“Rock of ages,
cleft for me let me hide
myself in thee.” Fanny Crosby~
I awoke the next
morning feeling better than I had in a long time and hornier than a tom
cat with a hormone problem. I eased out of bed and went to the shower
to cleaned myself. When satisfied, I dried carefully and snuck
back into bed next to the Dungeon Master. I knew him well enough to
sense when he was about to wake up. Babe was already awake and ready to
play. I positioned my ass right on Babe and gently pushed back
until I felt him pop his head in to look around. I guess he was pleased
I seemed clean, warm, and comfortable because I felt six inches or more
wiggle into my butt. At that point, I knew the giant was awake and
probably had a large smile on his face. I pushed my ass back a little
harder and managed to get about three quarters of Babe in me. I felt
his big hairy arms around me pulling me up to him tightly and Babe was
driven all the way into my barn. Oh geeze, he just fit. We
lay there together and my giant ox reached down with his big head and
kissed me behind the ear.
“I can tell
you’ve been in the shower. You smell good. You do that for me?”
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master. I’m so horny I was gonna’ get some this morning if I
had to tie you to the bed. I crawled back in bed and saw Babe was
ready to play. I opened the barn door and led him in.”
“Damn! Those
workouts are really pumping the testosterone into you. You’ll be
wantin’ to get in my ass if I don’t watch out.”
“If you need it,
Master, it’s yours, and I promise you the best."
“You know,
slave, I may surprise the holy Hell out of you some night to see what
junior can do. In the meantime, don’t bet the farm on it happening. I
know one thing about you. It would neither change our
relationship nor would you think me any less a man or
Master. You’ve been imprinted I’m your Master, one of your
owners, and that will never be altered.”
“You’re right, I
am imprinted that way. To be honest, I never want to think of you any
other way. With you inside me like this, do you think I would ever want
to switch places? Only at your behest, Master.” I said with all
humility as he took a couple of giant strokes into my ass.
“Oh shit,
Master,— that feels good. I ain’t gonna’ be able to hold out
long.”
Master Jim
reached behind him into the drawer of his night stand and pulled out a
studded leather strap. He reached in front of me and ordered me to hold
my cock and balls away from my body. I did as ordered and he
snapped the leather ring tight around that area. He let go and the ring
got tight. It felt good but it all of a sudden cut my need to
come in half.
“That should
take care of an early shot from my slave so I can get in some early
morning plowing. Now, you were saying,...”
“I was saying
how great my Dungeon Master feels inside of me. Can’t you get more in,
please?” He started laughing pulled almost all the way out.
“Take a deep
breath,— ” I did and he gently but forcefully made me ride Bade
all the way to the base. He arched his back to make sure Babe was
lodged within me as far as he could get it.
“That enough,
Son?”
“It’s in-decent,
Master.” He laughed at my joke. I started riding up and down on
Babe getting my saddle broken in. I had a feeling I was going to
get fucked royally.
“You’re not
riding Babe this morning, Little Beaver. The Dungeon Master is
taking his pony for a ride this morning. Relax and enjoy the fuck.”
I knew that was
a figure of speech. If I could improve something in my fucking he
would stop, correct me, and do his stroke over several times to make
sure I responded the way he wanted. I was not allowed to be a lazy
fuck. You get more out of it when you put more into it.
Big Jim built
his bed to his own needs. It was huge and he had a special large
mattress made for it. It wasn’t too high off the floor but it was high
enough when kneeling he could fuck someone on the edge of the bed
comfortably. He got me to the end of the bed, pulled part way out,
flipped me over on my back and I hit the position. As he entered
me I could feel all of his giant cock going into me big time. He
handed me some handles that were attached to a couple of ropes on
either side of me. With them I could hold myself in position no matter
how hard he fucked me. It was a great idea,— very inventive. I
could keep pulling my self back into prime position for his
pleasure. It was simple in design, easy to use and served it’s
purpose well. I quickly learned to use it for his maximum
benefit. I wanted to pleasure the big man to gain his approval in
the worst way. I didn’t have to wait long before the Dungeon Master
started fucking me hard and deep. I knew it wasn’t going to take
Babe long to ride to the barn. After a few minutes of some pretty
intense fucking he slowed down and finally stopped, remaining docked to
the balls in my ass.
“Your ox doing
you some good, Beaver?”
“God yes,
Dungeon Master, take all you want from your slave. I love it,—
you’re taking a break,— it means I get fucked a little longer. Am I
doing my ox some good, Master?”
“I think you
know the answer to that, but a slave should hear they’re doing an
exceptional job from time to time and this is one of them. Old Babe’s
been hankering for some slave-boy butt ever since he strung you up in
the dungeon two days ago. So hang on, slave, you’re in for a good
one.” he wasn’t kidding.
Thank God he
installed those handles. He kept trying to get in my ass further and
further. He was in no rush, he took a couple more breaks. I
was over my need to come. The leather ring he snapped on my cock
and balls was doing it’s job. I was working so hard for his
pleasure I forgot about how great it felt to me; another epiphany
perhaps. I placed the Dungeon Master’s needs more important than
mine. It was working. The old man knows what he’s doing. My brain
is being rewired. Was I frightened about the prospect? Not in the
least. This was the greatest feeling of my life giving to this giant
man. He raised up a little and bent over to kiss me gently as if he
knew the revelation I just had. He leaned close to my ear.
“You’re my
slave. You will always be my slave. Now, I’m going to grab a
piece of your love and rip it out of your ass as I replace it with a
hefty load of ox love!”
He started again
and fucked me so hard I though we were having an earthquake. I rode
every thrust down to the last one!
“THAT’S IT
SLAVE! I’VE GRABBED IT AND I’M TAKING,... IT,... AWAY,....
RIGHT,... NOW!!! AAAAAAUUUUGGGG!”
I felt his flow
begin in me with his first volley and knew I didn’t need permission to
get mine. I shot all over him giving in to the love he just took from
me. He felt my ass chewing on his big dick and he went into his
other world ejaculation. I don’t think he ever realized. When his
saliva started to flow it would be slung all over the place, me
included. He was out of it for a few minutes, as I felt him shoot
again. How was that possible? He would shoot once then go into
this nether world where it seemed like an animal took possession of
him, and it would shoot into me as well. I’m not talking just a little
spit. I’m talking volumes of saliva. I would be wet and so would he. I
can’t tell you the number of times I cleaned and dried that big man. He
never failed to fulfill me totally and satisfy me sexually. I wasn’t
horny anymore. I knew I would go through the day with a smile on
my lips and a song in ‘me’ heart.
That morning was
the first morning of our second week of jogging. I hadn’t done
any exercise like that in years and my tongue was hanging out. As
time went on I lost inches off my waist and so did the Dungeon Master.
He was really shaping up and getting looks from all quarters.
My second
bondage was not so difficult but still there were the hurts, the
questions, the pain of my past that came flooding in. I was so touched
by my family. They gathered for each session to see me through, help in
anyway they could, and generally wish me well in my transformation. The
Dungeon Master would purposely not share with me who would be there. It
was his call as Dungeon Master and Jeb was so damn proud of him you’d
of though he just had a baby. His love for his big friend took on new
dimensions. It also seemed to improved his health somewhat. He
was feeling better. He looked better. The second bondage I was watched
over by Sam, Yoshie, Big Dirk, and Allen. Big Beryl and Blaine were
there for every one.
Chief didn’t
want to seem to anxious or make a nuisance of himself. He would
call Friday nights after work to see if he was needed. Big Jim
made a little brother of him and felt comfortable when Chief was
around. Chief worshiped Big Jim. Big Jim would joke with him.
“No, I think we
have enough help. Well,— maybe there’s a few things you might
help with. You might keep the Dungeon Master warm when he naps between
stretches. Chief would be there as fast as his Norton would get
him there. He was there, all weekend every week. He was also being
carefully taught by both Masters should he be needed in the future to
help train slaves. He took his learning seriously. Chief sat in on my
conversations with Master Jeb and saw the ways he was leading my
thinking. He observed things I was having problems with. He saw
how easily they could be overcome. The important thing was to lead the
slave’s thinking, but he must come to an understanding on his on.
Master Earl
checked on my progress but didn’t want to infringe on his brother’s
turf. He was a wise enough man to know when to back off and let
the natural flow of things progress; however, my third bondage trip,
the Dungeon Master made a special call for him to come quickly. I was
having a rough time and he couldn’t get me calmed down. My Master came
and did nothing more than place his hand on me. I sensed it was him and
immediately settled down. A quiet calm came over me when I felt his
strength and trust passing into my spirit. It was all right, my Master
was there. He broke down and cried at my simple love and need for him.
He knew he would never have to question it no matter how many times he
left me with the Dungeon Master.
I was beginning
to think of Big Jim as 'The Dungeon Master.' He walked proud and
tall with his hips thrown forward and developed a little swagger. Gone
was his usual stooped shoulder, forward leaning, lumbering, Neanderthal
gait. The Dungeon Master was taking on a sexy new persona. He was
beginning to find a new pride in himself and his abilities. I never
knew a person could change right before your eyes. His face was even
becoming better looking. He actually went from borderline ugly to
ruggedly handsome. None of these new qualities were missed by the girls
at the gym. Oh God,— the girls at the gym! I made sure I only
called Big Jim ‘Sir’ at the gym, never ‘Master;’ especially, not
‘Dungeon Master.’ The more they tried to figure us out the more
they began to appreciate Big Jim and his apparent change.
