what if a much
of a which of a wind gives the truth
to summer's lie, bloodies with
dizzying leaves the sun and yanks
immortal stars awry? Blow king to
beggar and queen to seem (blow friend to
fiend: blow space to time) when skies are
hanged and oceans drowned, the single
secret will still be man. e e cummings
I said goodbye
to everyone. The Tucson folks left to stay with Master Earl for a day
before they took off back to Tucson. Later that evening I retired
early to the dungeon to my slave journal. I wanted to record my
feeling and memories of the ceremony. I was impressed by its
simple yet elegant symbolism of giving up one life for another.
There seemed to
be a steady stream of well wishers and those wishing to say goodbye one
more time. Dirk and Allen came down with Billy, Oscar and his new
Master, Master Bert. They all had words of joy and happiness. Master
Bert told me he couldn’t wait for me to visit them and they would
surely kill the fatted calf. I told him hamburgers would be fine.
He laughed.
I asked Master
Zack if he would bring Button down to the dungeon to say goodbye when
they were ready to leave. I had something for him. Master Zack came
down the stairs with Button. Master Zack didn’t tell Button I had
something for him. I got up from my desk, knelt in front of Master
Zack, kissed his boots, and licked them a few times as well. I found
his hand waiting, I gently kissed the back of it then placed it to my
forehead.
“Rise, good
slave, and show this grateful Master your love.” I threw my arms
around his neck and gave him a good kiss.
“Thank you,
Master Zack, that was nice. I’m really looking forward to my
visit with you and Button.” I hugged and kissed Button who told
me he loved me again. I asked them to sit down for a minute.
Button sat as close to Master Zack as he could.
“Master Zack
would you mind...?” I held my arms out to Button.
“Of course not
slave...” Button was all ready in my arms and sitting in my lap.
I leaned over and kissed him gently.
“Master Zack,
you don’t know how good it is to hear you call me ‘slave.’ Now, I
know when a Master calls me slave, it’s the truth. I will be
honored to be your slave and help my little brother serve you for a
weekend.”
“I have
something for you, Button.” I reached into the desk drawer and pulled
out a small gift wrapped package with a card attached.
“Read the card
first, sweetheart.” I instructed him. I made the card and
it said on the front: “Not every day is going to be a great one,—
” The message on the inside said, “— but this will get you
through the bad ones by rubbing it between your fingers. It
contains a powerful magic. It’s been blessed by your big brother
who was a wizard in a former life. All my love to you Button and Master
Zack. On the occasion of Beau becoming a slave.” He read the card
to Master Zack who was almost in tears.
“Now you may
open your present, Button.” He slowly opened it. Inside was
a gold chain with a small St. Christopher statue embossed into a small
round medallion.
“Read the back
to Master Zack,”
“It says: I
belong to Master Zack. My Master loves me and my big brother,
Beau, loves me. Nothing can hurt me. I love you little
brother, Beau 6/30/73 Button was in tears and so was Master Zack.
“Oh, thank you,
Beau,— thank you. It’s the most wonderful gift. I love you so
much.”
“He’s not alone,
Son.” said Master Zack choking back the tears.
“May I put it
on, Master?” Button asked his Master.
“Of Course you
can. Will you help him, Beau?”
“Sure, let’s let
Master Zack take a look, what say, darlin’”
“I’m sorry,
Master, I didn’t mean to forget you.”
“He knows that,
sweetheart, he knows you’re excited.” I tried to calm Button.
“Beau, this has
to be one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for us. It will not
soon be forgotten, Son.”
“Well,— I wanted
to do something special for my becoming a slave and this was the thing
I most wanted to do. Now,— when I can’t remember the date I became a
slave I can call you and Button and say, ‘Please see what the date on
Button’s medallion is for me,’ and then I’ll know.” We all laughed. I
put the medallion around Button’s neck and he was admiring it in the
mirror. It looked handsome against his dark skin. Master
Zack motioned for me to stand and he put his arms around me to embraced
me.
“Thank’s once
again, my friend, you have my heart as well. We’re so looking
forward to your visit. It’s all he can talk about. We’ll have
fun. We have a place in Joshua Tree not too far from Beryl and
Blaine’s so you can expect the family.” he laughed. “It will be a
relaxed weekend of rest for you and a special guest from Silverlake.
It’s our way of saying, ‘Thank you.’”
“Come,— ” I
said, “with your permission Master Zack, I’ll walk you out and see you
off. I’m through with my writing for tonight anyway.”
“You have my
permission, slave.”
“Master Zack,
I’ve come to really admire and respect you. I cried under that leather
skin listening to your words last night. I can’t tell you how much I
appreciated the kind things you said.”
“I’ll be honest,
slave. I’m scared to death of public speaking but I thought it was only
going to be the immediate family. We walked in there and,— my God,
hundreds of people. I told Button I didn’t know if I could do
it. He told me I had to. I must be brave for him and do it.
It was very important to him. He's never been that insistent about
anything since he became my slave. He gave me the courage and strength.
I knew I had to do it.”
“Then, I thank
you, too, Button, for backing up your old man. We slaves sometime have
to tell our Master’s we believe in them, right?”
“You’re right,
Beau. See I remembered what you told me.” The cute little
imp winked at me and smiled sweetly. We walked upstairs and Oscar,
Billy and Master Bert were still leaving. Button turned to his
Master.
“Please,
Master Zack, may I show everyone what Beau gave me?”
“Of course, Son,
go.” Button ran to Billy, Oscar and Master Bert to show them. He showed
them my card and exclaimed,
“Look, Beau made
this card just for me and gave me this. Isn’t it wonderful? And he told
me the medallion has magic properties.” They read the card then the
medallion. They were ‘oooing’ and ‘aaaing’ over it.
“Button this is
twenty-four caret gold. This is a treasure. Don’t lose it!” said
Master Jeb.
“Button it looks
like it was made for you. It’s so handsome on you.” Oscar told
him.
“It is, indeed,
a treasure and if Beau told you it has magic properties you can take
that to the bank, little one. You’re a lucky little slave to be loved
that much by two wonderful men.” said Billy.
Billy came to
me, hugged me, kissed me, and groped me again.
“That’s the
present I want some night.” he said wickedly.
“You may have it
however my wonderful Mr. McGee would like it. It would be the
fulfillment of a dream. Of course you have to promise to use a
very large rubber husband on me after that.” I thought Billy was
going to bust a gut laughing and Master Zack, too.
“You’re a piece
of work, Beau.” He patted me on the back. Button was in Big
Beryl’s arms and showing him, Blaine, Big Jim, Chief, Master Sam and
Yoshie his treasure. He read it to them.
“And Beau told
me it has magical powers. All I have to do is rub it between my
fingers.”
“Let me tell
you, kiddo,” Big Beryl said to him in all seriousness, “if Beau
told you it has magical powers it does and it’s strong magic, too.
Don’t use it unless you absolutely have to.”
I’ve seen the
magic Beau can do, Button, and Beryl is right.” said the Dungeon
Master, “It’s powerful stuff, Son. Be careful with it and how you use
it. Don’t use it to harm anyone because all of Beau’s magic is
for good and it will backfire on you.”
I couldn’t
believe the shit these guys were heaping on Button; however, the
more I thought about it I decided it was a loving thing to do. Magic
is, after all, what we want to believe. If we can believe
something hard enough it will be. Remember Dumbo? He could only
fly if he was holding on to a magic feather with his trunk. It wasn’t
magic at all but he believed. (Okay, so it was Disney, sue me.) If
these big men could re-enforced a belief in Button the medallion was
truly a strong source of magic, then he would believe. Who's to say
what it could or couldn’t do for him? I leaned closer to Master Zack
and whispered,
“Can you believe
this, Master Zack?”
“He needs this
love from them. Look what you’ve done, slave, he hasn’t been this open
with people since I took him for my slave three years ago.” Master Zack
sighed, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.
Master Zack,
could I ask a favor?”
“Anything, Beau,
you know that.”
“Will you began
calling me ‘slave’ more often than, ‘Beau?’ I don’t know why but
when I hear it from you it makes my dick hard, just look.” He looked at
old swinger standing hard and proud. He started laughing. I
didn’t think I was going to get him to stop. He had to grab my arm he
was so doubled up.
“What the Hell
did that slave say, brother Zack, to get you going like that? I
haven’t seen you laugh like that in a long time, it’s good to see,
Son.” bellowed Master Beryl.
“I’d pay a
handsome penny to know what that was all about, too.” Roared the
Dungeon Master.
Master Zack just
shook his head and waved his hand over his head as he was still
laughing.
“I’m,... not,...
though,... Master Zack.” I tried to sound frustrated and
hurt. He got himself together.
“I would be
proud to grant the first part of your request, slave, and,...?”
“I just wanted
to add you make me feel like a real slave when you address me that
way. It makes me feel good all over, Sir.” He got serious,
seemed to think for a minute, then replied,
“I had no idea.
Of course, I’ll grant your request, slave. You’ve become a good
slave to me of your own will. I’ll always love and think of you that
way. You’ve become a big brother to Button and, to be completely
honest, thinking of you that way isn’t bad for my old dick
either, take a look.” He sported a roaring hard underneath
his leathers, a nice one, too. We fell out laughing with each
other as Button ran to his Master’s arms. Chief walked up behind me,
put his arms around me, and spoke to Button,
“I’m a full
blood Yavapie Indian, Button. I’ve seen magic done by Shamans and
medicine men, but I’ve never seen any magic anywhere as powerful as the
magic Beau can put into an object. Remember what the Dungeon
Master said, use it only for good.”
“I will, Chief.
Are you a real Chief?”
“I’m next in
line, Button, I’m a prince of my tribe.”
“That’s close
enough for me, Chief.” Button said as everyone laughed.
“Come, little
one, we have to get on the road. We've got an hour and a half
ride ahead of us.” Everyone walked them out to Master Zack’s
Harley. Button put on his helmet and Master Zack put on
his. They waved and were gone. Then my family started in on me.
“Gees, that was
a sweet thing to do for the kid, Beau. That’s gonna’ mean more to
him than you can ever imagine.” said Master Jeb.
“I wondered who
you were buying that for the day I paid for it. He wouldn’t tell me who
he was buying it for. You guys have any idea how much that thing
cost?” added the Dungeon Master
“I do,” spoke up
Billy, “twenty-four caret gold ain’t cheep.”
“I do, too.”
said Yoshie.
“Please, Master
Jim.” I begged, afraid he was going to tell all.
“Well,— let’s
just say it cost two more clams than a basket full and you bought it
before you even knew what you’d done for him. You didn’t
know until last night, did you?”
“No, Sir.”
He grabbed me, hugged me, and kissed me on the neck.
“I’m fucking
proud of you, slave.”
“Hell, we all
are.” chimed in Master Beryl. I knew I picked a winner that night
in the barn, Son.”
Everyone said
their goodbyes and left but Chief. He had to be into work
tomorrow, so he said his goodbyes to us. He really didn’t want to leave
and Big Jim knew it.
“Why don’t you
stay, Chief? My slave will loan you a pair of his coveralls. You
can go to work from here in the morning. I’ll even let you fuck my
slave if I can watch and maybe play with your butt a little.
Hell, I own him now, he can’t say ‘no.’”
“He’s right,
Chief. I no longer have a say in those matters; however,
orders like that from his Master are easy for a slave to obey.
I’d love for you to stay, Chief. The Dungeon Master here is a
real slave driver and gets me up at the crack of dawn.”
They started laughing and it dawned on me what I said.
“Another
Beaverism?” I asked Big Jim.
“Wait ‘til Jeb
hears this one.”
“Thanks for the
kind offer, gentlemen, but I have to decline. Like Master Zack
said last night, I know when to back off. I’d love to stay, but
I’m afraid I wouldn’t get much rest. We’ve got a big day tomorrow
and I’m taking on more of your job to help Jake. He hardly comes out on
the floor anymore except to help if we get backed up. He’s good about
that. I’m doing all the assignments, so I need to be sharp tomorrow.
I’ve never met a group of people who made me feel more welcome and
comfortable. Beau, I haven’t been to a gay bar since I met
you. See what influence you guys have on me. I think all
day about all of you, and it makes my days fly by. I get grilled at
work by Jake as to how you’re doing, what’s new with the group, when
were you becoming a slave? When and where will the Ceremony
be? He really loves you, Beau.” On and on Chief talked as Big Jim
and I walked him to his bike. He gave us each a hug, got on his
Norton, and waved on his way down the hill.
