In the midst of
pain an angel took my mind, into a quiet
room removed from demon horrors, no pain, nor
hurt, in this place removed from time, he loved me,
held me close and cried for my tomorrows. Canto 8 ~
Slave’s Song ~ W. D. Dux
I was again set
adrift into the unknown. Occasionally, I would be treated to
music. Complete works of classical music would come flooding into the
small speakers in the ears of the hood. I didn’t know if this was
part of my training or for relaxation. Whoever chose the
selections had me at their mercy. I recognized almost everything that
was played except one piece that kept repeating over and over like a
coda at the end of each work. It was haunting. It had the
ethereal quality of some of Bartok’s night music. Darkly
foreboding yet utterly sensual. I listened to Poulenc’s Stabat
Mater. His Gloria and Organ Concerto. Followed by a piece that
sounded like Bach with wrong notes: Hindemith’s Organ Concerto for
Organ and Winds. They must have played eight or nine works.
They fed me
again, a wonderful soup broth, but this time it was different.
Someone went to a lot of trouble to make sure these broths were tasty.
It tasted liked a war-wonton soup from Lee’s kitchen. It was delicious.
I was tired and drifting off to sleep. I hoped they would let me rest.
They did for a long period of time. I had no idea how long as I
was fast asleep when they were getting ready to feed me again. It
had to be approximately six hours. I ingested so much liquid in the
form of soup broth I had to piss like a race horse. Master Jim
instructed me to let go as arrangements were made. I hoped so as
I let forth a stream that would have rivaled Johnstown.
I felt confident
I was going make it through this,— no sweat; although, I was beginning
to get a bit cramped. It must have been the wee hours of the
morning. The two big Masters were snoozing on the king size leather
covered futon. Blaine was keeping watch. He moved swiftly
over to his old man Beryl and gently shook him. “Dad,— wake
up! You gotta’ see this,— ” Blaine gently shook his Master
awake. Big Jim awoke concerned for his charge.
“What is it,
Son?” Big Beryl asked in a less than wide awake tone.
“Dad,— the small
blue light,— the one Master Earl told us about on the phone the other
day,— it’s here. Come see for yourselves. It came flying down the
stairs, buzzed around my head and touched me on the cheek. It’s
Wes,— he kissed me. The moment he touched me,— I knew. I
knew beyond a doubt it was Wes.”
“Calm down,
Son. Where’s this light?” Master Beryl inquired.
“There, in the
corner. I see it!” said the Dungeon Master.
“Blaine,— get
Jeb for me.” Big Jim asked of Blaine.
“Sure, Master
Jim.” Blaine was away in a flash.
“Let’s sit in
the chairs here, Beryl, so’s not to frighten him.” The two big
men no sooner sat in the big overstuffed chairs when the light began to
move. It buzzed around Big Jim first and touched him lightly on the
cheek then did the same to Big Beryl. Beryl sucked in his breath
like a new born infant.
“Holy Mother of
God! It is Wes’s spirit,— I could feel him all the way through my body
and soul.
“Me, too, Beryl.
It’s wonderful!” Was all Big Jim could say at the time as he
watched the light retreat to the corner again and seemed to sit on the
cold floor. Blaine returned with Jeb. Jeb saw the blue light
glowing in the corner and stood next to the two men in the chairs
dressed only in his bathrobe.
“Has it tried to
communicate with either of you?” Jeb asked his friends. The two big men
looked at each other and started giggling like school boys.
“Did the same to
us, he did to Blaine. Flew ‘round our heads three times and kissed us
on the cheek. It’s Wes,— no doubt about it." Big Beryl commented
with the Dungeon Master nodding his head in support.
“Maybe he’s
frightened and doesn’t know how we’ll accept him?” spoke Jeb. He
went over to the corner and squatted down on his haunches near the
light but not crowding it. “Come on, Son, you’re loved here. No
one’s gonna’ hurt you. Don’t sit on the cold floor. Hop in my hand and
let me hold you.”
The light spun
in a circle on the floor then up and around Jeb’s head three times then
bussed him on the cheek. The old man chuckled at the familiarity
of a smell, a pheromone, an odor, a presence that filled him. It
was unmistakably Wes. It came to rest on the palm of his cupped
hand.
“He has weight;
a certain mass; I can feel him.” Exclaimed Jeb as he walked to
the group with Wes’s essence in the palm of his hand. He sat in
one of the overstuffed chairs and gently lowered Wes’s light to the arm
of the chair. The light spun around a couple of times, bounced up and
down and then rested. It seemed happy, they all laughed and felt
more comfortable.
“Don’t worry,
Son, Big Jim is taking damn good care of our boy. So is Beryl and
Blaine. Billy and Oscar will be hear later this morning
with Master Burt. Your Master will be here a little later to check on
him, too.” The light glowed brighter in intensity. Master Jeb put his
hand gently on top as if to pet him and drew in a sharp breath.
“Wasn’t
expecting to actually feel something but he has considerable mass and I
can feel Wes. Don’t know how to explain it but he’s there.”
“May I pet you,
Nephew?” Big Jim asked sheepishly of the light. It moved swiftly
over to the arm rest of Big Jim’s chair. “I guess that’s a yes.”
he laughed nervously. Big Jim gently placed his huge hand over the
light, felt and petted Wes’s essence. Master Beryl had to try,
too. This time the light landed right on his big lap and Beryl
let out a laugh you could hear for a mile. He gently felt and petted
the light. Then the light flew up to the ceiling and shot swiftly over
to Beau and landed on his back. It made an up and down motion.
“He wants
someone to push him into Beau.” said Blaine.
“Not without
Beau’s permission.” said Big Jim. I’m official Dungeon Master
here and I’m responsible for our boy. Let me ask him.”
Big Jim got on
the microphone connected to the earphones in Beau’s hood.
“Slave,” he
spoke gently, “this is your Dungeon Master. Are you awake?”
Green light. “This is going to sound strange, but Wes is here and is
asking to enter you. Is it all right with you?” Green light.
Master Jim
shrugged at the other three men, placed his hand over the light and
gently pushed. All of a sudden, Beau’s entire body began to
radiate blue and orange auras like St. Elmo’s fire on a ship. He
was beautiful and radiant. Almost like a leathered angel. The
four men stood in awe.
“Now there’s a
sight you don’t see ever' day.” Big Beryl spoke softly. The
rest chuckled at his low key statement.
“How many people
have ever witnessed communication with the dead.” said Big Jim.
“You really
couldn’t call him dead if he’s still a sentient presence.” said
Jeb.
“Sure makes me
feel better about a hereafter.” said Big Beryl.
“Yeah, me, too.”
agreed the other men.
I felt Wes enter
me. Again I took a big deep breath of air. I felt completely
relaxed with my old friend.
“Now, about that
piece of pussy you offered me earlier,— ” Wes just threw back his
head and laughed.
“You haven’t
changed a bit. Not that I’d ever want you to. You were
always tops in my book, love, and, yes, I’m here to give you a piece of
my pussy you didn’t get to have when I walked on this planet.
They’ve given me sexual ability for a while to adjust because of what I
was robbed of as a child. Damn nice of ‘em, too, if you ask me.”
“Who is “them”
Wes?”
“God’s children.”
“Angels?” I
asked puzzled.
“Not
exactly. They’re children of God, like you and me. I’m not
a full fledged one yet, but I’m working on it. I’ll be there
soon. Then I’ll be assigned someone to look after for a period of time
until some of their friends or loved ones pass, then they’ll relieve
me. Then I’ll be on an advisory board of numerous people I’ve
watched over. We’ll suggest judgements, but their outcome will be
with 'its' final approval.”
“Its?”
“Well, yes! It’s
hard to explain, but what we call God is neither male or female;
yet, it’s both. And, huuuuu-neey, can that female side pitch a
bitch. Woah! Dogies! Don’t even want to be around
when that happens. A few of the archangels have seen it and tell
horrible stories. Doesn’t sound pretty! Day of rath stuff!
Fire and brimstone! Buuurrr! Really scarey shit! Could
Steven King steal some ideas from that?”
“Well,— then,
God doesn’t condemn us for being gay?”