The work outs
were taking its toll on him, too. He was always big but now he was
getting fucking enormous. His shoulders and arms became massive.
He was a good trainer. He never ask me to lift more than he
thought was safe, but he worked my fucking ass off. He would have me so
tired after workouts I wanted to lay down and die or at least take a
good nap. He wouldn’t hear of it. I had other things to accomplish. By
the end the day I no longer had much of an ass, but what I had was
dragging.
The second week
of training he started us running several blocks and back home before
the gym. Each day he increased it another block. He was literally
working my ass off. I dropped almost two sizes in my waste and my ‘Tuff
Nuts’ hung on me like a laundry bag. I didn’t have the ass I used to
have anymore. All I had left were two small round masses the size
of two small bowling balls.
The day crowd at
the gym increased ten fold. We had to wait for exercise benches.
I could tell Master Jim was not amused. He was a good friend of the gym
manager/owner. Big Jim made a deal with him to do clean up for the day,
wash and fold his gym towels. The owner had a super-load washer in the
back and all we had to do was put them in, dry them, and fold them. He
gave Big Jim a key. We got up early and was there working out and
cleaning up two hours before the gym opened for the day. The owner
would walk in, look around, and seem pleased with our work. I scrubbed
down the showers really good twice a week and gave them a passable shot
the rest. He said it was the cleanest his gym had been in years.
Well, guess what
happened? The girls would see us working out and come with their
color coordinated Gucci bags and fanny packs to try to get in that
early in the morning. The hours are posted on the door. Couldn’t
they read? We finally had to put up a cardboard sign that read: “Gym
not open until 10:00 A.M. Clean up crew working!” The owner was
really pleased with our work and we got our workouts done in good time.
We even had time to do extra on Fridays if Master Jim felt I needed it,
which was every Friday.
The owner got a
lot of complaints. If we were working out why couldn’t
they? There were some pissed off queens. The owner would just
hoot and slap his side when he told us the latest story. He didn’t give
a shit, he was getting a Hell of a deal. The cleaning crew he had
before only came in twice a week, charged him almost three hundred per
month and then wouldn’t fold the towels or clean the shower. Why?
I wondered. Big Jim didn’t expect me to do everything. He
worked as hard as I did and would clean mirrors and windows once a
week. We had it down to a science and the owner couldn’t have
been happier. He couldn’t believe we cleaned the windows and mirrors.
After the second
month he wouldn’t accept our gym fees and joked he should be paying us.
We still had queens come to the door and get pissed because we wouldn’t
let them in even though the sign was right in front of their eyes. Big
Jim would smile sweetly and just point to the sign. They would
walk off in a huff, and we would have a good laugh.
“Teach you to
make fun of the giant and his slave.” He’d growl at them as he
smiled sweetly and waved. We’d fall out laughing.
My first month
of training was coming to an end and my respect and love for both
Masters grew by leaps and bounds. I found myself using less
familiar names with Big Jim. He became the 'Dungeon Master' and I felt
I should show him that respect. He questioned me several times, and I
explained my feelings. He thought about it for a couple of days, then
one morning, after working out, he sat me down on a bench and sat next
to me. We were alone. We finished early and the owner
hadn’t come in yet.
“I’ve thought a
lot about your answer about respect for me and not using such familiar
names and terms. I must impress on you I understand that’s my due as
your Master and, especially, as your Dungeon Master. You’re showing
your training by needing to show me this respect. I understand;
however, you’re not an average slave, Beau. I love you deeply,
and I know you love me.” He saw a light go on in my brain. I
smiled at him impishly. He smiled back wickedly, “Don’t say it or I’ll
backhand you off that bench!” we broke up with laughter. “I
can’t go too long with you without something funny passing between
us. We know each other so well.” He was silent for a moment, put
his hands together and leaned forward to rest his arms on his legs, “My
point is exactly that. You’re little names for me are part of you I
love. They’re a part of you, that, in private, I need. In public, I
expect the greatest respect from you, and you’ve never disappointed me.
On the contrary,
you’ve gone overboard with your respect and manners toward me even
around our family. That’s another thing about you I love. In the
context of all that, think about this. Should you deny your Master
anything? If your answer is ‘no’ then you’ll consider my request to
rethink giving up your familiar names for me. You realize, of course, I
could make it an order. I don’t want to. I’d rather you come to that
conclusion on your own because you love me. Do you understand? Do
you have any questions?”
“What you’re
saying is, I’m guilty of overkill. I hadn’t thought of it that
way. I thought I was being a good and respectful slave.
You’re saying, I am and don’t need to be so formal in private.
Lighten up, kid, I’m still your big blue ox? Ride Babe to the
barn?”
“Right, exactly!”
“I’m sorry,
Master.” I had tears in my eyes. “I never consider you might get
pleasure from my nonsense. You don’t have to order me Doc Ox.
You’ve fixed the problem. To be honest, I’ve missed my
conversations with Babe.” He hugged me and laughed as he held me
tight.
“Come on, Little
Beaver, let’s go home.”
“Yes, Master Ox.”
“Better,” he
said, “much better.”
Part II ~ Wise
Men From The East
Wednesday night,
the second week of my training Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master
invited my Master for dinner along with my brother who was fast
becoming an integral part of our immediate family. Chief loved being
around the men in our family and loved any contact he could have with
me as well. He would check in with Master Jeb every evening and speak
with the Dungeon Master as often as he could. I would tell him of
my progress and answer his many questions. He seemed to be soaking up
the ideals and ideas of the philosophy that ran the family and the
intricacies of changing or molding a man’s thinking through slave
training. The more he investigated and wrote about his findings, as
instructed by Master Jeb, he found little or no fault with the
training. He began to learn as much of the Master’s ways as he
would teach him. Master Jeb was thrilled at Chief’s interest and
intelligence. He soaked up ideas and concepts like a sponge and
interrelated them with his own background as a native American.
Many of the
ideas and philosophies had parallels in his society. He began to
keep copious notes in both languages; his native language and English.
It was almost like he was becoming an apprentice training Master and
going through slave training with me. Master Jeb confirmed his
and my opinions that there were, indeed, corollaries. Conversation
around the dinner table was lively and everyone was in a good mood. The
Dungeon Master was beginning to bloom in his position and even Master
Earl confided in Chief and I, Big Jim had taken on a totally new
appeal. It became obvious my Master began to develop an
admiration toward our family’s new Dungeon Master and made no attempt
to hide it.
“Has anyone been
in contact with the Tucson contingent of our family?” asked the Dungeon
Master.
“I spoke with
Dan Yates, Cowboy and Griz night before last and invited them for our
slave's final weekend of bondage and ceremony. They accepted and
said they would bring Boots and Sonny. Big Gunn called last night
and talked to me for about a half hour. He said he and his slave,
Ben Jr., would be here, too.”
“Excuse me,
Master Earl, would ‘Cowboy’ by any chance be Billy Gunn Jr.?” asked
Chief.
“Why, yes, Son,—
do you know him?”
“Know him?
I knew him and his real dad, Bud Cummings, when they made their winning
tour of the rodeo circuit before I went to Nam. Cowboy was the
first man I ever had sex with and we spent a week in a hayloft together
on the Anderson’s ranch north of Prescott. His dad, or uncle at
the time, was a fine and understanding man. Billy explained to me he
was trying to learn to become a slave to his beloved uncle but he
didn’t know everything yet. I found it interesting and exciting
but I was so new to man sex Billy became a God to me and I fell very
much in love with him. He had no hang ups about any sex and
encouraged me to feel the same. He would do anything for me or to
me I wanted to try. I wish every young man could have a Cowboy
for their first time.
I joined the
Navy and was in boot camp when he and his Uncle Bud won the
nationals. Later his dad or uncle came to me in a dream in Nam
and told me he died that night and was really Cowboy’s biological
father. He told me Cowboy and his buddies would be ambushed the next
day and Billy would die if I didn’t find him on the battlefield as
quickly as possible.
The other
corpsman thought I was nuts when I jumped off the hewey and ran through
the corpses calling his name as loud as I could. They just shook their
head, but they started calling his name, too, and one saw him raise his
boot and hollered to me. It was the cowboy. My heart was
crushed. His buddies were all dead on top of him. They
threw themselves on top of him to protect him. We checked them
out for any life signs as we gently removed them, but they were gone.
Billy was hanging on to life by a thread. I hugged him to me and swore
I would get him back safely. He opened his eyes and managed to
get out my name and then he passed out. He didn’t come to for
three days, and I was by his bedside when he did. I had to tell
him his buddies were all dead.”
Chief stopped
for a minute and started weeping. I had my arm around him and saw my
Master, Master Jeb, and my big lovable ox had tears in their eyes as
well. My Master put his hand on Chief’s shoulder and consoled
him. Chief continued,
“I’ve tried for
years to contact Cowboy, but I heard he bought a bike and became a
slave to an outlaw biker. I never had his home address or phone
number. I was really trying to find him when I ran into
Beau. It never occurred to me he might be a member of our family.
