what if a
dawn
of a doom of a dream bites this
universe in two, peels forever
out of it's grave and sprinkles
nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to
never and ever to twice (blow life to
isn't: blow death to was) all nothing's
only our hugest home; the most who
die, the more we live e e cummings
My knees went
out from under me and thank God, Blaine, my rock, was watching out of
the corner of his eye. He grabbed my arm as I straightened
myself. I was silent for some time.
“Beau, are you
there?”
“I’m sorry, bro,
I was trying to recall him and now I remember. Oh, God, I do
remember him now. I felt so damn bad. I did everything I could,
bro. I got my ass in a lot of trouble hounding those son's of
bitching doctors. I called them every name under the sun and had
to eat shit to keep from being court marshaled.”
“He knows that,
Beau. He’s deeply indebted to you for fighting for him and saving
his life when you went against regs. He wants to thank you personally.”
“Bring him home,
bro. Maybe we can heal each other. I can apologize to him, man to
man, and beg his forgiveness. Oh God, Breed,— I feel so bad I couldn’t
have helped him more. I’ve blamed myself for years.”
“No, no, Beau,—
he doesn’t feel that way at all. He’s so grateful, he’s the
one who wants to relieve you of any burden of guilt. He all ready loves
you for what you did for him, but also because of me describing how
much I love you. You were right, bro, love is catching.” he
chuckled.
“Bring him home,
Jimmy. We’ll love him as much as we love you. He’s welcome. I’ll
give you back to dad but remember no matter what your choice,— we’ll
always love you.”
“I knew that,
but I’m learning some manners. He’s going to make me into a good,
respectful slave, Beau. I want that. I was a miserable failure as a
Master. With your love, and help I know I can be a better slave.
We’ll be home in about a month. I thought about two weeks but he just
reminded me he needs to visit someone in Wyoming and it may be a bit
longer. But we’ll be there before you know it, bro. I need to
hold you in my arms again, Beau,— just to know you’re still there. I
guess I just needed your blessing.”
“You have it,
brother, with all my love. Now, here’s dad again.” I handed the
phone back to dad and he said a few more things to Breed and then told
him to hurry home soon, he loved him. He hung the phone up, I move to
Big Beryl, threw my arms around him and started weeping silently.
Blaine came around and put his arms around me. Dad was soothing
me and Master Earl was, too.
“What did he say
to upset you so, Son.” asked Big Beryl quietly.
“All our guesses
were correct, Dad. He wants to become a slave to this man,
Captain Nemo. He wanted my blessing and I gave it. I told him no
one in this family would love him less. Captain Nemo’s real
name:— Joshua Cochran.”
“Oh my, God!” I
heard Master Earl say behind me.
“No wonder you
went white a minute ago.” said Blaine.
“I never knew
his real name, Son. I rode with him about a year before I met
Blaine. He’s a fine looking man, Son. I never knew he didn’t have
a cock. He never talked about himself very much.” Everyone
was silent for a few minutes. You could hear the coffee dripping in the
urn. Then Blaine asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.
“If he’s a
Master how could he,—?”
“Blaine!” Big
Beryl barked at him, “How could you be a slave without a cock?”
“Good point,
Dad! Besides it’s not up to us to say where or how some one
shares love. There’s all sorts of ways they could have sex.”
“And none of
them are our business. Besides, you don’t have to have sex to
share love.” said Master Earl.
“You’re right,
Earl.” agreed Big Beryl. "Look at Sarge and Titus. Now there's
the most unconventional Master/slave relationship you’ll ever find.
That’s not to imply ours is superior to theirs. It works for
them. It’s simply unique and Sarge is the first one to rub it in your
face.” He bellowed with laughter. Everyone knew what he
meant.
“Well, Son, you
must have seen this coming to have Yoshie’s Dad complete his cock. Sam
and Yoshie just walked in and we told them the news. Yoshie couldn’t
believe it and Master Sam was stunned.
“What are the
chances?” Sam asked Earl D.
“What are the
chances I would give Beau a ticket on his way to give his decision to
Jeb about entering slave training? What are the chances Blaine,
Breed and Chief met up with Beau and each other? Blaine went
through OTS with Joshua Cochran. Someone has to be working behind the
scenes to bring all this to pass. And, I’m beginning to believe
it’s all for a damn good reason we don’t know yet. We will, it’s
just not clear right now.”
“Earl has a damn
good point, Sam. I’ve seen some pretty fantastic shit go on when
this kid is around. So have you.” stated Big Beryl.
“I don’t want to
believe all this, but what other explanation is there?” allowed Master
Sam.
“Sam,— I held
Wes’s spirit in my hand and petted him one evening in Jeb and Jim’s
Dungeon. Blaine, Chief, Jeb and Jim all witnessed it. We could
feel, smell, and touch the little shit. It was like he was sitting
there.” said Big Beryl.
“Yeah, Sam,—
I’ve seen it, too.” added Master Earl.
“There’s no
doubt in my mind it was Wes, Master Sam.” stated Blaine.
“He pulled the
strings to get Chief and me together.” I added.
“How do you know
that, Beau.” Sam asked.
“He told
me.” Master Sam rolled his eyes toward heaven.
“You communicate
with him?”
“Yes, he does.”
They all said in unison.
Button and
Master Zack were listening to all this and Master Zack ask innocently,
“Then the thing
about Beau having some sort of magic is for real?”
“Get him a deck
of Tarot cards and he’ll show you.” My Master defended me.
“I don’t know if
I can read any cards but mine, Master. I’ve never tried.”
“I’ve seen what
he can do and what I told Button was not an exaggeration.” stated Big
Beryl.
“Mine either.”
said Chief.
“Blew me away.”
said Blaine.
“First night we
met him he told Master Earl there was a hidden drawer in his desk he
didn’t even know about and how to open it. Told us Wes told him
where it was and how to get into it. We rushed in, opened it and
guess what was in it?” Billy asked.
“What?” Asked
Sam, Bull, and Charlie together.
“A letter for
each of us plus a book of poems for Beau and some official documents
for Master Jeb. All from Wes.” There was a silence you could cut
with a knife.
“How will you
give it to him, Beau?” Chief asked.
“What are we
talking about here? Give him what?” asked Bull.
“Get it, Beau,
and show them, they won’t believe it unless they see for themselves.”
ordered my Master. I brought Josh’s cock out in the styrofoam case and
carefully opened it. Everyone gathered around.
“No one is to
handle it but Beau to avoid an accident, understood?” Big Beryl
barked. I carefully took it out of the case Yoshie and I made and
showed them all.
“My, God, is
that the man’s penis?” asked Bull in awe and disbelief.
“Yes, I encased
it in a rectangular box of acrylic plastic and Yoshie’s dad, a fine
artist, carved it to the exact shape of his dick with a quarter inch
covering left for preservation.” Bull shook his head.
“I saw some
things yesterday I never would’ve believed unless I saw it for myself
and now I’m seeing another. Earl D. your slave is an unusual and
remarkable young man.”
“We’ve all come
to that conclusion one by one. He seems to have some connection with
everyone in this family someway or another.” said Master Earl.
I carefully
returned the glass cock to it’s protective container and then to Master
Earl’s saddlebags. I wondered how I was going to return it to
Josh. I had faith I would be shown the way.
We had Brunch
and there was food for everyone. Bull and Charlie were with their
ladies and seemed deadly bored with them. They kept sneaking loving
looks at each other. The women knew something was wrong but never
guessed what they were going to find out. I don’t know if Bull and
Charlie told them why they were getting dumped. They just did and
Charlie moved in with Bull the next week.
When they left
they got me and Master Earl alone and promised they would see us at
Zack’s in a month as Master and slave. Bull gave Master Earl his
phone number and asked him to give them a call. They wanted to keep in
touch. They wanted to know us better. They wanted to be family.
They all ready were in the larger sense. Master Earl promised he would
call.
The rest of the
day saw people leave from noon on. Billy, Oscar and Master Bert
were getting ready to leave. Master Bert wanted to talk to Master
Earl. He had a scheduling conflict and didn’t know if he was
going to be able to take me the weekend after him. Would he consider
trading weekends? He told them he didn’t mind as he was invited to
Bert’s place with me anyway. He wanted to talk to me first. Could they
stick around for a minute? He found me and asked my opinion.
“I don’t see why
not, but have Bert clear it with the Dungeon Master first. If he
'okays' it then we can be together the following weekend.” He relayed
what we decided, but he insisted Bert have Big Jim call Master Earl to
let him know it was approved by the Dungeon Master. We didn’t want to
go against his rules or leave him out. Master Bert agreed.
It was late
afternoon and everyone had pretty much taken off. We hugged and kissed
damn near a hundred people who promised to see us at Zack’s in about a
month. I helped Blaine and Button prepare some leftover food for Master
Earl, Big Beryl, Chief, Master Zack and us. We ate quietly at the
picnic tables near the hot water. It was my favorite time in the
desert. The colors, shapes and forms were spectacular.
Animals of all kinds could be seen scurrying about.
“I know we’ve
said it fifty times, Earl and Beau, but we are really looking forward
to your visit at our place in four weeks. We have a nice big
place in Joshua Tree, Beau, near the park and you can roam around all
day in the nude. Nobody will see you. Earl D.’s been there many
times. The house is kind of unique as it sits surrounded by these huge
boulders twenty to thirty feet tall. There are spaces between you
can pass through. You feel protected yet free to come and go. Our
pool is right at the base of one.” Master Zack said.
“We’re looking
forward to it as well Zack.” replied Master Earl. “I can’t thank you
enough for including me. I hope you and Button can come for Saturday
evening and Sunday at my place in two weeks. We think there’s
going to be a scheduling change between Master Bert and me. He wants
next weekend and then I’ll have our slave the following weekend.”
“We’ll try Earl.
Don’t foresee any problems but shit happens.” answered Master Zack.
“I’d love to see
Master Earl’s and Beau’s home, Dad. Besides, I understand the
folks from Tucson are coming to Master Earl’s and you know how much you
like Cowboy.” Button said to his Master.
“We probably
will, my slave-boy. I hope so anyway and you’re right, I’m quite
fond of the cowboy. I’ve known and loved him for many
years.” he replied softly to Button.
We ended the
evening with coffee in the hot water pool. It was the perfect
ending to a great weekend. Another emotional roller coaster ride
for me but what the Hell; I was getting use to the ride now. I
could do it with my hands in the air. I had a lot of good people who
thought I was the greatest thing since rubber was invented and loved
me. When you have that backing you, you can face goliaths of
problems and blow them away with a pebble.
Riding behind my
Master from the desert was a thrill. He, too, was a Master at
bike riding and I had to laugh. He was as much like a Cadillac at
riding his bike as he was riding me. Every now and then he would
reach down with his big gloved hand and pat my leg or knee that was
pushed up close to his thighs from the buddy pegs on the back. It
was a nice feeling. A touch of affection. We arrived at Mt. Washington
at eight forty-five P.M. Ten minutes to spare. He parked
his bike and came inside. Big Jim heard his bike and came out
front to give us both a bear hug.
Master Jeb was
up and around. He was dressed and finished a small dinner Big Jim
prepared for him. He was in good spirits as I went through my
ritual greeting with him and Master Jim. Master Earl gave him a
big hug and asked how his Master was doing.
“I’m a lot
better, thanks. And, thanks to some good care these last couple of days
I think I’ll make it.” He laughed motioning to Master Jim and me. “Did
you enjoy your weekend in the desert, Master Earl?” he asked.
“I always enjoy
myself at Beryl and Blaine’s. There’s never a dull moment.
If there is, well,— you can enjoy that, too.” He laughed. I told
Master Jeb and Jim the news about discovering Joshua Cochran’s
whereabouts. They couldn’t believe the coincidence.
“They may be
back for my visit with Master Zack and Button.” I stated.
“Can you imagine
handing the man his cock after all these years?” asked the Dungeon
Master.
“I’m not simply
gonna’ hand it to him, Dungeon Master.” I said looking far away into
the future.
“Well, that’s
your call, slave. No one will deny you that.” said the Dungeon Master
and agreed by the other two men.
“I can tell
though, I can read that face like a dime store novel, you all
ready have something planned, don’t you slave?” Big Jim chided.
“Humm, could be,
Master.” I laughed knowingly.
“Well, I want to
be there for that one.” he stated flatly.
“You will be.” I
smiled looking at him. “You’re a part of it, you have to be there.”
“You want to
elaborate on that, Son?” he asked.
“No, Sir.”
“I was afraid of
that. Well, I know when to back off, too, and this is one of
those times.” He laughed.
Master Earl
excused himself as he wanted to get home to feed our pussy, Monty.