The Dungeon
Master playfully picked me up in his arms on the way in and
carried me into the living room.
“Dungeon
Master, of all the boots, cocks and balls I kissed last night
there was one set I most wanted to pay homage to and never had them
offered to me.” He looked at me, opened his mouth to speak then
paused for a moment to think,
“Oh shit! You’re
right. I was getting in line and something came up. I went to
take care of it and never got back. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to
you right now.” He carried me to the auditorium to the front of
the hall and there was Master Jeb sitting in the dark.
“Jeb, you
all right?” Big Jim asked his friend.
“Oh yeah, I’m
fine. I come out here a lot and sit in the dark to collect my
thoughts. What brings you guys out here?”
“I have a gross
error to correct as Dungeon Master.” He sat me down on my feet.
“Master Jeb
wasn’t in line last night either, Dungeon Master.”
“You’re right
slave, I wasn’t. I had to go to the house and lay down but I was
there for all the ceremonies. They were the best we’ve ever had.
The crowd of people was wonderful and I’m so proud of the job our new
Dungeon Master did. I’m willing to make up for it now if you’ll
forgive me, slave.” “Please,
Master, I’ll escort you to the stage myself.” I helped him
up, took his arm, and helped him climb the steps to the stage.
The Dungeon
Master lit three candles. A symbol of the three souls present. I
knelt in front of Master Jeb first and kissed each of his big boots and
then sat back on my feet, “May I, Master..?”
“You have
permission, slave.” I undid his leather pants and gently pulled out his
beautiful cock and balls. I kissed the head of his thick
cock, then raised each of his heavy balls and kissed each of them
lovingly. I licked them clean, kissed the shaft of his cock and
watched it engorge with blood.
“Do you wish
more, Master?”
“No,— that was
more than enough homage for tonight as both of you can see.” he
said laughing. “You’re our property now, Son. When I need you
I’ll snap my fingers, and know without a doubt you’ll come to me.
Having said that, you have your Dungeon Master to take care of this
evening. I dare say he’s earned that right from you tonight, and he has
my blessing for a job well done.”
Master Jim was
next. He’d all ready ripped off his cod piece and shoved it into
his back pocket. I kissed, licked and cleaned his giant boots and
he let me without saying a word. When I was finished I sat back
and ask if he was pleased with my cleaning job?
“Quite pleased,
slave. Now, show me your homage that’s due me.” I kissed Babe and
couldn’t stop kissing him. I held the Dungeon Masters balls in my
hand and kissed each one of them with love. I licked and cleaned
them and sat back again.
“That was fine,
slave. I know it’s late but it might be better this way. I got
paid a Hell of a lot more respect than time would have allowed last
evening. Now, get up here and show your new owner your
love.” He was right. It was better. I hugged and
kissed him passionately.
“Congratulations,
slave, you are now our personal possession.” said Master Jeb.
“We haven’t
owned a better one, Jeb.” The Dungeon Master sighed.
“We need to get
him to bed. He has a Hell of a day coming tomorrow.” We
helped Master Jeb into the house as he wanted to get to bed.
“Do you need me
to help you, Master?”
“Just with my
boots, Son.” I didn’t hesitate, I got my leg around them and felt his
other big boot on my ass as he gently pushed. That boot eased off
and then came easily. I did the same for the other and it was off.
“Thank you,
slave.”
“It’s an honor
to serve you, Master.”
“Gimme’ a hug,
Son.” I did and he asked softly as I was hugging him,
“Happy?”
“You didn’t have
to ask, you can tell.”
“It’s so good to
see. I’m so happy for you. I love you, Son.”
“I know, Master,
and I owe my happiness to you. How can I ever thank you.”
“Are you
kidding? You do every day. You’re a fucking joy to have around.
Look what you did for that kid this evening. I couldn’t believe
you did that. It was wonderful. You impressed the shit out of
everyone with your thoughtfulness. Who does that reflect
on, Son? I ask you? Who?”
“You and Master
Jim?”
“Exactly,
so you see in a way seeing you happy is a greater happiness for him and
I. You should understand that. To see Button happy was a greater
happiness for you.”
“It was, indeed,
Master. I know what you’re talking about. Thanks for the
lesson.”
“Get out of
here, you scamp. I all ready told you I loved you.” he laughed as
I was leaving. I got to the door, turned and spoke to him,
“I love you,
Master, and I’m proud to be owned by you. It’s an honor, Sir.”
I turned and
walked away. I ran down to the dungeon to shut every thing down and
found the Dungeon Master reading through my slave journal. He
motioned for me to sit down on the bed in the cell I was using for my
personal get away. My cell was neat. It was cozy. I
found an old picture of Master Jeb’s and put it up on the wall. I even
spent a couple nights down here when I needed to withdraw from
everyone. My Masters were wise enough to give me my space.
I found, much to my amazement, I needed time to myself. One night to
myself and I would be like new, ready to take on the world. Maybe we
all need our private space.
Trouble is, too
many people withdraw into themselves because of hurts, real or
imagined. They get lost in their own quagmire and are afraid to venture
out or take someone’s hand who has reached out to help them. No man is
an island. For best results the Rx for life should be: Take two
people per day as needed with a grain of salt.
“I want to
apologize for reading from your private journal at the ceremony last
night, Son.”
“No apology
necessary, Master. I was flattered you read from it.”
“I wanted to
tell you why.”
“You don’t
have to, Master. I didn’t mind.”
“Well, I’m going
to anyway, so sit there and listen.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ve been the
one reading your journal all this time. Jeb has really been
sick. I give him the oral, high spot, version and then he can
relate to you in your talks. It’s about all he can do these days,
Beau. While reading your accounts of people, places, and things they
jump off the page at me. Your descriptions of people I’ve known
for years are sometime a deeper and more knowledgeable portrait than I
could ever imagine writing. I’m fascinated by your talent. The section
I read in the ceremony was one of the best descriptions of going from
despair to hope I’ve ever read. Furthermore, it said more in the
fewest possible words about Masters and slaves than anything I’ve ever
read.
I wasn’t alone.
I was approached by twenty, twenty-five people who asked me if I would
ask you for a copy of what I read. It impressed the shit out of a
lot of people. You’re the only person who knows my education level so
you should know I’m not telling you these things to flatter you or blow
smoke up your ass. When I read it the first time I was a basket
case. I thought, ‘Get a hold of yourself you old romantic
son-of-a-bitch. You’re just to close to the trees,’ and satisfied
myself with that explanation. When I read it to Jeb, I
looked up after reading it to him, and he was a mess. We both had a
good laugh at ourselves when I told him I responded the same way. You
couldn’t see the audience but I doubt there was a dry eye in the house.
So in my estimation you earned the ovation you received.”
“Thank you,
Master.”
“My point is
this; I come down here sometimes after I’m sure you’re asleep and
read what you’ve written. I’ve never been disappointed.
Have you ever considered taking a course in writing?”
“No, Sir.”
“I want your
blessing to talk to your Master about this. I’m going to
anyway. As my slave you have no say in the matter, but I’m wise
enough, and love you enough, to ask. I know you tend to keep your
creative talents to yourself, but you shouldn’t. I’d like to share this
journal with your Master. It will give him a leg up in his personal
training. It’s almost a blueprint of you. In short, it’s one of
the most remarkable things I’ve ever read from a novice, untrained
writer. Some have it, some don’t. You definitely have a
talent.” I sat there for a while thinking.
“Certainly you
have my blessing. I’m a bit embarrassed, but I’ll get over it.
You’ve been a big help to get me over some large self doubts, Master;
like telling the story this morning about Josh Cochran’s dick. I
couldn’t have done that without your encouragement.”
“Master Jeb
tells me I’ve come a long way. Do you think so?”
“Absolutely,
slave. You’re not the cocky, nasty mouthed, little ‘butch bottom’
who walked in here two months ago. Of course, now, you’re a
slave. There’s no way you would’ve even considered becoming a
slave that first night. I never thought Jeb would convince you it
was the road you needed to travel for your own personal
happiness; especially, after I came on so strong and scared the
living crap out a’ you.”
“It wasn’t
Master Jeb who convinced me.”
“Who was it
then?”
“When I left
that night I knew, no matter how hurt I felt because of your rejection,
no matter the cost, not having you in my life was not an option. Even
if you weren’t going to allow yourself to love me, I was going to love
you, and at least serve you for a while. I took the position that I
would obey you, respect you, pleasure you, but I would do nothing to
try to change your mind. You laid it out for me. You weren’t
going to get involved because when training was over I would be sold.
End of subject. How many times did you tell me that?”
“If it was more
than once, it was too many.” admitted Master Jim.
“I may be a
slave, but I’ll be damned if I’ll beg any man to love me. My
choice to love you was my business as long as I didn’t try to
manipulate you. I think it only confused you, but don’t think I’m
all that selfless; remember, I had few options. Master Jeb knew
I’d come to the end of the road. I even bought a gun. Whether
anything came of my unconditional love for you I would have the
pleasure of being used and being around someone I needed for at least a
while. I would deal with the future when it came. Then I met
Master Earl.
I’ve asked
myself if I would have fallen in love with him if you hadn’t closed
your door? I went through the tortures of the damned with guilt.
How could I love him so much and have my heart want to jump out of my
chest every time I’m around you. I can’t even sit beside you and
smell you without getting hard. I tried to chalk it up to lust.
Yeah, that’s it. I don’t really love him. It’s pure
animal lust for a big, sexy man. That dog didn’t hunt long. The
weekend we went to Beryl’s I knew I was lost. I knew I had to
have you in my life in some way.
I took one last
chance that Friday night I spent the weekend here. You opened up a
little to me and seemed regretful. You floored me by putting your
cards on the table. It took a big man to do that. I only loved you all
the more for finally being honest with me. I’ve grown so much with you
I don’t think we’ll ever be apart for long. It’s only because of you
and your blessing I think I can be a good slave to Master Earl.
Master Earl knows you’re a part of my family, not in the sense of the
family clan but my own extended family. He knows my feelings for you
and accepts them. He knew you and I would bond even more though
training; yet, he insisted I go through with it. He’s not a small
man, Master.”
“He’s shown me
nothing but love and respect. I know you’re right about that.
I’ve grown very fond of him as well.”
“Look, Master,
I’m now officially a slave. I have several other titles as
well. I’m your little brother, you’re ollee-ollee-in-free
buddy, and several others. I haven’t stopped being those things
according to your personal needs speech in the gym the other morning.”
“You’re right,
Son. That’s another thing, you’re my first born slave, my Son.”
“I’m not gonna’
call you ‘dad.’ I all ready call fifteen people in the family
‘dad.’ I can’t keep track of which dad’s on first.” He
roared with laughter. “I’ll call you D.M. for Dungeon
Master. No, on second thought, add an ‘O’ to the middle of that
and it isn’t too respectful. I’m so proud of you as Dungeon Master and
to be your first. I’m going to tell you something, but it must remain a
confidence between us. I was laying under that leather sheet
listening to your voice and was so happy it was you who was conducting
my slave ceremony. You were really good.”
“Think so?”
“Don’t milk
it!” I replied sarcastically.
“I’ll milk you,
you little shit!”
He grabbed me
and turned me across his knee and proceeded to spank my ass hard. I
yelled at him, I warned him, he wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t listen, he
just kept on laughing the harder he spanked me and I shot all over his
leathers and boots. Then that hard nosed old man made me lick him
clean. Damn near came the second time.
“Come on, Tiger,
let’s get you to bed.” ordered the Dungeon Master as we started
out of the dungeon for the night.
“By the way,”
Big Jim asked on the way up the stairs, “what was it you said to Zack
that nearly killed the poor man.
“Well,— I was
trying to give him a complement and I fucked it up. I asked him
if he would consider a request from me. He agreed and I asked him
if he would start referring to me more as 'slave' instead of
'Beau.' I explained I didn’t know why, and don’t know why, when
he calls me ‘slave’ it makes my dick hard. I showed him my dick was
standing straight up.”
“No wonder he
was doubled up.” Big Jim roared with laughter.
“Well, that’s
not the best part.”
“There’s more?”
“When he
responded he would be pleased to call me salve, he told me it
didn’t do his old dick any harm either and he showed me. His was rock
hard, too.” We both fell out laughing.
We came to the
Bear’s Lair and I could tell my big blue ox was tired, he had a full
day. I took his boots off, helped him off with his
leathers, and he headed for the showers.
“Master Ox?”
“Yeah?”
“Please, don’t
shower tonight.”