Is he well? Is he happy?” All three Master’s filled Chief in on
Cowboy’s life and loss of his first Master.
"His new Master,
Dan Yates, is the father of his lover and buddy in Nam, Buck Yates, the
man you pulled off of him. Gris is both their slave. He is
a phenomen. He was left to them in a will by the brother of
Cowboy’s first Master. Cowboy is very well and happier than any of us
have ever known him to be. His dad who raised him, Big Gunn,
lives with his slave Ben Stafford Jr., on a ranch adjoining Dan Yates’
spread. He'll really be glad to hear from you again. Cowboy
has spoken many times of his Indian brother who saved his life but we
never put the two together.” related Master Earl.
“Son, hand me
the telephone.” Master Jeb spoke to me. I got the kitchen phone
and handed it to my Master. He dialed a number.
“Dan,— Jeb
Henshaw here. How is everyone at the ranch?”
“Fine.
We're all just fine,” Master Jeb continued, “— and the ladies,— how are
they handling the heat. Fine, glad to hear it. Dan,— the
reason I called,— we have a new family member we just discovered is an
old friend of your cowboy slave;— saved his life in Nam. Is the
Cowboy around. Sure, I’ll hold on.” Master Jeb handed
Chief the phone.
“Jim, is that
you?” Cowboy asked anxiously. Chief broke down and couldn’t speak
for a minute.
“It’s all right,
sweet baby, your cowboy’s here. Take your time. It’s so
damn good to hear from you, Jim.”
“I’m sorry,
Billy, I only learned a minute ago from our family you're the man I’ve
been looking for all these years. It’s a bit overwhelming to me.”
“Are you a
member of our family now, Chief? How wonderful.”
“I’m trying to
be. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you when I see you. I understand your
coming for Master Jeb, Master Jim and Master Earl’s slave’s final
bondage weekend and ceremony.”
“Yes, my Master
has all ready accepted Master Earl’s invitation and we should be there
Friday afternoon to do what we can to help and wish him well. My
dad is coming and he will be thrilled to meet you and make you another
one of his sons. He sort of collects them. You’ll get to meet my
big brother Griz, but you won’t be prepared for how big a brother he
is. He’s bigger than the old man in the desert I love, Big Beryl.
You’ll love Griz and my other two brothers who both are named Billy
Gunn, same’s me. God,— do we have a lot of catching up to do?”
“I won’t think
of anything else until I see you again, my love. You know I’ve
always loved you.”
“I will always
love you, my savior, and I can’t wait to see you again either.”
They talked for
a while longer and then said their goodbyes. Chief hung up the
phone and had a big smile on his face even though his eyes were still
filled with tears.
“Thanks you,
Master Jeb. Thank you all for that. A big part of my life
has been healed. You men have managed in a short period of time
to bring a great deal of joy, hope and healing to my spirit. How
can I ever repay you.”
“Seems to me
like your all ready have, little brother.” Big Jim put his huge hand on
Chief’s shoulder. If it weren’t for you we wouldn’t have Beau or
Cowboy. I’d say whatever we do or have done for you is jump
change.” Master Jeb and Master Earl agreed.
* * * * * * *
The Tucson
contingent did, indeed, come and were there for my final bondage
journey. I was impressed by all of them. They were all
fine, good looking men and the one they called Griz was aptly named.
However, he had to be a bit bigger than a full grown Grizzly male. He
was enormous. He made my giant look like a normal sized man. When
he held me he vibrated some tone or sonic sound deep within himself
that soothed and healed my spirit. He and Chief became good friends
right away, and I became friends with Sonny and his Master Boots.
Big Gunn was so taken with how much Cowboy and I looked alike he deemed
me one of his sons immediately. Because Chief was Cowboy’s savior
he was also immediately inducted as a member of the greater Gunn family.
Ceremonies
To destroy is
always the first step in any creation~ e e cummings
The last
afternoon of my bondage was hard. It was only Saturday afternoon, but I
was having a rough time I hadn’t expected. I was to be released early
that evening but by late afternoon I could see I wasn’t going to make
it. I was going through some things about Nam I never told
anybody. Perhaps, Cowboy, Chief, Blaine and Breed precipitated
these thoughts that brought back unhealthy memories. Memories of
the unorthodox things I did during periods of time while patching up
bodies. I felt guilt that maybe I didn’t do the right thing. Some guy
would be near death and I knew I couldn’t help him long enough to get
him back. I would shoot him up with morphine to ease his passing.
I’d couldn’t
stay around long enough to know whether I did the right thing. We had
to account for every drop of morphine or demerol we used. I would give
a couple of guys a little less to have some for the worst cases.
My heart couldn't let them die in pain, alone. I stayed with many until
they died in my arms and breathed their last. I’m not overly religious
but I would always ask God to receive them into his light.
Afterwards I cried for them night after night. Now, I was
grieving for them all over again. I could see each one's face as
I held them and watched their souls leave their bodies,— one by one.
This was ridiculous. This wasn't reparative therapy. My mind was
caught in an endless loop; a terminal fugue. This was
exceptionally painful. I knew I couldn't handle much more. I was
in great emotional distress and several more hours in bondage was not
going to heal this conundrum no matter how bravely I confronted
it. I pressed both buttons. I heard the Dungeon Master on the ear
phones.
“You’re in
distress?” Green light.
“Can you go
on?” Red light. Flash! Flash! Flash!
Master Jim
realized how wet it was on the deck underneath my head where I had been
crying for hours. He wheeled the Gurney under me and once again I was
released onto the leather futon with my family. This time I looked at
Chief, Blaine and Cowboy with the horror still coming from my soul.
They knew immediately and lunged for me. They held me and I cried in
their arms. Master Jim gently ask the others to withdraw. They
were concerned but complied. They didn’t go far. Blaine, Chief and
Cowboy must have held me for over and hour. I couldn’t cry anymore, I
was just heaving and shaking uncontrollably. Master Earl came to
me and Chief, Blaine and Cowboy let go. They were
emotionally exhausted. My Master grabbed me and spoke
kindly but firmly. “Listen to me!
Listen to my voice, you’re all right, Son! That's enough! Now,
stop that! Cut that out,— that’s an order!” I calmed down
and stopped.
“I’m sorry,
Master.”
“Shhhhhhuu...”
He calmed me. “I’ll never let you be hurt again. I made that
promise to Wes and I make the same promise to you. Trust your Master,
Son. Shhhhhhh....” His strong, no-nonsense, voice of authority
had a way of calming me when I was out of it. In his arms, I was okay.
The world was okay. His love was all encompassing, it surrounded me, it
filled me and protected my soul,— my very being. Then our family
gathered around us once more and there wasn't a dry eye among
them. I felt the empathy from each and the love they showered on
me was remarkable. Big Beryl held me so tight and cried in my
arms until I had to calm him. Master Bert was a love. He hugged and
kissed me.
“There’s no need
for apologies. Not to your family. We love you
unconditionally.” Master Bert stated. Master Jeb was in tears and
apologized for not catching that I was in distress sooner. He
said I’d had enough bondage. I passed. My giant was the last to
hug me. He didn’t cry. He felt he needed to be strong, and he was
right. I laid my head on his bare chest, grabbed his hand, pulled it to
my face, and kissed the back of it. He put his big arms around my
head and pulled me to his chest. He kissed me on top of the head.
“I love you,
Beaver.”
I finally
arrived on the shores of tomorrow. A little less than I was, but
in some ways,— important ways, a lot more than I was before.
* * * * * * *
It was good I
was released early. The clan began to gather for the ceremony in the
auditorium. Master Jeb and Jim went over and over the ceremony
with me. I was not told of Oscar’s request I stand with him for his
ceremony.
The Dungeon
Master ordered me to the showers and asked Chief and Blaine to get me
ready for the ceremony. We were in a better mood and I had a
little to eat. I was feeling better. I told them they didn’t have
to shower with me. They insisted. They showered, too. They both took a
cloth and scrubbed me within an inch of my life. I was to remain
in the Dungeon until the ceremony started. I remained in the shower to
purge myself. I came out, toweled myself, and then stood looking
at my image in the floor length mirror.
'My God, where
did Beau go?' I thought. The man looking back at me was a
remarkably handsome man. It couldn’t be me? There was no one else
in the room so it must be me. Chief walked up behind me and caught me
admiring myself.
“You’ve worked
hard, little brother, and it shows. You are one hot piece of
property. Look at my old dick. It can’t wait for my weekend with
you. I think we can help each other. I want to be alone with you
for a while. I’m look forward to it.”
“So am I,
Chief. I was stunned when I found out you spent that much money
for a weekend with me.”
“It’ll be worth
it,— for both of us.”
The Dungeon
Master came into the holding cell and spoke quietly to Chief telling
him what to wear for the ceremony. All of Chief’s leathers were in one
of the holding cells under lock and key. He had the key. He went off to
get dressed.
Master Jim
brought me a large, thick heavy dog collar, and placed it around my
neck. He carefully snapped a small lock in the back to secure
it. He snapped a leash onto the front ‘D’ ring. He all
ready removed my plug. It was not to be in the ceremony. He held a long
white robe he had me try on. It fit pretty well. It was
floor length and had a hood. He pulled the hood up over my head
and secured the front of the robe. Billy and Oscar walked in
dressed in the same white robes. I asked them to
stand with me in my ceremony. We sat and talked for a while as the
Dungeon Master left to check on the progress of the assembled. He
returned and his face lost its color. He was as pale as if he’d
seen a ghost. He sat down with us and spoke with awe in his voice.