Master Jeb and Jim roared with laughter at that one. He mentioned
Bert would be contacting him to ask about a weekend switch. He
had no problem with it, but wanted Bert to clear it with the Dungeon
Master first and then if big Jim would call him in turn to let him
know, he’d appreciate it. The Dungeon Master seemed to appreciate
Master Earl’s insistence on including him first in the decision.
I walked my Master out to his bike. I hugged and kissed him
goodbye in the moon light. He was even more handsome by moon light.
“I all ready
miss you, and you’re not gone yet.” I told him as I held him tight.
“Soon, little
one, soon. You know I love you and need you.”
“I love you,
too, Master.” He climbed on his bike and was away down the
hill. I watched him as he rode out of sight. He held his hand up
one last time to wave goodbye and was gone. I stood for a few
minutes looking down the empty street when I heard a big pair of boots
coming up behind me. Two big fuzzy, hairy arms dropped over my
shoulder, locked across my chest, and pulled me back against a warm
fuzzy wall.
“Welcome home,
slave.” Big Jim kissed me behind the ear. I turned into his
arms, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
“Thanks, Dungeon
Master, I needed that.” His smell was driving me crazy.
God! What was it about this man? Mine must have done the
same to him as he swept me up him his huge arms, carried me to his
bedroom and proceeded to let his wild animal rape the holy shit out of
me.
I didn’t scream
‘stop’ once. I wanted it as bad as he wanted me to have it. It was
pure, unadulterated, carnal, animal lust; gut wrenching, ball busting,
come erupting lust. The best of the worst kind, dirty and
perverse, get it all over you, roll in it, man-sex. One of
the best sex sessions we ever had. I’m sure I heard the cannons from
the 1812 going off when we fired off our cannons for the third time.
Babe had a field day pumping three giant loads into my butt. I asked
him if he planned to send my ass in for a retread.
“Only if it’s
still under warranty, smart ass.” My giant could be lethal with
his wit.
Our week went as
fast as the others. Our workouts were getting more and more
involved and my body was getting more pumped. So was the giant’s.
He was becoming a giant God. Now, I had another problem. Not only
was I lost in his love and masculine mystique he was now forming
himself into a body that not only was not hard to look at, it was hard
NOT to look at it. I watched queens walking down the street get major
whiplash from their heads jerking to watch us ride by on his
Harley. Underneath his overalls you could see his massive
development. I got whip lash a couple of times trying to be
discrete when looking at him myself. He knew. He was having the
same problem with me. He became my physical Professor Henry Higgins. We
had it bad. That, however, was good. We had some of the most lust
filled, down and dirty sex, I’ve ever had in my life. I loved
every minute of it. He knew how to be a sexually depraved animal
and was quickly transforming me into one, too.
Lycantrophy,
shape shifting, or skin walking, of the most lethally benignant,
perverse sort. The kind the villagers light torches and knock on your
door as you’re howling at the moon in ecstacy from the latest
perversion your mad Dungeon Master has devised in his la-bar-a-tory.
There they stand wearing their drab lives with pitch forks, hoes, (not
that kind of hoe), rakes, and shovels ready to do battle against
anything so perverse as joy and celebration of life through love and
sex between two men. Awful! Dreadful! Unthinkable! A
real Bozzo no, no! Stamp it out! But spare that one he does my wife’s
hair and she would kill me if anything happened to him. We’ll
just play like he’s not a pervert. He’s not one of them, he’s
just shy.
We must have
radiated massive amounts of sexual pheromones when we were
together. We had people follow us around the supermarket for hours. We
loved it. The mischievous little boy inside of each of us laughing with
each other and sharing with Master Jeb the latest gawking boob
story. The Dungeon Master and I became confederates in the
enjoyment of life.
MASTER BERT AND
OSCAR’S
The Dungeon
Master had no problem with Master Earl and Bert switching
weekends. He was invited to both and since Master Jeb was
considerably better, Big Jim decided to spend the weekend with us at
Master Bert’s. Master Bert has a huge rambling, two story, six bedroom
Mansion on the farthest outskirts of Cathedral City beyond Palm
Springs. About an hour and a half as the Harley flies.
People in
Southern California travel. When I was a small boy in Texas a
trip from my small hometown to Dallas or Houston was a major life
event. To either city it was only about a six hour trip but I can
remember the family packing for days to get ready for ‘The Trip.’
It was only three hundred miles either way. To our Family it became
more important that planning for an Apollo Moon Mission. Californians
think nothing of traveling four hundred miles to San Francisco from
L.A. for a weekend. Las Vegas three hundred miles. Hop in
the car and go. Grab a tooth brush. Palm Springs or San Diego for
dinner. Sure, your car or mine?
Once again, I
found myself laughing and giggling with the Dungeon Master all the way
there. He was in a randy mood and everything he said to me was ball
busting funny. I rode with my hand playing with Babe most of the
way. We stopped for gas once. He made me get off and pump it because he
was embarrassed at his hard on. Neither of us had been to Master Bert’s
and both were unprepared for the grandeur of his and now Oscar’s home.
It had it’s own drive up to the house and a return drive down the other
side of the property. There was a huge area for guest parking.
There was parking in behind the house, a six car garage with a
two bedroom Chauffeur’s Quarters over that. Billy was staying in the
Chauffeur’s Quarters.
Billy had his
own opulent home in Palm Springs George left him but he was so lonely
without Oscar he was staying temporarily in the guest apartment.
Bert was so laid back he didn’t care. He was glad to have Billy
around. Billy sort of tagged along after General Oscar and did
his bidding. They had a great love for each other, but Billy knew when
to withdraw to give the new Master and slave their space. He wanted it
to work for Oscar. He loved him that much he would do anything to
see to his friend’s happiness. Oscar was good hearted and
couldn’t just abandon Billy.
If I wasn’t a
slave, knew what I did, and discovered my childhood fantasy man I
would have made Billy my slave in a heart beat. He was still a
ruggedly handsome man who still worked out regularly and maintained the
body of a man half his age. The more he taunted me and groped me,
the more I wanted him. I worked out a deal with the Dungeon
Master, he could have two slaves in Billy’s apartment for the
evening. We would perform for him alone, he would give the
orders and I would get to have Billy; with the proviso I got to sleep
all night in Billy’s arms. He just howled when I told him about my
boyhood fantasy. He agreed it should be done. I left it up to him
to set it up with Billy who was NOT a shy man. Billy had been there and
back as far as performance sex was concerned.
George used to
have Billy so well trained he would have him stand at parade rest, snap
his fingers, and order Billy to come for his guest. Billy would
clamp his ass down hard on his butt plug and fuck his own ass so hard
with it, not touching anything with his hands, and in five minutes or
less would shoot out his little piss hole. He would shoot all over the
deck to much applause for his Master for having trained him so well.
The Dungeon Master had a proviso, too; he would be allowed to
join in. He also wanted to get together with Billy for a long time and
tonight seemed as good as any.
Billy was like a
school boy getting ready for his first date. The Dungeon Master pulled
him aside after a wonderful dinner and told him the plans for his use
for later that evening. Billy came around me a couple of times and
gently played with my cock and balls whispering outrageous things to
me. Things that made me break up with laughter not because they
were that outrageous but because Billy was acting like a kid who had
just been handed a five dollar bill and let loose in a candy store.
He made ritual
with the Dungeon Master three or four times during the evening. When we
took our clothes off for the hot tub. Billy flipped out. He
hadn’t seen the new improved slave and Dungeon Master and was agog at
the difference. He was nothing but compliments and kept asking Oscar
and Master Bert.
“Can you believe
it, they’re all mine to serve for the evening. Oh, Oscar,—
what’ll I do? Where will I start? The Dungeon Master will tell
me. Calm down Billy, the Dungeon Master will use you as he sees
fit. Master Bert! Oscar! Just look at the two of them. Are they
God’s or what? Just look at Beau’s tits. Do they cry out for
rings or what?” Billy went on and on...”
“You think so,
too, Billy?” Question the Dungeon Master “What about you, Master
Bert? Oscar?” The Dungeon Master asked.
“Does it for
me.” said Master Bert “Some slaves can wear rings in their tits and
look like they belong there. Others can’t. Beau is definitely a
ringed tit man in my book. I wouldn’t hesitate having those
beautiful tits ringed. As a matter of fact, if my slave keeps up his
workouts, as I know he will for his Master, he will soon be rewarded
with a set as well. All my slaves have been ringed. That way, you
never loose your car keys.”
We all laughed
at the mental picture of Oscar with a set of car keys hanging from a
ring through his tit. I started getting hard just thinking about it.
“I’m thinking of
having a really heavy one placed right through the bottom of his empty
crotch so I can hook his leash to it. I may even have a septum piercing
done for a ring through his nose. There’s nothing that says ‘slave’
like a septum piercing.” Master Bert elaborated.
“I shared with
Master Earl my convictions of his tits being ringed and we’ve decided
between us we may have it done this weekend. There’s a great tattoo
artist and piercer here in Palm Springs most of the bikers go to.
He’s clean and reasonable. Not a bad looking man either.
Tattoo’s from head to toe. Master Earl would like for Beau to have a
Prince Albert, too. What do you guys think?”
“If he’s going
to be allowed to keep his cock and balls, which I hope he is,
they should be ornamented. No doubt about it. A heavy gage
Prince Albert to offset the tit piercings.”
Woah!
Here, Oscar,— slave,— honey,— sweetheart! Feel what Daddy Bert
has for you to sit on tonight. He pulled Oscar’s hand over to
play with his rock hard cock.” Oscar blushed.
“I always love
to pleasure your big cock, Daddy Bert. I’ll make it feel so good
you’ll yell for your slave to stop.”
“That’s the way
I like to hear my slave respond.” He pulled Oscar to him and
kissed him passionately. It wasn’t hard to see they were very
much in love. It was great to see. It was still early evening but
Master Bert and Oscar retired to the far end of the house and left not
only the entire guest house to us but one of the six car garages that
Master Bert walled in and converted to a fully equipt, plumbed,
dungeon. It was more elaborate than my Master’s and more high tech that
the Mt. Washington dungeon. Mirrors on almost every wall. Mirrors on
the ceiling. Movable mirrors. Unbelievable! With every kind of
sex toy imaginable. Master Bert was no small time Master.
He took being a Master seriously.
“Are we going to
play in here, Dungeon Master?” Billy asked shyly.
“We were given
the keys to the kingdom. Suggestions, slaves?” Big Jim asked
Billy and I.
“I say we go for
it.” I spoke first with enthusiasm.
“Oh, please,
Dungeon Master, I haven’t played in a real dungeon with two such hot
men in years.” Begged Billy as he fell to his knees and kissed
the Dungeon Master’s boots. I nudged him over and got on the
other boot.
“How could I say
no to such devoted slaves. Besides, it was my first pick,
too. Look’s fun. Let’s see if we can open some old doors that
have been slammed shut for a while.” Damn, he was in a randy
mood. I loved him in this mood. I always knew that dirty,
fertile, creative, mind of his was working overtime. One of us or
hopefully both would end up with our hair on fire.
Woopee!
Our kind of Dungeon Master! He had Billy help him off with his
big heavy boots, and I helped him off with his leather, cod piece
pants. He had me help him back on with his big boots placing them
in my crotch, pressing almost to the point of pain, then his foot would
magically slip in. He would give me a little extra pressure just to the
point of pain. He had it down to a science and would always laugh at me
when he pulled his big boot away and saw the roaring hard I would be
sporting.
“Look at that,
Billy, have you ever seen a bigger boot slave in your life? Look at
that slave’s dick, hard as a rock, after I stomped it with my
Boot.” He asked Billy shaking his head in mawkish disbelief.
“We told you the
boy was a natural. He takes after his older brother Billy. I’ve
eaten my share of hot boots in my day and loved every one of ’em.
I’ve eaten enough of your’s Dungeon Master to make you a whole new
pair.”
“You have,
indeed, slave.” He said laughing. “Now get your hunky ass
up in that sling I’m gonna’ warm it up for you with this nice whip I
found. Then I’m gonna’ take you the way a Master should take a
slave. I’ll fuck you real good to get you opened up here for my
slave. I‘ll use you to teach him how to take a slave like a
Master should. Open you up, let him loose on you and see what he
can do in the slave fucking department. That’s the drill slaves. Any
questions?”
“No, Dungeon
Master. It’s an honor to serve you and your slave, Sir.
I’ll give you and your slave the best possible fuck, Sir.”
“I know you
will, slave, I’m looking forward to opening you up for sprout here.