“Must not,
brother, I’m here! He made you in his image just like he did all them
breeders. Do you think God would create anything imperfect?
You're perfect as you are; especially, to God. Furthermore, God
doesn’t condemn any kind of love as long as it’s consenting. Only
‘people’ condemn each other when they pervert his word. Those
sanctimonious son's of bitches are the ones who are gonna’ be in big
trouble when they try to get here wearing all their finest piety.
Piety don't amount to much on this side."
“Are you an
angel, Wes?”
“We’d all like
to think of ourselves that way, but no, Darlin,’ I ain’t.
Got no wings and won’t have none either. Children of God don’t
really need ‘em. I can go anywhere I like just by thinking about
it. What do I need with wings? Although, I will have to
admit, Michael, the big guy, is one sexy Dev,— excuse me, angel.
Damn,— he’s a eunuch though. If he had a pee-pee I’d suck him off in a
minute. Yet, Michael’s one of the most masculine of
creatures. I can’t figure out why God would make him sexless,
then give him a permanent five o’clock shadow. And, his wings,— I
don’t know why the Big Bopper made angels sexless but they're all
really nice, gentle souls. They can be pretty fearsome if need be. I
never considered wings could be sexy but Michael gave me a lift the
other day and boy was that a thrill riding in that big man’s arms.
Talk about Big
Bird! Woah! His wings stretch approximately twenty-five
feet from tip to tip. Few planes can boast that.
Nevertheless, he can be Hell on wheels according to a few rumors I’ve
heard around here. I wouldn’t want him mad at me. Not much
chance. I give him a lot of love I learned down here. I got our Master,
you, Master Jeb, my uncle, Cowboy and dad Walker to thank for
that. I really like Michael and he’s taken a shine to me, I
think. I’ve slept in his arms a few nights. There’s no greater
feeling of security than when you’re in the arms of an archangel and he
folds those big wings around you.
One of his mates
watched over me when the demon did those horrible things to me. You
remember, the one who taught me to escape into our secret room. He
would come and hold me until the demon finished with me. His name is
Jonathan. He introduced me to Michael. They’re both really beautiful.
You know how gorgeous our Master is, well double that and you have some
idea of Michael. He’s not at all stuck up either. He has
time for everybody. Kids crawl up in his lap and he tells them
stories by the hour. I admit to crawling up in his lap a couple times
myself. So what? He didn’t push me away. He knew I
never had that as a child. He just hugged and loved me. They don’t have
sex, but that doesn’t stop them from radiating love to anyone who needs
it. It’s kind a like getting a booster shot to be around one”
“So, God doesn’t
condemn us for being Gay? I was so worried about that, but knew I
couldn’t live my life any other way.”
“You know how to
love, don’t you?” asked Wes.
“Lately,
everyone I come in contact with who is even remotely connected with our
family, I fall head over heels in love with. Yes, I’m very
much in love and feel loved. For the first time in my life, Wes,
except for you, of course.”
“Good for you,
Beau!” smiled Wes. “That’s all God cares about. That you learned
how to love while you were here. That you learned not only to
give but to receive love. What do you think heaven is built
on? No, it ain’t rock n’ roll.” he said laughing as he took off
his clothes. Wes stood nude in front of me almost a God himself.
Damn, was he transformed. From just a small little buddy of mine
to a body beautiful with the cutest little cunt you ever saw. I
immediately got rock hard. Not to be missed by Wes as he smiled
wickedly.
“I knew
you’d approve. We may not get another chance ‘cause I’m looking
after some other folks right now, so let’s make this a good one,
Darlin’” Wes joked with me, “I think I shook up the others out there
with my little blue light routine. I can appear anyway I want. That
always gets ‘em though. They can relate to it more as a si-fi
thing than reality. A little blue light they can
understand. An apparition is a little harder for them to
swallow. It's too threatening.
Somehow I found
myself stretched out on a comfortable bed making sweet love to Wes
(David) of my past. Damn, he was hot. He reached down and
guided my erection into his little man-cunt. I felt the greatest
sensation as I slowly lowered myself into his depths. It felt
like it was made for my dick.
“I knew you’d
think that.” he said laughing and working his hips under me.
“Fuck me good
and hard, Beau. Gimme’ some of your sweet lovin’ then take me
hard like our Master does. Damn, I miss him for that.
He knew how to make my pussy sing for hours afterward. I
know you can, Darlin.’” I wasn’t going to let him down.
Beau continued
to radiate an aura that change colors from blues to golds to deep reds
and royal purples. Jeb went off to make a phone call. The three other
men sat and watched in awe and wonder. They could see Beau's penis
being manipulated on its own. Something was stroking it and Beau
was responding as best he could in the bondage. It didn't really
seem that the bondage was too much of a problem. The pheromones that
were emanating from these auras were enough to make all three men want
to pounce on each other.
"Damn and
tarnation," stated Big Beryl, "is that making you guys as hot as it is
me? Sitting here watching this,— well,— just look at me?" They
laughed at his roaring erection.
"Every bit as
hot, Dad." answered Big Jim." I can't believe what I'm seeing; however,
my dick it telling me it’s very real."
"Get your butt
on the futon, Blaine. That little ass ain't been fucked tonight,
and I need to show it equal time."
"There is a
God!" Blaine said under his breath but loud enough both men could
hear it and laugh. “That's making both holes drip, Dad. Love to have
you come in by the back door. Listen to me I sound like a two bit
whore."
"When ju’ raise
your prices, hon?" Dad asked laughing. Jim and Blaine roared with
laughter.
“Good one,
Dad.” smiled Blaine
"Now get chur’
ass on that leather bed and hit the position. Be quick about it!
You old man needs to tear himself off a piece of your
slave-butt!" He barked as he snapped his fingers at his slave.
Blaine leaped
for the futon and his feet were around his head, his arms rapped
tightly around his legs to hold them in position. Blaine raised
his ass for maximum ease of entrance for his Master, ready for his old
man to mount him like a cowboy mounts his horse just after he’s robbed
a bank. Blaine wasn't disappointed when the old man dropped his
cod piece leaned over his slave for him to slather it good with his
spit and make a little love to it. Beryl moved to the foot of the futon
and Blaine watched carefully to raise or lower his ass for his Master's
ease. He lowered it just a little, felt the old man swiftly lean
in toward him, and he was instantly filled with his Master’s dick.
Blaine sucked in
air and began to thank his Master for taking him hard. He needed
that, and he promised to give him the best fuck he possibly could. He
knew his Master needed to get some good slave-ass fucking in
tonight and please Master take all of that worthless slave ass-pussy
you want. His slave always appreciated a good butt fucking from his
Master, but something was magic about tonight. He needed it as
bad as his Master.
"That's enough,
slave. You talk to me again when your Master is getting the good stuff
and you’re giving it up to me. I want to hear how good that big
fourteen incher is doing you then slave.”
"Yes, Sir,
Master." Beryl rolled Blaine over on his side and started fucking
him from behind.
"Come on, Son."
he spoke to Big Jim "Climb on board. He needs it in the front,
too. He can handle us both."
"Please, Master
Jim." Blaine urged.
"Ordinarily I
wouldn't but since you’re both so kind to offer,— shit, here I come,
Blaine." Old Babe was already poking out of his cod piece and it leaped
out as he unsnapped it. There Babe stood straight out from the
giant harder than he had remembered it getting since the last time Beau
sucked him off. The Dungeon Master lay on his side and
Blaine ask permission to guide him home. Permission given, Blaine
had the big man's dick sunk in his man-cunt to the depths.
The slave in
bondage was unaware of what was going on upon the leather covered futon
less than three feet away from him. He was getting some good
stuff from a child of God or as Wes jokingly called himself,
'Earth angel.' Wes was moving his hips about and fucking more like a
demon from the other realm. He knew his Earthly savior, number
two, was about to get it and he wanted to make it as good for him as
possible. He started pushing his muscular hips upward to meet each of
Beau's strong sure strokes. Wes arched his back,—
The three men
lay joined together but stopped their fucking for a moment to watch as
Beau arched in the sling and levitated unfettered by the chains.