“I’ve been
sweating all day in those leathers. I never stopped long enough to come
up here and change.”
“I knoooow!”
“You sure?”
“I’m
sure.” Was I ever? He still had a healthy male odor mixed
with the lingering smell of old leather. Sleep was going to be
sporadic. I all ready had a roaring hard on.
“I’ll jump in
the shower.”
“No, you won’t!
Get in this bed! Now! You’re not the only one who’s hooked on body
odors. Sometimes you walk by me, I get a strong whiff of you, and
my old dick gets hard instantly. All I can think about is how
soon I can get Babe into that little butt.”
“Yes, Master.” I
giggled and put my backside to him. He put his big furry arms
around me, and I felt like I was on one of those amusement rides when
the big padded bar drops down and locks you in. I was locked in
for the night. No chance of this slave falling off the bed. No,
Sir. Few Beasties, Goulies, or things that go bump in the night would
take on my giant. I was safe. I could always count on a
good nights sleep in the arms of my giant Master. The dragons of
horror wouldn’t dare come around when I was in his protection.
Part
II~Visitations
what if a keen
of a lean wind flays strangles
valleys by ropes of things and stifles
forests in white ago? screaming hills
with sleet and snow: Blow hope to
terror; blow seeing to blind (blow pity to
envy and soul to mind) whose hearts are
mountains, roots are trees, it's they shall
cry hello to the spring e e cummings
Here begins the
recording of my weekend visits to those Masters who paid a two hundred
dollar fee to have me as their slave for one full weekend. While
it was a somewhat hectic time it was one of the greatest and most
loving times of my life as a slave. I got to know my family and
they got to know me. It became a love affair, a romance between
me, and my family.
MASTER SAM &
YOSHIE~
That week was a
full one, but we repeated nearly the same schedule like clock work
everyday. It was over before I could turn around to catch my
breath. My body was growing by leaps and bounds. The testosterone
pumped into my butt by a couple of loads of man come per day was taking
it’s toll at the gym. Even the owner whistled that Friday morning when
he walked in and saw how pumped we were. We did extra work for
him on Fridays because we couldn’t come in Saturdays and Sundays. We
washed and folded enough extra towels, so he wouldn’t run out over the
weekend. He was shocked we would even bother.
Friday came and
Master Sam arrived at exactly five-thirty to pick me up. He rode up on
his Harley and asked where my leathers were? I told him they were
in my cell. He instructed me to wear them. I went to put
them on as he chatted with Master Jeb and Jim. I returned in about ten
minutes with no shirt, my vest, chaps over my levis and boots. I had a
small bag of extra clothes.
“Take that vest
off for a minute, slave,— I wanna’ see.” I did and he told me to
slowly turn around. He smiled real big and stuck out his hand to
Master Jim.
“Well done,
Dungeon Master! Well done!” Sam exclaimed. Big Jim
sort of bowed to Sam.
“Come on, boy,
my doctor-slave is on pins and needles waiting for us to get
back. He can’t wait to see you. Boy do you have a
fan. Woah! I just don’t see it.”
He threw back
his head and laughed as we took off down the hill. Holy shit! Sam could
ride a bike. Never have I ridden on the back of a bike that the
owner was in so much control. He seemed to become a part of it. With
the slightest move he was in and out of traffic, up and over, under and
around, he moved the bike with the grace of a ballet dancer. Impressed
the shit out of me. Who would think---? My boss? I
was learning to appreciate this man more and more. Yoshie adored
him. He couldn’t do enough for him. He worried about
him; fussed over him. Sam LOVED it. It was Yoshie’s first
week as a rookie intern in the ER at the hospital and I couldn’t wait
to hear the gory details.
We arrived and
as I got off his bike I complimented Master Sam on the ride over.
“You really know
how to ride a bike, Master Sam. Impressed the shit out a’ me.” He
smiled.
“Years of
riding, Son. Wasted years. Taught by the best.”
“Who?”
“A horny old
goat who lives in the desert.”
“Master Beryl?”
“The best.”
I did remember
riding laying back against Big Beryl’s hairy chest with one huge arm
around me riding back from the barn that day and he WAS good on a
bike. The old man was good at everything he did.
“Beryl’s motto:
Ride the damn thing! Don’t carry it on your back! He taught
me how.” explained Master Sam.
We walked into
their beautiful home and Yoshie came to greet me in the raw with his
collar on. We hugged, kissed, and immediately started in
talking. Poor Sam was left to shake his head in mirth at us. “Here’s the
drill, kid. Tonight with us, alone. We deliver you to your Master’s
place around noon for brunch. You stay over with him. He brings you
over here Sunday before noon for brunch. We have you back to Jeb’s and
Jim’s by nine P.M. How’s that?
“Sound
wonderful, Master Sam. I can’t thank you and Yoshie enough.
Underneath your gruff exterior beats a warm heart. I love you,
Master Sam.”
“Here!
Here! Don’t go gettin’ mushy with me.” he laughed then
eased up, “We love you, too, you little shit. C’omer!” He grabbed
me, hugged me and swung me around the room.
“Show Beau were
he can get undressed, Yoshie!” ordered Master Sam.
“Yes, Dad.
Come Beau, bring your bag, we have you in the guest
bedroom.” I followed Yoshie and got undressed as we talked non-stop
about everything. He helped me with my collar and locked it and
carried the key to his Master. I walked back into the living room
and went to Master Sam, knelt in front of him for my ritual
greeting. When he told me to rise he gave me the biggest kiss
right on the mouth. I didn’t hold back, I kissed him, too.
“Damn!” I said
still in his arms “I feel so comfortable here. It’s like a second home
to me.” Sam smiled real big and patted me on the butt.
“Oh Lord,
Yoshie, don’t leave out a saucer of milk. We’ll never get rid of
him!” We all laughed at his joke, “That’s how we want you to
feel. We’re glad you do. You’re more than welcome here,
Son, you know that. Guess who wanted to stop over later to say ‘Hello’?”
“Dad Jake?”
“You guessed
it. I told him around eight. He can’t stay long but he
didn’t get to talk much with you at the ceremony. I have to the
give the redneck son of a bitch credit. He swallowed all his
prejudices to come there and do that because of his love for you.
Takes a big man to do that. He’s working out better than we’d hoped in
his new job and Chief has all but taken over your job. He knows
so damn much more than all the other mechanics combined. Even
hard nose Jake has to admit Chief knows his onions. Everyday he comes
back off the floor from break with Chief, shakes his head and says, ‘My
boy can pick ‘em.” We just laugh at him. He’s lightened up
a lot. Finally met Yoshie. Loves Yoshie.”
“Well, maybe you
should think about making Chief foreman, Boss, I’d step down for him.”
“Didn't I tell
you he’d say that?” he said looking at Yoshie.
“Yes, Dad, you
did.”
“You’re our new
Foreman and YOU will be when you get back. Is that understood?”
“Thank you,
Master Sam, I understand.”
“Maybe someday
we’ll consider Chief for foreman but right now, I have reasons for you
being foreman, reasons you don’t even know about. We’ve got
our eye on Chief. He’s doing a great job. He’s doubled the
output since Jake was foreman and I know you will do as well. You
all ready did that last week. How do you like your hamburger, Beau?”
Master Sam yelled from the patio.
“Medium is
fine.” I yelled back from the kitchen talking to Yoshie.
“He’s cute,”
said Yoshie,“he always asks everyone how they want their hamburger then
they always come out the same; done. But their good. He’s a
pretty fair cook; although, we do a lot of take out food.”
“Yeah,
Master Earl and I live on take out during the week. He doesn’t
feel like cooking and after crawling under those trucks all day I don’t
either.”
Master Sam
walked back in the house with a platter of cheeseburgers and told me to
run into the guest bedroom where I was staying and get his sweater out
of the closet for him. I immediately obeyed, walked in to the room, and
there sitting on the bed was my Master in all his leathers and boots. I
instantly fell to my knees and kissed his boot. He let me go
thought the ritual, hugged, and kissed me.
“Surprised?” he
asked.
“Yes,
Sir.” I took him by the hand but before I left I saw a sweater
over a chair in the corner. I looked at it, and he knew what was
going through my mind.
“Do it!” he said
as he reached for the sweater. I walked back into the room with
the sweater and handed to Master Sam.
“Gee, Master
Sam, those burger look great and I’m hungry.” A wry smile came
across Sam’s face as he thanked me for the sweater.
“Think you're
gonna’ put one over on me don’t ya’, kid?” I started laughing and
went to hug him and thanked him for the wonderful surprise.
“Get in here,
Earl! The very idea of you going along with a prank like
that.” he said laughing. “Had me going for a minute,
though.” We all laughed. The evening was magic. We relaxed,
ate dinner, talked and just enjoyed each other.
Yoshie left for
a moment and returned with a small carefully wrapped package with a
small ribbon tightly and elegantly tied around it.
“For you,
Beau.” Yoshie said as he held it out to me.
“Gosh!
What’s this?”
“Open it!”
I did and what I saw took my breath away. It was Joshua Cochran’s
cock perfectly sculpted to the outline of his real dick with
approximately one quarter inch of the acrylic left all around. It
was perfect to the proportions of his cock. I was stunned!
I knew his dad was a craftsman but this was beyond beautiful. It
was a work of art.
“Isn’t it
beautiful, Beau?” Yoshie asked with a huge smile and obvious
pride in his dad’s work.
“Beautiful? My
God, Yoshie,— it’s a fucking work of art. I’m speechless. Stunned! It’s
beyond beautiful, wouldn’t you say boss man? Master Earl?”
“I’ve seen a lot
of his dad’s work, and that has to be one of his best.”
“What do I owe
your dad, Yoshie? I’ll have Master Jim send him a check from my
account.”
“Don’t be silly,
Beau, he did it for you. It’s his gift to you.”
“Then I must do
something nice for him. Can you think of anything he might like I
can get him to show my appreciation. I hope someday I may get to
thank him in person and shake his hand.”
“I’m sure you
will. I have him over quite often for dinner. We’ll make
arrangements some evening. Let me think on it, and I’ll get back
to you. He’s funny, he doesn’t tell his kids very often he wishes
anything.”
“This is too
perfect. If I ever run into Josh Cochran I hope he can appreciate
the love his cock has had since it left his body.” They laughed.
I didn’t mean it to be funny, but then I laughed, too, when I realized
what I’d said.
“I guess that
came out wrong, but you know what I meant.” They laughed again.
So did I.
“With an
education like yours, Beau, how did you end up a mechanic?” Yoshie
asked.
“I walked in off
the street and told Sam I’d do anything for any amount of
money. He put a broom and a mop in my hand and said, ‘Go to it,
kid’! I had money when I got out of the service, but I wouldn’t
touch it. I didn’t care what I did I just wanted to make enough
to have my own apartment and a few essential. Glad I never was a
collector because I didn’t have a lot to get rid of.”
“Look at me,”
said Yoshie, “when Beryl and Blaine brought me to Master Jeb I had the
clothes on my back. I didn’t have money for a phone call. I was
so miserably in love nothing else mattered. I still love Breed to
this day, but I was in love with the idea of love and not what I had.
It was a living nightmare. Still, I know it wasn’t his fault,
Beau, he used to scare me to death when he’d wake up in the middle of
the night screaming at the top of his voice. He was reliving the
Hell he went through in Nam. I’m so happy with Master Sam, Breed
doesn’t cross my mind much. Did you remember seeing in the cards where
I would run into him?”
“Yes, I
remember, I just didn’t want to tell you because what you were telling
me about not entering internship for six months didn’t make
sense. Now it does. You just started. You sure you want to
know?”
“I’m going to
meet him at the hospital?”
“Yep! I don’t
know how but you will.”
“Beau, a chill
just ran up my back ‘cause when I walked into that ER last Monday
morning all Hell broke loose. I was up to my asshole in victims
of a run away bus accident on the freeway. I thought one of the
men was Breed. I saw his face and turned. When I turned
back it was someone else. Weird!”
“No, it isn’t,
it was precognition. You saw his face in the ER because you will
probably see his face in the ER. Don’t know when. Wouldn’t
do either of us any good or him either to try to warn him. What’s
gonna’ happen is gonna’ happen. Who knows, he may come in to
visit someone.”
“Thanks,
brother!” Yoshie said to me.
“Just don’t be
frightened when it happens; remember, you have the love of a good
Master to give you courage who is responsible for you being there in
the first place, second you have my blessing that nothing can harm
you.” I laid my hand on his head and touched it lightly.
“Damn! I felt
something go through me.” said Yoshie.