Now, enough talk. Close your eyes and put your ass up there for
whipping, slave. Billy raised his ass and it was the first time I
noticed he had a huge butt plug just like mine in his ass.
“Nice plug,
slave!” I offered.
“Yeah, I put
that in him before we went to dinner, Son! He’s been sucking on
it all evening, just like his little brother. Looks good,
too, don’t it, slave?”
“He does look
hot, Master.” Billy was loving every minute of this. With that
the Dungeon Master took a big swing and brought it down hard on Billy’s
ass.
Whaap!
Seven, Sir! Oh, thank you, good Dungeon Master! This slave
thanks you!
Wahhp! Eight,
Sir! Thank you, Dungeon Master! One more, Sir, and I’m afraid
this unworthy slave will shoot, Sir. I will be happy to take as
many as you wish to give, Sir!
“No, I think
that’s sufficient.” He went to Billy and gently began to rub his
ass. Billy went nuts thanking him for the good ass
whipping. He really needed that. He hadn’t had it in so
long. He got tears in his eyes. Thank you so much,
Dungeon Master.
“Damn,— I got it
nice and hot. Feel that, slave-boy.” I placed my hand flat
on Billy’s butt and it was on fire. It was difficult to tell how
much was from the whipping or how much was from Billy’s passion of the
moment, but he was ripe and ready for a good, hard fucking. My old dick
got rock hard thinking of getting into Clancey Mc Gee’s butt. The
Dungeon Master popped out his plug into an awaiting towel. He
handed it to me and I set it aside.
“On your knees
slave and get me slathered up with your spit. I’m about to split
this slave in two.” I dropped to my knees, Babe winked at me as I
kissed, made love to him and asked permission to take him.
“Permission
granted slave.” I took him and slathered generous amounts of spit
all over Babe. He had me stand slightly back and to the right side of
him to watch him take his slave in the sling. He positioned the big
mushroom head at Billy’s rosebud, grabbed the chains over Billy’s head,
leaned slightly forward, and Babe disappeared into Billy. Billy sucked
in air, then started thanking the Dungeon Master for taking him hard
like a good Master should. He thanked him and thanked him. I
watched as Billy’s ass spasmed and argued with the Dungeon Master’s
ample cock.
“What are you
doing slave?’ He asked of me, “Couldn’t you be doing something to
pleasure your Master?” I didn’t get what he was talking about at first,
but I dropped to my knees. His hairy ass was right in front of me, and
I knew what he wanted. I wanted it more than he did. I got my face up
in there and started cleaning all around his big hole. He tasted
just like his clean odors that turned me on so much. I knew now what he
expected of a slave when he was cleaning him out. He began to open
Billy up and his backward stroke was ever deeper into my face. I
reached up with my hands and spread his cheek to get my tongue inside
and heard him take a deep breath when he felt me cleaning way up inside
of him. He began to fuck my tongue on the backward stroke and
encouraged me to get in closer so he could do the best for both slaves
at the same time. He was literally fucking my tongue on his backward
stroke, sometime stopping to rest the weight of his whole body on my
face so I could even get up there further. He clamped his ass
tight around my tongue a couple of times for me to judge how far I was
into him.
“You can get up
there a little further, slave. I’m not to the base of that tongue
yet. You’ve still got some man hole to clean up there.” I
was beginning to get some good stuff out of him in my cleaning. I took
my thumbs and parted his sphincter to get maximum penetration with my
tongue. He felt me exploring his inner cavity and just sat on my face
with most of his weight. I felt my tongue slip the rest of the
way in. He had me now as he purposely clamped his ass
muscle around the base of my tongue and held it there as he rested even
more weight on my face.
“What’s a
matter, slave, my ass got your tongue?” He asked chiding me. He
was hot and he knew what he was doing. He was ripping me a new asshole
psychologically and I was loving it. He could have walked me around the
room that way.
“We’re paused
here in opening you up slave ‘cause I got my other slave’s tongue
locked in my asshole. I’ll let him go in just a minute but he needs to
clean up there and taste his Master. He’ll get some good flavors up
there. He knows better than to try to pull that slave tongue out
of his Master’s ass without permission.” He sat just a bit harder on my
face and I felt him relax his ass. “Now get the good stuff,
slave, while you can.”
I didn’t
hesitate. I didn’t even think about what I was getting, I just
knew it was a part of him, and I had to have it. When he was
satisfied I’d cleaned him well enough, he eased off my tongue to let me
enjoy my experience. His flavors were wonderful, Earthy and strong like
he was. It may not appeal to some folks but the more giant ass I
got the more I wanted. In the passion of the moment you don’t think
about negative implications. You are there to serve and you do what is
expected of you; otherwise, don’t put yourself in that position.
Lay back with
your dick in your hand and read about my experiences wishing it was you
under that big hairy ass, cleaning his hole with your tongue. If you
lay back, close your eyes, then you can imagine inhaling a lung full of
his strong male crotch and anal odors. You might even have the
lingering taste of his essence on your tongue. Don’t sample it more
than once! Don’t read this passage more than once! You may find
yourself under the big man next time. If not for real, then in your
dreams. It starts with the smallest of suggestions, then builds to a
gut craving need. It’s an easily acquired taste. It’s more
addictive than heroin. The strong flavor of a big man’s ass imprints on
your soul. Once there, you can never, or ever want to return. My
Master was pleased with his slave and finished opening his other
slave. He withdrew.
“Now, slave, get
up here and mount this slave like you’ve seen your Master’s do many
time.”
I got between
Billy’s legs and looked up at him. He was in heaven and winked at
me to give him my best mount. I did exactly as I had done to me
hundreds of time and heard Billy go ‘ooouuf.’ He began to thank me for
taking him like a Master. I waited for a minute and felt a big dick at
my back door and knew what was coming. I raised my ass slightly and
pushed back as Babe was sunk into me to the balls.
“Now, slave,”
ordered the Dungeon Master. “you’re going to fuck both of us at the
same time. I expect you to show each of us equal pleasure. If you
feel yourself about to shoot, stop, and push back hard
against me until the feeling passes, understand?”
“Yes, Dungeon
Master.” I began fucking Billy and felt myself backing up on Babe
with every stroke. He helped me by getting as close into me as
possible, so I didn’t have to take that big a stroke to satisfy either
of them. I soon got the feel of what he expected and really began to
get creative with my strokes forward and backward. I didn’t even
think about coming as I was too busy thinking about how it was feeling
to the both of them. He gave me more and more latitude in my
strokes.
“Keep that
stroke up, slave, just a little faster and your gonna’ bring us both to
the barn in a few minutes. “ I sped up the same stroke and glanced up
at Billy to see he was gritting his teeth, not in pain but trying hard
not to come until the Dungeon Master told him he could.
“Get it,
Billy! He yelled at him. "‘cause this slave is ridin’ Babe,...
TO,...THE,...BARN,...RIGHT,...NOOOWWW!" I kept on stroking and
felt Billy’s ass try to bite my dick off as he began to shoot. I
felt something boiling up from the depths of my gut and I exploded into
Billy while trying to bite the monster in my ass. The Dungeon Master
was all ready lost into his animal mode, but I didn’t stop pleasuring
him. I only backed up harder and faster knowing at any second I
was gonna’ feel the second flow of animal come to be mixed with Master
come. Saliva began to rain down on me and Billy as the animal
grabbed me around the waist and pumped his final load deep into my
gut. Spit and saliva was everywhere.
Billy was amused
but not shocked. I kept milking the Dungeon Masters big cock
while he was still plunged to the hilt in my gut. Billy felt my
movement, shuddered and shot once more. He looked surprised. I heard
the heavy breathing of my animal, unloading into me, holding me
tight. I pulled out of Billy and kept backing up against my
giant. He returned to being the giant and started laughing. Billy
started laughing. They started me laughing. It was a great moment
for the three of us. He held himself in me for several minutes letting
me milk more of him into me.
“Now, see what a
good Dungeon Master can do with two fine slaves, gentlemen?”
“You’re the
best, Dungeon Master.” Billy said, “I’ve seen ‘em come and
go and you are good, Sir. You’re really good. This slave
will be proud to clean your boots anytime, anywhere, Sir. Just
snap your fingers and my mouth is there.”
“That goes
double for me, Dungeon Master.” I said sincerely still
sucking with my ass. Billy walked up and embraced me while my Master
was still way up in me. I was gently milking Babe to get every
bit out I could. He moved in closer to embrace Billy with me in the
middle. I felt the love passing in between them and me. The three of us
were vibrating to the same frequency as Billy kissed the Dungeon Master
over my shoulder and the Dungeon Master kissed him back. I could
feel him gently moving Babe inside of me to include me in that moment
of love. It was passing through, over, around, above, below I could
feel the passion of three souls united in a moment of happiness, love
and companionship. The three of us bonded as one.
“That’s good
enough, slave, you got all of me. Now, pull yourself off and
let’s get cleaned up for bed.” I pulled off of him and felt empty.
Empty but happy. Billy embraced and kissed me.
“Thanks, Tiger,
I’ve been dreaming of that since I met you and you didn’t
disappoint. You were one hot slave fucker. Got me off twice
and only George could ever do that.”
“I feel like I
got the best end of the deal.” I said.
That night I
fulfilled a boyhood dream. I slept in the arms of Clancey Mc
Gee. The Dungeon Master knew my fantasy and withdrew to the other
bedroom. Billy petted me, cooed to me and held me in his big
massive arms. Looking at his massive arms always was a sure shot when
jacking off. To look at those arms and imagine them around me never
failed to get me off.
“Go ahead,
slave, whip it off for both of us. I know you’re not allowed to touch
yourself. I won’t tell and when you get close let Mr. Mc Gee know
so he can play catcher for you.”
“Our secret,
Clancey?”
“Our secret,
Son.” Billy said. That’s all I needed was to hear those words
from my fantasy man calling me ‘Son.’ He knew it, too, as he
smiled a paternal smile. I grabbed hold of my old dick. It felt
good, but strange to be holding my own dick. I hadn’t felt my
hand around it in over two months. I looked at his handsome rugged
features, those massive arms, well defined pecs and felt my passion
boiling inside of me. It was like jacking off to an old muscle
magazine, closing my eyes then opening them again and there was my
favorite Clancey Mc Gee laying there next to me. Like a center fold-out
without the staples.
I was in his
arms, Oh sweet, Jesus! He had just called me son. Oh, God, in
Heaven. I need you Mr. Mc Gee. Help me Mr. Mc Gee. His
mouth was around me and finished me off as I came deep within his
throat. He swallowed and got another good shot of thick, ropey come out
of me. He swallowed that and sucked until he felt the final
squirt into his mouth. He moaned as he swallowed the last of my seed.
We kissed again
and I thanked him. He insisted he thank me. I relaxed as he
rubbed me all over. I don’t know if he slept a wink all night. He
was so concerned I have my night in his arms I became almost like a
baby to him cradling me in his massive arms. I slept the dreams
of love and peace. I found reality in my fantasy. I found fantasy
in my reality. A conundrum? Not really. Both became real at
that moment.
Part II ~
Good Morning Star Shine
eye haba code
inda’ node the waving
tissue said in thyme I think it kept
complaining, spoke of men and
spoke again, it’s leadened
thorax song-singing, from a
disassembled heart.
vox humana
bleating sotto voce big-red sign
read: NO WADING immediate
seeding for one, Sir jump on in, fuck
four days (is) anyone that
lonely? (A)lone with any one
From: Medusa
Gorgon ~ Beau James
I awoke the next
morning refreshed and still in the arms of my boyhood dream. He
was real. Clancey Mc Gee was no longer a fantasy. Why didn’t it
bother me he was a eunuch, I wondered? Even as a kid I never
thought what might be between his legs. That wasn’t so important
as the muscles. The overpowering proportions of his physique. He was
the man I most wanted to call me ‘Son.’ That happened. When
I was a kid, what did I know about man sex? I didn’t know until I
got to junior high school (middle school) something could go in your
ass as well as out. I was imprinted sexually by Mr. Mc Gee before
I knew what to do with my penis other than jack it off.
He could have
had a cunt and I still would have found him attractive. Well,
that’s not a good comparison. Blaine has a cunt and I get a
hard-on every time I think about him. We lay there for a while, him
fussing over me, kissing me and chortling. I whispered to him,
“I’d better get
into your shower and clean myself in case the Dungeon Master wishes to
use me this morning as my other Master will be here today.”
“Good idea,” he
whispered back, “you’ll find everything you need right in there,
sweetheart.” I gave him a quick kiss and ran to the shower.
He had a hose and all the conveniences. I cleaned myself to my
satisfaction, then my body, got out and toweled myself. I
waved to Billy as I tip toed into the Dungeon Master’s room.