He was suspended in bondage, floating in mid air. All the snap
clips popped open and Beau was free of his chains floating toward the
ceiling of the dungeon in mid-air fucking what seem to be nothing.
"Would you look
at that?!" whispered Big Beryl to the other two men. The three
men watched as Beau erupted like Mt. St. Helens. One huge orgasm,
followed by two smaller ones. He slowly sank and dropped back to
the suspension of the chains. Every snap clip popped back on to
his harness.
"You need to
stop and clean him up, Son?"
"Naw!
He'll be all right 'til we get this slave taken care of, then I'll tend
to him. Besides he's making some sweet love to Wes right about
now." The two big men continued to fuck Blaine until he started
to vibrate all over and yelled to them.
“Oh God,
Masters! I can't hold it much longer. Dad, I'm so sorry but this
is too much for me to hold. You both are hitting the button one
right after the other."
"Get it slave!
You have both our permission!" Blaine tried to bury Big Jim’s
dick in his man-cunt as he felt his ass try to bite off his Master's
dick in his ass. He shot and kept shooting as his Master and the
Dungeon Master got theirs at the same time. Blaine got so damn
excited he shot a second time out his relocated piss hole making him
wet between his legs. He started thanking the two Masters and was
exhausted as Big Jim pulled out and handed Blaine a damp towel.
"Not tonight."
Barked Big Beryl as he grabbed the towel from Blaine and threw it on
the bed. He moved down and snapped his fingers for Blaine to hit
the position. Blaine responded as fast as he could. Blaine’s
Master smiled at his slave and started eating Blaine’s come off the
leather bed covering. He got his slave’s load lapped up then moved up
to clean around his legs. Beryl teased the Hell out of Blaine as he
tongued and sucked on the sensitive little hole to get it clean.
Blaine thought he had died and gone to heaven. His Master rolled him
over on top of him so he could drain Blaine’s cunt of the Dungeon
Master’s load. Big Beryl tongued and sucked his slave’s cunt
until he gathered all of Master Jim’s hot come in his mouth.
He moved his
body up to hold his slave in his arms and make love to him. When Blaine
opened his mouth to his Master, Big Beryl slowly fed him the Dungeon
Master’s load. Blaine realized what his Master was doing and
began to moan his approval. He greedily began to suck at his
Master’s mouth for as much of the man juice as his Master would allow
him until he had it all. He and his Master hadn’t had such
intense, unbridled passionate sex in a long time and they were awash in
their renewed bond. Blaine was working hard to rededicated himself to
be the slave he knew his Master wanted. He was determined he would be
that slave.
He passed the
barrier of self importance to a higher ideal, a better vision of the
two of them and their separate roles, united in acceptance, trust and
love for the greater importance of the whole. The complete entity
of Master and slave. He wanted to be that other part of Beryl.
His Master always left the door open for him. All he had to do
was walk through, pull up a chair, humbly accept his role and join the
banquet. A Master is no more important than his slave. His slave
is only as important as his Master allows him to be but each must
become important to the other for the ultimate satisfaction of male
bonding. Each must rest comfortably within the other’s parameters.
Big Beryl
finished cleaning his slave and they were laying together making love
as Jeb came down the stairs with a man unfamiliar to Big Beryl.
Blaine recognized him immediately as Jim Redfeather or Chief as Blaine
knew him.
“Dad it’s the
Chief, Jim Redfeather, Master Earl told us about on the phone the other
night. Still naked, Blaine ran to him, fell at his feet and
kissed both his boots. Jim put his hand down for Blaine to kiss
and put against his forehead.
"Get up here,
Lt. Kelley, and show this Master your love!" Blaine jumped up,
kissed an hugged Chief. Kissed him and hugged him again.
Then he started crying and so did Chief.
"Chief,
you're the last person I'd expect to come down those stairs."
"Didn't Beau
tell you I'm working for him now?"
"Well, we
haven't had a chance to talk to him since the last pool party but
Master Earl told us about you." Big Beryl walked up with all fourteen
inches still wet from fucking his slave hanging out of his
leathers. Blaine introduced the two men. Chief started laughing
as he shook Big Beryl’s hand.
"Sir, it’s an
honor and a privilege to meet Lt. Kelley's Master. I don't mean
to be rude by laughing, Sir, but I'm just getting use to meeting
people who think nothing of running around with each other in the
raw. It's delightful, and I look forward to it myself."
"It's an honor
to meet you, too, Son. If it'll make you feel more at home you’re
certainly welcome to take yours off."
"With Master
Jeb's permission, I will."
"Follow your
heart, Son. You’re with people who love you." Chief began to take
his clothes off, and laid his leathers and clothes in a neat pile in
one of the holding cells. He could see the auras Beau was giving
off as he came back to join the other men.
"I'd say he’s
having sex with someone or just got through." stated the fine looking
man.
"How'd you
know?" asked Big Jim.
"I can see auras
around people, but his isn't hard to see. You can see it can't
you?" He directed his question to all the men present. They all nodded
in agreement.
"It was brighter
a while ago when he was having sex with Wes. He levitated out of
the chains and reached a climax. It's still all over the deck
there. I haven't cleaned him up yet. I was just going to do that."
"Can I help,
Master Jim?"
"If you like,
Son. Damn, Chief, you're a fine looking young man out of
your clothes. You’re good looking in your clothes, but like that
you,...uhh,.... sort of stand out, so to speak." The big man laughed at
his own joke. As Big Jim and the Chief cleaned up under Beau and
wiped him off with a warm, damp towel Jeb told Beryl and Blaine how he
and Big Jim had come to meet Jim Redfeather and was hoping to help him
gain admittance into the family.
“He’s got my
vote.” spoke up Blaine quickly, ‘Course mine don’t count for much, but
I like to think the old man takes my opinion into consideration once in
a while. I knew Chief in Nam and I had no idea he was the one who
patched up our boy. That makes him all right in my book.”
“Have to go with
my slave on this one, Jeb. Besides, he’s too damn pretty not to
let in the family.” he laughed his big laugh.
While helping
Big Jim clean Beau, Chief watched Big Jim carefully. Chief
observed the loving care the Dungeon Master put into cleaning his slave
in training. They walked away and sat in the big chairs.
“You’re deeply
in love with, Beau.” He stated softly not to be heard by the others who
were deep in their own conversation. Big Jim looked at him like
he was an impertinent school boy then smiled at the good looking young
man.
“You still
interested in subbing for me, Son?” An obvious move to change the
subject.
“Sure, Master
Jim, if you look me in the eye and answer my last question.”
Chief insisted.
“Not gonna’ let
me get away with that one, are you?” He looked down at his beer.
“You know I
can’t sub for you if you’re in love with my friend and he’s in love
with you. You knew that before you asked the question. I’m
honored you would even think to ask me, but I knew that afternoon we
met there was something between you. I asked Beau on the way home what
was going on. He did the same thing you did, changed the subject.
I didn’t push but I felt pain, regret, perhaps some sorrow. Was I
wrong, Master?”
“Well,— it looks
like you’re gonna’ be family, so I’ll tell you the truth. Yes! I love
him more than I’ve ever loved any man in my life. I’d do almost
anything to insure his happiness. Beau and I fell in love the
minute we laid eyes on each other. Beau followed his heart and
told me he fell in love with me. I rejected him knowing all the while I
was lying to myself. I should've claimed him right then and there, but
Jeb had someone else in mind for him. He asked me not to
interfere but it was too late.
I all ready fell
head over heels in love with the little shit. I did what my life
long friend asked of me without even questioning him or asking him to
reconsider. Beau met Earl by accident. Maybe not by
accident, the jury’s still out on that one. Anyway, they spent
one weekend together and fell in love. Does that answer your question,
Son?”
“Eloquently,
Sir. I won’t go into it, but it must be tough knowing he is intended
for Master Earl.”
