On the rough wet grass of the back yard my father and mother have
spread quilts. We all lie there, my mother, my father, my uncle, my
aunt, and I too am lying there. They are not talking much, and the talk
is quiet, of nothing particular, of nothing at all in particular, of
nothing at all. The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like
a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near. All my people are
larger bodies than mine,...with voices gentle and meaningless like the
voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One
is a musician, she is living at home. One is my mother who is good to
me. By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall
ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth lying on quilts, on the
grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of the night.
May God bless my people, my uncle, my aunt, my mother, my good father,
oh, remember them kindly in their time of trouble; and in the hour of
their taking away. After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep,
soft smiling, draws me unto her; and those receive me, who quietly
treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home; but will not,
oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am.
From: Knoxville: Summer 1915 ~ James Agee
Part I ~ Tranquility Base
Master Ox and I became the terrors of at least three suburbs of Los
Angeles. Mt. Washington, Silverlake and Atwater. Throw in Los
Felis, Glendale and Lincoln Heights for good measure. I don’t
know why? We went everywhere on the back of his Harley, even to the
store. I’d hold a bag of groceries while we sped up the hill to
home. Mt. Washington was becoming home. No,— Hell, it was home. It was
the first place in my life I felt I was truly home.
I lived my childhood as an indentured servant to a family who knew
nothing about me. We all lived in a ‘house.’ It wasn’t a home to
me. I made it a home for them, but no one made me feel at home.
The more I did for them the more I felt alienated, an outsider, a
caretaker, until one day I woke up, and no one could tell me who
I was.
On Mt. Washington, I found myself fitting like the final piece of a
complicated jig saw puzzle. These two men I had been so afraid of
several months ago were now, without question, my kin. I was coming to
grips with the fact I had no more family in Texas. My family
became a fine group of men who rode bikes and took other men for slaves
for their pleasure and companionship. With love, strength,
and understanding they cared enough to tell me who I am. I could
foresee the day when I would look at my family in Texas and say,
“I know you not. I gave and gave to you. You never stopped long enough
to find out from where or from whom this giving or goodness came.
It was always there so you came to expect it. You never wanted to know
who I was. You never asked. You simply took. Now, this day,
this hour, you may not expect it anymore. The greatest treasure you
will have lost is never to have known who your brother was.
Sadder yet,— you never cared enough to find out.”
* * * * * * *
It seemed like everyone was watching the dynamic duo everywhere we went
like they expected us to rape, pillage and burn, carrying off the women
and children like nomadic Huns. Yeah,— neat trick on the back of a
Harley. It was hard enough getting up the hill with a bag full of
groceries without having to chase some item back down.
We saw a couple of linemen who might've been in big trouble if they
knew what was being said about them. One construction worker pouring
concrete with his shirt off and a huge, hot pair of thigh high,
industrial, rubber boots almost became unwitting prey. I made Big Jim
ride by three times. I didn’t have to beg him. That poor man would’ve
had a heart attack if he knew the nasty things we fantasized about
doing to him; lovingly, of course!
Women and children? Naw! The Great Bear Pleiades and I weren’t
interested in them. We were too busy doing unspeakable crimes against
nature to each other. Mother nature may not have been pleased, but we
were loving every minute of it. Crimes against nature my ass. Seemed
pretty damn natural to us. Last time I checked, I was still a part of
nature; a card carrying Homo sapien. It's interesting to note all
men are part 'homo." If God didn’t make me to love men, who the
fuck would the world have to point a finger at and call “queer”?
Mother nature? Sorry, Mom, just doing the job dad gave me to do.
The more we worked out the more stamina I had to get through the busy
days; however, it made me incredibly horny all the time. The Dungeon
Master would look at me and get a shit eating grin on his face knowing
I was thinking the same thing he was. We couldn’t get our clothes off
fast enough. I actually shot once while pulling off his big
boots. He roared with laughter for several minutes and had to
find Jeb. Then I heard the two of them going off.
He made me start drinking some kind of protein drink in the late
afternoons with all kinds of powders and stuff he wouldn’t let me see.