Big Jim looked
like a hibernating old bear. A good looking, masculine old bear
who I would lay down with in his den at the first snow of winter and
get up with in the spring, every year, for the rest of my life.
Hell, I would bear his cubs. I crawled in beside him and put my
backside up against him. He didn’t open his eyes, he just enfolded me
within his giant hairy arms and pulled me in tight. He sniffed my
neck like I might be something good to eat, snorted approvingly a
couple or times, nibbled on my ear, then kissed me behind my
neck. I felt Babe growing behind me. I moved my ass on top
of Babe.
“You better stop
that or this old bear’s gonna’ come out of hibernation early and fuck a
little slave-boy who crawled into his den to get warm.”
“If there’s a
God that old bear will fuck the meanness out of his little slave-boy
just to keep him warm for the winter.” He laughed at me gently as
I felt Babe parting my hole. I couldn’t hold back any longer and
backed all the way down on him. He arched his back to get all of
his big dick in me he could. Damn, he felt good inside me, like
the right key to a lock.
“You know what
this means don’t you?” he growled.
“I’m gonna’ get
fucked by a big old bear.”
“Yep!” he
growled like an old bear.
“Would you
rather me ride Babe to the barn for you, Dungeon Master?”
“Yeah, you
haven’t taken old Babe out for a ride in a while. He thinks you
don’t love him anymore. Turn around here, cowboy, Little Beaver, and
set yourself a good saddle but none of that stopping when you get near
the barn this time. You see that barn you head for it and ride
old Babe to his stall. You got that, slave-boy? Your young
life depends on it.” he laughed.
“Yes, Master.” I
said in a hang-dog manner. I rode him good. I’m getting better
and better at riding Babe to the barn and he knew it. When I’m
doing something that starts him up the hill I can see him start to
drool out the corners of his mouth and I know I’m getting it. I
keep up that same stroke, that same speed, rhythm and I know, at any
minute, Babe is going to bolt for the barn. It didn’t take me long this
morning and I had my prize unloaded way up my butt. I kept
milking him for sometime until Billy walked into the room with coffee
for both of us. He watched as I pulled off the Dungeon Master.
“My, don’t he
feel good way up in you like that, little brother?”
“I’ll say, he
just gave me something to remember him by the rest of the day.
Now, he’ll plug my ass to make sure it stays there.” I no sooner
got that out than he snapped his fingers for me to hit the
position. Billy watched as the Dungeon Master plugged my butt for
the day. Then he ordered me to the shower again to scrub his
back; a job I took great delight in. His back had grown
massive. It was like scrubbing a brick wall.
We finished
cleaning and Billy hollered into the bath for us to come to the big
house for breakfast, coffee and rolls, or whatever we wanted.
General Oscar was encamped in the kitchen and was feeding the troops.
We went to the main house. I was amazed at how it rambled on and on.
Two stories of rambling on. It was huge. It boasted six bedrooms
each with their own bath. Four upstairs and a large family room
and two main bedrooms downstairs with a master bath and a half bath off
the main bedroom as well.
I nicknamed it
‘Motel 6.' It was much more than a motel though. There were touches
here and there that made it a unique home. They only used the
downstairs portion of the house so the upstairs was devoted to guest.
The large family room off the long hallway was converted to an old
fashioned cowboy style bunk room, complete with ropes, spurs on the
wall, photos of old cowboys, platted rugs, an old rocking chair,
lanterns, and spittoons. It was well done with about eight double bunk
beds in case single members of the family wanted to say over,
there would be room for all. The whole house was well thought out and
comfortable. Master Bert obviously had money. He never flaunted it but
he had money. Many in the family were never as wealthy as others,
but if you were in the family you were welcome. The wealthier men were
generous to a fault and when it came their turn to entertain they did
it right. If they were visiting the less fortunate members of the
family they brought enough for every one to enjoy. They were not
selfish men.
That weekend
Master Earl was due to arrive before noon. Two family members I had
only heard of but never met were Sarge and Titus. Sarge was and
ex-Marine DI and Titus was his slave. They arrived on matched Harley’s
around ten that morning to have brunch and spend the weekend.” It
was always left open at Master Bert’s and Oscar’s. You were
always welcome to stay, there was plenty of room. They loved having
company. Oscar was a Four Star General in the kitchen and loved
it. Billy and Oscar
talked about Titus being another natural slave. Sarge, who didn’t
like to be called Master, just Sarge, let his slave keep his genitals.
According to Billy and Oscar, Titus has a sizable member as well as
Sarge. His Master loved to get fucked. He bought Titus because of
his enormous dick. He regularly ordered his slave to service him. Titus
was a true slave. Not necessarily passive or aggressive. It took
him a while to adjust to his big, powerfully demanding Master who
purchased him. Titus soon got in line with the drill as Sarge was
not a man to be fucked with. No pun intended. Sarge could be one,
mean-assed, Hell on wheels, disciplinarian.
Sarge liked his
time in the saddle as well, but every now and then would snap his
fingers and Titus damn well better perform or there were serious
consequences. Sarge was not shy about his taste and endlessly gave Hell
to the other Master’s about their macho attitudes and how they missed
out on some of the best sex they could have.
“Just because I
have my slave fuck the shit out of me doesn’t make me his woman. I’m a
man having unusual sex with another man. My slave is for my
pleasure, not his.” No man could ever be more convincing than
Sarge. As I began to know Titus I began to realize underneath the calm,
stoic facade was a man who had truly become conditioned to fucking this
huge ex-Marine D.I. and loved it. He also loved getting fucked by
his Master and gave as good as he got. He worshiped Sarge, and
although, Sarge would never show outward signs of affection in public,
you could tell he was deeply in love with his well trained slave. Sarge
would go on endlessly about how well he trained Titus to fuck him just
like he needed. There wasn’t a better fuck than his slave; although,
there were different fucks to be appreciated. I liked Sarge and
his outrageous, unorthodox, outlook on man sex. He shook up all
the norms.
Titus, like most
slaves in the family, was never allowed to wear clothes in private, and
ran around Bert and Oscar’s with his big dong neatly strapped up
against his belly in a heavy leather belt contraption designed by his
Master for that purpose. Sarge didn’t like to see his slave’s dick
accidently banging into people and simply solved the problem by keeping
it strapped to this belt. It was like it was always at attention.
Sarge liked it that way and that’s the way Titus had to wear it. Plus
he wore a butt plug bigger than mine.
He was never
allowed to touch it. If he had to void he spoke to his Master privately
and they went and took care of his needs. Sarge would remove his
plug then immediately return it to Titus’ ass. Titus told me in fifteen
years of being together his plug was never out of his ass except for
brief periods of illness or hospitalization. Of course his Master would
remove it so he or a friend might use him. He said he never even
thought of it being there anymore. It became a part of his
body. He couldn’t imagine a life without it. He said if anything
happened to Sarge he would wear it ‘til the day he died.
Even though he
didn’t care to be called Master, Sarge was a stickler for Master/slave
protocol. He expected every slave present to present himself to
him for ritual greeting and inspection. If they wore a plug like
I did he double checked it to make sure it was seated to his
satisfaction. He thought nothing of popping it out and
re-plugging a slave to suit himself. He was brusk, demanding,
intelligent, loud, opinionated, full of wicked fun, and played with his
slave endlessly. He constantly had Titus within reach. Titus
would have to sit next to him at pool side and hold his ashtray as he
smoked his big cigars. Titus didn’t mind. It was his job to do
anything to please his Master and he took being his slave very
seriously.
Titus was also
one Hell of a good looking man. Sarge was Sarge. A face
chiseled out of granite. A jaw that would rival a Bull Dog’s and
the most disconcerting emerald green eyes you ever saw. His eyes didn’t
match the rest of him. It gave him a touch,— just a touch, of
pretty. Just enough to counter the rough, romp’em, stomp’em,
ex-Marine hard-nosed D.I. attitude. James Brolin could have been
his brother; complete with silver grey flat top. He and his slave rode
matched Harleys. His slave looked like a younger version of
him. Complete with flat top, of course, with side walls.
As I got to know
Sarge, which wasn’t easy, I found he gave equal time to the slaves
present as he did Masters and was not beyond asking a Master who owned
a slave with a big dick to loan or trade slaves to get fucked by the
slave. And the poor slave better damn well perform. On occasion he
would allow another Master to fuck him. He truly had no sexual
hang ups about role playing. Master/slave was different.
That was not about sex so much as it was control. He had to be in
control and Titus never challenged him.
Sarge made no
bones about the kind of man he wanted in his ass. He had to be
big everywhere, hung like a Shetland pony, and know how fuck. He
had been with Big Jim many times. The Dungeon Master said he was
a hell of a fuck; certainly wasn’t lazy. Many a slave could take
lessons from old Sarge. He knew how to ride a man’s dick and make him
feel like a man while he was doing it; however, Big Jim added,
you never forgot you were fucking a very powerful, big man. On the
other hand, you knew you had a man on your cock who would ride
you down to your last stroke to get you off and then shamelessly goad
you for more. Sarge got tears in his eyes when he spoke of Master Jeb
and would say.
“ Now there’s a
man who knows how another man should be fucked.” I had to agree with
him.
Sarge loved to
get fucked by Big Beryl and called him the father of all fucks. He
would request audiences to watch Big Beryl fuck him. He expected any
Master who wanted to fuck him to take him like a slave or he would
climb off their dicks and walk away in disgust. To take him like a
slave was to take him like a man was suppose to be taken. None of this
namby-pamby just-ease-it-in-so’s-I-don’t-hurt-you-bullshit! He
wanted a man like his beer, with a big head and gusto. He would
give slaves lessons on how to pleasure a man with his ass while in the
sling getting the b’jesus fucked out of him. Then he would turn around
and get the slave on his cock to see if he learned anything.
He was not
beyond having Billy or Oscar strap on one of their Master's biggest
rubber husband’s to give him a ride. They both knew better than
not to give him the best ride they could. He was so outrageous you
either hated him or you loved him. There were no gray areas with
Sarge. Most everyone in the family loved him. Especially the Masters
and slaves with big dick’s who loved to fuck a man’s ass. He was
the most uptight, intimidating, sometimes foul mouthed, uninhibited man
in the family. A dichotomy? His picture was in the dictionary
under the word.
Come to find out
my Master and he were big friends and Sarge had ridden my Cadillac many
times. He agreed that my name for the way Master Earl fucked was
exactly fitting. I won his heart with that description. Sarge
jokingly began to refer to Master Earl as ‘El Dorado.’ I thought it was
enormously funny. Master Earl did, too. It seemed strange
comparing notes with a Master on the finer points of your Master’s
fucking techniques. Strange but somehow bonding.
The Dungeon
Master’s other worldly ejaculation we discussed at length. It
ripped Sarge a new ass hole the first time he experienced it. He
had Big Jim fuck his slave so he could watch what happened. Sarge
became so fascinated with that part of the Dungeon Master he said he
had to be fucked by him at least twice a year. He listened, absorbed by
my theory of an animal spirit that lives parallel with Master Jim
entering his body for only moments to gain release and then
retreat. He thought for a while and pondered, sucking on his big
stogie.
“Hell, Son, it’s
the only explanation I’ve heard that makes a lick a' sense.
Unless you’re ride’n his dick, you can’t know the difference that comes
over him that’s communicated all the way from his body, through his
dick to your soul, something or someone else has momentarily taken
possession of his body for a completely separate and total orgasm.”
I told him about
Wes, whom he knew well, entering my body to experience his Master
fucking me. I though Sarge was going to come unglued at the
hinges with further interest. He pulled Master Earl into the
conversation as well as Big Beryl, Blaine and Chief who had all
witnessed it.
“Damn, that’s
something I’ve always dreamed about. To have another entity or soul
inside my body to share the ecstacy and feeling of a good hot man who
knows how to fuck another man. A man who gives what he can,
as he takes what he needs. There’s nothing like it. Master Earl your
new slave-to-be is not only a fine looking young man, he’s intelligent,
articulate, and well met. After you train him he’ll be a credit
to you, Sir!”
“Thank you,
Sarge. Coming from you, that’s the ultimate complement a slave could
get. He has a way of growing on you.”
“Do you think he
could grow IN me, sometime?” Sarge asked with a wry smile on his lips.
“I’d bet my
bottom dollar he could give you a memorable fuck, Sarge.”
“Well, you’re
welcome to invite your friends to watch if you care to stud him out for
an hour or so.”
“I think it
could be arranged, Sarge. Later this evening all right?”
“Fine with me.