“Yes and
no. 'Yes,' because he’s going to be any other man’s
slave. That he’s going to be Earl D. Shaw’s slave, 'no.' If
I were given a choice of any Master I would rather see him with other
than me it would be Earl. Not only because he’s my brother in our
family, but because he’s a good, honest, caring, demanding, tough
disciplined Master. As Earl’s property, Beau will have a chance
to bloom as the slave he was meant to be. He will be loved by a
big hearted man who knows how to give and receive love from his slave
without blurring the lines. Under me? Well,— I’d
probably just spoil him rotten.” Big Jim smiled a wicked smile
and laughed, “However, the main reason is, forces beyond my control
seem to insist that the two of them were made for each other, and
Master Earl D. Shaw, my brother, is hopelessly smitten,— ’round the
bend,— over the hill,— crazy in love with the kid! Surely, you
noticed that?” he said yanking Chief’s chain.
“I did see
it. It’s right there, but I couldn’t understand the love between
you and Beau. Certainly, it’s none of my business; especially,
since I’m new to this group, but it intrigued me. How does Beau handle
it?”
“Jeb required
Beau to spend a weekend with us after his initial weekend with
Earl. Jeb’s a wise man when it comes to affairs of the human
heart. He wanted to cement the bond between Beau and Earl.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder stuff;— you know what I’m talking
about.” Chief nodded his head in agreement.
“Well, Beau let
his hair down with me, laid his cards on the table, pulled down all the
fences, exposed his feelings bare to me. He was brave enough to give me
a second chance, and I wasn’t about to hold back or be coy the second
time. We decided to love each other as much as we could. Not to
hold back when alone and accept the circumstances of our lives.
He’s more than kept his part of the agreement, and I hope I have as
well. He loves me as much as I do him, but it’s evolving to a different
kind of love than passion. Don't get me wrong,— there’s plenty of
passion there, too; however, in a larger sense, we've become
relatives. He’s like the kid brother I never had. He’s like
the best friend in grade school you could tell the secrets of your soul
to and know he’ll never tell anyone.
Furthermore,
he'll never laugh at you;— maybe 'with' you but never 'at' you.
Perhaps, best of all,— he makes me laugh. He can find something funny
in almost anything. He’s one of the only people in my life who can make
me laugh at myself. He’s a natural clown and can innocently keep Jeb
and I in stitches by the hour. Finally, Beau is becoming my slave-child
who I will be fathering to his new world of Master/slaves. In a
metaphorical sense, with my new role as Dungeon Master, Beau will
become, in essence, my first born slave-child to graduate under my
teaching. I want only the best for him and will do my part to see he
gets it.”
“Damn, Master
Jim, I hope someone can say something that wonderful about me one day
with half the conviction.” said Jim Redfeather softly, “I respect both
your feelings but my answer would have to be,— 'no,' Sir. I
wanted to try subbing for you, but I can’t. You understand why.”
“I do,
Chief. Lighten up,— I may talk you into it yet. Remember, Beau
wants the same for me. If he thought there was a glimmer of a chance
between you, and me he would insist on us trying. I know him that well.
Time changes a lot of things, Chief. You may feel differently
after Beau starts living with Earl D. on a permanent basis. Then, too,
you may find a slave for yourself and fall in love. I don’t think you
have what it takes to be a slave or sub for a man. That’s not meant as
a put down. It simply means I don’t think you could think of
yourself that way for too long. It may fascinate you to try, it did me.”
“You mean you’ve
tried being a slave to a man?”
“When I was
younger, 'yes.' I fell so deeply in love with a man I would've
been anything he wanted me to be. The man was kind enough to realize I
was really trying, but my heart wasn’t in it. If I ever could do
anything for you it may be to let you sub for me for a period of
time, then call ‘Kings-X’ and see what you think. I know what you’d
say.”
“To be honest,
Sir, I think I do, too. It’s just that you’re the type of man
I’ve always dreamed of having for a big brother.”
“Well, Hell,
kid,— that’s easy enough. Give it time and you’ll have that big
brother. I could use another little brother. I’m gonna’ lose mine
in a couple months, and I’m taking applications.” He smiled the
sweetest smile at Jim Redfeather that melted Chief’s heart.
“Thank you,
Master Jim, I’ll look forward to the day I’m deserving enough in your
eyes to call me brother.”
“Fine, now go
put on your leathers and remember, you’re a Master. Why?
Because your big bro told you so, Son.” Chief smiled at the sentiment
and scurried to pull his leathers and boots on.
“Look!” someone
said and pointed to Beau. The aura was gone and the little blue ball of
light emerged from the same place it entered. It sat on Beau’s
back and remained there for a few minutes. Jeb walked up to Beau
and held out his hand toward the blue light.
“Here, Son, sit
in my hand. You’re loved here, you know that.” It buzzed
around his head three times and sat in his hand as everyone gathered in
awe.
“My people speak
of a blue light, but this is the first time I’ve witnessed it.” Chief
said almost in a whisper so not to excite the spirit. It spun twice in
Jeb’s hand then buzzed three times around Chief’s head and bussed him
on the cheek, too. He got a funny smile on his face. “I could
smell him and know who he was. It was Wes. I felt him at Master Earl’s
house the night I had dinner with him, Beau, Dirk and Allen.
That’s phenomenal.” The light flew up and headed up the stairway
and was gone.
“I better check
with our boy and find out if he’s all right.” Big Jim moved to the
microphone and pressed the button.
“Your Dungeon
Master wants to know if his slave is all right after that experience?”
Green light. “From now on you are to inform all poltergeist that
visitation hours have been suspended until further notice or prior
arrangement has been made and agreed to by your Dungeon Master.” He
added in a laughing voice. Green light.
“You hungry
slave?” Red light.
“Then your
Dungeon Master is setting you adrift for a while. Use the time wisely,
slave.”
They did leave
their slave alone for a good, long while with no sounds or stimulus.
Part II ~ Lost
in Inner-Space
“Rocket
Man! Shooting off into the areozone, Taking me a
long, long way from home. It’ll be a long,
long time and then, ‘till splash
down brings me ‘round again I’m a Rocket
Man!” Bernie Taupin
It was Saturday
morning early when Master Bert arrived with Oscar and Billy. Oscar was
aglow with love. So was Master Bert. They were good
together. Billy acted like the proud, but unhappy mother who was
losing her baby. Everyone was supportive of both. Billy would get by,
his family would see to that. They included him in everything, just as
they had when he and Oscar were running together. They were
included in all family events. Master Bert joined the others in
the dungeon.
Billy and Oscar
checked on their brother slave to be, then headed for the kitchen. They
brought food and drink for all and knew their way around twenty-five
different kitchens all over Southern California. Soon the smells of
breakfast, coffee and other goodies filled the house. Once again Oscar
was the sole, undisputed Master Chef running his kitchen like a well
oiled clock. Billy never questioned a task. He knew better.
When Oscar took charge the food came out on time, was always delicious
and there was plenty of it. If you volunteered for kitchen help you did
the task Oscar assigned you. There were no small tasks in his kitchen.
It was
getting on toward ten o’clock and Master Earl arrived with assortments
of coffee cakes and four dozen doughnuts. It became a party mood.
Everyone was celebrating the training of their new family member.
Chief and Master Jeb came up from the dungeon when Earl D. Shaw
arrived on his bike. They greeted Earl and led him into the kitchen
where Billy and Oscar dropped everything to make ritual homage to
Master Earl. Once done, Master Earl turned to introduce Chief to Billy
and Oscar who were completely nude. Chief responded politely to their
rituals but didn’t know what to make of them. Billy gently took
Chief’s hand and guided it to his groin. He spoke softly to him
so’s not to embarrass him in front of the others.
“Go ahead,
Chief, feel. It helps to know we’re real people.” Billy
smiled sweetly as the Chief took advantage of his offer, then kissed
Billy again with considerably more interest. It didn’t go
unnoticed by the crowd who started applauding and whooping. Billy
turned and smiled innocently to every one and simply said to Chief,
“Welcome to the
family, Master Redfeather.” The big man blushed. Everyone
was patting him on the back and laughing with him.
Blaine and Beryl
remained in the dungeon to keep watch with the Dungeon Master. Jeb
simply turned over the entire bondage trip to Big Jim. He was doing an
excellent job and Jeb wondered why he hadn’t included his friend in
more of the slave training in the past. Jim helped train numbers of
slaves over the years and knew the drill. What’s more, Big Jim was
taking on the persona of ‘Dungeon Master’ like he never had before and
was beginning to be recognize as such by all. His interest in
seeing to Beau’s training and helping Jeb, sparked a keen, new interest
in Big Jim to become the 'Dungeon Master.' The family began to treat
him with an elevated respect he found appealing. He was beginning to
bloom in his new role and Jeb let him run with it. He even
supported him by starting to defer to him on matters of Beau’s bondage
and training.
