of me. I’m sorry. Even Master’s can make fools of
themselves. Forgive me.” I did immediately.
“Oh Hell,
Master, I‘m just overly sensitive. I’m on the brink of a cliff,
and I don’t know where I’m going. I know I don’t want to
leave you but I have to.”
“You’ll do
fine, Son.”
“Why is it when
I call you ‘Dad,’ it feels different?”
“That’s
rhetorical, right?”
“Yeah, I know
why it feels different.”
“Sure, it’s
cause you love me that way.”
“I do indeed,
Dad, I do indeed.” That night was the most wonderful night I’d
spent with my Master since I’d known him. We played in the
dungeon half the night and ended up in the spa in the early hours of
the morning. I was beginning to really like the spa. That’s when
I could be held close to him, and we could whisper outrageous things to
each other.
We went to bed
exhausted. The spa took it out of us to say nothing of the five
major fucks he threw into me. Master Earl fell asleep quickly,
and I was close behind. I woke up in the night and felt him
entering me slowly but surely. I couldn’t believe it. He
was sound asleep.
I lay still and
felt him slowly putting more in me. I relaxed and thought about helping
him, but I wanted to see if he was awake. I wanted to know if he
knew what he was doing, or if he was dreaming. He kept on until
he was completely in me. I wasn’t going to complain. He felt
wonderful. I must have lain there for an hour or more waiting to see
what he was going to do. Then I felt him breathe deeply and take a long
deep stroke in my ass. He held it in me tight and then started a soft
snoring sound. He was still asleep. He was fucking me in his sleep.
Talk about sweet
dreams. He took several more good, long, deep strokes and then
started a steady slow undulating rhythm. He kept that up for almost and
hour then he shifted gears just like he would do if he was awake and
started up the hill. Master Earl increased his pace slowly until I knew
he was close. He pumped three long, deep, hard strokes into me
and held the last one as I felt his flow begin. I couldn’t hold
it anymore and shot, and shot again. It was so hot. He never woke
up. I went to sleep again with him inside me and woke with him
rooting around inside whispering in my ear.
“It was nice of
you to crawl on my dick this morning.”
“Uuh,
Master? You don’t remember fucking the b’jesus out of me?”
“No.”
“Sir, you
slipped it into me after we went to sleep. I just lay still waiting to
see what you would do. You fucked me to climax and never woke
up.” he was quiet for a moment.
“Wes used to
swear I did that to him, too, but I never believed him;
however, after his operation he soiled the sheets with his come.
That’s the only way he could come was having me fuck him.”
“Well,
look...!” I held up the sheet next to me with the stains.
“I hope I
enjoyed it.” he laughed
“Well, if you
didn’t, I certainly did.” I laughed too.
“You want to try
for one more?”
“You own that
ass, Master. You don’t have to ask. If you’re asking
would it please me? Hell, yes, I’ll take all you can give,
Master, anytime.”
He rolled me on
my stomach and let his animal loose on me. When he finally came he
rolled me on my side and grabbed my cock. He pumped it three times, and
I erupted all over my own chest. He felt me and shot his load again way
up inside me. We were spent and both laughed at our excess. It was
Monday, but I wasn’t hurrying to get ready for work. It felt
strange. Puss was underfoot wanting to be fed. I took her
out to the kitchen and fed her while Master Earl got into the shower. I
joined him. I was getting good at scrubbing his back. He liked
it, too. He even let me wash his snake. The man had to have
one of the prettiest cocks I’d ever encountered. Not only did it
fuck like a Cadillac it was styled like one as well. His eyes
stayed the same dark violet-purple color for several days now, and I
asked him about it.
“I don’t know
why they change color, but I’ve noticed when I’m happy, content, in
love, and life is going along smoothly, they get darker and
darker. There were times in the past they almost lost all color
and were a pale white with a violet tint. Weird looking.”
He wasn’t weird looking to me. “Since we have some time let’s do
something special today. You want to take in a Dodger’s game?” I
followed the Dodgers but never went to a game.
“That would be
great, Dad.” I added to see what response I got. He laughed and kissed
me.
“That’s my boy,
Son. We went to the game and had a wonderful time. Some of the
team remembered him, and he introduced me to several. They were
perfect gentlemen and knew Wes had died some time before. Several
attended Wes’s funeral. They were thrilled to see Master Earl
with someone new he seemed to be happy with. Most all of them were
straight men, but living in L.A., they knew the score. You respect
them, and they’d fall all over themselves to be nice to you. We got
back home in the late afternoon. We stopped and picked up some
more Chinese at Lee’s. Master asked it I wanted to invite Chief
up for dinner and I said no. I only wanted to be with him. We finished
dinner, and I put everything away. Master insisted we get into the pool
again, and I was ready. We swam for a while and ended up in the
shallow end of the pool with him holding me and gently playing with me.