“It was my
protection. You are now protected, but you won’t need it.
You will know how to handle the situation. Besides Breed has a
big shocker to tell the family.”
“That he's
decided to become a slave to some man?”
“How did you
know?”
“I always had a
gut feeling that’s what he was meant to be, and he was beating me up
because he was hating that part of himself. He’s known for a long
time he wants to be a slave. I think he’s probably never tried to sub
for a man because he’s pretty aggressive and he hasn’t found a man who
would hank him up by the short hairs and give him what he needs.
He needs to be controlled, and he needs to be loved in a firm
disciplined way.
The worst
beating he ever gave me, the one that made up my mind to get out or he
was going to kill me, I accused him of wanting to be a bottom. He went
into such a rage you would've thought a demon entered his body. I don’t
think he remembered doing those things to me. I was right.
I knew it, but I didn’t even want to face the truth ‘cause I was
imprinted and thought I loved him. I did, and I didn’t. He killed most
of the passionate love I had for him, and what was left was loving him
out of fear. That’s sick! I was sick. It took Master Jeb
and Jim to nurse me back to health. Those men are saints. I lived there
and worked at a small job in Hollywood. I can’t tell you the number of
nights, even before I began slave training, I would cry myself to sleep
in Master Jim or Master Jeb’s arms. They never once scolded me or
told me to shape up. They just let it run its course.
One morning I
announced to them I was through being miserable, I wanted another life;
make me a good slave and sell me. They did precisely that.
How I lucked out and got one of the greatest Masters God put on this
Earth to buy me is a mystery. I go to sleep every night thanking
him for my fortune. After we got together, Master Sam ask what I wanted
to do with my life and I told him ‘To be your slave, Master.’ He said
,'No, no, as a vocation. What did you ever truly want to be.' I
told him an M.D. I was working toward that when I met
Breed. He just said fine, get catalogues from U.S.C. My
slave will be a doctor. There was no further conversation,
nothing. I obeyed and he put me through Med School at U.S.C.
which ain’t cheap.”
Yoshie told me
all about the bus accident that occurred the first day he joined the
ER. He hadn’t been there more than half and hour. He didn’t know
where anything was, and had to keep asking nurses for stuff. He
said he got through it with a second year resident who took him under
his wing. He said it’s steady paced work all day long, but he
loves it. He asked if he could tell Master Sam and Master Earl what we
discussed about the cards. I said sure. He did and Master Sam said,
“Well,— if it
has to happen at all that would be a good place. I don’t wish the
man harm, but he would be very vulnerable at a time like that. Think
you can handle it, Son?”
“With your love,
our family’s love, and Beau’s protection...? I can handle it,
Dad.”
Yoshie and I
cleaned up and finished in the kitchen. Our Master’s were sitting
in Master Sam’s spa and invited us to join them.
“The key to your
collar is on the table, Son. Give it to your Master so he can
take it off.” I did and sat by Master Earl as he took my collar
off. Yoshie was curled up in Sam’s big arms. I did the same with my
Master and was in heaven.
“Nephew,
indeed!” I winked at Sam. He smiled and shrugged. and replied,
“Yeah! Ain’t it strange, he has a nephew named Yoshie.” He
and I fell out laughing. Yoshie and my Master didn’t understand until
Sam told them the story about finding me laughing at something Jake
tossed of to me about Sam. Then they laughed, too.
The door bell
rang and Sam ushered Jake out to the patio. I got out of the tub
and got him all wet on his coveralls hugging him.
“Dad, did you
get to meet my Master at the ceremony. You were out of there so
fast I didn’t get to introduce you.”
“I met your
Master on his bike at work one morning. You introduced me
then. Hello, Master Earl, how are you? Good to see
you again.”
“I’m fine Jake,
won’t you join us?”
“I can’t stay
long, but what the hell, sure, I’d love to for a while.”
Sam offered him a beer and snapped his fingers at me to get him
one. I rushed to the kitchen. I handed dad his beer as he eased
into the hot water. I hugged him again, and thanked him for
giving me into slavery.
“That was a
really sweet thing to do, Dad.”
“What’s a dad
for if he can’t give his favorite son into slavery?” He started
laughing. We all did at the absurdity of the statement.
“Damn, Son, we
really miss you at work. It’s just not the same without you
there. I’ll admit you picked one Hell of a winner in Chief.
Man knows as much or more than I do about some of them damn
trucks. He’s sharp, Beau, and is generous with his knowledge and
help. He can explain something to the dumbest guy there, and he
gets it. Besides, I keep tabs on you through him. He’s good
natured and puts up with my shit.”
“It’s good to
see you, Dad.”
“You too,
kid. Stand up a minute.” I did and he whistled.
“You got bigger
tits than my wife, kid.” Sam almost drowned in the tub
laughing. So did I.
“Well, thanks,
Dad. I think.” He just laughed. True to his word he
drank his beer and had to leave. I got out with him to see him
off. At the door he hugged me again, and snapped his fingers as
he winked at Sam. I dropped to my knees and kissed each boot,
found his hand waiting, and completed the ritual.
“Get up here
slave and give your old man a hug for the road. Love ya’, kid.”
“Love you, too,
Dad. Thanks for everything.” He smiled real big and was
gone.
“He really loves
you, Beau,” said Sam as he put his arms around my shoulder and walked
me back to the patio, “and you probably do have bigger tits than his
wife.” We all laughed again. It was a wonderful
evening . They had to go to bed early as Yoshie had an early
morning at the hospital, but he would be home by eleven or so.
Master and I stayed in the water for a while longer, enjoying each
other, being quiet, with him doing outrageous things to my tits.
“Your Dungeon
Master said he thought your tits cry out for heavy gage rings.
How do you feel about that slave?”
“You know how I
feel about that, Master. If you want heavy gaged rings in these
tits you own, then I will have them. End of subject.”
“Good answer,
slave. I have to say, I’m leaning to the Dungeon Master’s point
of view. I think I could really get into seeing you with
them. They would be great to play with, and perhaps a cock
piercing, a Prince Albert I think. That would round off your tit
piercing’s very nicely. I can use it as an alternative place to
connect your leash to lead you around. I know Billy would get a
charge out of that.” We laughed.
“Whatever you
decide for me is what I want, Master. I would give you anything,
I love you that much.”
“Well, let’s get
out of here and you can give me a piece of that sweet ass of yours.”
“There is a
God.” I said under my breath and he slapped me on my butt.
It turned out to
be an idyllic laid back weekend. We spent the next day at Master
Earl’s and I got to see Monty again. You remember
Pussleene. Well,— we named her Montgomery because Master Earl
referred to her as his ward. We call her Monty for short. A boy’s
name you say? Well, she’s had her itch removed so she doesn’t
know the difference. She was glad to see me, I think. As glad as
a cat can be, I guess. It was nice to see something familiar from
my past. It was as if she was telling me,
“So nice of you
to visit. I’m happy here. Come back soon. Love ya’! Write when
you get work.” Then she proceeded to curl up in my Master’s lap.
She, too, had fallen in love with him,— the tramp.
Master Sam had
me back to Mt. Washington at nine-fifteen sharp. I couldn’t thank
him enough.
“Didn’t I tell
you, your family would take care of you, Son,— that you have family
now?”
“Yes, Master
Sam.”
“You didn’t
understand when I told you did you? You understand it now, Son?”
“Yes, Master
Sam.”
“Love you.”
“You, too.
My love and thanks to Yoshie.” Master Sam waved as he headed down the
hill. I had tears in my eyes, but my giant had his arms around my
front. He held me tight. I was glad to see him even if I
did have another Hellacious week coming. Believe it or not I was
looking forward to it.
MASTER BERYL
& BLAINE
I continued to
write more in my journal. I would bring it to bed with me so the
Dungeon Master didn’t have to hunt for it, and several times I feel
asleep as he was reading. I tried to log all the feelings and
responses to personalities I could cram into it during the time I had
to write. I somehow managed to get in an hour every morning by getting
up an hour and a half earlier than the Dungeon Master. In the
evenings, I would get in a couple hours during a free period before I
had to start helping with dinner. Sometimes we got take out, and
I had a few more minutes to record my thoughts. I filled almost three
quarters of the journal.
The Dungeon
Master didn’t comment again about it. He felt it might make me nervous
about recording my true feelings. It didn’t. I was who I
was now. I didn’t care what the rest of the world thought. I
wasn’t writing for him to like it nor anyone who should read it. It
was, after all, for me. I was writing with a vengeance about what I saw
as great injustices, not only in my life, but in human kind. It was
doing something to the Dungeon Master. He was looking at me
through different eyes. I was becoming something more than just
his love-toy slave-boy.
He was invited
out to the desert with me. He wasn’t lied to. He was told
Master Earl would be invited as well. He told them he would bring
me out and stay Friday evening, but he had to be back sometime Saturday
morning to check on Jeb. Master Jeb had been in bed for several days
and many evenings I would have to take him his meals. Our continuing
conversations were held in his bedroom. He was now reading every
word of my journal when the Dungeon Master left it on his night stand.
His attitude towards me was changing as well.
I was a slave;
yet, there was a new unspoken respect. It felt good, but I felt I’d
lost something, too. Maybe it was the unqualified acceptance and
earthiness of Master Zack calling me slave that turned me on so
much. I began to think of him and get an erection every time I
recalled him calling me slave. As Einstein once observed: something was
moving. I recorded that in my journal and added I worked this hard to
achieve something I really wanted only to find the thing I most needed
was being taken away form me because of my intellect. That didn’t
seem right.
I recalled the
Dungeon Master’s personal needs speech from the gym and his need for me
being a little less formal in private. Should I expect the same?
I didn’t say ‘I should.’ I just presented the conundrum. It
had its desired effect. I was beginning to get ‘that old feeling’
again as I said goodbye to Master Jeb for the weekend. He
referred to me as his total slave and my old dick went ‘sproing’! Yep,
they got the message. Good, I needed that.
The ride out to
the desert was glorious. We left about four-thirty in the
afternoon to be there by six. I had been looking forward to this
all week. We no sooner passed Kellogg hill than a fellow biker
pulled up along side and gave us the high sign. It was the Chief. He
was invited to the desert as well. It was great to see him again.
He must have left immediately from work. I could imagine the questions
he had to answer for Jake about the coming weekend. I laughed to
myself. Master Jim yelled over his shoulder.
“He cuts a
handsome figure on his bike with his leathers on.” I had to
agree. I didn’t know Chief was going to our gym and was working
out hard. We arrived to find twenty or thirty other bikes spread
around Beryl and Blaine’s little desert cabin.. Tents were thrown
up everywhere. Big rocks were gathered in various places for
campfires. It can get cold in the desert at night even in June
and July. Everyone was there except my Master’s bike. He wasn’t
coming until tomorrow morning. He hadn’t been invited for Friday
night. Beryl knew what he was doing. He didn’t just fall
off the turnip truck.
“It’s the
Dungeon Master, Beau and the Chief” Yelled Button as he turned to
look at Master Zack who nodded his approval to go ahead. Button
ran up to me, I gathered him in my arms, and kissed him. He was
getting a dark tan running around with no clothes in the desert. He
held up his cherished gold medallion for me to see. I kissed it for him.
“You look
gorgeous with that medal on. You’re gorgeous without it, but it
sure looks handsome on you, little one.” I kissed him
again. He thanked me and told me he loved me again. I
assured him I still loved him as he led me by the hand to his Master.
There in front of all assembled I dropped to my knees and lovingly
kissed each of Master Zack’s boots. I found his strong hand
waiting. I kissed it lovingly as well. He spoke firmly,
“Arise slave and
kiss your Master.” I leaped into his arms to kiss
him. He moved my hand to his crotch, I did the same with his and
we ended the kiss by breaking up laughing in each others arms.
“Forgive me,
Master Zack, for not taking my clothes off first. No,
Master Zack, please don’t forgive me and make me do it all over again
when I do get my clothes off.” We started laughing again. It was
obvious there was something special between the three of us.
“Then you are
NOT forgiven slave!” He winked at me and we laughed again. Button
knew the joke and laughed, too. He was so happy Master Zack and I
had become Master/slave friends. I was wondering if Button would get
upset if I offered to please his Master. I wanted to bad. There was
just something about Master Zack. Button felt it, too. He
knew the magnetic attraction his Master held and wanted to serve him
more and better. Would I help him, teach him some things?
Would I? I whispered to Button,
“You hold him
down, Button, and I’ll rape him here in front of all these people.