Jeb never
questioned one of Big Jim’s decisions which further re-enforced his
status. Jeb Henshaw was a wise old man. He knew he found
his successor. He never thought Big Jim would be interested in
taking over the slave training from him. It was never discussed between
them. Jim always seemed too restless in the past. Without
warning, he’d load his bike, take off one day and be gone for months;
always to return to Jeb’s front door, throw his arms around his old
friend, kiss him, hold him like he was sorry and knew he shouldn’t have
left.
Big Jim was
Master Jeb’s first slave. Years ago, before Jeb decided to get into the
slave training business, he and Jim were in the service together. They
spent a year in the trenches in Korea in the last days of that nasty
little war. They spent night after night huddled close to each other,
holding each other for warmth. Everyone had their bunk buddy. It was
expected. It was just an accepted fact;— you either slept with your
buddy or froze to death. If you were lucky enough to live through the
night by yourself, you could look forward to frost bite, gangrene, or
amputation.
The occasional
odd man would be included between two others under their three bed
rolls or even straw when they could find it dry. Jeb and Jim often
sandwiched a smaller, good looking buddy between them. Well,— of course
there was sex! It was not only a relief, it also built up the
ambient heat under whatever protection they could find. No one said a
word. They were all doing it. They would good naturedly joke about who
was middle man. Most of the smaller men found two big ones to sleep
between. Sure, they had to put out a little; however, they
slept the warmest at nights, and had the extra mental relief of
sleeping between two very large men. The old saying, ‘If you can’t fuck
your buddy, who can you fuck?” came from that period.
It’s amazing how
much goes on in the military under desperate circumstances. Head’s turn
the other way when men are in combat but stick it to you under more
peaceful circumstances. Unfortunately, we live in the only
country in the world that will give you a medal for killing a man and
ostracize you for loving one. Since they were regular Marines they
found themselves in Vietnam during the early days as military advisors
to the South Vietnamese. They couldn’t stomach what was going on
and got out after Jeb contracted some kind of jungle rot. Jim knew his
friend was getting worse.
Big Jim wanted
to climb on his bike many times since Beau came into his life, but he
couldn’t leave Jeb. To Big Jim, there was no problem so big it couldn’t
be run away from. Not because he was weak but because he was a
terribly sensitive man. He couldn’t tolerate hurt from people and tried
his best never to hurt anyone. Now, he was being forced to cope with a
situation he’d simply run from in the past. He knew his friend,
his brother, his love, needed him and this was one time he knew he
couldn’t run away. Jeb was there so many times for Jim. Big Jim
always felt secure he had a home no matter how long he was gone. He
knew as long as Jeb was alive, he would always have a home. Now
the prospect of losing his rock, his foundation for any semblance of
stability, the only love of his life he could always depend on,
was unsettling to him.
We usually don’t
think of big men as sensitive. It doesn’t seem to fit the persona
Hollywood would have us believe of all big men. We think ‘big
man’,‘strong man’; however, that’s not always the case. We can’t see
what’s inside. The giant began to draw strength from his love for Beau.
Rather than be depressed because he couldn’t have Beau in the long run,
he was determined to see Beau became the best possible slave for
Earl D. Shaw. He began to work Beau’s butt off at the gym. He’d
chuckle to himself after they got home and showered together secretly
admiring the results of his pushing. Beau was developing a beautiful
set of tits. Tits that cried out to be ringed by a worthy Master. Big
Jim would not fail to point that out to his new intended Master.
He wanted to see a big ring through each of those tits.
Brunch was
served. Chief, and Master Jeb took their food to the dungeon so
Big Jim, Beryl and Blaine could come up and eat. They needed some time
away from the dungeon to socialize. Everyone sat at the huge outdoor
oak table under the big avocado tree Jeb planted years ago when he
first moved there. Well, he didn’t actually plant it. He left the
pot there and it grew into the ground. Big Beryl was at the head
of the table, stood and raised his glass.
“Gentlemen,
Master, slaves. Our thanks to the preparers of this fine food.
Health, love and prosperity to our family.” Here, here’s all
around and glasses clinking made for a happy occasion. Oscar blushed at
Master Beryl’s sentiment. Master Bert put his arm around him and
squeezed him. Master Beryl took Oscar’s hand and gently squeezed
it in thanks. Oscar blushed more.
“Master Bert?”
Questioned Big Beryl, who was the acknowledged but somewhat unofficial
head of the family clan Mc Innis.
“Yes,
Sir?” He replied.
“Have you
decided when you would like to claim this worthy slave and our family
member as your property?”
“It has been
discussed, we have tentatively set a date, but we’re flexible if it
isn’t a good time to have the maximum of my slave’s family present.”
“And that date
would be,...?”
“My slave wanted
our new young slave, Beau, to stand with him as well as his brother,
Billy. In fact, they both have requested him. It’s more
than fine with me. I would consider it an honor and a blessing to
our union to have him stand with my slave to be.” Master Bert
said looking directly at Master Earl who smiled and raised his glass in
approval.
“However, we
realize his training schedule is tight and in three weekends his
visitations will begin. We thought if possible to have our
ceremony the same evening he becomes a slave, and he may then stand up
for my slave as a full brother.”
There was
applause of approval from around the table.
“Further more, I
have asked Master Earl to stand with me, and I would appreciate it,
Sir, as head of this family if you would do us both the honor of
standing with me as well.”
Big Beryl
blushed at the general applause from around the table.
“I’d be the one
to be honored, Master Bert, and I gratefully accept your invitation to
stand with you. If it’s all right with our Dungeon Master, Big
Jim, and Master Jeb I think it would be a perfect time.” Everyone
agreed. The two men shook hands on it and everyone was happy with
the timing.
“It sounds like
a fine idea to me.” said the new Dungeon Master, “We have plenty
of room in the auditorium. There are lots of tables for food for a
reception and celebration later. We own the vacant lot next door
where there’s plenty of room for bike parking. We have no neighbors up
here to speak of. I think it’s a fine idea. I’ll discuss it with
Master Jeb but don’t foresee any problems. I’ll let you know
definitely a little later this morning. I can tell you our young slave
will be thrilled; right, Master Earl?”
Earl D. winked
at Big Jim and spoke, “He’ll be thrilled. He loves Oscar and
Billy very much.” Then he asked Billy to tell the story of Beau
carrying Billy’s picture in his wallet for seven years in Nam and still
carrying it to this day never thinking that he would one day meet his
boyhood idol. The assembled people who hadn’t heard the story
were agog.
“I couldn’t
believe when he unfolded this small picture of me out of some muscle
magazine from the early sixties. It was worn thin and the colors
faded, but there was no mistaking the image. It was me.”
Tears were coming to Billy’s eyes. “So you all can understand why
Oscar and I want him to stand with us.” Everyone agreed.
Big Jim finished
and excused himself to go to the dungeon to speak with his partner and
check on his charge. Jeb and Chief were talking quietly and
finished eating. Jim sat down and began to outline what Bert had
asked of Big Beryl. Jeb listened for a moment then spoke.
“Jim, if you
don’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you would make these decisions from
now on. I accept whatever you think’s best. It’s going to be all
I can do to get through my part of our boy’s training. I may have
you sit in on most of it in case you might wish to do it again in the
future. Chief you might be interested, too. You’re young and could be a
big help to your big brother here.” Jeb smiled a knowing smile. Chief
blushed.
“I’d be happy to
serve and learn, Master Jeb. I would be honored.”
“Sounds good to
me, too.” said the Dungeon Master as he extended his hand in welcome to
Jim Redfeather. Chief took the big man’s hand and shook it firmly.