“The entire,
Goddamn, family is here! There must be close to three hundred people in
that auditorium. We told the caterer to plan for a hundred and
fifty to two hundred. I hope we have enough.”
Billy and Oscar
assured him there would be. Many people won’t eat. A lot
will just pick.
“I hope you’re
right. It’s my responsibility as Dungeon Master to see to
it. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”
“It’ll be all
right, Master, trust me.” He looked at me funny and smiled.
“I feel better.
Thanks, Beaver, your Dungeon Master thanks you.” He hugged
me and kissed me.
“Come,
Son, it’s time for you to become a slave.” he hugged me
again. Oscar and Billy were practically in tears as they hugged
and kissed me. Oscar spoke for both.
“I requested you
to stand with me for our ceremony after yours. Will you honor us by
standing with Billy for me."
“I’d be thrilled
and honored Oscar. I love you both.” Master Jim took my
leash and lead me up and out of the dungeon with Billy and Oscar
following. We got to the door of the auditorium and I could see
there were not enough chairs for everyone. Some were
standing. Everyone had a candle and they were lit. The
three of us were given candles with small catch holders of
aluminum. They were lit for us. We entered with the Dungeon
Master leading me on my leash. Master Jim walked slowly and I
walked behind him. Oscar and Billy were to the side and behind me. I
could see the Masters in black robes on the right and the slaves were
in white robes on the left. Everyone had on robes. Everyone had
candles in small holders. There were candles on the stage and in
the sconces on the wall and overhead.
The Dungeon
Master led me to the stage, up the stairs to the middle of the
stage. I didn’t look out into the audience. I was told to
not look up until I was instructed to. Billy and Oscar came to me. They
undid my robe and Billy put the hood back. They moved behind me and
removed my robe. The audience gasp and whispers ran through the
assembled. I thought something might be wrong. Then several began to
clap and they all started clapping. I didn’t look up. I saw
Master Jeb stand and raise his hand for silence.
“Masters,
slaves, friends and family we are gathered here to witness this man
give up his former life for the life of consensual slavery. In
our world he will no longer be a free man. He will become a slave. He
will belong to me and our new Dungeon Master. At this time I will
turn this ceremony over to our new Dungeon Master, Master Jim. I
will join you as a spectator. “Dungeon Master...”
“Thank you,
Master Jeb. Our slave has chosen twelve Masters to assist in the
ceremony. Will the following Masters come forward: Master Beryl,
Master Sam, Master Earl D., Master Dirk, Master
Bert, Master Zack, Master Wolf, Master Yates,
Master Boone, Master Redfeather, Master Bull, and Master
Gunn.” The twelve Masters came forward and stood at the base of the
stage.
“Is there
someone here who will give this man unto slavery?”
'What’s this,' I
thought, 'they didn’t say anything about someone giving me into
slavery?'
“Aye! I will
claim this man, my son, to give into slavery.” I knew that
voice. It was Jake. He had the balls to come to this and
give me into slavery. I knew there was some reason I loved that man.
“Will you come
forward, Sir?” I couldn’t see because I couldn’t look up. Jake
walked up the aisle and took the Dungeon Master’s hand. Would you go up
and take a place behind your son, Sir?”
“Happy to,
Dungeon Master.” Jake bounded up the stairs. He took his
hand and raised my head to look him in the eyes. There were tears
running down my cheeks.
“I told you I
would give you into slavery.” He threw his arms around me and hugged me.
“I love you,
Dad, you’re a special man. Thanks.”
“God, Son, you
know I’d do anything for you. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”
Billy and Oscar showed him where to stand. Billy took our candles,
snuffed them and placed them on a table. Then from the bottom of the
stage the Dungeon Master said to me in a loud booming voice,
“Petitioner
slave, do you wish to become a slave before this assembly?”
“I do so wish,
Sir.”
“Have you been
forced, coerced, intimidated or threatened to request this petition?”
“No, Sir, I have
not.”
“Do you realize
the ramifications of your actions?”
“Yes, Sir, I do
Sir.”
“Does the
assembled Masters and family wish to grant this slaves request?”
“Aye!”
From nearly three hundred people. There was a large cowhide
laid out on the stage in front of me.
“The petitioner
slave will be prepared for the ceremony.”
Billy and Oscar
had me lay prone on a leather cowhide with my arms out to form a
cross. They unrolled another cowhide to cover my body They
tucked it in and around my arms and sides of my torso and legs.
It felt wonderful, like a second skin. I was alone within, but I
could hear everything clearly.
“Those who have
been asked to speak of behalf of this slave please come forward.”
I could hear
movement. I wasn’t told about this. I had no idea about this part
of the ceremony. “The first to speak will be Master Jim
Redfeather. Master Redfeather...”
“Beau and I were
in Vietnam together; not really together but at the same time. We
were in separate units but knew of each other. When I got to Nam,
he was all ready a legend. He had more Purple Hearts than any
other field corpsman in the war. Rumor was, he threw away the last
four. I was determined to beat him and become as well
known. I never knew his real name. You get nicknames in the
service and that’s all anybody knows you by. I was ‘Chief,’ for obvious
reasons,” Everyone laughed, “And he was known as ‘Ber’Rabbit.’
We’d waved to
each other from the ‘Heweys’ when we saw each other in the field. One
day I came upon a medic who was shot up and bleeding pretty bad.
It was Beau. We always took care of our own. I patched him up and
stayed with him until the last e-vac ‘Hewey’ came for us. He was sent
home. I went to see him off at the airport but his plane was taxying
down the runway when I arrived. I could only wave to him. He saw me and
waved back. I never saw him again until a month ago when I applied for
a job and he was the hiring interviewer.
We didn’t know
until after I was hired where we had known each other. I beat him with
the hearts by one but the son of a bitch blew me out of the water with
a fucking Bronze Star for heroism.” The audience chuckled,
gasped, and lightly applauded. “Since that time we have grown close as
friends. No,— that’s not quite true,— I've come to love Beau
James. He’s my brother. I’m proud to know him and call him my
friend. I recommend him to this assembly.” The audience
gave Chief a standing ovation.
“The next to
speak will be Master Beryl’s slave, Blaine.”
“Like Chief, I ,
too, was with Beau in Nam. My platoon was ambushed. Most
were killed but eight of us were captured by the VC and placed in a
holding area to be sent North later. We were placed in bamboo
cages about three feet square. Beau got separated from his outfit after
being ambushed while he was trying to evacuate casualties. He ran
into the jungle, wandered around for a couple of days, and found a dry
cave to rest in. That night he left the cave and saw firelight. He went
to see if it was friendly. He slowly peaked over a small ridge and saw
us crammed into cages. Slowly and quietly he cut seven of us out of the
cages and led us to the cave where we were, at least, temporarily safe.
The eighth man was all ready dead in his cage. Beau could do
nothing for him. I was wounded but he managed to carry me back to
the cave. That night everyone was in shock. Everyone was fighting
and bickering about what to do.
Beau was having
none of it. He knew what to do. He simply took charge. He reminded each
man he saved their butts, and they owed him their Goddamn lives.
They would do as he damn well told them. Beau went out and got us
food. After resting there a couple of days and nights, we knew we
had to try to get back. Beau became hated by the men except me
and one little guy who fell very much in love with him. The men were
also scared to death of him. I was ranking officer, but I was
lame. I turned command over to Beau, a non-com corpsman who never
shot a gun before. Sounds like a dumb thing to do, huh?”
The audience laughed,
“Believe me when
I tell you, it was the smartest damn move of my life! Well,—
let’s say it was the first smartest move! The other smartest move
of my life was becoming a slave to my Master, of course.” More
laughter. "Beau took charge and he was going to get us all back or beat
the shit out of any guy who said differently. He could’ve done
it, too. To this day, I believe he would have if any man gave him
any shit. They didn’t. They were too damn afraid of him.
The first night
in the cave, one little guy was so frightened he clung to Beau like a
child afraid to leave his parent on the first day of school. Beau
never scolded him or rebuked him, but tried to give him as much
comfort as possible. He held him, petted him, and promised him he would
get him back safely. He only asked the kid to trust him and
believe in him. Beau was showering the small man with his
attention and affection.
He held him and
would gently kiss him behind his ear or on his neck to calm him.
The kid found Beau’s mouth and gave him a real kiss and didn’t hold
back. Neither did Beau. One thing led to another and the
next thing I knew Beau ordered the kid to get his clothes off and told
him, ‘What chu’ need, little brother, is a good ole, down home, cowboy,
ass fucking,— straighten ya’ right out, Son! And, I’m just the man what
can give it to ya’! Get chur’ damn clothes off! Now!’
The kid
couldn’t get his fatigues off fast enough, and almost ripped Beau’s off
of him. That night, in front of six other G.I.’s, Beau made the
sweetest love to this small man and fucked the hoe-lee snot out of
him.”
The audience
laughed. Blaine continued,
“No one said a
word! It was the only thing that made any sense to any of us at
the moment. We were all scared out of our wits. Two men making
love in the midst of horror seemed not only right, it was exactly what
we needed to witness. Their passion had a great calming effect on
every man there. Gay or straight, each man envied that little man
under Beau.