You may have my slave to use or gather some friends to watch your slave
perform if you prefer. If he’s not use to fucking I may have to stop
him and give him some pointers.”
“Your knowledge
would be appreciated by him, Sarge. He learns quickly for a
slave.” I was getting erect hearing the two of them talk about me like
I was a piece of meat to be passed around and taken a bite out
of. I was beginning to feel like a real slave. It was
wonderful. The thought of fucking that tight ass’ed, mature, U.S. Grade
A, prime beef, ex-GI Marine drill Sargent, made old swinger want
to find a flag because he was all ready saluting.
Part III ~ Under
The Big Top
Isn’t it rich,
isn’t it queer, me on the
ground, you in mid air, send in the
clowns, there ought to be clowns don’t bother,
they’re here. Stephen Sondhiem
Master Earl set
a time after dinner. He didn’t take the liberty of doing it without
first checking with the Dungeon Master and Master Bert who officially
owned me for the weekend. They both gave their blessing. They wanted to
see what the kid had in him, as they put it. My performance was
scheduled for eight o’clock. Was I concerned? Not in the least. I
established a beach head with Sarge and even though I was a slave, I
knew he respected me. I certainly respected him. Titus was stoic but
was not beyond getting off by himself with the new kid to tell him what
he was up against. He gave me some excellent tips as to his Master’s
buttons to push. He wanted me to impress his Master as well as pleasure
him.
Titus was no
dummy. He was careful not to appear to be betraying his Master’s
secrets. He also had a droll, wicked sense of humor. Beyond that, he
liked me and didn’t make any bones about telling me. He wasn’t fawning
or placating. He simply told me he admired me, and he thought I
might make an exceptional slave. I told him coming from him, that
was, indeed, a complement.
I was in the
dungeon with Master Earl. He was more concerned for me than I
was. The Dungeon Master was in my corner as well giving me last
minute tips. You’d of thought I was going into the ring with
George Foreman instead of simply throwing a good fuck into a
Master. I knew my abilities, they didn’t. Sarge came into
the dungeon with just his chaps and high boots. He didn’t need
anything on his rock solid top. He had a massive hard body he
kept that way from constant exercise. Sarge had a great ass that made
my dick take notice immediately. He swaggered and strutted around the
dungeon stomping his big boots to let everyone know a man was in the
dungeon. He was chomping and smoking his huge cigar as he walked up to
look me up and down like a new recruit and blew smoke in my face.
I loved him instantly. He had cahones. I would walk a mile
to lick his boots.
He climbed into
the sling and was pleased he attracted a crowd of about fifteen to
twenty people to watch the new kid fuck him. He made himself
comfortable, chomped down hard on his big cigar and looked over at me.
“Okay, kid,
let’s see what chu' got.”
“I walked over
to him and spit in the palm of my hand and started lubricating my cock
with spit only. A tip from his mate. I stood and let him
anticipate my next move and enjoy seeing my old dick get hard. It
can be pretty impressive when totally engorged and it was getting there
just looking at Sarge’s little rosebud. He kept squeezing it as
if he were making it wink at me and I smiled. He didn’t say anything to
me so I took a jab,
“From where I’m
standing, Sarge, that little hole looks hungry for some new dick.”
“Let’s have it,
Son! Show me what you got.” I placed the head at his hole
and pushed just enough to lock it in for penetration. I reached
over him to the chains above his head, leaned into him and was in
to the hilt with my low hangers slapping against his ass. He sucked in
air and slowly let it out as I could feel his hole arguing with my
cock, but I was in and planned to stay there. I pulled on the chains to
prove my point. He was not going to wiggle off my cock. His
ass stopped it’s spasms and I took a couple of small strokes.
“There, that’s
better, Sarge. Now, let’s get to work.” And, work he
did. He met every thrust I made. He was truly an excellent
fuck and he knew it. He was going to give his best and he
wanted,— no,— he demanded the best, from his partner. I remembered the
Dungeon Masters techniques of fucking me slow and deep for a
considerable period of time until I was going up the wall. I
would end up begging him to fuck me harder. I was going to try to
break Sarge that way. If I could, I knew I could take him anywhere I
wanted and he would willingly follow. I continued my deep methodical
stroking. At first, didn’t think it was having much effect on old
Sarge until he took a deep breath, handed his slave his still lit
cigar, closed his eyes and laid his head back to get more
comfortable. I was getting there. My plan was having its
desired affect. I just kept it up, relentlessly, stroke
after stroke, until I began to feel his body start to shudder.
Still I kept
on, knowing he was close to breaking. Finally I felt his
hands on my shoulders clamped down hard, looked me straight in the eye
and spoke,
“I need what I
know you have in you, Son,— now, fuck this old man like I
believe you can. You can’t hurt this old man so let it all out, now’s
your chance, Son, take it. There’s not a stroke you can throw in me I
can’t match you for.” He not only was challenging me he was
begging me to fuck him righteously. That’s all I needed. I
started to fuck him every which way from Sunday. He never missed
meeting a stroke, and I began to worry about me getting off before I
got him there. I was working hard and so was he as the audience
gathered closer to smell, feel, and enjoy the two male animals in rut.
I slowly
increased my strength and length of hard strokes remembering my
Cadillac. He was slamming his ass down as hard on my cock as I was into
him. All of a sudden, he raised up out of the sling, I threw my
arms under and around him. I held him in that position while
pounding his ass really hard. His head rolled back, his eyes closed and
he groaned a deep guttural groan. I knew I had him as his ass
started chewing on my cock. If he couldn’t get away from it, he
was going to try to bite it off. He shot four feet in the air to
applause and whistles from the audience.
“You’ve got more
in there, you ornery old son of a bitch. You wanted it,— I’m damn
sure gonna’ take it away from you. You wanted to play pussy for
this slave, then do it all the way cunt.” (Another good tip from his
wonderful slave: Talk dirty and being disrespectful to him when he got
near and helpless to do anything but come. He’ll shoot every time,
Titus told me.) Sarge looked at me like he could kill me, but
still hung on to my neck. The look faded into a lopsided smile as
he watched himself shoot twice more. He grabbed me tighter around
the neck and yelled,
“Get yours
man-slave you worked for it, you sure as Hell deserve to empty those
sweet, slave balls into this old man’s ass. Come on, boy, show me
what you got. That’s right, boy, I can feel you gettin’ there.
Harder, Son. Come on, Son,— don't let me down, boy,— fuck Sarge
harder. Harder, boy,— 'at’s it, Son! Don’t let me down,
slave!! 'At’s it! I feel it! Yeah! That slaves gonna’
empty into old Sarge! Oh, Sweet Jesus, I can feel those big slave-balls
starting to fill me up, slave. Hot Damn, slave, take that ass and
make it your own, Son. Fill that son of a bitchen, mother fucker
up, boy! Empty those big balls into your Master’s ass, Son! Get
it!”
He didn’t have
to ask twice as I unloaded a big one deep in his ass. I withdrew almost
to the head and sunk one hard and deep. I unloaded my second
volley. I repeated that stroke one more time to his insistence
and dumped the third shot into him. As Sarge felt my flow inside
of him, he got wide eyed, leaned way back in my arms and shot again a
foot into the air. I kept slamming full lengths into him every
few second to get the rest out and he was yelling encouragement to me.
“One more good,
hard one, slave! Oh,— God,— yeah! Drain that man-cock of
yours in my ass, Son! Gimme’ another, slave! Oh,
yeah! I can feel it emptying more in there! That’s hot,
slave! Come on, Son. One more good hard one. Go for
it, Kid!”
The audience was
getting into it and urging me on like a Greek chorus from Stravinsky’s
Oedipus Rex.
“Give it to him,
slave! He wants it! That man’s begging you for it, slave!
You don’t dare cheat a Master, Son! Fuck his ass harder! Hard,
Son! You can fuck him harder than that, slave! Make him
bounce off your dick, Son! Slam it into the man, he wants it
hard! He’s not a fucking pussy-boy, he’s a man; he’s a Master!
You ain’t gonna’ break him! Give him all you got! Make the son of
a bitch’s eye balls spin in opposite directions!”
Then I saw money
changing hands. Some of them made bets I couldn’t get him
off. They lost! The big winners? Beryl, Blaine,
Master Earl, the Dungeon Master ($600), Billy and Chief. Master Bert
and Oscar didn’t think they should take sides being host. Big Beryl
loved on me and pawed me all evening calling me his little money maker.
Master Earl won $400 and Chief won $200! They didn’t offer me a
cent.
Still holding
him up, out of the sling, I moved him away, free from the sling.
His arms tightly around my neck he kept milking my dick to get more of
my load out. He did. I felt a small squirt coming out. He smiled
at me. He felt it, too. A second, then finally a third. He
pulled himself in close to my chest, and I could smell his strong,
wonderful cigar breath as he kissed me hard working his big tongue into
my mouth to open it up to him. He wanted my lovin’ like he wanted my
fucking, man sized. He had impressed the shit out of me.
Now he was thanking the slave for doing a good job. He whispered
in my ear,
“I’m bidding on
you slave.” Then laughed gently. “Don’t let me go yet,
slave. This is too good.” Everyone gathered around and was
patting him on the back and the same with me. His legs were
locked in a death grip around my waist as he bounced a couple of times
on my cock. I met each bounce with thrusts of my own. He
shot the last out of his dick and collapsed with his big head on my
chest.
“Earl, you ever
cut this slave and I will take it as a personal offense against me and
kick your ass.” He laughed knowing Master Earl knew him well
enough to know he was kidding. “Okay,— okay,— credit where credit is
due. You got me, kid, and got me good! Only my slave can fuck me
better.”
“Thank you,
Sarge.” Then he found my mouth and we kissed a kiss that made
everyone start a nervous giggle and then finally applaud. He was
one hot motherfucker, and I would grace his ass anytime his slave
wanted a holiday. I knew now, how I had to perfect my fucking
technique with my ass, and I whispered to him if he would consider
giving me a few lessons.
“With your good
Master’s permission I’d be happy to, Son.” He meant it. So
did I. I asked Master Earl’s permission later and he jumped at the
chance for me to do it.
“Shit, slave, I
know how fast you learn. Couple of sessions with him and I know
what kind of fuck you’ll be. You have my enthusiastic
permission. Just be sure and ask your current owner, the Dungeon
Master for his permission.” I asked Master Jim and he was all for
it. I requested one on one. I wanted to learn from a Master, I
didn’t want to perform again. I told that to Sarge in just those words
and the old hard nose son of a bitch got tears in his eyes. “So few men
really want to learn how to please another man, Son, I’ll work
with you as long as you need, until you’re satisfied you’re the best
you can be.” Then he kissed me again and I melted. I had no idea
he could be so tender or generous with his affection. Titus told me
later he wasn’t, but he couldn’t stop talking about me. He was
fascinated with me.
“You should be
proud, Beau. You’ve captured a part of him. I’m the only
other person who has ever gotten him off without him manipulating his
cock with his hand. I could see about half way through you had him in
the palm of your hand and he was locked in. Made myself $300
bucks on you kid.” He laughed and put his arm around my shoulder.
“I couldn’t have
done it, friend, if it wasn’t for your tips. Thanks.”
“That’s our
trust, Beau.”
“It will forever
be our trust, Titus” Then we kissed, too.
“Fuck me
sometime, Beau?”
“Only if you
return the honor? ” We laughed. knowing the answer to both those
questions. We would love to get into each other’s ass. I knew
what kind of fuck he was trained to be and I wanted that. I could
learn from him, too. There was some
drinking done that night. Master Bert and Oscar held an open bar
with two beautiful young men hired from the local gay bar to bartend.
Most of the family were moderate drinkers, but something was in the
air. Celebration for the Sarge and Beau encounter. There really
was no winner because both of us were winners. He got what he
wanted, and I did what I was ordered to do to please my Masters.
Big time. Sarge and Titus couldn’t keep their hands off me.
I loved their attention. The more he drank the more Sarge sung my
praises. He got tears in his eyes and confided to anyone who had not
all ready heard ,
“You know
what? The kid begged me to give him lessons. Now, is that a
good slave or what? He recognizes talent when he sees it. He’s a
good slave. That damn Earl D. Shaw is one hell of a lucky
man. Hey Earl! Do you know how lucky you are?”
Wasn’t long
before every person there was in the raw. The two bartenders
couldn’t hold back and joined in by throwing their clothes off.
They couldn’t believe the good looking men at this party and inquired
about membership to the family. Both later joined.
That night I had
another dream come true. Master Earl invited the Dungeon Master
to stay in our bedroom with us as the other single bedrooms were
filled, and an extra one was needed. I rode my Master first and
then rode Babe to the barn. I had two hot loads in my ass from the two
men I loved most in the world. I requested my plug. I didn’t want to
lose a drop.