“All right, Son,
find six square pieces of paper about four inches and mark the numbers
1 on the first, 2 on the second, and so on. Since we have four of the
six Masters here this morning we’re going to draw for the weekend
placement for our slave. You’ll get to pick one as well Chief since
you’ve paid your deposit in full. Sam and Yoshie are out of town
this weekend and so is Dirk and Allen. We have their permission to draw
for them. I’ll ask Billy to draw for Dirk and I’ll ask Earl to
draw for Sam.”
Jeb helped Chief
with the papers and Chief carefully numbered each. They were
folded and placed in a large tupperware mixing bowl. Big Jim carried
the bowl out to the table were the Masters were sitting still drinking
coffee.
“Weekend
placement drawing for our new slave, gentleman. We have four of
the six Masters who have paid deposits and Earl, we’ll ask you to draw
for Master Sam. Billy will draw for Master Dirk. Now, who
will be first?” Everyone looked around. Big Beryl took the lead.
“I will say who
goes first. There should be some prerogatives for the head of
this family.” They all laughed but agreed with the old man.
“Earl first, for
obvious reasons. Then we’ll go by age. The oldest next which will
be me. Bert will be next. You draw for Sam next, Earl. Sorry
young man,” He spoke to Chief, “you’ll have to settle for last.”
He laughed.
“Not a problem,
Sir.” laughed Chief.
“No one open
until we’ve all drawn, agreed?” They all agreed. The bowl
was passed, each man took a square of paper and Big Beryl gave the okay
to open them.
“Okay, who got
number one?” Asked Big Beryl.
“Looks like Sam
and Yoshie.” said Big Jim reading the slip of paper Earl handed him.
“We got number
two.” Beryl said.
“Number three.”
said Earl D.”
“Four.” said Bert
“Dirk and Allen
got five.” said Billy
“Six.” said
Chief.
Big Jim copied
the order on a piece of paper he had.
“Okay, starting
the first weekend of next month our boy will spend the weekend with
Master Sam and Yoshie. The next weekend with Master Beryl and
Blaine. Followed by Master Earl, Master Bert, Master Dirk,
and last and certainly not least, our new Master, Master Jim
Redfeather. Good! There are possibly two more available. By
the way, it’s agreed that we will have Master Bert and Oscars
transference the same night our boy becomes a slave.” They all
applauded.
“May I bring up
one other thing, gentlemen?” Master Bert asked.
“Certainly,
Sir.” replied the Dungeon Master. Bert pushed an envelope to the
Dungeon Master. “There’s two hundred dollars cash for one more
Master. This Master is known to me, my slave Oscar, Billy and
many of my previous family. He would be interested in a new
slave. He’s requested a weekend with Beau. You might know him as
well, Master Jim. He goes by the name, ‘Master Bear or The Captain.’”
“No, I can’t
say’s I do; however, if you, your slave, and Billy vouch for him I'll
accept his deposit. Jeb has given me full charge in these
matters. May I speak to your intended slave and Billy concerning
this, Sir?”
“Of Course,
let’s call Oscar.” Billy was already there and Oscar joined him.
“Do you slaves
know this man, Master Bear or The Captain as he’s called? Is he a
valid member of a family such as ours and would he make a good and sane
Master for our slave?”
“Absolutely!”
said Oscar.
“One of the best
Masters around and as handsome as the very Devil himself.” said Billy,
the added, “Or, at least, he was.” He didn’t elaborate.
Earl D. tried
not to show it, but the news was unsettling to him. The
introduction of a new Master to the equation muddied the water.
He had to get Oscar and Billy aside and question them further.
The Dungeon Master accepted the money and agreed to set a weekend aside
for Master Bear or The Captain.
“I received a
phone call earlier today and Master Zack has sent two hundred dollars
in the mail for a weekend reservation with our slave. Since he is
our family, I will give him the seventh weekend and Master Bear the
last weekend. Then it’s done.
There are
several other deposits from Masters who wish a evening with our
slave. Five in all so far. We won’t accept any further
deposits for weekends with our slave to be. We’ll have an open house
the Saturday the bidding is due and our slave’s new owner will be
announced that evening. All bids must be in my hand by six in the
evening. Our new slave will be on display all afternoon for any
Master’s final inspection. Announcements will be sent to all family
members regarding the rules and times. Jeb and I are hosting an
open bar, catered party with food and drinks for all in celebration.”
Part III ~ Deep
River, Muddy Waters
“I gits weary
and sick of trying’ I’m tired of
livin’ and scared of dying, But Old Man
river, he just keeps rolling along” Jerome Kern
I was fed
again. It was my fourth feeding so I knew it had to be late
Saturday afternoon. I let my mind drift where it wanted to go. I
didn’t try to control it. I kept returning to my childhood and
remembered begging my mother to take care of my little brother and
sister. Most of the time she would be depressed or on medications that
made her so dysfunctional she couldn’t do anything. Sometimes,
she would be dead drunk. I complained over and over to my dad to get
him to do something, anything about it. He would pat me on the head and
tell me what a good boy I was to help but he would do
nothing. It must have been hard for him, but I don’t think he
ever stopped to think how hard it was on me. How it shaped my
life. He remained with her all those years. He never had an affair I
know of. He never had time. He went to work every day and
brought home his pay check. I had to buy groceries or no one would've
been fed. Dad gave me a weekly household allowance, and I would buy
everything for the week I thought we needed.
I became good at
clipping coupons and shopping values. I became a wife to my dad
and a mother to my brother and sister. I became a slave to them. It
didn’t stop until I left for college. I wiped their noses, tied their
shoes, fed them, cleaned up after them, kissed their tears away, did
the laundry and gave them love. If the result of my childhood was
I was imprinted as a slave, then, as an adult, I wanted some token for
my efforts.
One night I got
out one of my muscle magazines I hid under two loose boards in the
bottom of my closet. I was looking at my love, Clancey Mc Gee. My
dad walked in and caught me playing with myself. I was
mortified. He grabbed the magazine out of my hand, took a long,
hard look at it, then got a smile on his face.
“He’s one Hell
of a good looking man, Son.” He handed me the magazine back and
messed my hair, “Maybe I’ll borrow it from you later. I haven’t
jacked off in a couple of years, and he's a hot one.”
I was floored.
Could my dad have been gay or was he just trying to be magnanimous so I
wouldn’t feel bad? I don’t know that he ever had any other
contacts. He was regular as clock work. I knew his schedule and
he never varied. Could he have discovered late in life he was gay and
stopped having sex with my mother? Was that why she was so miserable
all those years? He never borrowed the magazine; however, once again,
when he caught me jacking off he asked if I needed any help. I assured
him I didn’t. He winked and closed the door. Would he have?
Did he want that? Had I become his wife in his mind? After
all, I took care of him. I made sure his clothes were washed,
ironed, and folded. I put them exactly where he liked them. After my
Mother died when I came home from the service he would find someway to
be alone with me.
He was never
physical, but he would cry sitting in the car with me. He would tell me
how much he loved me, and he appreciated my help all those years. He
would express how bitterly he missed me. Suddenly, it occurred to
me, he not only loved me as a son, he fell in love with me. The
realization of that brought a flood of tears from me that left me
heaving in the sling. So much so I heard a voice on the ear
phones.
“Slave,
I’m here for you. You’re being watched over by those who love you. Are
you in physical pain?” Red light.
“Are you facing
yourself?” Green light.
“It won’t be
long now until your evening fuck;— that should give you something to
look forward to. We brought in another guest fucker this
evening. Hang in there, slave.”
They left me
alone and I felt much better understanding the epiphany I just
experienced. Why? Had I always known but never wanted to
admit it to myself? Then, the truth came rushing into my
mind. I wanted my dad to be physical with me! I wanted him
to love me like I was his wife. Not as a woman, but as his man-wife. I
suddenly realized, if he had shown me the least amount of physical
love, I may not have turned out the way I did.
* * * * * * *
“Everyone was
still chatting at the table. Either having a beer or more coffee.
It was getting dark. Big Jim approached Earl D. and asked to speak to
him in private. Earl followed the Dungeon Master to the
auditorium.