I’m sure it had eye of newt in it. Newt has such a strong recognizable
flavor. Once you’ve tasted really fresh newt you can’t forget it.
You’ll never go back to the dried stuff. I felt like Rosemary’s
baby. Whatever it was, it was having its desired
affect. I had muscles I never knew about popping out all over my
body. My tits were getting enormous. The Dungeon Master's drink
had to be of satanic origin because it made me horny as the Devil.
Chief was spending more and more time with us and became the third
member of our terrible troika. When the three of us rode together we
actually saw little old ladies run for the safety of their cars.
We were a mini-gang of bikers who terrorized the mean streets of Los
Angeles. Really now? Three men whose big hearts could be broken
with a glance, terrorist? I don’t think so.
Chief set up a temporary home away from home in one of the
smallest upstairs bedrooms under the stairs to the huge attic. He
sometime stayed over but never intruded in Big Jim and my relationship.
He was invited several times but declined. He didn’t feel comfortable,
and we didn’t push. He loved our companionship, and he became
loved by everyone. Chief was always ready to give and asked very
little. To be included was the most important thing to him.
I included him in a couple afternoon sessions which were pretty damn
hot. He seemed convinced he was going to meet someone soon whom he
could take for a slave.
He was learning day by day to be a good Master. He was also learning
from the best. He took a lot of the burden off Big Jim by helping
take care of Master Jeb when he had his bad spells. Chief would ride to
Mt. Washington right after work if we had to be somewhere else, and fix
dinner or just set with Master Jeb. He often read to him. They
were growing very close and Master Jeb came to love Chief like a
son. Chief had an Indian name for Master Jeb only he could pronounce.
He said it meant great, wise and revered father. It had nothing
to do with a family father. It was reserved for shamans or holy
men of his tribe. When he was not at Mt. Washington he called Master
Jeb every evening about the same time to check on him and tell him
about his day. I think, because of Chief’s attention, Master Jeb
began to get stronger. Master Jeb confided in me Chief chanted
sacred prayers over him several times. He swore he felt better. I could
believe it. Chief had some mystical quality about him which made
him and I perfect compliments to each other.
Chief sat in on many of my slave conversations with Master Jeb and
talked to him endlessly about the how and whys of certain directions of
the talking. Master Jeb began to let Chief direct my talking and
then later, in private, discuss it with him. Chief took his
learning seriously and when he was working with me he shifted
gears. He became a caring man, a teacher, who was at once as wise
as he was concerned.
It became important for him I was getting the message I was becoming
the total slave I wanted to be. It was understood, it was a no return
trip of discovery. I never looked back. I was rushing head long
into the permanent mentality of a slave. I never felt more free in my
life. If I wanted it, Chief wanted me to have it. With Master
Jeb’s help he was going to see I got it. He became very good.
Master Jeb and he would talk about the psychology of Master/slave
relationships for hours.
Jim always had his journal taking his shorthand. Chief kept copious
notes while talking to Master Jeb. He would take down important
things in his native language. He used it as a form of code or
shorthand to remember. Then he would spend hours translating and
expanding the text into a journal of his own. He would
periodically submit it to Master Jeb for reading and discussion.
Master Jeb was thrilled with his quick ability to grasp abstract
concepts, and keen interest in slave training. Jeb had found
another protege.
Friday morning early we were up before dawn to get to the gym. I had
come to think of Fridays as 'Hell days.' That was the day we
crammed every workout into one morning. My tongue was hanging out
by the time we finished. We had a couple errands to run, then we
were going back to Mt. Washington to fix breakfast for us and Master
Jeb. I was usually in charge of breakfast, but this morning the Dungeon
Master decided he wanted to do it. He always amazed me, he never
followed a recipe, but it always came out tasty. We sat down to
breakfast, and I ate like a horse. I couldn’t get the food in fast
enough. My plate had ‘hay hand in mowing season' proportions and to my
own surprise I was scarfing it all down. I stopped to look up and
saw them looking at me. I suddenly felt self conscious.
“Am I eating too fast, Sirs? Too much?” They fell out laughing.