I awoke in the
middle of the night with two big arms thrown over me. One from each
side. How lucky could one slave be? I was so fortunate these two
men whom I loved held no jealousy for each other. On the contrary, they
had grown to love and respect each other. They reveled in their
mutual interest in me. Unbeknownst to me they had begun to
compare and plan my future together. They had formed a
partnership. I didn’t know it at the time but they cleared the
way for a wonderful relationship between the three of us. Besides that,
between the two of them, they made a thousand dollars off me.
Part III~Gentle
On My Mind
It’s not
clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their
columns now that binds me Or something
that somebody said Because they
thought we fit together walking It’s just
knowing that the world will not be cursing Nor forgiving
when I walk along some railroad track and find That
you’re moving on the backroads By the rivers of
my mem’ry And for hours
you’re just gentle on my mind John Hartford
There were more
than few hangovers the next morning. Sarge crawled up into my
arm’s, and laid his head on my chest in the warm morning sun.
Titus smiled as he lay down in the lounge next to us and set three
Bloody Mary’s on the small table between us. I started lightly
rubbing Sarge’s temples as he groaned. He became quiet after a
few minutes as I continued to rub his temples. It was working.
“Sarge, with all
seriousness, I really enjoyed our session last night. When you
feel up to it I’d love to take the same ride on your cock.” I
gently told him.
“Oh, Son, you
will. I have it on good authority you will take lessons from me.”
“There is a
God.” I looked toward heaven and they both broke up.
“Oh, shit.”
Sarge grabbed his head from laughing “You made me laugh to be mean,
slave.”
“Then you must
punish me, Master.”
“No, my good
buddy will be here this morning, with his slave and he will administer
punishment. He’s a Master with a whip. Best I’ve ever
seen. The heart of a lion and the soul of a poet.”
“I know Master
Zack well.” I told him. He bolted upright and looked at his
slave. I rolled over to show them my ass.
“That’s Zack’s
work. I’d recognize it anywhere.” He said softly to Titus
as he took a sip of his drink. No sooner had he said that than a small
brown body with a gold medallion came running pel mel around the corner
of the house yelling Beau, Beau, Beau, and jumped in my arm’s to hug
and kiss me. Button and Master Zack arrived for the day.
“You know this
slave, Button?” Sarge asked.
“Beau’s my big
brother, Sarge! Look! He gave me this magic medallion.
Isn’t it beautiful?”
Sarge started
laughing and so did Titus. He knew his joke backfired on
him. Master Zack came around the corner and came directly to
me. I fell to my knees, paid homage to his boots and quickly
found his hand. I completed the ritual as he grabbed me up,
hugged and kissed me hard.
“Damn! We just
saw each other last weekend, but we both were crazy to get over here
today to see Button’s big bro and my good slave." Sproing!
We started laughing again and Button joined us.
“Turn
around. Let me see, slave.” I turned for him. “Not bad,—
could use a touch up.”
“Speak to the
Dungeon Master, Sir, I’ll gladly be your practice slave.” He
laughed and kissed me again.
“Did you hear
that, Titus?” Interrupted Sarge, “My best buddy in the world and this
slave just ask him to be his practice slave for his whip. Am I missing
something here?”
“Gentlemen, how
are you ?” Master Zack spoke to Sarge and Titus. Titus hit his
knees and went through the ritual greeting with Master Zack.
Button did the same with Sarge. I was surprised at how gentle and
loving Sarge was with Button. The gruff old phoney. He had a
heart after all. He was putty in Button’s hands. He
obviously loved Button very much. He spent a lot of time listening and
talking to him even though his head was splitting.
“Damn, Button,
your Master looks hot today. I hope you took care of him this
morning.” I kidded Button.
“We got up late,
and I didn’t have time. I wanted to. Maybe the Dungeon
Master would let you pleasure him later, Beau. If you would, I’d
appreciate it.”
“Do you want to
watch, Button?”
“Not this time,
Beau, when you come to our place I will. He just needs to be
pleasured, and I know he’d appreciate you doing it. I would, too,
big bro. I’m not a very good slave to him, but he puts up with
me. I love him, but I just don’t know how. Sarge is giving
me lessons. I’m getting better, right Sarge?”
“Yes, yes, you
are, Button. You’re doing fine.” Sarge agreed. Later I found my
Master and the Dungeon Master at a picnic table with a drink in their
hands talking. They had their heads together in deep conversation
all morning. That’s when I began to have ideas of their working
together.
“May I join
you, Masters?”
“Sure, Son, sit
down. Any slave who makes us a thousand dollars deserves to sit with
us.” The Dungeon Master roared with laughter. Master Earl agreed.
“I have
something rather delicate to ask of you.”
“You want our
blessing to sneak off and pleasure Master Zack?” Master Earl
smiled.
“Uuuhh! Yes,
Sirs.” I said sheepishly.
“We’ve been
expecting it for sometime. He’s becoming part of ‘our’ family
isn’t he?”
“Uuhh,— ”
“You couldn’t
have chosen a finer man, Beau. You picked the cream of the crop.
You have both our approval and our blessings, right, Dungeon Master?
“Your Masters
have spoken slave.” He said stamping his final approval.
“Now, we know
old Sarge is strange but he knows what he’s doing in the fuck
department so we both decided you should take lessons from him.
Button’s taking lessons from him, and Zack says he’s improved a
lot. Imagine what that old blow hard can do for you. By the
way, he bet against himself and won $300 bucks off you.” The
Dungeon Master and Master Earl fell all over each other with laughter.
“Look, kid, you
have both our blessing to let Zack have anything he needs from you, and
we all ready cleared it with Master Bert, your Master for the weekend.
We know you won’t disappoint him or us. Remember your performance
is a reflection on us because you’re our personal property. He doesn’t
get a lot from Button. He’s totally devoted to Button and loves him.
Zack would never hurt him, but he needs a little TLC from a real
slave. He needs to feel like a Master again. We know you
can do that for him. Go for it. If we miss you we’ll know where
to find you. You won’t be bothered. Take your time with him, and give
him some slave love’n.”
I hugged and
kissed them both. They were big men. That morning after brunch I was
sitting alone with Master Zack at the table. Button was in the pool
playing with Chief, Billy and Sarge.
“I’m really
looking forward to you coming to our place, slave. Your talking
about serving me has made my dick drool for a week. I have to
keep paper towels in my levis or leathers to keep from soiling them.”
“Master Zack,” I
reached over and gently placed my hand on top of his, “We don’t
have to wait ‘til then. I have permission from your slave and
orders from my two Masters to give you anything you need this
afternoon. They even cleared it with my Master for the weekend, Master
Bert.” He looked me in the eyes and his started to water. A
few drops fell as he put his other hand on top of mine.
“I know you
wouldn’t kid me, Beau, because you have too big a heart to do
that, so I’ll trust what you tell me to be true. It’s so
like you to be thoughtful and remove all obstacles for someone you feel
needs your help. I can’t tell you how much I love you for this,
and how much I need some time with a good slave. I don’t mean Button
isn’t...”
“Shuuu,....my
Master, you don’t need to say it. What time would you like to
sneak away to the apartments or the dungeon.”
“Can we use one
of the bedrooms. I think the dungeon might get crowed and to be
honest I’m so hungry, I don’t wanna’ share you with a soul.”
“Sure, Master
Zack! We can use the bedroom my Masters and I used last night.”
“You go ahead
and do what ever you need to. I’ll bring us several beers in some
ice. I’ll tell Button not to look for me for a while. That way we
can spend a little more time together. I’ll have a couple of
beers before I come up for you, slave. You can have ‘em after I
get through with ‘em. You want the honor of taking your Whip Master’s
recycled beer slave?” Sproing!
“Yes, Sir, Whip
Master. All you see fit to honor me with, Sir. I’m really
thirsty, Sir.”
“That’s what I
like to hear, slave. No fresh beer for you then. I’ll have
all you need in my belly, right slave?” Sproing!!
“Hell, yes,
Sir.” I replied with enthusiasm.
“I’ll be up
there in about an hour. You be ready.” He stood and I came
around the table and knelt at his feet. I lovingly kissed and cleaned
his boots. I found his hand and kissed it licking the back, put
it slowly to my forehead.
“Co’mer slave,—
” I jumped into his powerful arms and kissed him with all the love I
could pass to him. He melted and knew I was ready for him no
matter what he required of me.
“Go on,
slave, and I’ll be there in about an hour. I love you,
Beau.”
“You know I feel
the same, Master Zack. You were right. That afternoon
bonded us. I am your slave, Whip Master.” I turned and went to the
apartments.
I had plenty of
time to get ready and clean myself. I even pulled my boots,
chaps, and leather vest on to await Master Zack. He didn’t take
an hour to get their. He was very horny. That was a good
sign. I went to the door, ushered him in, shut the door, and locked it
behind us. He was carrying a small cooler with about six beers inside.
He also brought a couple of sodas if I wanted something different.
He looked at me
in my leathers and smiled a lecherous grin that must have been the same
look the wolf gave Little Red Riding Hood the first time he saw
her. He snapped his fingers at me, and I feel to my knees. He had
me hard all ready. I not only kissed his boots, I cleaned those suckers
the best I could. I raised his pant legs to clean all of them. He
seemed to enjoy the homage and respect so due him. I would have
continued but found his hand waiting. I kissed and licked it,
too. Then placed it to my forehead.
“Rise, my good
slave, and show your Master love.” Boy did I give that man
a kiss to set his hair on fire. He returned it hungrily.
“I was
approached by your Masters on the way here. I spoke and
acknowledged them. They stopped me and asked where I was going with a
cooler of beer and could they come, too? What could I say? My heart
sank to my boots. We took about four steps, and I felt a big hand
on my shoulder. Big Jim spun me around and pulled me to him. He
hugged me real big and so did Master Earl. Then they fell out
laughing. We know where you’re going, we’re just giving you a bad
time. Go with our blessing and tear off a piece for us.” Then he
started crying a bit. I held him tight.
“They’re really
fine men and good friends to share you like this. I owe them a
lot.”
“Well, now,
Master, won’t that depend on how good I am as a slave for you, and how
well I pleasure you?”
“I suppose.” He
said smiling at me knowing I was coming up with some shit.
“Then let’s not
waist a minute of your time. I’m yours to command for as long as
you can stand me this afternoon.” He hugged me again and ordered
me to help him off with his boots and clothes. He sat on the bed and I
raised one of his boots between my legs. He pushed on my ass with
his other boot and it slipped off. I stood and sniffed his boot
for a minute before setting it on the floor. I grabbed the other
to help him off with it. He gave me a minute to sniff that one,
too. Damn, my old dick was getting really hard.
“You like to
sniff a Master’s boots, slave?” He asked seriously as I helped
him off with his chaps.
“Yes, Sir.
Especially a Master who I’ve closely bonded with like you, Sir.
It’s instant hard on for me.” He laughed a little at me.
“That’s normal,
slave. I wouldn’t want you any other way. You can smell ‘em
real good before you help me put ‘em back on.”
“Thank you,
Master.” I helped him get everything off and he stood before me a
chiseled God. He was not overly muscular. He had a tough,
solid muscled frame, a working man’s body. He had no fat on him at
all. He was well proportioned with a good sized, but not huge
cock. Everything was in perfect proportion.
“Now help me
back on with my chaps, slave.” I did. He turned to the bed
and pulled on his leather vest. “Now my boots,
slave.” I sat them in front of him, pulled each up to my face,
and took a good deep whiff or two of his good looking boots. He
looked me in the eye while I was doing it and winked at me knowing my
pleasure. I wedged it right in my crotch. He smiled to see where
I placed it. He slipped his foot in, pressed and then
slipped it in. We did the same with the second except this time he
didn’t move his boot away. He ordered me to move my hands behind
me. I did, and he pressed gently but firmly on my exposed cock
and balls. He pressed harder until he could see a grimace start
on my face. Then he let up.
“Good, slave,
you trust me.”
“Oh God, yes,
Master Zack. I’d trust you with my life.” He looked pleased.
“I have a sexual
problem, slave.” He announced quietly.
“What’s that,
Master.”
“I had sex with
you on the bike the other day in the barn. I fucked you down your
throat and it was hot. I went to the restroom, and wacked off
before we left Beryl’s place. If I hadn’t, I’d have shot the minute I
got it in your mouth. I’ve had that problem all my life.
The first time is rapid fire. But the second time,— well,— that’s
when you get some good sex from me.”