“Jeb has turned
over all of the Dungeon Master decisions to me. Don’t spread it
around, he’s getting worse, and doesn’t have the strength to see this
through to completion without a lot of help from me and maybe
Chief. As you can probably tell, I’m enjoying the Hell out of
playing Dungeon Master, but I wanted you to know about Jeb’s
condition. I know how close the two of you are.” Earl
thanked Big Jim, “Second thing,— our boy is going into fugue
state and facing some dragons. He needs a solid physical
communion with someone who loves him and whom he loves. Would you
consider giving him his evening fuck? I’ll clear the dungeon for you,
and you may be alone with him if you like. The only rule is no verbal
communication. You may communicate volumes through your dick. As
Dungeon Master I would appreciate it if you would. He needs you right
now.”
“You know I
will. You don’t have to ask anyone to leave. I’m perfectly comfortable
with our family. Any or all who want to, may watch.”
“There’s a small
pin spot that will light only the area of his ass and you won’t even be
aware of anyone else. I’ll tell everyone who wants to watch to
find a folding chair, take it to the dungeon, or they may sit on the
floor.”
The Dungeon
Master went around and quietly told everyone. Surprisingly, not every
one wanted to watch. Jeb looked bad and decided to retire to his
bedroom. Chief was all ready in the dungeon and so were Beryl and
Blaine. Billy decided to join the group in the basement to leave
Bert and Oscar alone for a while. Everyone settled and Earl followed
Big Jim down into the dungeon. Big Jim turned off all lights except one
tiny pin spot aimed right on Beau’s ass. The Dungeon Master removed
Beau’s plug into a waiting towel and patted his ass.
“Master Earl,—
” The Dungeon Master motioned for Master Earl to come forward.
“Master Earl will need a slave for lubricant and to get him primed.”
“Blaine!” Barked
Master Beryl as he snapped his fingers for Blaine to service Master
Earl.
Blaine was on
his knees in front of Master Earl in an instant. He first kissed each
of his boots as Master Earl offered his hand. He kissed it and
placed it to his forehead for further orders.
“Clean my cod
piece slave, and I’ll tell you when you may remove it.”
Blaine thanked
him and threw his all into cleaning, licking, and sucking on the
handsome Master’s big cod piece. He could feel Master Earl’s
snake start to engorge itself inside as the piece became more
filled. After he had gone over every inch several times it was
thoroughly wet from his attention.
“You may remove
it, slave. You did a good job of cleaning and paying homage
to this Master. You’re a credit to your good Master.”
Blaine caught an
upper snap in his teeth and pulled the entire piece off. Master
Earl’s sizable cock flopped straight out into his face. It was
delicious looking to Blaine and he was hungry for some good hot cop
dick.
“May I,
Master?”
“Yes, Son.”
Blaine started
by kissing the head and then making love to the entire length of the
shaft. He kissed each of Master Earl’s balls and licked them a
little.
“Clean my balls
good for me, slave.”
Big Beryl nudged
Chief as if to say, 'Damn, Earl’s a hot Master and my slave is
really doing me proud.' Blaine was in heaven sucking and cleaning
Master Earl’s low hanging balls.
“Now, slave, get
me good’n hard with a lot of spit.”
It was the order
Blaine was waiting for. He began to suck and take more and more
of Master Earl down his throat. Master Earl turned him sideways
to the assembled family so they could get a better view.
Big Beryl leaned
over to Chief an whispered, “ My slave’s gonna’ get fucked tonight, big
time! Woah!” Master Earl was fully erect and ready to fuck some
slave-boy butt.
“That’ll be
enough, slave.”
Blaine again
kissed each of his boots and Master Earl once more held his hand for
him. After completing the ritual he spoke to Blaine.
“Rise, slave and
give this Master your love.” Blaine was in his arms in an
instant. Master Earl laid a kiss on Blaine that made Blaine go
limp. Master Beryl slapped his knee and laughed softly.
“Thank you,
slave.” Master Earl said softly to Blaine.
“My pleasure,
Sir,— my pleasure.” You could tell Blaine wasn’t lying.
Master Earl
moved to his intended slave in the sling. You could have heard a
cockroach fart it was so quiet in the dungeon as he placed his big dick
on his slave’s rosebud. He reached up and grabbed the chains in
front of his slave. He lunged forward and in one swift, fluid
movement sunk his dick deep into him. He felt his balls swing and bang
beneath him. There were several gasps at his entrance.
* * * * * * *
I felt a large
dick slammed into my ass and pushed back and up to receive it as Master
Jeb taught me so many weeks ago. It was wonderful to feel someone
in me again. At first I thought it was Master Jim, but it didn’t
have quite the same feel. My evening fucker let my ass adjust for a
good while taking a small stroke or two to relax my hole. Then the
first couple of good strokes I knew I had a Cadillac in my garage. It
was my Master and I wiggled my ass in excitement.
“You can’t fool
this kid.” He spoke softly to the peanut gallery, “He just told me he
know’s it’s me.” He laughed as he took another couple of good,
long. deep strokes into me.
Shit!! Son of a
bitch! Damn!! Hell! Fuck!! My Master felt good and I was
trying my best to help him get the best of my ass that he could.
He obviously was enjoying this. I could feel a certain joy in his
strokes. I know it sounds crazy; however, I could feel this must have
been unexpected, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass
without making this a memorable fuck. Tonight he was my Cadillac,
and I hoped he might shift gears to let his animal drive.
'What the Hell,
slave, you’re getting fucked by your Master. It’s his pleasure
that’s important, not yours. Give it up to him any way he wants
to take it from you.' Something clicked in me and I knew at that
moment I was becoming the slave Master Jeb had told me about.
When that clicked in my brain and I began to concern myself with his
pleasure I began to get what I needed. My Master put his wild animal at
the wheel. I could still tell it was a Cadillac but his beast was
putting the pedal to the metal. He kept on and on with his
assault. He was relentless. I was building up fast. I
couldn’t hold it much longer, but I was trying. It was almost like he
wanted to feel my ass biting down on his cock as he fucked me
furiously. I couldn’t hold it any more and shot three times and
felt my ass trying to bite his dick off. He felt it go crazy as I
felt his flow begin.
I was being fed
a man size feast by his beast. God, he fucked me good. He lay on
top of me, I thought I heard applause but wasn’t sure. Was there an
audience? Did my Master take me in front of an audience?
Damn, the thought made me hot. I started to milk his cock
to get the last drops of his hot come into my ass. I wanted every
drop. To be plugged and absorb his wonderful seed was enough to get me
through the rest of this. He left his cock in me for a long time laying
on top of me with his arms under and around me. I could feel his left
hand stroking my chest like he liked to do. He inched up and found my
tits and began to tease them between his thumb and forefinger. He
didn’t hurt me. He just played with them. It was making me so hot
I began to hump his dick praying he’d fuck me again. He didn’t.
He wasn’t in charge and had to defer to the Dungeon Master. He
was happy to be able to have me one more time. He slowly pulled
out and I started crying but tried not to let anyone know.
“He’s crying.”
Earl said to Jim. “Do you think I hurt him?”
“Not likely. You
should know. He’s hopelessly in love with you and misses
you. He wants you back in him, but that’s enough for tonight.
Watch this.” Big Jim went to the microphone.
“See, what did I
tell you?” Big Jim chided his brother. “Gimme’ a hug,
brother, the Dungeon Master needs one right now.” Earl D.
threw his arms around the big man.
“You’re one of a
kind, brother, and I’m proud to call you that. You’re a big man.”
Master Earl spoke softly in the Dungeon Master’s ear. The double
meaning didn’t pass Big Jim. He laughed and patted Earl on
the back hard and gave him a goodly bear hug.
I was fed some
more wonderful, homemade soup broth again. It was different from
the first but just as good. I wasn’t treated to any more stimulus
for the rest of the night. I was on my own except for three
people watching me round the clock.
Beryl and Blaine
went to one of the upstairs bed rooms, made the bed, and crashed.
Big Jim invited Chief to stay over if he wished. Chief wasn’t about to
miss a chance to be included, and slept next to Big Jim almost all
night on the leather futon.
Master Bert ,
Billy and Oscar were keeping watch over the slave. The dungeon was
quiet and all lights were out except a small pin spot on the slave
hanging in mid air.