We’ll show them how two good slaves can pleasure a Master.” It set off
a giggle spree in Button that made everyone curious to know what I’d
said to him. He wasn’t about to tell a confidence his older
brother shared with him, not even with his Master. Again, Zack
knew when to back off.
Button was
coming out of his shell and everyone was falling in love with
him. He had an impish personality, a delightful sense of humor,
and a biting wit. He didn’t use it often, but when he did he
leveled the camp. Master Zack was blooming, he was so happy with
Button. He was beginning to be attractive to a lot of
people. Even Master Beryl told me he had never seen Zack this
handsome and happy. He radiated. Chief even noticed.
I spotted Master
Grainger and Master Bull coming towards us. They were two, drop
dead, handsome straight men. They were the only two straight men
I’d asked to stand up for me at my ceremony. They had big smiles on
there faces and were followed by their ladies. I was about to drop to
my knees in front of them when I heard this booming, basso profundo
voice barking behind me.
“What the Hell’s
going on here? I’m Master of this house and it’s my due to be
kissed first by any pretty slave.” Big Beryl started laughing as
I dropped in front of him begging his forgiveness for my breach of
etiquette. I went through the ritual greeting and jumped into his big
arms, telling him how great it was to see him again. The old man was in
tears.
“I have a small
gift in the house for you later. Go greet everyone, and welcome,
handsome slave, to our home.” Everyone cheered. He had me in
tears.
I immediately
turned to Master Grainger winked and fell to my knees. He allowed me to
go through the ritual then gave me the hottest fucking kiss I’d gotten
in days. I hugged and kissed his lady who was groping me all the
while making old swinger very hard. She stood me back and pointed
to my crotch for her mate. Look at that,
“You’re a fool
not to bid on this one.” We all laughed at her joke.
Master Bull was
next. He looked just like his name. He was a fucking, good
looking bull. I’d heard that wasn’t how he got his name. It was because
of his other attributes. When he kissed me he held me tight, and
I could feel the bull rising. Woah! Dogies! He was a
bull! I kissed his lady and told her she was one lucky
lady. She just giggled.
I must have
kissed fifty pairs of boots, kissed an equal number of Masters,
straight men and women in the Clan Mc Innis. I was so glad to see
them all again. Surprisingly, a lot of them commented on the
passage from my journal the Dungeon Master read. They said they were
moved to tears and wanted to know if they could get a copy. I told them
to ask the Dungeon Master as he had final say. He asked my blessing to
print it, and I gave it. I finally got into the house and there were
two or three more including handsome Chief who Button had just gotten
through with the ritual greeting. I, too, went through it with
him.
“You know you
don’t have to go through that with me.” he whispered as he kissed me on
the neck.
“Of course I do,
Master Redfeather. You before others. You are my savior, and a
very important Master to me. Please don’t deny me my place,
Chief.” He smiled.
“Becoming a
slave has made you wise beyond your years.” Finally I got to my brother
in the kitchen who had no clothes on and was talking to Master
Zack. I hugged and kissed Blaine and apologized for not getting
to him quicker. “My hero, I know
you well enough to know if there's one Master left with a decent pair
of boots to kiss old Blaine can take a number.” we all three
exploded with laughter. He was funny and knew me too well.
“Slave!” The
Dungeon Master snapped his fingers for me to follow him to the
bedroom. I did as ordered. He and Master Beryl were alone
with me. I started taking off my clothes.
“Master Beryl
wants you to put your boots, chaps and vest on for the afternoon
slave. He got his collar out of his bag for me, and put it on,
then snapped his leash to the front of it. I quickly dressed as
the two big men chatted. When I finished Master Beryl turned
around to check out my plug. He pressed on it telling me to push
back. I responded to his order.
“Good, Dungeon
Master. Nice tight fit. Seated well. Good job.” He
grabbed my leash and pulled me to his big face and gently kissed me
again. I loved this old man. He led me back out into the
crowd of people to ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaaahhs.’ Some one started applauding
and they all picked it up. I just blushed as they all gathered around.
“Now, slave,
take off your vest for your family to see.” ordered Master
Beryl. I did and there were audible gasps. Then they
applauded again.
“Is this the
same slave you met out here a couple of months ago?”
“ Noooo....”
They all allowed.
“You’re looking
good, Son.” He gave me a big bear hug. I noticed Master
Bull and Grainger were impressed. To say nothing of their ladies.
The one just kept shaking her head goading Master Grainger,
“I told you he
was gonna’ be a prize but noooooo.” She winked at me
wickedly. I put my vest back on and sat at the bar with Master
Beryl. Blaine handed us a beer and Master Jim one, too. He
sat down to join us. Big Beryl pushed this tiny gift rapped
package with a tiny bow toward me.
“This is for
you, Son.” I opened it quickly and found a tiny card inside that
read : “Spend them wisely.” was the cryptic message neatly printed on
the card. I pulled the cotton padding off the top and underneath
were two, brand new, freshly minted pennies. I threw my arms around him
and ask him how he knew what I wanted?
“‘Cause I knew
where you’d spend ‘em, slave.” he roared with
laughter. I handed the box to Master Jim who almost fell off the
bar stool laughing. Blaine had this silly grin on his face.
He was pleased at my reaction.
“Could I spend
one in the barn, Dad? If we can find the time to get away.”
“Hell, we’ll
make time to get away. You betch’um, Little Beaver. You
need another this soon?”
“If you could
find it in that big heart of yours to spoil me a little...?”
“You’ve become
wicked again. Yep! We gotta’ take care of that, Son.”
He couldn’t stop laughing.
“What do you
think about asking Master Zack to come along and watch, Dad? Not
Button, just Master Zack!”
“I think that’s
a fine idea, Son, Zack is special to me.”
“I know he is,
and he’s become so to me. I would love for him to watch.”
“Done!
I’ll talk to Zack and set it up. Blaine can occupy Button.
Button’s gotten so loved, the whole family will keep him
occupied. You don’t want to ask Jim?”
“No, Dad, he has
his time with me. Please consider this for Master Zack’s sake to
be included.”
“Good idea! Good
idea, Son! He could use that right now. Make him feel special
with us,— included, right?”
“Exactly,
Dad. Master Zack needs that right now, but please clear it with
the Dungeon Master first. He’s not only my Master, he’s our
family’s new Dungeon Master and deserves our respect.”
“Of course, Son,
leave it to me. It’s good as done. We just have to find the
time.” He chuckled. Button ran up and grabbed my hand and wanted to
take me for a walk through the camp site. I took my beer and he
led the way. We were greeted by everyone asking us to sit with
them. We stopped and he crawled into my lap, played with my cock and
balls as we chit-chatted.
Others brought
their chairs over to join. It was a wonderful evening with
family. These rugged, gentle folk were fast becoming my family. I
cared about these people and began to learn about them and their
lives. The sun was going down. It must have been about eight
o’clock. It stays light on the West Coast later due to time changes.
Button was getting restless and wanted me to go for a walk with
him. I knew when he wanted to be alone with me, so I walked with
him into the huge rocks in the desert. The late afternoon colors
were making the desert into a magic place. He put on his heavy
pair off boots and a pair of chaps that fit him like a glove.
They made his little ass looked like a cherry on top of a sundae.
“Beau, my Master
hasn’t said anything to me, but I know he would like for you to
pleasure him. Would you consider it, please,— for me.”
“Button,
darlin,’ you’re one Hell of a good little slave to love your Master so
much to want him to have pleasure from someone else. If I’m going
to be his slave for a weekend you must consider I have no choice if he
wants me that way. I must obey. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be a
pleasure for me as well. I’ve come to love your Master very
much. I respect and admire him. My question for you would
be, could you watch? Would it upset you to watch?”
“Oh God,
no, Beau. If Master Zack would let me, I'd love to watch
and try to learn something. I don’t have to. It would make
me just as happy knowing he was with you, and you were pleasing
him. I haven’t been a good slave for Master Zack, but what you
said to me woke me up. I’m owned by a good man who loves me, and
has gone through Hell with me and for me. He deserves the best
damn slave I can be to him. I’m working every day to become that
Beau. He’s happy with my progress, but I know I need to learn
some things about pleasing him. Watching and asking questions
later will help me. I would be so grateful.”
“All right, if I
get off alone later with Big Beryl and your Master for a while, do I
have your permission to share what we’ve just talked about with him.”
“Sure,
Beau. I sometime have a hard time talking to him because I know
how my heart feels, but I can’t find the right words. Maybe, it’s
because I’m too much in love with him, I’m so afraid of fucking up. I
end up doing nothing when I wanted to tell him what was in my heart.”
“It will come,
Button,— it will come, just give it time. He loves you more
than you know and is patient with you to a fault. Give your old
man the benefit of the doubt. I’ll get Master Beryl to have him take a
ride with us later and I’ll talk to him”
“Oh, thank you,
Beau. I love you so much for what you’ve done for me and him.
It’s so much easier for me to talk to you. I appreciate you
listening.”
“You’re welcome,
sweetheart. Now, let’s get back, you’re getting chilled. Here,—
take my vest.” I put it around him and it hung almost to his
knees. He looked cute in it. I led him by the hand back to the
campfire where Master Zack was sitting. He got up and saw I gave
Button my vest and he smiled warmly.
“Master Beryl
asked if I could take a brief ride with the two of you as time
permits. I would be pleased and honored, slave.”
“Damn, Master
Zack, you did it again” we started laughing, the three of us. I
have a few things to discuss with you when we get away, that is, with
your permission, my good Master.” “You certainly
have my permission, slave.”
“Woah! Dogies!
Do you realize what a hot dad you have, Button?”
“I do, Beau, and
I really love him.” Zack grabbed Button and kissed him.
“Now,— give Beau
his vest, and let’s get some more clothes on you, scamp. Thanks slave,
that was thoughtful of you. I’ll add that to your list.” I put my
vest back on and headed for the house. It was getting cool in the
desert. My buns were cold.
“It’s a
go. All systems checked out and the bird flies sometime tomorrow
afternoon. You don’t think Earl will mind, do you?”
“Not if you tell
him the truth. You feel I need a booster and I requested it. Tell
him you’re teaching Master Zack the whip. Which you are doing,
aren’t you, Dad?”
“Humm, oh yes,—
yes! Definitely, Son! Definitely! Besides, what am I worried
about? I paid to have you as my slave for the weekend.
You’re not officially his slave yet. I’ll just tell him the truth, I’m
going to get away for an hour or so with you and Zack. He doesn’t
need to know what for.”
“He’ll know,
Dad, not much gets by that man. Better to be honest with him,
he’ll respect you a lot more.”
“I think you’re
right, young’un. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, leave it to
me. Just be ready when I give you the high sign.”
“Can’t wait,
Dad.”
“Neither can
Zack. Thought he was gonna’ drop his load when I invited him and
told him you requested he be there. He asked, ‘Did he really?’ I
assured him you did then he said, ‘I really think a lot of that
slave, I would love to watch. He said he was pretty good
with a bull whip, too. You want me to test him and if I think
he’s good enough...?”
“Absolutely,
Dad, look at my dick.” he roared with laughter. I said goodbye to
Master Jim early the next morning. He wanted to get back to check
on Master Jeb. I really think he would have preferred to stay.
There was a
party mood all day Saturday and people were in and out of the
pool. Most were running around in the nude. Even the straight
folks were in the buff. The two straight men who were in my slave
ceremony were two fine looking specimens of the masculine, male
species,— a credit to their gender. They weren’t the least intimidated
by the others. One or the other had Button in their laps all day
long. Because he was small and cute he could get away with a lot
of shit others couldn’t. Clever boy, he quickly learned to use it to
his advantage. He did look funny with just his balls hanging
down. I understood why he wanted to be smooth. The straight
men he adored were less threatened, and would show him more attention
because of not having a penis. He wanted it all gone. I couldn’t
blame him, I would've felt the same. Bull and Charlie Grainger
were outstanding looking men. I would have loved to sit in either
one’s lap for a while.
Master Earl
arrived and said ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’ to Big Jim on the way up the
road. He was sorry to hear Jeb was down. Being the official
Dungeon Master, Big Jim told him to bring me back to Mt. Washington so
Beryl wouldn’t have to make a special trip. Earl D. promised he would
as he’d like to see Jeb for a few minutes to see how he was
doing. He arrived and all Hell broke loose.
“It’s Earl D.
everyone!” Someone yelled. He was instantly mobbed.