“We’re stunned at the amount you’re eating compared to two months
ago. We want you to eat more. You're gaining muscle mass and your
body requires more nourishment. Those protein shakes are
helping. Look at his arms, Jeb. He’s really popping all
over. Go on, Son,— eat.”
“Yes, Sir.” I attacked my food again to their amusement.
“Dungeon Master,— slave. I’ve been thinking about something and I
want your input. Slaves generally don’t have a say in much, but Beau’s
a part of our immediate family and should be considered. What do you
say to me asking Jim Redfeather to move in here with us? We’ve
got all those spare bedrooms upstairs, two down here, and a huge attic
we don’t use. He’s here three to four nights out of the week
anyway. He could pay us a minimal amount for room rent and some
for board. It’ll be understood that board doesn’t include three meals a
day, everyday. Mostly dinners, breakfast, and whatever for
weekends. Chief can have his choice of rooms or the entire attic if he
wants. If the thought of another person living here invades your
space, Dungeon Master, he could have one of the two empty bedroom
downstairs.”
“We wondered when you were going to come up with this idea,—
right, Beaver?”
“Yes, Sir, we’ve been expecting it for,— what, Dungeon Master,
two or three weeks?”
“Well,— why the Hell didn’t you guys say something?”
“You wanna’ take this one, Beaver, or you want me to?”
“We didn’t think it was our place to suggest it, Master Jeb. We both
feel at home here. We know you consider us family, but asking
someone else to live here should be your decision. Now, if you
want to know how I feel about it, I think it's your best idea since you
decided to con me into becoming a slave.” Deadly silence.
Master Jeb couldn’t believe what he heard, looked at Big Jim, who was
trying hard to contain himself. I couldn’t hold it any longer and
burst out laughing. He roared with laughter at my insolence.
“Well,” he said, “out the mouth of babes. I guess I did con you into
becoming a slave, Son,— but I never lied to you. I told you
exactly what I was doing. Would you go back?”
“You know better’n that, you know I wouldn’t, Master Jeb.” I replied
laughing.
“I shouldn’t have even asked that question. Hell,— that big ape
and I couldn’t do without you. One of us would tackle you on your way
to the door, hog tie you until you changed your mind and promised to
stay.” He roared again with laughter.
“I think it’s a damn good idea, Jeb. I agree with sprout, here,
it’s the best idea you’ve had since you agreed to take him on for
training. Hell, you know how I feel about Chief. He’s my
little brother. I won’t feel my space is being invaded. Be
nice to have someone else checking in on you when we’re not
around. We worry about you.”
“Well,— as you guys know, I’ve become quite fond of Chief, and I like
the idea having a third person around. He loves the two of you more
than you know. He idolizes you, Jim. He wants to become a
Master like you,— and Beaver, I actually think he’d kill for you if you
were threatened. He’s been a great comfort to me, and I all ready
think of him as part of our intermediate family.”
“Then, by all means, do it with our blessings. He can have any
space he wants except that little room at the end of the hall next to
my bedroom. With your permission, I’m going to make it into a
small office/study room for me. We’ve only used it to store Christmas
decorations for the last ten years. With Beavers help I can
move that stuff to the attic store room.”
“Sure, do it! That’s a great idea, Jim. It’s just the right size,
and it gets cross ventilation in the afternoons. It’s quite nice
in that little room. Go for it!”
“When are you gonna’ ask him, Jeb?” asked Master Jim.
“He’s coming this evening for dinner to stay the weekend. We’re
all invited to Earl’s place for a pool party Sunday. Earl picks
up his slave this afternoon at six for his visitation. Are you ready,
Son?”
“Master Jeb,— I’ve been ready since Wednesday.” he laughed.
“You’re coming Sunday, aren’t you?” I asked.
“I’ll be there for sure.” said the Dungeon Master.
“I can’t say yet, Son. Depends on how I feel Sunday morning. With
Chief here all weekend, I probably will. I always feel better
when he’s around. To tell you the truth, I really think there’s
something to his healing chants.”