The Dungeon
Master still wore his leathers but Chief took his off to be more
comfortable. Master Jim threw a comforter over the both of them
for warmth. Chief woke up with a huge hairy arm around him pulling him
close to the big bear of a man. Chief dreamed of this. It was
enough to consider the Dungeon Master becoming his big brother but to
be lying next to him, this close, was a dream come true. He fell asleep
and dreamed more peaceful dreams than he had in years. Once, he
awoke and rolled over into the giant to get closer. Was that a
small smile he sensed come across the giant’s face. It was
dark. He couldn’t be sure. (The Dungeon Master was sure,—
he pulled Chief closer to him.)
The next morning
was a whirlwind of activity. Jeb was up early and Billy awoke the
Dungeon Master to start his day. Chief remained on the
futon, asleep in his comfortable dreams. Billy and Oscar went upstairs
to start breakfast for everyone.
Master Earl left
and returned to his home. He had things to do Sunday but would
check in or call when Beau came out of bondage. The Dungeon
Master requested Earl D. to be present. He said he would try.
The final ten to
twelve hours of bondage is the worst. You go deep inside yourself
to look at things you’ve tied behind your back for years. Things you
would ordinarily never let yourself think of. The memories, good,
bad, and ugly come bubbling up from the depths to confront you. You
can’t run away because there’s no where to run. It won’t go away
until you deal with it. There can be much weeping and gnashing of
teeth during that period. (figure of speech since my mouth was plugged.)
By Sunday
afternoon I was becoming uncomfortable. I was fighting off muscle
cramps from inactivity, and I had no more tears to shed. I felt
completely washed out like an old dishcloth. Yet, somehow, I felt
cleansed. I felt like areas of my life would never bother me again
because I finally dealt with them. They were done, resolved and
gone. I thought the time would never come, but I finally felt the
Gurney being rolled under me and raised so I was laying on it and my
chains were free. I was unhooked and gently rolled somewhere. Four big
arms transferred me to a table covered in leather. Slowly both sides of
the bondage harness was removed. Someone was removing my
boots. Someone else was gently undoing my pants.
They were
removed. Someone removed my leather shirt and gauntlet gloves.
Next my plug was removed but not my eye patch. Sitting up I felt
someone removing the leather hood and laid me back down before removing
it. It was finally taken away. My eyes adjusted and I was laying
in the middle of the futon. All around me was my family including my
Master. Everyone, to a man, was completely nude. No one had any clothes
on including my Dungeon Master who was laying next to me. I rolled into
him and put my arms around his big neck and started crying I was so
moved. He held me tight.
“These other
folks watched over you, too.” he whispered. I turned to my Master
and hugged him and didn’t want to let go. I kissed him and told
him I loved him. He returned the love to me. Then each, in
kind, hugged and kissed me. They all had tears in their eyes. Chief was
so moved we started crying together. Big Beryl was beside himself with
joy, love and couldn’t hug me tight enough. I thought he was going to
break something. Blaine was bananas. It was a wonderful
unexpected reunion. These wonderful men had become my
family. Who could want for a more diverse yet loving group of men
to love.
“You hungry,
pretty slave-boy?” My Dungeon Master asked quietly.
“Yes, Sir, a
little.”
“Come, then,— we
have food prepared for you.”
They helped me
up. My legs were unsteady. They assisted me out of the
dungeon. We walked to the outside, and there was a feast laid out
before us for all to enjoy. Oscar had been cooking all afternoon
and everyone sat down to eat. Everyone ate in the nude in the warm
summer evening as the last rays of the warm California sun sank into
the ocean. Master Beryl raised his glass and spoke.
“To our new
slave. On releasing him from the bondage of his past to the freedom of
his new life as a slave.”
Everyone was in
agreement and clinked glasses. It was the best meal I’ve ever
eaten. I ate too much. I was so full and growing
tired. I felt emotionally drained and yet happier than I could
remember. I was so grateful to these men for their unconditional love
for me.
I asked Master
Jim to take me to his room. I hugged and kissed everyone good
night including my Master who understood my need to lay down. The
Dungeon Master swept me up in his arms and carried me to his bed.
He laid me out and covered me. Then he kissed me.
“I have
responsibilities to our guest, so I won’t be back for a while.
Can I send your Master to lay with you for a while?”
“You would do
that for me?”
“Don’t you know
by now?”
“I’m sorry,
Master. I love you, too.”
I was drifting
off to sleep when I felt a pair of big arms surround me and hold me
close. It was my Master, I turned to him and wept in his
arms. He understood. He held me close, and I went out like a
light. I remember waking up during the night, there was another, bigger
pair of arms around me, and I moved closer to the warmth of my giant
ox. He held me as I drifted back to sleep. I wanted
so desperately to belong. I wanted to be loved. I was
beginning to believe I’d found both these things. If someone told me
how and what form that love would take, would I have
understood? Becoming a slave was nothing like I thought it would
be. My life was becoming not my own any more. I was
becoming a part of something bigger.
To be owned by
another man multiplied my world by two, but to be brought into a family
as richly complex and caring as this one would have been
incomprehensible to me a couple of months ago. I was looking for
a new world and found a universe. Instead of living my life in my
self-imposed prison I was being freed to love in so many new and
wonderful ways.
I was giving up
things others might find necessary for control of their lives. It
wasn’t until I decided to let go of that control, I truly began to feel
free. I found the freedom of my chains, the greater bond of trust. The
greater freedom of unconditional love. For the first time in my stupid,
miserable, warped life I was beginning to like who and what I
was. I liked the slave I was becoming. I looked upon him with a
new light and found him fair. The man-child who was imprinted as
a slave I was ashamed of all these years took the hand of the adult-man
who found him worthy. The adult whispered to the young boy he thought
he was good and beautiful and asked if he would help him learn to be a
good and loving slave? With the man-child’s wisdom and help, I
would become a slave to a good man who would control me yet give me the
love my father never could. We would both finally belong to someone; a
worthy someone to appreciate us.
Perhaps my dad
could've offered that, but I never allowed him to cross that
threshold. He never really tried. What a can of worms that might
have opened? I began to have dreams of having sex with my dad and
never before wanted to admit I was sexually attracted to him for years.
When I showed a picture to my Master of my dad he laughed. I
asked him why?
“It’s obvious
your attraction to Billy all those years. He was a pumped up
version of your dad. He could be Billy’s brother.” With his
suggestion, I looked again and realized the close resemblance.
Perhaps my dad saw it too when he looked at the picture of Billy? Did
he understand before I did and tried to give me a chance to be with
him? I didn’t. I couldn’t at the time. I was so let down
and felt taken for granted by my dad that I had little love for him by
the time I left home. He must have been devastated. I never
really loved my dad until I understood that. I blamed him for my misery
as an adult; for not doing something about me becoming a slave to the
family. I never had a childhood. I never really had an
adolescence. I was too busy playing at being an adult.
I’m still close
to my little brother and sister; however, our love is
perverse. They love me as a surrogate mother. A combination
of big mama, big brother, big daddy, and Santa Clause, all rolled into
one generous, pay-off slot machine. They still send me their wish lists
at Christmas. It became clear to me after all those years the great
love of my dad’s life was his own son. I never knew! He never
told me. I knew someday I would return to my father’s home with my
Master. I would without shame or hesitation, introduce
Master Earl to my dad as my Master. I would not lie nor try to hide my
life choice of becoming a slave to this beautiful man. I would
hold my head high and be proud of the little boy I was and the man he
became. My father might understand. Until he knew more, he
may not approve, but he’d try to understand. I didn’t need his
approval. I desperately needed his help and approval as a child but I
never got it. The harder I tried, the more I was taken for
granted.
Then I would ask
him, if he thought my choice of becoming Master Earl’s slave was so far
different from what he expected of me as a child? I would tell
him for the first time in my life someone asked a commitment of me to
become their possession, their property. I belong to this handsome
man,— he owns me, Dad. I am his slave. Would he grow to
love my Master for my sake? Is the old saying true? The fruit doesn’t
fall too far from the tree. The tree had a few surprises for the
fruit as I later discovered. The river of life, no matter how
deep or slow, keeps on rolling along.
End Chapter 19
~The Ties That Bind Copyright 2004
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