“That’s no
problem, Master, I’ll suck you off. If I’m around, please, my
good Master, don’t ever jack off again. Even if you plan to have sex
with someone else, allow me to take your first load. Shoot! I’ll
look forward to having your come early, then we can get to the second
load in no time. Did you get a chance to drink any beer for me to
chase it down."
"I had one but
pop me another over there, and I’ll drink it while you suck me off,
slave.” I turned to him to show him old swinger standing straight
up. He started laughing again.
“Master when you
call me ‘slave,’ you make me feel like I’m your slave. I’m slave
to three other men. I accept I’m their slave. When they call me
slave it doesn’t do the same thing to me it does when you call me
that. I don’t know what it is. Can you help me with
this?” I asked as I brought him a beer. I ask if his slave
might have a small sip of his.
“Of course,
slave. Help yourself.” I got him some extra pillows to prop
himself up for his blow job I was about to give him.
“I don’t have an
answer for you, slave. Maybe it’s ‘cause I met you as a slave and
have always known you that way. To me you are a slave. I
never dreamed one day I might have the beautiful slave I met and lusted
after at Beryl’s that night, alone and calling me Master. I don’t think
I gave you any overt signals that I would have given almost anything to
see you kneeling before me.”
“Maybe that’s
exactly why I find you attractive, Sir. You’ve always been a
gentleman and never pushed. You never took advantage of my
bonding with Button. Perhaps your reserve and respect for me as a slave
gave me room to develop feelings for you. To say nothing about the fact
you are a very attractive man.”
“Let’s not pick
it to pieces, slave. I’m comfortable with you kneeling in front of
me. You obviously find something in me that rings you chimes.
Let’s play with it. Serve me well. As my temporary slave that’s your
duty. No more talk about why. That’s an order slave. Accept that
I care for you and respect the fact you’re two good Masters property.
They’ve been generous enough to let me use you for a while. I
plan to do just that. Maybe the cherry on top is we became Master/slave
friends and you know how I feel about you. I also know we bonded much
deeper in that barn. I needed it. You needed it. We fell in
love.
Don’t
misunderstand. I’m not suggesting I’m trying to move in on your
Master's territory. I’m not afraid to love someone I know I can’t have
permanently. I’ll never let our love and friendship make me loose
sight of the fact I am a Master, and you’re a slave. Perhaps that’s
your answer.”
“Thank you, Sir,
you’re a good Master. I think you’ve answered my question eloquently. I
won’t speak of it again. Please use me, Sir, as you see fit. I
love you, too, Master Zack. May I began, Master, your slave is so
hungry to taste your beautiful cock in his mouth, may I began to
make love to it, Sir.”
“You have my
permission, slave.” I leaned over and gently kissed the big head and
ran my tongue down the shaft. I kissed every inch of it. He
held his cock up for me to clean, kiss underneath and get to his low
hanging fuzzy balls. He was much like my giant. He had his
own healthy, musky, male scent that was over powering to me. I licked
and cleaned his balls for a good while and then return to his
cock. He was an experienced Master. I could tell he knew
how to direct a slave with the slightest gesture.
“Now, you may
have it, slave.”
“Thank you,
Master, it’ll be a treat to receive your come.” I went down on
him, got it all the way to the back of my throat, pulled off to slide
down it again, and he exploded in my mouth; a good, heavy, thick
load. It had the strong taste of his clean male scent. I could
taste the same odors and pheromones I smelled the time before when his
balls were resting on my eyes and his sack was covering my nose.
I held his deposit in my mouth for a while to enjoy it. He smile,
knowing what I was doing and patted me on the head.
“Some strong
Master come to start you off right. That’s hot, slave, to hold your
Master’s come in your mouth to taste it real good. Look at my old
dick.” He was rock hard. I winked at him and swallowed breathing in air
to get a stronger taste of him in my lungs. Damn, he had a good
strong flavor!
“Thank you
Master Zack for giving me the honor of taking your seed. I’m
really proud to be serving a fine Master like you.”
“You’d
make any Master feel like a king, slave. I brought something in
my jacket over there just for you. I didn’t know whether we’d get
to play with it, but I brought it with you in mind. Why don’t you
get it, and bring if over here to me.” I walked to his jacket, looked
in the inside pocket, and there was the neatest flogging whip. I
put my head in the jacket and retrieved his whip with my mouth. I
got on my hands and knees and crawled over to the bed where he was
waiting with out stretched hand. I dropped it into his hand as he
patted me on the head.
“I can tell
you’re pleased I brought my small whip.”
“You been
reading my mail, Master?” he laughed.
“I know you like
some of the things I do. Now, let me stand up here.” He stood up. “I
promised my slave for the afternoon I’d honor him with some beer when I
finished with it. May help to get that load to your stomach,
too. So here it is slave.”
“May I take you,
Sir?”
“Permission
granted, slave.” I took him in my throat, he was still
semi-flaccid. I took a couple of strokes and slammed it down my
throat. My lips were pressed tight against his pubs around his
cock and I was kissing his belly.
“I’ve never had
a slave take me that far. Your fucking lips are pressed to the
base of my cock. Damn, slave, that’s hot.” I made myself
comfortable and put my hands on his butt cheeks. I squeezed the right
one gently. He knew the signal and instantly started his flow. He
threw back his head, put his hands on his hips, and spread his legs
apart to enjoy filling me up. He moaned with relief and talked about
how he dreamed of me taking his piss that day in the barn and jacked
off five or six times thinking about it. This should be a great honor
for you, slave, to take my piss. Once again my dick was roaring
hard. He was an experienced Master and knew how to talk the talk.
“Do you want a
little to taste, slave?” I shook my head yes and pulled out to my
mouth. He gave me a good mouth full, and it tasted like
near-beer. Not too bad. I could develop a taste for near-beer;
especially, from him, right out of the tap. He gave me one more
to taste and I slowly swallowed that.
“I know it’s a
treat, slave, to receive your Master’s used beer, but I
don’t want to fill you up too fast. We have a bit more
time. One more good mouthful then we go on.” He gave me a
good mouthful and I slowly swallowed that.
“Thank you,
Master Zack, for the honor of taking your used beer, Sir. I know
I’m not worthy, but you’re a kind and giving Master. Thank you.”
“I’m glad you’re
grateful, slave. Now, I need to get me a piece of that butt of
yours. One of your Master’s tipped me off to a talent you have for
riding your Masters. I’d certainly like to see a little of
that action while I lay back and watch.”
“It’s yours,
Master Zack, but first you must remove my plug. I’m not allowed to
touch it.”
“Before I do
that, I’m gonna’ make that little butt of yours good’n hot. I
want it cherry red before you sit down on my dick. I want to feel
the heat coming from it while you ride me.”
Master Zack took
his small whip and slapped his across the palm of his hand a few times
to make a loud noise.
“Get on you
knees on the bed, slave!” he ordered me. I did as he ordered . “Raise
your ass and lock your arms around your legs.”
I followed his
order and raised my ass as high as I could. I locked my arms around my
legs just above the knee. He came to me and began to rub my butt
with his rough, calloused hand. He had a magic touch that really
turned me on. He stopped and pressed with his thumb on my
plug. I pushed back, and he fucked me a little with his
thumb. He took his whip and rubbed it across my ass letting me
get the feel of the leather. It was cool and sensual. He started
lightly hitting my ass every now and then and would rub it again
afterward. He was getting me really hot!
“I watched you
come with the bull whip. Do you think you’ll come with my whip?”
“Yes, Sir.
My Master has one similar but larger and I come every time he
whips my ass.”
“How many does
it take, slave?”
“It depends,
Sir. With you, as hot as you’ve gotten me, I doubt it would take
more’n five or six.”
“I don’t want
you to come while I’m whipping you, slave. You will hold
it! If you feel close, you will let me know!”
“Yes, Sir.
I understand, Sir. I will obey, Sir. Shall I count for you,
Sir.”
“Yes. A
slave always counts his stripes for his Master unless given other
instruction.”
“Thank you,
Sir.”
“Now, I’m going
to warm you up with about ten light hits. You don’t need to count
those. I’ll tell you when to start counting.”
“Yes, Sir,
Master.”
All the while he
was talking to me he was rubbing and playing with my ass. He was
letting his whip lightly drop over and around on my butt. He
withdrew and I knew he was about to start his warm-up. I felt his
first blow and it was light. So was his second and the
rest. He instructed me never to drop my ass. If I was
forced to move from the blow, then resume my position as quickly as
possible. He gave me ten soft hits. He moved to my ass
again and rubbed it a little more forcefully. His touch was
electric and felt wonderful. He withdrew again.
“You will start
counting now, slave.”
“Yes, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.”
“Whopp!” his
first hit was not soft. It was pretty hard and almost sent me
forward, but I managed to maintain my position.
“One, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.” I no sooner got that out than he applied my
second stripe. It was even harder.
“Whopp!”
“Two, Sir. Thank
you, Master Zack!”
“Whaap!
“Three,
Sir. Thank you, Sir.” They were getting progressively
harder.
“Whaaap!!”
“Four, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.” He leveled off with this stripe.
“Whaaap!”
“Five,
Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
I don’t know
what was happening to me. I was suddenly into a new epiphany.
Master Zack turned me own so much I was thinking more of pleasing him
than allowing myself to go with it and enjoy the sensual feeling of the
whip to stimulate me to climax. He walked over to me and once again
rubbed his whip over and around my ass. He started rubbing my
butt again with his rough hand. It was extremely sensual and my
dick couldn’t have been harder.
“I’ve changed my
mind, slave.” he spoke quietly, “I’m going to whip you ‘til you
come. Now, get around here and take my boots off.”
He sat on the
edge of the bed, and I removed his handsome boots. He took them
from me, and set them on the bed toward the middle.
“Same position,
slave. This time I want your face in my boots breathing in my
good smells while I continue with your whipping. You yell when
you’re about to come and make damn sure you come on my boots,
understand, slave!”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Zack, and thank you, Sir!”
I got back into
position.
“Put that ass up
there a bit higher! That’s it! I’m gonna’ start where we left
off. Ready, slave!”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Whaaap!”
“Six, Sir.
Thank you, Master Zack!”
I was breathing
in the wonderful smell of his boots and couldn’t help but run my tongue
over them a few times. My dick was ever harder, if that was
possible.
“Whaap!!!”
“Seven,
Sir. Thank you, Master.”
“Whaap!!!
“Eight,
Sir. Good one, Master Zack, thank you!”
“Whaap!!!!!!
“Nine,
Sir. Thank you, Master Zack.”
That one did it
and I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Master, I can’t
hold it any longer!”
“Two more,
slave. You can hold it!”
“Whaaaaap!!!!!!
That one was so
hard I almost fell over his boots, but I didn’t. I was trying
like Hell not to come. I started fucking my ass with my plug to
counteract the feeling.
“Ten, Sir.
Thank you, Master Zack!”
I no sooner got
that out than he let me have another.
“WHAAAAP!!!!
It was the
hardest of all and I started shooting all over his boots.
“Eleven,
Sir. Thank you, Master Zack! One more, please, Master!
“WHAAAAAP!!!!!
That one got the
rest out of me, and I really covered his boots. He came to me and
began to kneed and rub my butt with his calloused hands again. The pain
went away immediately. He continued to rub and then began to fuck
me with my plug. I pushed back to let him get his best shot at my
ass. He must have hit something in there because I erupted again
all over his boots. He was laughing at me. He stopped
playing with my ass.
“Help me on with
my boots, slave.”
I very carefully
moved his boots around in front of him and held them for him to put
on. He did most of the work. He didn’t want my come running
off his boot. When he got them on he stood and looked down at
them proudly.
“Whew!
Slave-boy come ALL over my boots! There has to be two loads
there.”
“Yes, Sir,
Master. There’s two loads there.”
“Lot a’ good
eat’n on them boots, slave. Hungry?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Zack. I’d love to eat my come off your boots.”
“C’mon,
boy, you get down there and eat your come off a’ my boots, and
put your ass as high in the air as you can. You’ve still got a
few licks come’n. You don’t have to count this time. You’ll
be too busy clean’n my boots. Go for it, slave! Suck that come
off my boots!”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Zack. Thank you, Sir.”
I was on his
boots in an instant enjoying my feast of my own come mingled with the
strong flavors of the leather from his boots. Damn! My dick
was rock hard again as I felt his first blow. It wasn’t a hard
one. He was toying with my butt, now. This was for
me. He knew I understood as I raised my ass even higher and heard
him chuckle.
“Good
slave!” He said softly.
I continued
eating my come and cleaning his boots. He gave me about four more
medium stripes. They felt really good and sensual. I finished,
but I hoped he didn’t notice. I was going back for seconds.