“We’ve heard him a few times beating on that small drum he keeps in his
room, but we can’t hear him chanting.”
“Damn it,— when he beats his drum, it relaxes me. When he chants
it puts me into a deep state of relaxation, and I really feel like I’m
healing, Jim. It may be all in my head, an old man’s wishful
thinking but I could swear it helps.”
“It is helping you, Master Jeb. Listen,— to,— me.” I didn’t look
up from my food. “Just let him keep it up and go with it. Don’t ask
questions about why or how it’s working, just accept the
gift.” I shook my head trying to come awake I dosed off.
“Do you know what you just said, Beau?” Questioned Big Jim.
“I didn’t say anything. Master Jeb was talking, and I dosed off
for a minute. I’m sorry.” Master Jeb looked at Big Jim and shook
his head. “That’s my answer. Someone or something just spoke through
him to me and he doesn’t even recall it.”
“Come on, Master Jeb, you're yanking my chain.”
“No, he’s not, Beau.”
“As a matter of fact it was another voice other than yours that came
out.” I was getting panicky.
“It wasn’t Wes, I would have felt him. He wouldn’t enter me
without permission.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“To answer your original question, I planned to ask Chief this evening
at dinner. You may or may not be here, slave, depending on when
we get dinner on the table. I’m fixing chicken on the grill again
and Mrs. Rutherford down the hill brought us a huge bowl of German
potato salad. I thought I’d pick some of those green beans you and
Beaver planted. Have you looked at them lately? I’ve been
watering and hit ‘em with a shot of Miracle Grow a week ago, and
there’s more beans on those vines than I’ve ever seen. I’ll take some
to Mrs. Rutherford when I take her bowl back. On Friday’s, Chief always
comes up here straight from work. How about the four of us
sitting down when he gets here and asking him then. I’d like you
to be here, Beau. I want him to think we’re asking him as a family
group. He has a keen understanding of extended family, and feels like
we've become that for him.”
“Sure, Master Jeb. That’s a good idea. I think he’ll go for it.
He likes to get off by himself sometimes, and there’s plenty of room
around here for that. I’m grateful for my little space in the
dungeon. I can get away and think. It’s quiet and cool down
there. Its become my 'sanctum sanctorum.'”
“Your 'sanctum sanctorum?'” Big Jim asked laughing. Master Jeb
laughed at him.
“Everyone needs a little space every now and then. We try never to
bother you when you go down there unless we need you.” said Master Jeb.
Master Ox and I went upstair for a while. He wanted to unwind
before we went out to finish cleaning up the area to the back and far
side of the auditorium. It was brush, vines and an old over grown
avocado tree. We trimmed most of the tree yesterday, but we
still had lots of crap to throw into a big roll off container we rented
for the week. We had the damn thing half full. We wanted to
get the rest in as soon as possible.
We lay across his big bed talking. He and I never lacked for
something to talk about. We talked while we were working together. We
didn’t stop and talk, we talked while we worked. He was quite for
a moment and once again I noticed the serenity or calm he had ever
since last weekend. I thought it might be a good time to feel him
out about what happened.
“Ever since last weekend you’ve been different, Master Ox.”
“How different, slave?”
“Calm, relaxed, almost resigned, I guess; serene sometimes.”
He was quiet for a while.
“I can’t hide much from you, can I?”
“Why would you want to? We’ve told each other the secrets of our
souls. You just seem more at peace than I’ve seen you, and I was
curious. I won’t press to know, but it’s good to see.”
“It’s no big secret, but I think you should hear it from your
Master. We had a long heart to heart talk. I played
the bare butt honesty card and he trumped me with his understanding and
generosity of spirit cards. He’ll fill you in, tonight, I’m sure.
Let him tell you the details. It’s not any big thing. We realized
we had something special in common. We love and respect
each other. He’s an amazing man, Beau. You’re one lucky
little son of a bitch to be getting him for a Master. Maybe I
should say you were lucky to have loved and been loved by Wes. I’ve no
doubt Wes got you together. I guess I had me one of them, there,
epiphanies this weekend.” he said tongue in cheek in the vernacular,
“It all became clear to me. You weren’t meant for me. Jeb was
right all along. Does that mean I plan to stop loving you because
of that epiphany? Hardly! Earl D. was the person Jeb had in mind for
you all along. I should’ve never doubted him. Jeb knows what he’s
doing.”