It was because
of the memory and the intensity of passion I witnessed in that cave
that night I ultimately found the courage to become a slave to my
Master. I needed to find that passion for myself; however, I was
looking in all the wrong places. I fancied myself a straight man
when my Master found me and made me his slave. He told me he
would give me the love I needed. He was the only person in my
life who ever demanded a commitment of me. He brought to me the
intensely passion love I was unwittingly looking for. I have
never regretted a moment of being his slave.
My leg and ankle
was so badly shot up the other guys wanted to leave me behind. Beau
would hear none of it! He personally carried me for miles on his
back. I would beg him to leave me behind. I told him I just
couldn’t go on. He wasn’t about to hear any of it from me,
either. He carried, dragged, badgered, or threatened the others
to help him get me back. He got my ass back safely through damn
near forty-two miles of enemy territory.
Beau learned to
speak fluent Vietnamese. Because he cared enough to learn their
language helped us tremendously getting cooperation from villagers to
hide us and give us food. Needless to say, we made it back, and I put
him in for the Bronze Star. I owe my life and happiness with my
Master to this slave. To me he will always be my savior, my hero, my
inspiration, and my brother. I recommend him highly to this
assembly.” There was thunderous applause for Blaine. They
gave him a standing ovation.
“The next
speaker will be Master Earl D. Shaw, Master Shaw...”
“I have know
this slave for a short period of time but we have grown close.”
Everyone chuckled at his understatement. “The first weekend he spent
with me a picture dropped from his wallet of his little buddy and lover
in Vietnam. He was the small man Beau made love to and fucked in
the cave Blaine described for you. The picture was not only of Beau’s
little lover in Vietnam it was of my last slave, Wes, who died several
years ago in a plane crash.” There were mummers and ‘awwwws’ that
ran through the crowd.
“Remarkable
coincidence? Several people don’t think so. Years later Wes would
tell me that story and then say, ‘You know what, Master? It did
straighten me right out. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I knew if
Beau wasn’t afraid to show me love in front of all those guys, he
wasn’t afraid of anything. I knew he would get us back. I trusted him.’
If it were not
for the slave on this stage before you I wouldn't have known the love
of a wonderful human being and a good slave. I highly recommend him to
this assembly.” More applause.
“The next person
to speak for him will be slave Billy” The audience applauded for Billy.
“Thank you all.
The first time I met Beau he told me I looked exactly like his boyhood
jack-off fantasy man, Clancey McGee.” The audience went nuts
laughing. “When I told him I was Clancey McGee, it didn’t lessen his
attraction to me a bit. He told me he’d carried my picture in his
wallet for almost seven years in Vietnam. I thought he was kidding. He
went and got his wallet and carefully unfolded this ragged picture of
me from a muscle magazine from the early sixties. He wasn’t
lying. I highly recommend this slave.” A standing ovation
for Billy.
“The next
speaker will be Master Zack. Master Zack...”
“This man
touches everyone he meets. My young slave and I were attending an
afternoon get together at Big Beryl and Blaine’s place in the
desert. Master Beryl introduced Beau to the family and all the
proper rituals were done but Beau went out of his way to make my slave
feel important,— special and admired. As most of you know, I had
to have my slave’s penis removed; not because I wanted him that
way, but because he suffered massive physical abuse as a child in
various foster homes and developed cancer in that portion of his body.
The doctors gave us no options. It was malignant and was
spreading rapidly.
I told him I
didn’t want to do it, but if he wanted to live, we had to give them
permission. I assured him I would never love him less, but after
the operation he spiraled into a vortex of depression no pills or
therapy could touch. Not even my love for him seemed to matter. That
evening after meeting Beau something in him snapped,— he was himself
again and has been gaining self-confidence every day since. I ask him
what Beau said to him, but he respectfully declined to tell me. I
ask Beau what he told him and he said, unless I could get his Master to
order him to tell me, it would remain a confidence between him and my
slave. A wise man knows when to back off,— ” Zack smiled.
The audience laughed. “Before he left for the evening,— in front of all
those people,— Beau singled out my slave to say goodbye to.
He graciously
asked my permission and did so with perfect slave manners.”
Master Zack was crying at this point. “Again, he shared something with
my slave, told him to love and be good to his Master. He has been
a very good slave-boy ever since. I have told you this story with my
slaves blessing. No,— that’s not quite true,— I have told you
this story with my slaves insistence.” Zack paused for a minute
and smiled at Button. “There’s no way I can repay this man for such a
small act of kindness that has brought joy back into my life. Do
I recommend this man? You bet your ass I do!” Thunderous
applause as Button ran to his Master, hugged, and kissed him.
“I will speak
last for this slave.” spoke Master Jim.
“What could I
add to what you’ve all ready heard except to tell you this young man,
indeed, touches the lives of everyone he meets. It’s not
customary, but I want to read to you a brief portion of his slave
journal. These are usually kept private and are never seen by anyone
but the Dungeon Masters. I'm making a exception to that rule
tonight, and I think you will see why. This young man has come a
long way from the brash, cocky, young man who came into Master Jeb and
my lives a couple of months ago.” he began to read:
‘I came to a
crossroad in my life. There didn’t seem to be a road I dare try.
I was ready to end my life at the crossroads. Life made no
sense. Is it only getting through it, day by day, until we
die? Why go through the anguish, the heartache? Why go
through any more pain? Why not end it now,— avoid the rush? Those
were the thoughts that ran through my mind. I didn’t have any
direction or purpose to my life. I was living in my own self
created Hell. A poem by W. H. Auden haunted me:
When the bells
jostle in the tower, The midnight
hour amid, Then on my
tongue the taste is sour, Of all I ever
did.
I’ve learned the
hopelessness of life seems worse when I’m without someone to serve,—
someone to love. Serving and loving are almost synonymous to
me. Without someone to serve I can not love. Two men cared enough
to offer me options. Options that were so radical and
frightening my instincts told me to run away; yet, I was
fascinated by the passion and intensity of their message. They helped
me choose a road. The road to become a slave. Then by accident, I met a
third Master who has taught me we should never shy away from the
possibility of new love. I fell in love with him. It is my greatest
wish I may serve him as his total slave someday.
And, what of
Masters and slaves? The slave serves and loves his Master. Yet in all
the relationships I’ve witnessed Masters love their slaves, provide for
them, take care of them, and see to their needs. Which is the greater
service? Who's the Master? Who's the slave? Does not the
acceptance of responsibility of any living creature make you a slave to
it? Is love by any other definition still love? I don’t
have the answer to those questions. It doesn’t seem important any
more. I have found a road I must travel for better or worse. When
provided with new avenues, a person can imagine the wonders of new
worlds. I look down that new road and see a life I hope to live.
A life of serving, loving, and belonging to a good Master. I can see
love down that road. If for no other reason, that would be enough to
make me chose it. For without love, there would've been no options at
that crossroad. Without viable choices, I probably would be
dead.
I was visited by
being of light. He called himself a ‘Child of God.’ He told me we
are here to love one another. The only important thing to God is we
learn to give and receive love while we’re here. Therefore, because of
the unconditional love that has been shown to me thus far, I make this
decision to become a slave because I choose to love. I choose to live.
~ Beau James 1972'
“I also
recommend this slave to this assembly.” Finished Big Jim to thunderous
applause.
“We will now
continue with the ceremony. Will the twelve Masters please step
across our slave petitioner.” Each of the men stepped across my
body. Together they read these words. “We have taken your former life
away from you and hold it with us in trust.” Master Jim stepped to the
table in front of the stage and spoke.
“Masters have
you taken this slaves former life from him and do you hold it in trust?”
“We have,
Dungeon Master.”
“It is done
then. I ring the bell.” He rang a small bell.
“Close the book
on his old life.” He closed the bible on the table.
“Dowse the
candle.” He blew out the candle and everyone blew theirs out at the
same time. “This slave petitioner is dead to his former
life.” The table was moved to the right side of the stage.
“I will asked
the assembled Masters to cross back over our slave petitioners body one
by one.” The men did and gathered on the right side of the stage
and spoke these words. “We now grant your petition. From this day
forth you will live your life in servitude to a Master or this family.”
“Do you
recognize this man as a slave, Masters?”
“We do, Dungeon
Master!”
“It is
done.” He turned to the table again.
“I light the
candle. I open the Book to his new life and I ring the bell. Arise
slave and stand before your Masters.” I got up with Billy and Oscar
helping me and stood with my head bowed.
“Lift your head
slave and be proud to see your Masters.” I did and every one started
applauding. Billy handed me my unlit candle. Master Jim
walked over with the candle he lit and lit mine. I lit Billy’s
and Oscar’s. They lit the twelve Master’s on the stage.
They went out into the audience and lit theirs until all candles were
lit. Then they returned to the stage. This was to symbolize
the importance of family unity.
“Kneel before
your chosen Masters, slave.” I gave my candle to Oscar and moved
in front of the twelve men on the stage and knelt.