Everyone knew our story by now, and were so glad to see him for me as
well. I walked to him and dropped to my knees. We went through
our greeting ritual. Everyone was going, “Awwwh.” When he finally
pulled me up to him and kissed me they all went nuts, whistling and
cheering. They were good, caring folks. They were happy for us
and particularly for him. Damn, he looked hot in his leathers and
high boots. Even the straight ladies made damn sure they got a kiss
from handsome Earl D. Several of the straight men gave him a kiss
as well. Grainger and Bull weren’t shy. It seemed like even the
‘straights’ displayed more affection in our group than any other group
of people I ever encountered. It just seemed to be the thing to
do.
I left Josh
Cochran’s cock with Master Earl to bring with him to show Beryl and
Blaine. Master Earl could pack it away safely in his saddle bags. I was
worried if I carried it in my bags it might get broken.
Yoshie found two blocks of styerfoam we scooped out so it fit
tight and was protected on all sides. Then we tied it together
with heavy twine. We took it into the bedroom and called Beryl,
Blaine, and Master Zack as they saw it in block form at brunch
that day. I carefully opened it to show them. They were
amazed.
“It’s a fucking
work of art!” Exclaimed Blaine. I told him I had the same
reaction. Master Zack held it and turned it over and over.
“How in the Hell
did Yoshie’s dad get it so highly polished? It’s like looking at
a real cock inside a glass cock.” Zack was impressed.
“I hope we can
find Josh someday. It would be a shame to put that much love into
an object and not be able to present it to him.” Blaine
exclaimed. “It’s fantastic!”
“I couldn’t
believe it when they showed it to me.” said Master Earl. It was a
wonderful idea of Beau’s and Yoshie’s to do that, I never
would've thought of it.”
“Neither would
I, Son.” spoke Big Beryl.
“Is Master Sam
and Yoshie coming out, Dad?” I asked Big Beryl.
“Yoshie has
early morning shift at the hospital and won’t get off ‘til around noon
and then they’ll be out. Breed won’t be here. He’s
somewhere up in Oregon still riding with his buddy, Captain Nemo.
He gives us a call every Sunday morning to let us know he’s okay. He
took a leave of absence from his job and wants to spend a couple months
on the road with this guy. If you want to know what I think, I
think he’s got something going with this guy, and because the man is a
hard charging Master doesn’t want us to know. I met him before I
met Blaine and he was one rough motherfucker. Didn’t take shit off
nobody. He wasn’t so much of a Hell raiser,— you just knew better than
to fuck with the man. When you got to know him better he was a quiet,
decent man. Wait’ll I tell Breed you’re here, he’ll wanna’ talk to you
for sure.”
“I’d like to say
‘Hello’ to him, too.” I told Master Beryl.
“Come guys,
let’s leave these two alone for a bit.” Master Beryl left with
Blaine and Master Zack.”
Master Earl was
in good spirits. He seemed on top of the world. He held me
and stood there for a moment.
“I know it’s
only been a week, but I’ll be honest, the weeks seem longer and longer
without you. You remember the last week before training you devoted to
me, and the weekend we spent together. That was one of the
happiest times of my life. I can’t wait for all this to be over
and settle down as Master and slave.”
“I’m glad to
hear that, you know I feel the same. The way the Dungeon Master
has me going before sunup ‘til eight in the evening, the days go by
fast.” I took my vest off for him to admire.
“Damn, slave,
you’re popping out all over your body. You look fucking great,
Son. Jim really knows what he’s doing. I think I want you
to keep it up after training?”
“I’d like
to. Won’t it depend on our scheduling, Master? If the
Dungeon Master and I can keep up the early morning routine. I
wouldn’t want to be away from you in the evenings. By the way, have you
noticed how big he’s getting.”
“He is,
indeed. When he took his clothes off Sunday I was
impressed. He’s getting massive.” responded Master Earl. I
mentioned that Big Beryl said something about taking me for a brief
ride later. He wanted to show me something.
“Yeah! He
wants to take you back to that barn. Oh, well,— you’re his slave
for the weekend. I’m lucky to get to see you at all. Just
tell him to leave some ass for me.”
“I will,
Master.” we both laughed.
“Are you afraid?”
“No, Sir,
I can’t wait.”
“I love you,
slave.”
“No more'n I
love you, Master.”
“I’ll get the
lotion ready. I brought some good stuff just in case” He
laughed. The day went by and everyone was having a good time. I noticed
bikes coming and going. I saw the two good looking straight men take
off for a ride. Then about four o’clock I got a signal from Big
Beryl and ran to get on his bike. I just had my chaps, boots and
vest on. Master Zack was all ready on his bike, and winked at me as I
climbed on in front of Big Beryl; he didn’t want me on the back,
he wanted me laying on top of him on the front. I wasn’t going to
argue. Button waved to us as we went down the back way.
After a while we
reached the deserted black top road that was never used anymore and Big
Beryl took off like a bat out of Hell. Master Zack kept right up
with him. Big Beryl was a good rider and so was Master
Zack. I’ll bet Beryl taught Zack. We turned off on the other dirt
road and finally came upon the deserted old barn; except, it wasn’t
deserted today. There were two bikes out to the side.
Grainger’s and Bull’s. Big Beryl followed by Master Zack pulled
right into the center of the big barn and there they were naked as jay
birds having sex. They didn’t get upset, they knew we didn’t give a
shit.
“You boys
playing off on the girls?” Big Beryl asked with a wry smile on
his face.
“Yes, Sir, Dad,
you caught us bear ass and red handed.” Bull laughed. “We just wanted
to try it with each other. See what you guys were all raving
about. To tell you the God’s honest truth, I could fall in
love with old Charlie, here, real fast.”
“Same
here.” said Charlie Grainger. “Bull fucked holy Hell out of
my ass this afternoon, and I loved it. Makes me wonder why we put up
with them bitches all these years.”
“What do you
mean you ‘could’ fall in love with old Charlie, Bull,— Hell,— the
two of you've been in love with each other for as long as I’ve known
you. You just never did nothing about it. You two belong
together,— without the cunts.” Bellowed Big Beryl. Bull and
Charlie smiled at each other knowingly.
“What brings you
guys up here, Dad?” Charlie asked.
“We’re gonna’
perform a little private ceremony. You gentlemen are welcome to
stay and observe if you like. That all right with you, Son?”
“I’d be honored
if these two respected gentlemen would stay.”
“How ‘bout it
bro? Wanna’ stick around?” Grainger nodded yes to Bull.
“Do we have to
dress, Dad?” Bull asked laughing.
“Hell, no!
You may wanna’ have you cock’s handy when you see our ceremony.” Big
Beryl led me to the center of the barn to the overhead pulley.
“Stand next to
me, Son. You two pull your boots on and get your ass’s over
here." They quickly did as they were told and stood next to
Master Zack.
“Okay, slave,
we’re ready for you to show your Masters respect.” I kissed and
cleaned Master Beryl’s big boots and went through the ritual with him. “You know I’m
doing this ‘cause you’re my son and I love you?”
“Yes, Sir, Dad,
and I love you for doing if for me.”
“Now,— show
these Masters you’ve invited your homage and respect.”
“Thank you,
Master.” I licked and partially cleaned Master Zack’s boots next and
got a roaring hard on. When he ordered me up and called me his
slave. I noticed his cock inside his cod piece pants was peaking out
the top. I stood up, he fell out laughing, and so did I. I had to
hold on to old swinger to keep from poking him in the stomach. He
grabbed me and kissed me passionately.
“Thanks for
asking me to come along. Thanks for including me. It means a lot
to me, slave. In a way, you’re doing for me the same damn thing
you did for my love. I’ll enjoy this more than you’ll ever know. We’ll
smile about it with each other for years.” he laughed then added, “You
have two more fine looking Masters to pay homage to.”
I started on
Bull’s boots next and did a good job on them. They were really a
hot pair. After the ritual he ordered me up gruffly,
“Get you ass up
here pronto slave and give me a kiss.” He snapped his
fingers. He gave me one Hell of a kiss and worked his hands down
to play with my butt plug. He got roaring hard, too. Our
dicks were drooling on each others bellies. He let me go and turned to
Charlie.
“Look what the
little shit did to me? Fuck bro let’s stop talking about it and rape
the shit out of him some night.” I was working on
Grainger’s boots when I felt his big hand on my butt. He slapped it
pretty hard a couple of times and then pushed in on my plug.
After my ritual I stood up and he was stiff, too. He grabbed me and
kissed me passionately.
“I’m with you
bro, I say we go for it.” they both fell out laughing. They
watched as Master Beryl tied me to the over head rope. He drove
stakes in the ground and had short ropes tied to them. He
attached them to each ankle so my legs would be kept apart.
He undid my leather pants and pulled them down below my thighs. He
pulled me up with the over head pulley contraption so my feet were
barely touching the floor. He tied off the rope to a nearby beam and
left me there. He sat an old beer bottle on a post in another section
of the barn. He walked to his bike and got out his eighteen foot
‘Blacksnake’ bull whip and shook it out. Grainger and Bull’s eyes
got really big.
“You gonna’ use
that on the kid, Dad?”
“He’s had it
before,— he knows what to expect.” Beryl handed the whip to
Master Zack.
“Lemme' see what
you can do, Son. That beer bottle is approximately seventeen to
eighteen feet away. Let me see you knock it off.”
“You want me to
knock it off or retrieve it, Sir?”
“Retrieve
it? What the Hell you talking about, Son?” With that I
heard Master Zack take a practice swing with the whip to get it’s
feel. The next shot the whip leaped out, rapped around the bottle
without damaging it, and with one, well timed, swift yank it flew back
across the barn to Master Zack. Zack caught the bottle in his
left hand, as if it was something he did every day of his life.
With a wry smile he handed the beer bottle to Master Beryl.
Beryl’s mouth hung open and the other two men were holding on to each
other in laugher. Big Beryl grabbed Zack in a big bear hug.
“Teach me that
sometime, Son?”
“Anytime,
Dad.” They shook on it.
“Okay Son,
I’ll go first and then you can get him off. He’ll take about ten
and then he shoots.”
“What da’ ya’
mean he shoots, Dad?” Bull asked. Big Beryl smiled at
Bull’s question.
“Just watch and
learn, gentlemen.” I heard the whip crack once. I heard the
second and knew the next one was for me. I braced myself and
positioned my ass in the air for him.
Kracckk! I
lunged forward. It was a damn good first lick. One, Sir! Thank
you, Master!
Kawwaacck!
“Five, Sir! Oh! That was a damn good one, Sir! Thank
you, Sir!” I Yelled.
He came to me
and rubbed my ass gently. Grainger and Bull stood in front and to
the side of me both with roaring hard-ons.
“Can we give him
a kiss, Dad?”
“Sure, he’d
appreciate that about now.” They kissed me gently and told me they were
amazed and proud to be a part of this ceremony. Big Beryl came around
front, I could feel Master Zack’s hand gently caress my ass and
play with my plug a bit. Big Beryl kissed me gently.
“It’s better
this time, ain’t it, slave?”
“Yes, Sir!
I love you, Master Beryl!” He hugged and kissed me again.
“I love you,
too, Son. Now, I’m giving Master Zack the pleasure of gettin’ you
off. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“You been
reading my mail again, Dad?” he just howled. Zack’s
hand stopped all the pain. Zack came around front and held
me, kissed me again passionately.
“You know this
is gonna’ bond us pretty damn tight? You will forever be my slave
in my heart, you know that don’t you, slave?”
“I couldn’t wish
for a better Master and friend, Master Zack. Take me as your
slave. I will serve you with pride in my heart.” I knew he
understood I was meant for another; however, he wanted this closeness
with me, and I damn sure wanted it with him. He had become an important
person to me. I don’t know how to describe the feeling except to
say it felt right for both of us. He kissed me again quickly, and
whispered before he walked back to the other men,
“I take two test
strokes.” I thanked him for that. I heard his two test strokes
and knew the next one was mine.
Karraack!
Oh, God! Six, Sir! Thank you, Master Zack! That was a good one,
Sir! He was better than Big Beryl and I could feel it.
Kaarracck!
Seven, Sir! Good one, Master Zack! Thank you, Sir!
Krraacckk!
Eight, Sir! Another good one, Sir! Thank you, Master Zack!
Krraaackkk!
Nine, Sir! Oh ,Sir! I can’t hold it any longer...”
Krraacccckk!
I yelled ‘Ten, Sir’ as I shot six feet into the air. “ANOTHER, PLEASE,
MASTER ZACK!!”
Krraccckkk!
Aauuugggh! I shot another spurt three feet into the air. Thank
you, Master Zack . ONE MORE PLEASE!