“I think you’re a pretty amazing man, Master Ox. I know Master Earl is
a good man, and I thank God I’m his intended slave. I just hope
something doesn’t fuck it up.”
“Do you foresee anything? Have you gotten any flashes of the near
future?”
“One. I told Master Earl there’s something not quite right about this
Master Bear or Captain Fantastic. I haven’t been able to feel
more, but there’s something,— wait a minute, he wasn’t
burned! That leather mask he wears is for another reason.”
“Did that just come to you?”
“Yeah,— I mean, yes, Sir, Master.”
“Interesting,— I don’t have a clue. I’ve talked to Sam several
times,and he says he’s a wonderful man and a better Master. He
said he’s a no nonsense kind of person but he’s a loving man as well.
Is it possible he might be a better Master for you than either Earl or
me?”
“Well, when you’re in my position you think about everything. I
would probably be devastated for a while, but if it happens I can’t do
anything about it. I’ll have to go with him. I can’t say,
'King’s-X’, I don’t wanna' be your slave. I want to be
Master Earl’s slave.”
“Yes, if he should win the bid you will become his slave. It
makes me wonder if Earl D. should've let you go through slave training
without first making a claim. That way a price could have been
agreed upon and you would become his at the end of training.
“No one told me that was an option, Master Jim.”
“Well, it was partly because of timing. You gave Jeb your decision to
accept his offer to train you the same day you met Earl. He
couldn’t have known he was going to fall in love with you, so you were
all ready locked into training with us. Earl’s not a man to buck
the system. He’s proud of you for going through training and sees a
remarkable difference in you so far. You know, today you’re two
thirds of the way though training. It’ll be over before you can turn
around.”
“Yes, Sir, it’s going by fast. What would Master Earl do if I went to
this other Master?”
“He’d probably try to negotiate buying you from him. If he didn’t want
to sell you, Earl D. would survive. He’d probably take another slave
later. You’ve taught him to love again.”
“I’d be more concerned for him than me. I wouldn’t want it to
happen, but if it did I’d have to make the best of it. I might even
learn to love him. I would hope so, but I don’t know.”
“There’s one thing you should know no one’s had the heart to tell you
but I will, because I think it only right you be prepared. He neuters
all his slaves before he even takes them home. He has an older slave
who acts as his Dungeon Master, and he’s the only slave he’s allowed to
keep his genitals. Sam said the Dungeon Master has a massive cock
and performs for his Master with the slaves regularly. He’s looking for
a number one slave to share his bed, and be over the other slaves
including the Dungeon Master. Maybe he’ll want you to keep them
if you’re over the Dungeon Master. Sam couldn’t say for sure.”
“I chose this road. If he buys me and wants them removed I won’t cry a
tear. I agreed to this with my eyes wide open, and I’ll sign his
unconditional contract as I would any other Master who bought me.”
“Then you weren’t blowing smoke up my ass when you told me you’d
give them up for me.”
“If I knew I could be with you or Master Earl tomorrow I’d go to the
kitchen, get a knife and have you do it right now.”
“I believe you, slave.” Then he kissed me gently. “Let’s don’t go
crazy. Earl D. has faith in Wes. After talking to him I think I
do, too. Just don’t consider running. The family would find you,
and it wouldn’t be pretty. They would force you to submit if he
required it. You don’t want that.”
“I wouldn’t consider it. I became a slave a couple of weeks ago,
and I accept my place.”
“That’s why I love you. You make a decision, you stick with it.”
My Dungeon Master encouraged me.
We went out to work in the yard but what he told me put a cloud over
me. Not so much the thought of being neutered, but the idea of
not being able to spend my life with the two Masters I loved. The
Dungeon Master knew I was feeling bad because I didn’t talk much.