“You will show
each your love, homage, and appreciation, for granting your petition
and acknowledging that you are now a slave.” I was to kiss each one’s
boots and then beneath their robes they had their dick and balls
exposed so I might kiss them in homage. The last in line was my dad
Jake. He didn’t have a robe but an old pair of his
coveralls. Didn’t matter, he looked hot. He had them unzipped and
ready for me. I grabbed him around the waist and held my face to his
crotch. I kissed and licked each of his big heavy boots, found his cock
and balls waiting for me and showed them a little extra love. He
was pleased and happy for me. When I finished I was instructed to
stand. I walked to the middle of the stage and Master Jim spoke
as the Dungeon Master.
“Gentlemen,
slaves, friends and family I present to you our new slave.” I got a
standing ovation. First one in my life. Probably the last, too.
“After our next ceremony our slave will be happy to receive and pay
homage to any Master in the house tonight. The ceremony is ended.”
With that the
Masters on the stage rushed to hug me and kiss me. Master Jim
asked for everyone to postpone congratulations to all until after the
next ceremony. Billy grabbed me by the arm and he, Oscar and I
walked out the side door. Everyone remain seated. Master Bert met
us at the entrance. There was Master Earl and Master Beryl waiting for
us. The two Masters walked first followed by Master Bert who led Oscar
by a leash, followed by Billy and I. The slaves were in the
buff. We got to the front and we stood behind Oscar. The two
Masters stood behind Master Bert. The Dungeon Master conducted
the brief ceremony.
“To all who have
gathered here we have a Master, Master Bert, who has made a claim for
our family slave, Oscar. Oscar has acknowledged his claim and
comes before us to ask our permission and request our blessing to
transfer ownership from our family to Master Bert. How do you all say?”
“Aye!”
“Are there any
Nays?” Silence. “Oscar, your family has found it meet and right
to give you unto Master Bert to be his property. Make your family
proud, serve your new Master well.” With a kiss the ceremony was
over. Billy was a mess. I had to hold him as he cried then
he held me while I cried, then we both held Oscar as he cried.
Then the
confusion of the evening began. I was taken by Master Jim to the side
of the stage where I was told to kneel for any and all Masters to pay
homage to them. I must have kissed a hundred pairs of boots,
dicks and balls. It was one of the best experiences of my life.
Everyone partied until late in the night. I got a little drunk
and was clinging to Master Earl. Master Jim saw me and spoke to Earl.
“He needs to be
put to bed. Would you like to stay over. We have the end
bedroom upstairs open if you want to take him up there.” Master
Earl thanked him, I said goodnight to all who were left, and we went
upstairs. The bed was all ready made. I helped my Master off with
his boots and leathers. I was so glad to be alone with him.
“Master I don’t
know if I can make it through another two months.”
“Listen to
you. LOOK at chu,'— you look great. Master Jim is working
you hard. You look better than you have in your life. The
worst part’s over,— you’re now a slave. Be happy with me tonight,
slave. I'm happy for you.” He was right as usual.
“You’re right,
Master, it’s just I miss you so damn much.”
“I know you do,
I miss to, too, but visitation starts next weekend and I’ll get to see
you then. Hang in there, Tiger, you’re almost home.” He made love
to his slave. Rarely did my Master ever make gentle, tender,
sweet love to me, but he did that night. He knew I had been on an
emotional roller coaster and needed some down home lovin.’ He
provided just what I needed. I drifted off to sleep in the arms
of the man I committed myself to. There were no doubts in my mind, I
did the right thing.
Part III ~ All
In The Family
Do not caress
the lonely Manticore Do not unless
your hand is gloved Feeling alone,
feeling betrayed He often bites
the hand he really meant to kiss Under his pillow
he keeps Solomon’s Seal And late at
night he battles with the Sphinx G. C. Menotti
There were a
number of people for breakfast the next morning. Oscar was in the
kitchen with Billy cooking. I joined them to help. Master
Jim came down with Chief to have coffee. They spent the night
together in Big Jim’s room. I hoped something happened, but I
wasn’t about to ask either one. I knew neither one could keep it from
me for long; especially, if I paid no attention to them at all. My lack
of interest, I knew, would drive Master Jim nuts. Which is exactly what
I did. I handed them each a cup of coffee and winked at Chief. He
blushed. Dirk and Allen went home for the night but returned with sweet
rolls and doughnuts. Master Sam and Yoshie returned and were there for
brunch. Master Zack and Button stayed over and were coming
downstairs. Button ran to me, we hugged and kissed. I put
him to work with the rest of us. Being around Billy and Oscar was a big
boost to Button. He fell in love with them and they were generous
with their time. Button confided in me he wished he was smooth like
Billy and Oscar. I told him to ask his Master to consider it.
“I’m afraid to,
Beau.”
“He loves you
Button. He would at least listen. If you asked him to consider
your request. They don’t have to remove them. They can sew
them up inside you, remove the sack, and make you smooth like Billy and
Oscar.”
“Really?
No one told me that! Okay, Beau, I will. I trust you, and
— I love you, Beau.”
“I know you do,
little brother and I will always love you.”
Oscar was
getting everything ready. Beryl and Blaine came up from the
dungeon. They looked like they fucked half the night. Sam’s
nickname for Big Beryl of horny old goat, seemed to fit. Beryl
was certainly a lovable and good looking horny old goat. I was happy
for him and Blaine they were finding renewed vigor in their
relationship. Blaine washed his hands and started helping with
breakfast. General Oscar could use all the help he could get. I
again congratulated him, he smiled, blushed and thanked me for standing
with him. Billy was better this morning, but had his hands all over me.
He told me how great he thought I was looking and was looking forward
to my weekend with Master Bert.
I was in a
mellow mood because my Master could be with me a while longer, and I
could rest up for Monday. We finally got breakfast ready and served.
Everyone went out under the tree to the big table. Master Beryl
stood.
“To our new
slave, our new Master and his slave,— welcome, to our family. As the
old saying goes: We haven’t lost a good slave we've gained a good
Master. Last night we gained a wonderful new slave and a wonderful new
Master. We are the richer for them.”
“Here! Here!”
Glasses clinking all around. Master Earl was sitting next to me.
We were talking quietly.
“Do you know
anything about this ‘Master Bear,’ Beau?”
“No, Sir, I
don’t. I’ve overheard Master Jim speaking to Master Jeb about
him, but he doesn’t know him either.” Master Bert overheard us
and said he knew him well.
“He’s an
enormous bear of a man,— great body, well endowed, and wealthy.
He has several slaves but is looking for a special slave to be his
number one and be over the others. He’s a strict disciplinarian and
won’t tolerate any nonsense from his slaves; however, he’s also a
fair and loving man. I don’t know how he found out about Beau because
we didn’t tell him. I hadn’t seen him in several years until
recently. He was wearing a full sculpted leather hood that fit
over his head and he wouldn’t remove it.”
“Where does he
come from?” I asked.
“He has a
mansion in the desert near Twenty-Nine Palms. It’s a beautiful
place, private and secluded. He also goes by the name Captain
Fantastic. Have you heard that name?” None of us had, except
Billy and Oscar. Master Earl raised an eyebrow and looked at
Billy.
“How long
have you known him, Billy?”
“Ten, maybe
fifteen years. More like fifteen. He was a friend of
George’s. We use to socialize for a number of years. When
George died I didn’t hear from him until recently. He was a drop dead,
handsome man. A number of years ago he was in a fire. He rushed into
the fire to save one of his slaves, and as I understand it, his face
was badly burned. He wears a full leather hood in public
everywhere he goes because of the disfigurement. To compensate he’s
worked his body almost to perfection and is buffed out to the
max. He’s going through extensive reconstructive surgery but
doesn’t want anyone to see him until it’s done. The hood is
remarkable ‘cause it fits so well you just think your talking to a
black man.”
I looked at
Master Earl and he shrugged like, 'I don’t know what to think.' Didn’t
seem to be any mystery to him. Neither Master Earl or Master Jim
heard of the man. Master Sam joined us and heard bits of the
conversation. Yoshie was across from me and smiled.
“You guys
talking about the Captain?” Asked Yoshie.
“Yeah!” said
Master Earl.
“The guy they
call Captain Fantastic?” Asked Sam.
“Yeah.”
said Oscar, “Do you know him Master Sam?”
“Yeah! I
use to ride with him and some other guys. He wasn’t wealthy
then; although, he’s always had money and is generous to a
fault. Paid for an engine over hall for me in Mobile, Alabama one
time when I didn’t have enough to cover it. Told me to pay him when I
could. I repaid him plus interest about a year later. He’s
a good man. One of the finest. Heard he got disfigured in a fire
about three years ago. I introduced him to Yoshie about a year ago,—
wasn’t it, Yoshie?”
“Yes, Dad.
We were on the Pike’s Peak run and we kept seeing this big guy ride by
on a Harley and he’d wave. He had a leather hood on and you
didn’t recognize him.”
“When he stuck
out his hand and spoke to me, I knew from his voice who he was.
He must have been burned pretty bad to wear that hood everywhere.
It fits him perfectly. Whoever made it is a fine leather
craftsman. I’d love to have one like it. For display
purposes only, you understand?”
“Yeah, sure Dad,
they understand.” Yoshie said laughing. Everyone else
laughed.
“Why do they
call him, Captain Fantastic?” I asked innocently.
“Thank you,
God!” Sam said looking up to heaven, “I just knew you’d ask that
question. Now, give me your best guess.”