KKAARRAACK!
It was a damn good hit and I emptied the rest on the ground. I
begged for one more from Master Zack. He looked at Beryl and he
nodded to Zack.
KKRRAACCKK!!
It lifted me off my feet and I spurted more, from where I don’t know.
In an instant, all three were on me, holding me, and unting me.
“Now do you
understand ‘shooting’, gentlemen?” Big Beryl laughed at Bull and
Charlie.
“Fucking
unbelievable!” said Bull “If you’d told me it was possible I would 've
called you a damn liar. Yet I witnessed it for myself. You
can’t tell anybody about this, they simply wouldn't believe it, right
Charlie?” Charlie was speechless.
We’re not
through yet. Dad and Master Zack helped me to Dad’s bike, and I
straddled the banana seat. Big Beryl popped my plug out and wiped
me with a tower he brought along. With no ceremony he popped off his
cod piece. He was rock hard. He spit in his hand and lubed his rod,
stroking it as he did. Then in one swift stroke he was in
me. I lay back on the seat and hung my head back and pulled
Master Zack to me and licked his cod piece. “What are you
waiting for, Son,— an engraved invitation?” Master Zack popped
off his cod piece from his leather pants and let his handsome cock and
balls out on my face. I kissed his balls, and cock then ask if I
might take it.
“Permission
granted slave.” He got even harder as I took him all the way down
my throat. I pulled him into me with my hands pulling on his butt.
“Put you hand
under his neck, Son, to support him and then fuck him just like I’m
gonna’ do.” Master Zack put his hand under my head and found it
was a good way to stabilize his stroke into to my throat. He took it
slow at first then saw I wanted it hard and begin to give it to me.
I could feel Dad
plowing my red earth in the lower forty. He was working in my ass good
and strong and I knew the old man wasn’t gonna’ take too long. Grainger
and Bull were on opposite sides of the bike watching and pounding their
meat getting near exploding. Master Zack was almost there, too, when I
felt Big Beryl’s flow start. The big man yelled to me ,“GET IT
SLAVE! I KNOW YOU HAVE ONE MORE IN THERE! I ain’t a’ gonna’
stop fucking you until you DO! I shot and felt one final lunge
from Master Zack as he emptied into my stomach. He stopped and
just rested with it all the way down my throat as Grainger and Bull
moved in closer to empty their come heavy balls on my chest and face.
Master Zack was so far down my throat his low hanging balls were
resting in my eyes covering my nose. I could smell his maleness and his
sexual pheromones as he lay resting, pumping the last of his fluids
down my throat.
“I better pull
out slave I gotta’ piss bad! I reached up behind his ass and held
him locked into my throat.
“Give it to him,
Son, he wants it. From you it will be a great honor and pleasure
for him. Look at his dick.” It was standing straight up
again. I held Master Zack even tighter to impress him I wanted
it I felt his flow begin and he didn’t stop. It was far enough
down my throat I didn’t have to swallow nor would I have a gag
response. Big Beryl’s cock was still soaking way up in my
ass. He rubbed my belly as Master Zack filled it with his hot
piss.
“Damn, Charlie,
look at that. If you could learn to do that I’d dump that bitch and
marry you tomorrow. Hell, he’s filling his belly up. Holy
shit, that’s hot.” Master Beryl continued to rub my belly as Master
Zack finished. I still held him tight.
“He knows you’ve
got a couple squirts left Zack and he doesn’t intend to let you waste
‘em.” Master Zack rubbed my head gently.
“He’s
right! There,— he just got some more. I might have,—
yeah,— awwwh. That’s such a fine feeling, your hot
piss going down a slave’s throat who not only knows how to take a man’s
piss but enjoys it, too. Your tops in my book slave.”
I patted him on
both cheeks as he slowly withdrew allowing me to suck the last drops of
his piss and clean him at the same time. I even got one final squirt to
taste. He was strong. A strong man flavor that made me know I was
gonna’ want more of him. The way he enjoyed it I knew it was a priority
to talk to Button about. I was going to teach that little slave
to take this man’s piss or know the reason why. Slowly Master Zack
pulled completely out, leaned over and kissed me upside down. Big Beryl
started to withdraw Big Cecil but I didn’t want him to.
“That’s
one, none of us will forget any time soon.”
“You got any
piss in you, Bull?” asked Charlie.
“Yeah, I need to
piss right now. What of it?”
“I’m calling
your bluff, motherfucker, right here in front of God and members of our
family. I may not take it as well as the kid but I’ll drink as much of
you as I can to see if you mean what you say or if you’re just shooting
your Goddamn mouth off.”
“On your knees,
slave! ‘Cause if you take me you will be my slave. Make no
mistake about your decision. We’ll ride back to camp and dump them
bitches as fast as we can so’s not to ‘cause too much hassle to dad,
here. We come back to Zack’s, and dad, here, does us a
ceremony. You’ll become my slave for life. Think, Charlie! This ain’t
no drunken game! Don’t ask me for my piss unless you’re deadly
serious about becoming my slave. Once you take me, there’s no
turning back, I won’t allow it. You can take that to mean exactly
what it says, Charlie. Meantime, you move in with me as soon as I kick
out my old lady ‘cause your gonna’ be my new pussy. Take it or leave
it, Son, that’s the way it’s gonna’ be. As for you calling my
bluff, I don’t think so. Beryl’s right, so was Cowboy. I’ve
dreamed about owning your ass as my slave for too many years to be
bluffing. All those times I joked about getting into your ass, I wasn’t
kidding. If you dropped your pants just once, I would’ve made you
my slave. So, be damn sure this is what you want, partner, ‘cause
once you drink my piss, you’ll never fuck another broad or anything
else with your dick without my permission.”
Charlie hit his
knees and managed to get Bull’s thick cock way down his throat as he
watched me do. He gaged a couple of times, but Bull encouraged
him, petted him, talked gentle to him and he took more until he was
past the gag and swallow zone. We watched as he placed his hands
on Bull’s butt and gently squeezed.
“Here it comes,
boy. You’re no longer my brother, Charlie, you’re now my slave
for life.” We could see Bull’s flow began. Charlie
took all of Bull. Filled his gut more full than mine. He looked
pregnant. When Bull got the last several squirts out he lovingly
rubbed Charlie’s head and slowly pulled out to his mouth.
“Gonna’ give you
a little to taste your old man, your new Master, on our ride back.” He
pissed just a little more into Charlie’s mouth and you could see
Charlie’s surprise that the taste wasn’t as bad as he thought. He
began to suck Bull for more.”
“All right, just
a little more, slave.” Charlie savored a bit more of Bull’s
golden treasure. Bull smiled at his new slave and patted him
lovingly on his head.
“All right,
slave, show your new Master your homage and respect. You know the
drill.” Charlie kissed, licked and tried as best he could to
clean Bull’s big boots and found Bull’s hand waiting. Charlie
gently and lovingly kissed the back and put it to his forehead.
“Rise, my
slave, and show your new Master your love for him.” Damn!
Charlie was in Bull’s arms in a heartbeat and they kissed a kiss that
almost set the damn barn on fire. Big Beryl said he thought he
was gonna’ have to throw a bucket of water on them.
“Did I convince
you of my seriousness, Master?” Charlie asked Bull.
“I’ve wanted you for years, but was afraid you’d stop being my
buddy if I was honest with you. Let’s quit saying we’re gonna’ do
it. You know I’ll be your slave. Fuck it, Bull, I love
you.” Bull grabbed Charlie again and kissed him hard.
“I’ve wanted to
hear those words from you for a long time, slave.” He kissed him
again hard. Big Beryl had this wry smile on his face.
“Oh, shut up,
Dad!” Bull laughed.
“Didn’t say a
word, gentlemen!”
“You didn’t have
to, your mind was shouting it at us. Give us your blessing, Dad?
On your knees, slave!” He snapped his fingers and Charlie was on
his knees in front of the old man, Bull was on his knees beside him.
Beryl placed a hand on each of their heads and spoke,
“Charlie and
Bull, you have my blessing on your union. You have a strong
love for each other, don’t deny it any longer. Celebrate it and
live in peace as Master and slave.” Bull snapped his fingers at
Charlie and spoke,
Show the head of
our family your homage and respect, slave” Charlie kissed and
licked Master Beryl’s boots and found his hand waiting. Charlie
kissed the back of it with passion and held it to his forehead.
He had a roaring hard on and had to pull it out of the way to hug and
kiss Master Beryl.
“You may as well
get use to being a slave. Get over there an show the Whip Master
your homage and respect. Now slave!” Bull snapped his fingers at
Charlie and pointed to Master Zack’s boots.
Charlie was
kissing and licking Master Zack’s boots in an instant. He found Master
Zack’s hand waiting for him. He kissed the back of it respectfully and
placed it to his forehead. Master Zack was pleased Bull and
Charlie included him.
“Rise, new
slave, and show this Master your love!” Charlie was up and threw
his arms around Master Zack and the kiss he gave him made my dick hard
again. Master Zack didn’t hold back either. It was like
Charlie wanted to do that to Master Zack for sometime and was so
comfortable with the realization of his fantasy that he was living out
a wet dream before us.
“You’ll make a
fine slave for Bull, Charlie. I always thought he needed a good
slave to take care of him. You both have my congratulations and
blessing as well.”
“Thank you, Whip
Master!” said Master Bull. “Your blessing is appreciated by me and my
new slave, right slave?”
“Yes, Master
Bull.” Charlie replied meekly.
“Say that again
proudly, slave! Hold your head up, I’m proud of you, you be proud of
me. That’s an order, slave!”
“Yes, Master
Bull!” Charlie said with considerably more enthusiasm.“I am very proud
to be your slave, Master Bull, I’ve dreamed of being your slave for
sometime.”
“And you,
slave,” Bull spoke to me, “do we have your blessing as
well?” I fell to his feet, kissed his boots and went through the ritual
again with him.
“You both have
my blessing. I’m proud to have witnessed the breaking down of the walls
between you and know it’s the right thing. You should be very proud of
your decision. I knew I picked the two of you for my slave
ceremony for a reason. I hope I had some small influence on your
decision.”
“You did,
indeed, slave. For all our shit, we have spoken to each other of
our love for you. You, too, have our blessing in your bonding with your
Master. He's as fine a man as you proved to us you’re a good and
worthy slave. Yours will be a fine bonding.” Then he kissed me
once more to seal his blessing.
They
informally hugged and shook hands with Master Zack and complemented him
on his whip work. I was cleaning myself when Big Beryl walked up
behind me.
“You all right,
Son?”
“Oh, Dad,”
I grabbed and hugged him, “it was perfect, thanks. Remind me to
give you both those pennies. It was worth every cent.” He
roared with laughter knowing what I meant but it came out wrong. My
new, respected Whip Master walked up and I fell to my knees and kissed
his boots again. After the ritual and he was holding me I thanked
him and thanked him. I told him with his permission I would love
to refer to him as Whip Master. He’d certainly gained my respect.
“I would be
honored for you to refer to me that way, slave. You truly would
be the one to judge whether I am competent with a Whip.”
“I’m so proud
you consider me your extended slave Master Zack and am really looking
forward to serving you. I will cherish every small pain I have from
your expert whip work. It will keep my poor old dick drooling for
days. I have some things to share with you Button and I discussed
last evening. With your permission.
“Granted,
slave!” I looked at him and winked as my old dick who was drained
twice sprang to attention again. He smiled and just shook his head. I
told him what Button and I talked about and he listened intently.
He told me he knew Button had trouble opening up to him and maybe I
could be a bridge. He was thrilled at the prospect of Button
watching me pleasure him.
“I’ll talk to
him, too, and tell him not to feel left out ‘cause he’ll be right there
watching.”
“I don’t think
he will, Master Zack. He loves both of us so much he’ll be
pleased to see us together.” I knew it was going to work out fine.
“Gentlemen, and
slave.” Bull addressed us . “So there ain’t a lot of strained feelings
in camp tonight, we’ve decided not to tell our women until we get
back. We know you’ll be discreet.” We agreed.
“By the same
token, not a word about what you’ve witnessed here this afternoon.”
said Big Beryl.
“That’s easy
enough.” said Charlie, “Nobody would believe us anyway.” They laughed.
We all climbed
back on our bikes, me in front of Big Beryl, and headed back. I
was glad. The Sun was going down and it was getting cooler. Dad
pulled over for a minute and told me to reach in his saddle bag.