I put my frustration into my work. We had the yard cleaned up in
no time. We finished early. I asked permission to excuse myself,
and go to my area in the dungeon to shower. He granted my
request. I went down to my bunk in my dimly lit cell and lay
down. I turned to the wall and started crying. I was going
to let it all out without doing it in front of anyone. I
was crying softly for sometime feeling sorry for myself. I felt
huge hands pick me up to enfold me in a pair of massive arms and hold
me close. It was my giant with no clothes on. He came down
to the dungeon to shower with me in the big shower and heard me weeping.
“There, there, Little Beaver,— don’t go there. You and I made a pact
that weekend we went to Beryl’s the first time. We weren’t gonna’
borrow trouble from tomorrow, remember?”
“I remember, Master.”
“Come, let’s get into the shower and clean up. We’ll go upstairs
and I’ll hold you for a while. Maybe take a nap so you’ll be fresh for
your Master this evening.” I obeyed him though my heart wasn’t in it. I
did take a nap in his arms. Things looked better when I awoke. I
rededicated myself to my commitment to becoming the best slave I
could. So what, if it happens, — it happens.
Master Ox told me it was four o’clock. Time to get dressed and
ready for my Master. Chief should be here soon, and Master Jeb
wanted a meeting with us. I got dressed in my levis and boots and
pulled most of my leathers on. I packed a small bag to put on the
back of my Master’s bike. He’d probably go home first and ride the
Harley over to pick me up. He wasn’t allowed to ride anyone buddy
on his cop bike.
Chief arrived in good spirits. He hadn’t been to the mountain all week
as Master Jeb was feeling better and we were around. He called
every evening to speak for a few minutes with Master Jeb. Master
Jeb looked forward to his calling and always felt better after Chief
called. I brought my stuff downstairs, and sat my small bag on the
table by the door. I walked into the kitchen, and Chief was all ready
there. He got off work a few minutes early. I dropped to my knees
and went through the ritual with him. He hugged and kissed
me. He smelled wonderful after a full days work at the shop. He
still had the lingering smells of the shop on him. It made me a
little nostalgic. I couldn’t believe it,— I missed work. I got
Chief a beer and we sat down at the kitchen table to talk. The Dungeon
Master and Master Jeb were having a beer, too. I didn’t want any
because my Master was coming for me.
“Chief, I asked these gentleman to be here when you got here to talk to
you about something. We’d very much like you to become a part of
our immediate family and consider moving in here. There’s all sorts of
room and it’s big enough to find some private space. We don’t care if
you bring guests to you room or have people over. We know you
would treat the place like your home. We can work out the
financial details as far as rent and an amount per month for the food
kitty. If we eat, you eat with us, like family. You’ll have
kitchen privileges anytime you want. It’s an open kitchen. We all
clean up after ourselves. That way it doesn’t become a burden to
any of us.” Master Jeb finished. I could tell Chief hadn’t
expected this and was floored. His eyes started tearing.
“Oh God,— excuse me, gentleman. I wasn’t prepared for this, and the
emotion of being thought enough of to be asked into anyone’s family
is,— well, I’m touched. I don’t have to consider it. Of course,
I’d love to live here with you guys. I all ready think of this
place as my second home. A third of my stuff is up there in
that small bedroom under the stairs. Set an amount, Master Jeb,
whatever you think’s fair, and you’ll have it the first of every
month. I can’t move until the end of August to give my landlord a
months notice. I have my weekend with our slave in a couple weeks
so we can stay there for that. I’m really touched you men would
want me to live here with you.”
“Well, it was a unanimous vote, little brother.” The Dungeon
Master smiled at him.
“You can have your choice of rooms. There’s five empty bedrooms
upstairs and two downstairs. Jim wants the small room next to his for
an office. Other than that, choose anyone you want. Or you can
have the whole attic, if you like. It’s huge up there. We
only use the small storeroom at the top of the stairs.”
“Well, I’ve never really explored the house. With your permission I’ll
do that this weekend, and we can talk again. Yes, I’d love to
share the house with you guys. I hadn’t even considered it.