“Oh!” I said.
“It’s
unbelievable.” said Sam “There’s a rubber husband on the market that
was made from a plaster mold of his dick.”
“Yes, Dad
and,...” urged Yoshie.
“Well, we just
happen to have one,— for display purposes only of course.”
“Of course,
Master Sam,” I said drily, “we certainly understand.”
Everyone whooped and roared with laughter at Sam.
“Be honest,
Dad,...” Yoshie goaded him
“Well, we may
have played around with it a couple of times.”
“A couple of
times?” said Yoshie “Will you give me a quarter for every time
you’ve had that thing up my ass?” Everyone was falling out at
Yoshie. He was funny.
“Now, slave.”
Sam jokingly scolded Yoshie. “Damn, I can’t take him anywhere.”
Everyone continued to laugh.
“You gonna’
spent a weekend with him, Beau?” Yoshie asked.
“Rumor has it,
Yoshie.”
“ Remember our
secret pact, Beau.”
“I remember.”
“I’m the first
one you call when you get back.”
“Right,
Tiger.” Everyone was laughing. Master Earl wasn’t. I
wanted desperately to change the subject.
“Is your dad
still doing those exquisite acrylic sculptures, Yoshie?”
“Yes, he just
finished a chess set that’s being presented to the Mayor of Los Angeles
for his birthday next month.”
“Does he ever do
commissions for people?”
“What, you want
an acrylic dong toy for your Master to use on you?” Sam joked.
“Believe me,
Sam, he doesn’t need any more toys. Besides, the real thing is
more than okay with me. I need to show you something later, in my cell
in the dungeon, Yoshie?”
“Why don’t you
bring it out and show it to your family, Son. We’re finished with
brunch. I know everyone here would love and appreciate the
story.” urged Master Jim.
“Well, my Master
hasn’t seen it nor does he know about it. Is that an order, Dungeon
Master?”
“No, Son, we
discussed it, and you know my feelings. I don’t think you have a
damn thing to feel bad about. It’s a loving story. A bit bizarre but
it's funny, touching, and loving. Share it with your family, Son.
Let them be the judges.”
“You’re right,
Master Jim. I’ll get it. May I be excused for a moment,
Master Earl.”
“Of course,
slave, hurry back.” I left to get Josh Cochran’s cock.
“Gentlemen,"
spoke the Dungeon Master softly to the men at the table, "the
night he told me this story I couldn’t believe it, but it’s a true
story. You know how thoughtful he can be and how somethings rip
him a new asshole emotionally,— well this is one’s for the books.
You have to see it to believe it. I told him what he did was not
to be considered perverted but very loving. You be the judge,
here he comes.”
I handed my box
to my Master and he started to open it.
“Please,—
Master Earl, don’t open it yet. Let him tell his story.”
the Dungeon Master gently requested. I started to tell the story of
Josh Cochran and how I tried to get six surgeons to reattach his dick.
I told of my frustration when they all refused to even try. I was
crying at that point and had to stop.
“I heard this
story in Nam and dismissed it as a rumor. My God, Beau, that
really happened?” Chief asked.
“I knew Josh
Cochran, well. We went through OTS together and we were shipped
to Nam at the same time. Holy Shit, Beau!” said Blaine.
“The horrible
part was, I was so angry and pissed because of the arrogant
indifference of the doctors, I knew I had to do something for
him, my memory of his strength, his understanding and patient
acceptance of a living nightmare, all because of the innate human
programming to survive, to continue living. I didn’t want the
man’s cock to go without love one last time.
I pulled two
rubbers over it, tied them off with a string, KY’d my ass good,
shoved it in my butt as deep as I could get it. Then I went and
fucked the devil out of Wes. He told me he didn’t know what got into me
but it was the best fuck I ever gave him. I thought, ‘If you only
knew.’”
Everyone was
rolling on the ground laughing at me, but I didn’t mean it to be
funny. Then I began to see the humor myself and for the
first time I allowed myself to laugh.
“Well, the worst
part was I slept with it up my ass all night.” More laughter from my
family. “I was making one of those monkey pod coffee tables you pour
with acrylic and put shells and seahorses in. When you polish it
real good you can see through it. I made a little box that size
and encased Lt. Cochran’s dick in acrylic.” Everyone couldn’t
believe as Master Earl slowly opened the box and then held it up to the
light.
“Damn, Son,
what’s to be ashamed of in that story?” Big Beryl said coming
over to hug me. Sam stood up and hugged me.
“You never cease
to amaze me, you little shit. Now, I remember why we love
you.” Then laughed.
“Shit,” cursed
Blaine, “the man had a nice dick,— what a waste.”
“Beau’s exactly
right about what they told us to do in the field. It was stupid
military bullshit. All the corpsmen who worked with me ignored
most of their crap. We were there to save lives, if we could. It
happened quite often, some guy would get his dick and balls shot
off. I’d save the guy every time. I didn’t give a shit what
they told us. I wasn’t going to leave a man to bleed to death
when ten minutes of my time could save his life. They actually told us
to walk away and let them bleed to death. Their
explanation: they thought it was better for a man to die than
have to live with out a cock. Typical macho military bullshit
thinking. Look at Billy, Oscar, and our handsome little
Button. He’s gonna’ be fine. Did I do the wrong
thing? Did Beau?”
Everyone was
telling us we did the right thing.
“I never shoved
one up my ass but I'll admit I gave it serious thought a couple of
times. Sorry now, I didn’t. How’s that, bro?” He
grabbed me and hugged me. “We’re all right, Buddy,— we’re all right.
It’s the rest of the world that’s fucked.” Chief told me.
Yoshie held it,
looked at it and marveled. “It’s perfectly preserved. It’s remarkable.
I know what you want, you want me to ask my dad if he can sculpt it to
the exact shape leaving enough to still preserve it.”
“How’d you
know?” I asked him.
“‘Cause it’s
exactly what I’d do. It’s a wonderful idea. I can get
x-rays at school as a blue print with exact dimensions to work
from. I’m almost sure he would do it. He’s an excellent
craftsman. If he didn’t think he could do it he’ll tell me. We’re
pretty close especially since mom died and he’s come to love Sam.
He’d do anything for Sam. He know’s about us and is disappointed
he’s not gonna’ have grand kids from me, but Hell, he’s got six others
to give him all the grand kids he can handle. You think dad would do
it, Master?” he asked Sam.
“If you ask
him? Are you kidding? The sun rises and sets in his son,
‘the doctor.’”
“Yeah, it’s nice
to have his approval after all these years. Thanks to you, Dad.” Yoshie
said to his Master.
“Now, you’ve
pushed me to tell secrets, fair is fair, tell them your good news or I
will.” Sam gently chided his slave.
“Oh, Dad,— you
tell ‘em. After all, without you, it wouldn’t be happening at
all.”
“Our new slave
told us this would happen and it has. Yoshie will begin his
internship almost six month earlier than originally planned. The
Hospital has an emergent need for new interns and sent out calls to all
the universities to send them their brightest, top students and they
would screen them with oral exams. Yoshie passed. His
grades will still be the same and graduate with top honors,— which
you're all invited to, we’ll sent out invitations to all the family. He
starts as an intern tomorrow at Queen of Angeles in the E.R.”
Everyone went
nuts and was hugging Sam and Yoshie. Yoshie was embarrassed but pleased
his Master was so proud of him. We all were. Everyone was in awe
at the love that passed between Sam and Yoshie and how closely they
were bonded.
“May I take it
with me, Beau?”
“Sure, Yoshie, I
know you’ll be careful with it. I’d like to get it back to him someday,
if possible.”
“I’ll be very
careful, and dad will treat it like a holy relic.”
“Doctor Yoshiro
Tagame. How does that sound Yoshie.” asked Big Beryl as he
came up from behind and put his arms around Yoshie.
“It sounds
pretty damn good, Dad Beryl, but I’d much rather hear you call me,
Son.” He roared his big Bear laugh, kissed him behind his ear and
told Yoshie he would never get away from that.
Part IV ~ A
Master’s Love
when, with you,
I fell in love my heart no
longer mattered it was as if the
earth stood still and all its
minions scattered Canto 2~Slave’s
Song~W. D. Dux
I was now
officially a slave. I didn’t feel much different. I always
thought of myself as a slave; especially, within the context of this
family. They accepted the way I thought about myself and nothing
changed really. Something was different, and I knew it was so subtle I
was missing it. I began to have a wonderful afternoon with my Master
and the family. Everyone seemed to end up in Master Jeb and Master
Jim’s pool. I wasn’t drinking anything because tomorrow was a work
day. Was it ever. I told Sam I was looking forward to coming back
to work to get some rest. He laughed and told me he thought the
new Dungeon Master was doing one Hell of a job and he hoped he kept it
up. Sam said I was looking really good and wanted to see me look
a lot better by the time I was ready to be sold to his brother, Master
Earl.
It suddenly hit
me while laying in my Master’s arms on the deck by the pool. I’m
free. FREE! I had few personal possessions to fetter
me. I could go anywhere, do anything, love the man I choose to
love because I’m free. I didn’t have to work toward the goal of
becoming a slave. I was one. I was there. I arrived and I’m
free. If you ask, how could I be a slave and be free?