“I’m gonna’ tell
you something, Beau. I know Wes is around, and he’ll probably
hear what I’m telling you. Don’t care. I loved him with all my
heart. I never held anything back from Wes. You love people
differently. My love for you is as solid and strong as any I had with
Wes. I won’t compare the two of you. You can’t compare loves
anyway. It’s like apples and oranges. I guess what I’m trying to say is
I’m proud of you making this effort to enter training. I know
you’re ready to throw up your hands and run the other way. I know
you’re frightened, unsure, but if, for no other reason, than your love
for me, I’m asking you to see it through. You’ll understand why when
you finish. It’s something you’ll never forget, and you’ll thank me
later for encouraging you.
You will be my
property. Never lose faith your Master won’t be counting the days until
your sold to him. I, too, have my dreams for us. Like
today, we had fun at the game, and I was pleasantly surprised how much
you know about baseball. Most gay men don’t. That’s one of
my passions, and I know you’ll share it with me. Now,— I’ll be
allowed, one maybe two, weekends with you, but I know my family well
enough to know they’re planning on placing deposits to bid so they can
surprise us and get us together. Jeb knows it, too. He’s no fool.
He doesn’t care. He gets the non-refundable deposit so he makes
out. It’s more than that with him though; it’s been a good system
for a Master interested in a prospective slave to try him out. You know
the old saw, ‘You wouldn’t buy a pair of shoes unless you tried them
on.’”
“I guess I’ve
been thinking if everyone tells me I’m a natural slave why the Hell do
I need three months of training? I could be spending that time
serving you, seeing to your needs, and loving you.”
“I know, it’s
does seem like a conundrum, but trust me, it is necessary. Let me put
it this way, to become the slave I need, you have to go through
this training. I’m not trying to be mean. I’m just trying to
express to you how important it is to me for you to go through
training. Remember my strong stand about a Master/slave contract; well,
consider this similar. To be my slave it’s something you must do.”
“I understand,
Master. Not only because I love you, but because I would do
anything you asked to become your complete slave. I’ve never
wanted anything more in my life. You’re the only person in my life
whose ever asked me to make a commitment of any kind. Wes never
asked for a commitment. He never questioned my love for him after that
night in the cave. He still doesn’t. When his spirit
entered me the other night it was like my whole being wrapped around
him, protecting him, caring for him, and loving him. He came with me
when I released us. It was him, and it was me, but it was him
that hit you in the eye.” I roared with laughter.
“Yeah, likely
story. Dad can’t tell which child to punish.”
“How ‘bout
both?” we laughed. “You know he was inside me that first
night you whipped me? He stayed with me and made love to me
outside the reality of the dungeon. He was so buffed I didn’t
recognize him. Don’t worry, Master. He just told me I won’t
be alone in slave training. He’ll be there with me.”
Master looked at
me, and the water in his eyes was not from the pool. He kissed
Wes, and fell into him in thanks. The phone rang by the pool.
“Hello Jeb.”
“Yeah, we went
to a Dodger’s game today and we’re in the pool right now.”
“Fine, how ‘bout
an hour and a half. Eight! We’ll be there with your package
with a nice bow on top. No bow, huh? Okay, see you
then.” He put the phone back.
“They’re looking
forward to seeing you again, Son.”
“I know,
and I’m looking forward to seeing them. Hold me for a minute,
Master, and kiss 'me' this time.” he started laughing and
choked on the pool water.
“No one would
believe this conversation if I were ever to relate it.” He took me in
his arms and kissed me so tenderly and passionately I thought I was
going to piss in the pool.
He delivered me
on time and waited by his Harley as Jeb and Jim came out to say
hello. Master Jeb asked him in but he declined. Master Earl told
them he wanted to get home feed his new ward, Puss, and go to
bed. That’s when Puss got the name ‘Montgomery.’
Master Earl
hugged and kissed me one last time. He` told me he loved me. He
left and headed down the hill. I watched until I couldn’t see him
anymore, then turned away to be comforted in Master Jeb’s arms.
He understood it was a huge adjustment in my life. I left my past life
behind. He’d seen it many times before. He was a kind, loving man. He
was, now, my Master. I loved him. He knew and understood. My other
training Master also welcomed me with his big arms and a gentle kiss
that communicated so much it started my waterworks. I made a
promise to myself I would be strong. Neither Master Jeb or Master
Jim were disturbed by my tears.
They were
genuinely concerned for my feelings; however, they allowed
their silent strength to communicate their resolve to be there for me.
They were two big men, in all respects. I had grown to love them
and trusted them completely. With their help, I spent the last
month preparing myself for this moment. I walked up to the door
of my future, knocked, the door was opened, and I walked through.
They were there, as my family, to love me, and bid me welcome.
When I stopped feeling sorry for myself long enough to reflect, I
hadn’t left a Hell of a lot in Kansas. To Hell with the past, I
didn’t need it anymore. Hello, freedom! Goodbye, yellow
brick road!
End of Chapter
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