Thanks for thinking enough of me to offer, Master Jeb.” He shook master
Jeb’s hand and hugged him. We had a new family member. We
couldn’t have chosen better.
Part II ~ Safe Harbor
Officer Earl D. Shaw, L.A.’s Finest
I was sitting on the porch with Chief when Master Earl pulled up in the
driveway on his Harley. Damn, he looked hot on his bike with all his
Master’s leathers on. I always seem to forget every time I’m away
from him just how good looking a man he is. When I see him
again, I’m once again taken with his remarkable handsomeness. Chief and
I walked out to greet him as he was taking off his helmet. He
shook hands with Chief and I fell to my knees to kiss his boots. He
offered his hand and we completed the greeting ritual. He hugged
me and kissed me. He was in a wonderful mood. He wanted to go in to say
‘Hello’ to Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master. We stayed for a few
minutes telling him Chief was to be the newest member of our extended
family. He was satisfied that all were well and coming to the brunch,
pool party Sunday.
Chief and the Dungeon Master walked us out to Master Earl’s bike.
I strapped my small bag to the back and we were off down the
hill. I had become a pretty fair buddy rider. I learned to
move with the rider and not against him. Never put my feet to the
pavement when we stopped. That was his job, and it would throw the
balance of the bike off. We arrived at his place less than twenty
minutes later, walked into his house, and we were alone. No we
weren’t. Here came Monty, sacheting her little butt up to
me like,
“Hi, sailor! New in town? Gonna’ be here long? Buy a girl a
drink? A nickle bag of catnip, perhaps?” I think she
remembered me. She turned her motor on when I petted her.
She’s on a first name basis with my Master; the little hussy. Master
Earl took me in his arms and kissed me. He made me feel at home.
“Welcome home, slave.” He spoke softly.
“Thank you, Master. Those are wonderful words to hear.”
“Won’t be long now, four more weekends,— we can make it.”
“Yes, Sir, I hope this weekend will get us both over the hump. I
hoped we’d have a little time to ourselves.”
“The family has been generous to us. They’ve provided the means for us
to be together almost every weekend. We have obligations to them; to
say thank you by having them with us. We’ll have lots of weekends
alone together.”
I understood of course. They spent the money and went out of their way
to make it possible for us to be together. They truly were
wonderful, giving people. That night sitting in the spa, after our
third fuck, I asked Master Earl if there was something he wanted
to tell me. He mused to himself for a minute, tweaked my left tit
and replied,
“Other than there’s a lot of people who love you, and two men in
particular who care enough about you to share you?”
Share me? I was kinda rocked on my foundation. I thought he
wanted me for himself. I was quite. I didn’t know what to ask. I
figured if he wanted me to know more, he’d tell me.
“Don’t get upset until you hear what I have to say.” he continued
steadily, “You won’t have much to say about this anyway. It’s all ready
been agreed upon. I do have that right as your Master, you
know? Or I will have when I buy you, and it’s formal in the eyes
of our family. A little planning ahead never hurt. In this case
it means an enriched life for you and me. I’ve known the Dungeon Master
for almost twenty years. We’ve never been close because we never
had the opportunity. Even though he was Wes’s Uncle, Wes only
invited him over for an occasional afternoon pool party or family get
together.
There were always lots of people, and we never sat down and got to know
each other. He’s somewhat like me. Believe it or not he can be
painfully shy. You wouldn’t think it to look at him. Why
would that mountain of a man ever be shy? Simply for that
reason. He’s been huge all his life and stuck out like a sore
thumb. Kids in school didn’t want to be his friend or buddy because he
was so big they were afraid of him. He couldn’t play sports
because he hurt most of them and the parents of the kids would
complain. He couldn’t get a date for the senior prom in
highschool because all the girls were so much smaller and felt
intimidated. They didn’t want to stick out.
He told me he went out for football in high school and the coaches were
all glad to get a big man for their team. Well, no one could stop
him. They’d give him the ball, and he’d drag half the
opposing team to the goal to make the touch down.” Master Earl
paused and kinda laughed.