You haven’t been paying attention. Master Earl looked at me and smiled
knowingly.
“You’ve just had
a revelation. I can tell. I know that look. You want to tell your
Master about it?” I looked at him, at what a truly handsome man he was
and spoke softly so that only he might hear.
“I’m free,
Master.”
“That’s the way
your suppose to feel, Son.” he stated softly, “You’re an empty
canvas ready to receive a Master’s touch. Your next two months
won’t be nearly as rough as the first one. That was slave boot
camp, and it gets pretty rough. I watched what it did to you. You
should've seen what it did to me, Woah! You came through in
flying colors compared to me. Jeb was right. Only that
training could make me know the soul of my slave. I’m not ashamed
I went through it. I know now, why I did. I did it for you.”
“I’m not ashamed
of you admitting it either, Master. If anything I appreciate you
telling me because it makes me think you wouldn’t ask something of me
without putting yourself in the same position; making allowances for
body modifications of course.”
“Your not
worried about that are you?”
“Goodness
no. If you want them, take them. They’re yours anyway.” He
took me in his arms and said softly, “I choose to let you keep them for
a while.” My Master gently kissed me. “Would you like to go back to the
bedroom and please your Master one last time before he must go
home. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” I smiled a
wicked smile. “Yes, I’ll let you ride if you want.”
“How did you
know what I was thinking?”
“Psychic powers
are catching. Besides, I can read your mood swings like a book.
I’m going to be a fine Master for you. I’ll have you shaped up and
jumping through flaming hoops in no time.” “I always wanted
a showbiz career. I can see it now, ‘Officer Masters and his
wonder slave. See death defying stunts. See the slave jump
through flaming hoops perform a triple half gainer and land on a butt
plug of enormous proportions.”
“God, if I could
train you to do that I’d never get the smile off your face.” I looked
stunned.
“Good one,
Master.” I had to laugh, I’d set myself up “Good one!” I said again.
“Would it be
proper for me or you to ask the Dungeon Master’s permission?”
“It would,
indeed, slave. I’ll ask him.” He left for a moment and I saw him
get Big Jim aside and talk to him. The Dugeon Master looked over
at me and smiled as Master Earl was walking away. He gave me the,
okay, thumbs up sign. Then he grabbed his ass and walked like it
hurt him, miming how I was going to walk after Master got though
fucking me. He could be a clown at times. I loved him
dearly.
Master Earl
returned to me at pool side and said there was no problem. “The Dungeon
Master was happy we could spend a little time together. Said he thought
you needed me right now.”
“He knows me
pretty damn well. How much do you know about him Master?” I
questioned Master Earl.
“Jeb and him
have been buddies, partners, roommates, companions for years.
They’re not lovers, I don’t think. No one really knows. No
one knows much about Big Jim. I know they were in the service
together; Korea and then the early days of Vietnam. They were
going to be career Marines.”
“What kind of
education would you say Master Jeb has?”
“I can tell when
you’re leading me down a path, Son. What’s this all about?”
“I’ll explain
when we get to the rose garden. Trust me, there’s a point
to this.”
“Okay. Well, I
don’t really know but if I had to guess I’d say he has a Master’s
degree in Psychology or Sociology; perhaps some related field, but I
don’t know for sure. I’ve never asked and some things you just
don’t need to know about people. I know I have less education than you,
but will you love me any less?”
“I’d love you if
you were a pea picker.” I assured him.
“Like Cousin
Ernie?” He replied.
“Yeah, I loved
Cousin Ernie.”
“Me, too.”
“No, that’s not
my point. Now, please, just play my stupid game for a minute.”
“All right,
shoot!”
“Well, I would
say you’re probably correct about Master Jeb’s education, but to be
honest I don’t know either. I don’t think I wanna’ know unless he
wants me to.”
“What about Big
Jim? I asked him.
“Hard to say. He
can be surprisingly bright and seems to be intelligent. I
couldn’t imagine you loving anyone who wasn’t fairly bright. I would
guess high school maybe two years college. Then again no one gets to
know too much about him. He may be a brain surgeon for all I know.”
“Yeah, me,
too. Well, thanks, Dad, that’s what I wanted to know.” He
was quiet for a moment then started laughing.
“Do you have any
idea how many ways I know to torture a smart ass little slave?”
“No, Sir, and I
don’t want to count the ways either. I’ll be good. I’ll
spill.”
“Now, what’s the
point to this little game.”
“What would you
say if I told you that our Dungeon Master holds a Doctorate from
Oxford?”
“England?”
“The same.”
‘Nooooo,—
really?”
“Master, I damn
near shit on the floor when I asked him about a graduation picture on
his dresser. It was his graduation from Oxford. I kid you not. He
was a Rhodes scholar. Showed me his diploma. I couldn’t believe
it. I asked myself why? Then why not? Furthermore,
it’s in a subject I never hear of.”
“What’s that?”
“Biophysics.”
“What’s
Biophysics?”
“I never found
out. I didn’t want him to think I was so dumb I didn’t
know.” I laughed and he laughed with me.
“Yeah, I can see
why. Fascinating! Big Jim, huh?! Damn, that explains some
things I’ve wondered about for a long time. I’ll tell you about ‘em
later let’s get upstairs.” We snuck off to the last bedroom. It
was quiet upstairs as everyone was out by the pool. We made love
for a while.
“Are you worried
about this Master Bear or Captain Fantastic?” He was quiet for a
minute.
“I’m not gonna’
lie to you, it concerns me. It’s a new, unexpected variable
we hadn’t counted on. I want to have faith Wes hasn’t brought us along
this far to let something or someone come between us now. Don’t
you slave?”
“Yes, Sir, but
Master you know when I tell you something is important you’ve learned
to listen to me, right?”
“Yes, Son, I
believe if you didn’t feel strongly about something you wouldn’t tell
me. I’ve learned to trust you so let’s hear it.”
“There’s
something not right about this. That’s all I have right now.
Maybe I’ll get other thoughts, but I know something ain’t right.
I must talk to Master Sam alone. We’ll be with him next weekend
and I’ll have a better chance to find out more. Yoshie’s a
pushover. He tells me everything with his face.”
“Do you feel
it’s anything to worry about?”
“That’s the
weirdest part. I get the feeling something’s wrong but it isn’t
threatening. It isn’t bad. How can that be?”
“I don’t know,
Son. Let’s just keep our eyes and ears open and share anything we
find out. I’ll run some records searches and vehicle registration
search at work and see if there’s any records on him. We can sometime
find out a lot from AKA’s. We’ll talk over the weekend. Now, what
did we come up here for?”
I got busy and
gave my Master one Hell of a good ride. I would build him up,
then stop short of getting him off. After the third time he
threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t take his Cadillac and park
it in my garage. Like Master Zack said, a wise man knows when to back
off or,... get his Master off, or... back his Master
off,...whatever,... you get the idea. You don’t have to be a
Biophysicists to get that one,— whatever the Hell that is?
I graduated from
the boot camp of slave training. I didn’t get a diploma. I
just got called ‘slave.’ I was called that before I did that
month. Where was I now? I wasn’t quite sure but I had two
more months to find out. I wanted to have one of those ‘T’ shirts
printed up that says: I SURVIVED SLAVE TRAINING BOOT CAMP and all I got
was FUCKED and this LOUSY GODDAMNED “T” SHIRT. Can I trade the shirt
for another FUCK?
Master Earl said
goodbye to all in the late afternoon, and I walked him out to his
bike. I wasn’t as sad to see my violet-eyed, handsome Master
depart; although, there was still a sizable lump in my heart. I stood
there looking at him, looking at the words he was speaking as they were
going past my ear, my brain saw only his incredibly handsome chiseled
face of rugged proportion, and saw his full masculine lips moving, the
drone of his rich baritone voice. He could have been reciting ‘Mary Had
a Little Lamb’ and I wouldn’t have cared he was so gorgeous to look at.
“Have you heard
a word I’ve said?”
“Uhh,— yes, Sir,
every word, Sir.”
“Well, blah,
blah, blah...”
Damn he’s
pretty on that bike. I wonder if he’ll let me suck him off right
here. No, Beau! You can’t ask a God to rev his engine just
so you can suck his dick. Look at those fucking boots. Have you
ever seen a man wear boots like he can? I wonder if he’d let me
eat them once more before he pulls away? I should be hanging on his
every word but I can’t because...oops! I think he just caught me
glancing down at his boots. Oh, God! I’m doomed! What to do? “What did I just
say to you, slave?”
“Uuuuuu...how
fair the moon this hallowed ‘eve...no, huh? Sorry Master, my mind
was admiring the view.
“But you were
looking right at me?”
“I know...” I
grabbed my crotch and got a look of pain.
“You’re hopeless
but I love you anyway. See you next weekend and congratulations,
slave. I’m proud of you.”
I watched as he
pulled out of the driveway and headed down the hill with his right hand
raised in a farewell salute. I was now a slave; as if I had any choice
in the matter. He owned me, body and soul. The rest was, at best,
I hoped, mere formalities. The other slaves who described
becoming a slave were correct. It was almost a religious
experience. I was reborn to life as a slave. One phrase
kept repeating in my mind: Agnus Dei
End Chapter 20
~The Ties That Bind Copyright 2004
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