He had one of those small airline blankets he threw around my front and
we took off again. Thoughtful old cuss. My ass didn’t hurt as
much as the first time. It stung a little but not bad.
Master Zack really laid on some good licks. They felt good. I was happy
for Button. I knew from the look on Master Zack’s face he was
going to get fucked so hard tonight his eyeballs would take a week to
refocus.
Master Earl was
there to greet us when we got back. I wrapped the small blanket
around my waist feigning chilliness. Master Earl followed me into
the bedroom.
“Let me see.” he
ordered. I dropped the blanket. “It’s not so bad.” He
laughed.“It was worse the first time.”
“Can we sit in
the hot water, Master?”
“Don’t see why
not, slave, the sulphur in the water might sting a bit but it has
natural healing properties. It should be good for you. Take off your
leathers and I’ll shuck mine off. No, I don’t think you should
try to take my boots off. I’ll make do. Grab us a couple of
towels out of the bath there.”
I took my
leathers off and got the towels for us. I wrapped mine around my
waist. No one was in the hot pool, most were in the regular
pool. Master Earl laughed as I eased my ass down into the
water. Wouldn’t you know, along comes Big Beryl, Blaine, Master
Zack, Button, Charlie, and Bull, all for the hot water. I know they
didn’t see us get in, no one was around. Must be telepathic. They
all looked at each other and fell out laughing. I did too.
Master Earl didn’t get the joke. I explained the details later to
him and he laughed his ass off about Charlie and Bull.
He said he’d
known them for years and they always rode together with their
ladies. Never thought anything would ever go on between
them. They were both so macho and straight acting. Although
they were tolerant to a fault with their gay brothers and would come to
their aid in a second if they were in trouble. They all got in
the pool with us. There was room for all. Master Zack sat
next to me and Button next to him. Beryl was next to Master Earl.
“You’re going to
have yourself one Hell of a slave there Earl D.” allowed Beryl.
“I agree
wholeheartedly.” said Master Zack to him.
“You’re a lucky
man.” spoke Charlie.
“What can I add
except to say I’m happy for you. I’d trade you that cunt of mine for
him in a New York minute. I’d even bend over for you and squeal like a
pig.” Bull chimed in. We all laughed.
“Thank you,
gentlemen. I think I’m pretty lucky, too. I just hope his
ass heals for my weekend with him.” They all fell out laughing
again. Master Zack reached up and rubbed my head.
“I really
enjoyed the ride with you and Beryl, slave. Button and I are
looking forward to you and your Master visiting with us in Joshua
Tree. These guys should be there, too. You guy’s still
coming to our place that weekend?”
“Try and keep us
away.” Laughed Bull. “We’ll be a lot less uptight, I promise you.
Ain’t that right, slave?”
“Yes, Master
Bull.” Charlie replied to him. Bull reached over and kissed him behind
his neck; relaxed and grabbed his new slave’s dick under the water.
“You guy’s have
something you want to share with me?” asked Master Earl innocently.
“Yeah,”
Bull said, “Charlie became my slave today. I love him, he loves
me and we’re dumping the broads. He’s a much better fuck than
they are anyway. I figure in about six months I can train him to
be the slave I want him to be.”
“Don’t know
it’ll take six months, Son.” said Big Beryl “ The way he looks at you
I’d say you have a pretty damn good head start. That man would
eat your shit just to find out where it came from. I can see it in his
eyes every time he looks at you. No offense, Charlie, that was suppose
to be a compliment.”
Charlie
Grianger a handsome, masculine man himself responded to Big Beryl.
“None taken,
Dad, when you’re right, you’re right. I didn’t realize it until the
night of Beau’s ceremony how much I wanted to become Bull’s
slave. I became so jealous of Beau following his heart, becoming
what he wanted to be. I wanted it to be me and have Bull buy me.
I didn’t dare tell him though until after he’d fucked me up one side of
that barn and down the other. I could tell when he kissed me he
wanted me. We just wouldn’t admit it to each other until,— well,—
you know.”
Bull reached
over and kissed him again behind the ear and spoke softly to him but
loud enough for us to hear,
“You gonna’ be
Big Bull’s little pussy, slave-boy, bro?”
“That and
whatever else you want me to be, Master.”
“What if I want
you to have a cunt like, Blaine’s?”
“To be your
slave means I don’t have much say in the matter, now, does it? If
you want me that way, it will be done. Blaine seems to enjoy the
Hell out of his. As long as I can have you in one hole or the other and
serve you I don’t give a big rats ass what you choose to do with me.
I’m tired of putting up a front with those bitches, I just want
to be with you. I trust you to do the right thing when I become your
slave. If that’s the price I have to pay to be with you,— I’ll pay it.”
“Now, now,
let’s take one step at a time, darlin,’ what say?” Bull backed off
smoothing over his ‘Bull of the woods’ attitude. “You know I love you,
Charlie. I’m not a bad ass and you know it. Haven’t I always been
good to you?”
“Yes, Master
Bull!”
“Well, I’ve just
started to be good to you, my slave. You’re gonna’ see just how
good old Bull can be.” They kissed a quick peck.
“Ah, ain’t love
grand? sighed Big Beryl. Everyone broke up because we’d all
been there at one time or other. They just discovered each
other’s love. They were hopelessly in love with each other for years
and never let down the barriers to speak the words. It was like
watching a supernova in a far away galaxy. An explosion of love
like their’s doesn’t happen too often.
“Well, I’m happy
for you guys,— congratulations.” Master Earl stuck his hand out
and they both shook it. I thought for sure they were gonna’ start
making out right there, but they calmed down and cooled it. I looked
over to my left and Button was laying in Master Zack’s arms. Zack
was stroking and petting him whispering little things to make him
giggle. I hoped they were nasty. Button deserved a good fucking
tonight. He got it, too.
“Will you
perform a bonding ceremony at Zack’s the weekend Beau is scheduled to
visit?” Bull asked Big Beryl “We’ll have dumped the broads by that time
and we want to bond before our family.
“Be happy to,
gentlemen. Being in this family now for almost twelve years it’s
gonna’ be a shocker to a lot of folks. You might have to take
some good natured ribbing.”
“Bring it
on. We deserve every word of it for letting this go on for so
many years and never doing anything about it. We deserve what we
get. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”
“I agree with
my, Master, Master Beryl."
“Of course you
do, Son, a good save should.” Laughed Big Beryl. It was
early evening and Master Sam and Yoshie finally pulled up. Yoshie
had to work over as they had a rush in the ER and asked him to stay
several more hours. We were all glad to see them.
Some other folks
were seeing to dinner for everyone. Hot dogs and hamburgers, good
hot German potato salad, chips and dips of all kinds. It was a
treat. Like camping out. Everyone had a good time. The hot
water helped my ass a lot and I asked Master Earl if we could get back
in after we ate. He agreed. We got back in the water and were joined
this time by Master Sam and Yoshie. “Stand up,
slave!” Sam ordered me. I stood immediately facing him.
“Turn around slowly, slave.” I did and heard him and Yoshie start
laughing. “The old man got you again? How funny!”
“I asked him
to, Master Sam.” He stopped laughing and just looked at me
and shook his head.
“You know,
slave, that may be very good for you. If you can’t slay your
dragon’s one way have them beat out of you. No, no,— I’m
not being nasty, I’m dead serious. It may be a way for you to get
rid of a lot of emotional baggage.”
“I always feel
better for days afterward, Master Sam, so perhaps you could’ve hit on
something.”
“There’s
something to that, Sam.” continued Master Earl “I remember Wes used to
beg me to take him to the dungeon and beat his ass when his demon’s
were getting too close. Straighten him right out for a couple of weeks
or more. He would be the sweetest little slave-boy. The closest
he could ever get to letting me know he truly loved me was right after
we had a session in the dungeon. Then since he was killed he’s
showered a lot of love on me.”
Master Earl left
it at that, but we all knew what he meant. The hot water was
doing my ass a lot of good. I was tired and wanted to get to bed early,
but I didn’t want to interrupt my Master’s good time. I lay in his
arms. He was laying almost straight out so I was sort of laying in
between his legs with my head on his hairy chest. He was stroking and
petting me. It felt so good I started to drift off to sleep. I
didn’t want to go to sleep I wanted to serve him. I neglected him the
greater part of the afternoon for my selfish needs, I wanted to take
care of him. The next thing I knew I was being carried by Big Beryl
into our bedroom and deposited on our bed. Master Earl proceeded
to dry me, and I tried to wake up. I told him I wanted to
pleasure him I didn’t want to sleep.
“Shhhuuu,— calm
down. That’s an order, slave.” I calmed right down.
The man meant business.
“I’ll tear off a
piece in the morning. Let’s get some rest, I’m tired, too.” He
pulled me into his arms, and I don’t remember anything until his big
snake was knocking at my back door the next morning. “Let me run to
the shower a minute, Master,— please.” He excused me and I
returned as quickly as possible, clean. I got his big snake
slathered up with my spit and he took me hard. Damn he felt good
inside me. I could use a good comfortable ride on my Cadillac
this morning. He didn’t disappoint me. He never did. He hit his just
before I got mine and emptied himself into my gut as my ass chewed on
his big dick. I lay there in his arms thanking him for the good
fucking and how much I appreciated having his seed inside me.
We got up and he
dressed. He had me put on my cod piece leathers with the piece
removed and the ass opened. He plugged my ass for the day. He put
his collar and leash on me and led me to the kitchen. A number of folks
were up having coffee. Blaine was busy in the kitchen. He
handed us each a cup of coffee, but before I drank I kneeled in front
of Big Beryl and kissed his boots, he allowed me to go through the
ritual and then hugged and kissed me.
“You keep those
pennies to remind you of a wonderful afternoon with your old dad.” he
whispered.
“Thanks, Master,
I will. I wanted to thank you again, it was very special
afternoon. Master Zack is truly a Master with the whip.”
“Tell me. I’m
going to take lessons from that boy. You didn’t see what he did
with a beer bottle. I couldn’t believe his mastery of the
whip. Felt right for you then?”
“Both of you
were great!” He rubbed my ass and it really wasn’t too sore.
“That feels
good, Dad. Now, I wanna’ help Blaine today, please.”
“Get your ass in
there then.” He patted me on the ass again as I went. I asked
Master Earl if he minded if I helped Blaine. He gave his
permission.
“Okay, I’m
reporting for KP duty Lieutenant Kelley. What’s my assignment?”
“Right,—
Corporal slave,— hero,— honey! Pick one! Make another urn of
coffee, follow the instructions on the side and hit the ‘on’
switch. I got busy doing that when the General arrived.
General Oscar. I even called him that and he just giggled.
Billy was with him and Master Bert. We all exchanged
greeting. They ran off to the bed room and returned in a few
minutes without a stitch on.
“Now, you guys
are in uniform.” I joked with them. The phone rang and Big
Beryl picked it up. Everyone got quite so he could hear.
Oscar sized up the progress so far in the kitchen and laid out his plan
of attack. I was about to flip the switch on the coffee urn when I
heard Big Beryl say,
“Yeah!
He’s here, sure you can talk to him. He wants to talk to
you, too. Let me get him. It’s Breed,— he wants to talk to
you.” He handed me the phone.
“Hello, Master
Breed.”
“Please, Beau,—
just Breed.”
“How are you,
brother?”
“You don’t know
how good it is to hear you call me that, Beau, I think I’m falling in
love.”
“That’s
wonderful, bro. Who’s the lucky slave?”
“He ain’t a
slave, Beau.”
“You know that’s
all right, too. We’re not gonna’ stop loving you.”
“I knew you’d
say that. I just wanted to hear it from you. He’s a
wonderful man, Beau, and if he’ll have me I want to be his slave. Will
you help me?”
“Anyway I can,
bro, you know that without asking. I love you, Jimmy.”
“You know I love
you, too, Beau. He remembers you from Nam, Beau. You
patched him up, too. Went through a lot of shit for him he said.
He’s anxious to see you again. We’re gonna’ be on the road a
while longer, but we should be back in about two weeks. He wanted to
cut our trip short just to come back and thank you for saving his life.
I love him, Beau. He’s a beautiful man, a wonderful human being, and I
want to spend the rest of my life serving him. I never would've
considered this if it hadn’t of been for you bro. Meeting you
again and showing me the dignity that can come from serving another man
really did a number on me, sweetheart.”
“I’m glad bro,
you know that. What’s his name?”
“Everyone calls
him Captain Nemo. He gave himself that name for what it means it
Latin. Nothing or Zero. His real name is Joshua Cochran.”
End Chapter 21
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