Not much gets by Master Zack.
“That’s enough,
slave. Too much of a good thing will spoil a slave.”
I raised up and
he smiled at me as he played with my head like I was a favorite
pet. I was his pet. I was willing to be anything this man
wanted me to be.
“I want to get
your plug out and get you on my dick before the heat wears off.
Your ass is glowing like a cherry. It’s just right for fuck’n.
Get me a towel and hit the position, slave! Now!”
I got him a
towel and hit the position for his ease in removing my plug. He
popped it out with one swift movement. He knew what he was doing,
he’d been here before. I sat it aside for him. He got comfortable
on the bed and I asked permission to slather up his cock with my saliva.
“Permission
granted, slave.” I cleaned it, made love to it, and got a
lot of spit on it. “You may take it if you need to, slave.” I
took it in my mouth to work the saliva around on his rock hard
cock. I was satisfied it was ready.
“May I mount
your horse, Sir?”
“Permission
granted, slave.” I got my ass directly over it. Positioned it at
my rosebud so it wouldn’t slip, reached back, spread my ass
cheeks and took him hard to his balls. He sucked in air.
“Woah, slave!
That was one Hell of a mount. Feels good up that tight little ass
of yours. And I was right! It’s just the right temperature for
serving up to your Master.”
Damn!
Master Zack could say some of the most sexy things to me. He kept my
dick hard the whole time I was with him. I took a couple of small
strokes to stretch my saddle. He got a pleased smile on his face. I
moved my ass around and ground it down on the base of his dick to
stretch the muscle for my ride. I knew I was going to get
him off in a big way. Somehow, I wanted it more for him than I
did for me.
“When you shoot
in me, Master, do I have your permission to shoot too or do you allow
your slave’s to come while fuck’n them?”
“I noticed you
didn’t say ‘if’ you shoot in me. You said ‘when’ I shoot in you.
Isn’t that pretty sure of yourself, slave?”
“No, Sir.
You will come.”
“We’ll see,
slave,— we’ll see. I doubt seriously you’ll be able to come again, boy.
However, I’ve seen stranger things in my day. I tell you what, if, and
only if you get me off, after you feel me shoot, if you can, you may
get yours, understand, slave?”
“Yes, Master
Zack. Thank you, Sir.” I said respectfully. I began to work on
him. He was skeptical at first but I could see in his eyes my
efforts were beginning to feel a little better than just okay. When I
shifted gears a little and increased my speed and depth of stroke I
noticed he moved his whole body to a more prone, comfortable position.
Master Zack laid
his head back, closed his eyes and began to moan. I knew I had
him. I was working up a full head of steam as I shifted up another gear
and headed into an even longer, faster, harder stroke. I tightened my
ass on his cock and gave him several short strokes to his base,
slamming my ass hard against it, then opened up again on him full bore
stroke, steady, fast, hard and mean. I could feel him building under
me. To his surprise he automatically arched his back to raise his
cock to meet my thrust. I sensed what he needed, hard,
short, fast, steady, and I made sure he got it.
“Uuhhuu, aauu,
Aaauurrrggg, uhuhhh...” I felt his flow begin and I knew had him.
I tried to bite his dick off with my ass as I came spasming around it.
He shot again; a hard one that racked his soul and brought him up off
the bed. I hit it one more time and bit down on his cock again
with my ass muscles. He was holding on to me for dear life
when he shot the third wave and was exhausted. I managed to drain
his balls the second time. With a little rest I was ready to go for
number three.
He held me
around my waist not wanting me to pull off his cock. I wasn’t in
any hurry. I still had the milking to do. As I began to gently
milk the rest out of him and into my ass. I put my arms around him and
held him close. He needed that. Every now and then I would continued
milking him with my ass. This was an emotional climax as well as
physical for him. The more he held me, the tighter I held him. I kissed
him on his head and petted him. I held his head pressed close to
my chest. He finally pulled back and looked at me as I milked him one
more time.
“That was
unbelievable, slave. Damn, good! My cock feels like it belongs in
there.”
“Of course, it
does! You know it does, Master. You won a piece of my ass anytime
you need it when we bonded that afternoon in the barn. You have
become a part of my extended family. My Masters accept
that. You only have to ask one of them. Then I’m
yours. But, I don’t want to interfere with my little brother.”
“Well,— it
wouldn’t be often, but once in a while, Beau,— I’m sorry, slave.
Once in a while, slave, if I could use you for a couple of hours it
would help measurably.”
“You only have
to ask, Master. I know you will be discrete with Button. I don’t want
to be a party to causing him any hurt. If I could do anything, I
wish I could help him and teach him some things to pleasure you better.
I know you love him deeply, and it’s been rough on you.” “Slave,— he’s
changed one hundred percent for the better since the night he met
you. He’s really trying, and in some respects he’s getting
better. Others,— he just has no concept of. He hasn’t been
exposed to Masters and slaves to know how they should interact. I have
a hard time getting through to him. I could be mean and demanding, but
that’s not my way. I want a slave to love and respect me for the
man I am and not because I scare the Hell out of them. I don’t want to
threaten him or brow beat him all the time. I’ve seen other Masters do
that to their slaves, and it breaks their spirit. Then they’re only
good for menial task, certainly not for companionship. I hate to say
it, I’ve even considered selling Button a couple of times, but I can’t
do it.”
“Master Zack,
would you believe me if I told you it will work out for you very soon?”
“Some kind of
miracle?”
“No, even
better. Will you trust me?”
“I’ve heard
things and seen things happen with you slave and I will, indeed, trust
you.” He instructed me to pull off of him. I lay in his arms for
a while and listened to him. He was a good hearted man, a man of peace.
He had strong needs that were not being met. They would be soon;
somehow, I was going to see to it. I didn’t exactly know how, but there
was a voice inside of me telling me to give him hope.
“What else can I
do for my Master this afternoon?”
“I haven’t had a
slave clean my ass out for a long time. I want you to do that for
me, slave, while I beat off. I have one more in me that needs to
come out. I love to have a slave eat me out while I jack off on
his face.” Again, I was instantly hard again. Damn, this
man knew how to use a slave without being shy. He didn’t have to
ask twice.
He decided he
wanted my ass re-plugged. I hit the position and he expertly
inserted my plug. He didn’t stop until he was satisfied it was
seated properly. He laid me out on the bed and sat on my face to
rest his hole right on my mouth, and I took it from there. He
beat his meat as I was dutifully cleaning him out. It didn’t take him
long to yell for me to open my mouth, he had another load for me. He
backed up a bit and shoved his dick in my mouth for me to finish him
off. He shot a big load. It was a good one, too, thick and
ropey. A little lighter flavor than the first but excellent.
I rubbed his
back for him for a while and there came a knock on the door. It
was the Dungeon Master checking on us. I let him in but he didn’t
want to interrupt.
“No, no, come
in, Dungeon Master.” Master Zack insisted. “We’re
through. I wanna’ thank you and Earl D. for your
generosity. I owe you men a great deal. I didn’t believe
the riding story. Thought you guys were pulling my leg. Well, I
apologize to both you, Sirs. Your slave was remarkable. You two have a
fine slave on your hands. I love him dearly as I love you two. He held
back nothing and served me better than well. You should be proud
of your property. He is a credit to both of you.”
“He’s a keeper.”
Laughed the Dungeon Master. “You two get cleaned up and come on down
for dinner. We’ll wait for you.” Master Zack and I jumped in the
shower together and I washed him completely as a good slave should for
his Master and gently toweled him off afterward. God, he
was an attractive, wholesome, earthy, masculine man. I would do
anything to serve him.
We went down to
a great dinner of turkey, ham and all the trimmings. Oscar had tied his
tits to the stove for a couple of days making this Sunday afternoon
feast for about thirty people. He was in his element, happy to be
serving and to be needed. Billy helped a lot. They worked well
together. Oscar ordered and yelled, Billy did.
Sarge was
razzing Master Zack for disappearing earlier and ask what he was doing.
“Oh, I just
found out there’s a man-slave you could learn a thing or two from about
getting fucked.” Sarge was silent for a few minutes.
“You’re not
kidding, are you Zack?”
“No, Sir, I’m
not. Most remarkable fuck I’ve had in ten years, and my slave is
going to take lessons from him.” Master Zack put his arm around
Button and pulled him close. Surprisingly, Sarge didn’t bull his way
through that one. He just let it drop and winked at me. The rest
of the afternoon was wonderful. Button and I sat and talked for a
long time about all things. I discovered Button was almost
childlike and didn’t have much concept of giving and getting.
He’d been beaten down so many times in life he existed from day to day
in a sheltered environment under Zack’s care. For all practical
purposes he was a child to Zack and not a sufficient adult
companion. Bad companionship sometime can be better than none at
all, depending on one’s needs and point of view. He was thrilled
I got off, alone, with Zack and pleasured him. He had no
jealousy. He was like a young kid who wanted his dad to start
dating again after his mother died.
I didn’t try to
influence Button, I just listened and talked about my visit to come.
Button was learning to live all over again. I was afraid if he were
pushed too much it could be devastating for him. I could see my hopes
to educate Button were not going to get very far. You have to want to
learn. You have to want to be a good slave. Nothing seemed to
hold Button’s attention for very long. I wouldn’t have held his
attention had he not felt he could open up to me and tell me everything
in his heart; which wasn’t a Hell of a lot. I don’t even think slave
training would do him much good. There were too many subtle
concepts, he just wouldn’t be able to grasp. I was
beginning to believe Master Zack was a saint. Nevertheless, there was
something haunting and innocent in Button’s way of dealing with life.
There was
something not right though. In all my evaluation of Button there
was one haunting facet. He and Sarge seemed to have developed
some sort of strange bond that defied my understanding. Sarge
seemed to be the only man who could hold Button’s attention long enough
to get through or teach him anything. The strangest part was Sarge
wasn’t his hard nose, hard charging, demanding self with Button.
He treated Button totally different from anyone else he came in contact
with. He treated Button like the fragile creature he was. Sarge
didn’t demand anything of Button except he be respectful and
considerate. Respect and manners were Sarge’s due, and he damn
well was going to get it. Sarge would tolerate nothing less from
Button and he got it.
I knew something
was going to happen for the better for Master Zack and Button, but I
just didn’t know what. It was another one of my crazy feelings of
late that usually came true. I described it to Master Earl and the
Dungeon Master who were as stumped as I was. When Master Zack
left with Button, he was all over me thanking me quietly for spending
the afternoon with him. He was like a new man when he and Button
left. Even old Sarge recognized it. Big Beryl was thrilled
for him. Told him he hadn’t seen a silly grin on his face like that in
a long time.
“Good to see,
Son,— it's good to see.”
Everyone left
including my Master who wanted to get back to feed puss and do some
other chores before work tomorrow. He no longer had Monday off on
his rotation schedule. Titus got me to one side and told me what I did
for Zack impressed the Hell out of his Master. He said Sarge wanted to
see more of me. He also wanted to know what the Hell Zack was
talking about. I told him it probably had something to do with
the way I got him off, but I wasn’t sure. Titus gave me their phone
number and ask to have Master Earl or Big Jim give them a call.
It was getting
late and Master Bert excused me early to get back to Mt. Washington
with the Dungeon Master. We thanked them for their hospitality and
kindness. I was a wonderful weekend. I kissed and hugged
Billy thanking him for a dream come true. He cried.
The Dungeon
Master and I got on the road and made good time getting back. We
didn’t talk much on the way. You had to yell at each other. It
was not that long a trip. I enjoyed feeling him and being with
him. I knew something was up between him and my Master, but I
didn’t know what. They were closer than I ever knew them to
be. Somehow, it felt good. Somehow, it just felt right.
We arrived back
at Mt. Washington to find Master Jeb lounging in the pool reading a
magazine on organic gardening. He was feeling much better,
fixed his own dinner and wanted to hear all about the weekend. I
was getting tired as we talked, and he saw me drifting. He
laughed, and told me to get my ass up to bed. I hugged, kissed him and
trudged up the stairs to the Bear’s Lair as I began to refer to the
Dungeon Master’s room. I found him again sitting in the dark
looking out at the view. I crawled up in his lap, kissed him, and
sat looking out with him for a few minutes. We were quiet.
We didn’t always have to talk to know the secrets of each other’s
heart, we just knew. Something happened this weekend that lifted a
great weight off my big blue ox and he was radiant. He folded his big
arms around me and held me. He kissed me behind the ear, and whispered
very softly, almost not loud enough to hear,
“I love you.”
I took his giant
paw, held it up to my face, and kissed it gently. I didn’t have
to say the words, he knew.
End of Chapter
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