“Picture this. He told me they developed a secret play, if they
were even ten or fifteen feet away from the goal. He said they
called it ‘The Jumbo Bomb.’ Him being Jumbo, of course.
They would hike the ball to their smallest man. Big Jim would be
playing guard standing next to him. After the ball was hiked, when the
kid had the ball, Big Jim would turn, pick the kid up by the seat
of his pants and throw him, ball and all, over the goal line. Worked
every time. Problem was, the other teams tried to take him out early in
each game and invariably some kid would end up with something broken.
He said he wasn’t being overly rough. He was just bigger,
stronger, and hit harder than they could. After the third or fourth kid
ended up in the hospital the school officials decided to retire Big
Jim. He said he was devastated. He felt like a freak. He
withdrew into his studies and graduated valedictorian of his high
school class.
His valedictorian speech: ‘What it means to be different.’ He
said he let them have it. He told them he would not be attending the
graduation dance afterward because he couldn’t get a girl to dance with
him. They were all afraid of him.
He had one friend he treasured. He was a small weak kid who lived
on the next farm over. To hear Jim tell it, the boy was brilliant, with
a mind up in lights. He developed in Jim a thirst for
knowledge. He was in the same grade as Jim. They walked to
school every day and walked home from school together. He was the
first to recognize Big Jim’s intelligence. He encouraged Jim and
told him he could learn. So Jim began to work hard at his studies. By
the time he got to middle school he was at the top of his class with
his little friend.
The weak, small, sickly kid is usually the most picked on by the other
kids. You’ve heard the old saw: children are innocent. Don’t you
believe it! They can be monsters when it comes to picking on or
making fun of someone just a little different. Someone, boy or
girl, would hurt the kid, and he would pour his heart out to his big
buddy. The kid wasn’t so much afraid as he would be emotionally
crushed. He just couldn’t understand why anyone would want to be
mean spirited towards him. I would break his heart.
The kid who hurt his little buddy would quietly be warned never to do
it again. They wouldn’t be warned the second time. A couple
tried and got the b’jesus beat out of them. After a couple times word
got around,— be nice to this kid or else. From then on his
little buddy had it easier than most, and Jim wasn’t sure he ever knew
he championed him. It wasn’t important to Jim. The important
thing was his little buddy wasn’t hurt anymore.
During the summers they would spend everyday together doing what kids
do; fishing, biking, swimming in the creek. They would go to the
river and read to each other by the hour. They fell very much in love
with each other, but would never admit it. Until one day, they
were swimming and his little friend got cramps in his legs so bad he
couldn’t get to shore. He was going down for the third time. Big Jim
dived into the water to save him. He had to dive two or three
times to find him, grabbed him and swam to the raft in the middle of
the river. He pulled the kid out of the water, laid him out on his
back, and started administering mouth to mouth. In no time the
kid was throwing up water and gasping for air, but he was all
right. Jim made him lay still and pulled him into his arms to
keep him warm, he leaned over his little buddy, to shelter him from the
breeze. The kid looked into his eyes and thanked him for saving
his life. He simply said, ‘I love you, Jim.’ No one else was
around. They were by themselves. They kissed right there on the
raft in the middle of the river.
As time went on they began to experiment with sex. The kid was far more
sexually precocious than Jim and kept begging Jim to fuck him. Jim was
afraid he’d hurt him. Finally the kid talked him into it. It
opened new doors for both of them. The kid learned to clean
himself out so he could take Jim with out hurting anything
physically. Jim fucked him all through middle school and high
school. During the summers he said they would fuck four or five times a
day, everyday. Some kids in the school might have suspected something
but they dare not say. If they did and it got back to Big Jim he would
call them on it and embarrass the shit out of them in front of their
friends. Most everyone just considered them close friends.
His little friend graduated second to Big Jim. Jim’s brother put him
through college and unbeknownst to all, Jim took his little sweetheart
with him to college. The kid was from a poor family, but Jim worked
part time. So did the kid and together plus scholarships and
grants the kid went through college with Jim. They lived together off
campus and Jim bought his first motorcycle. They went everywhere
on that bike. Again they graduated with Jim first and his friend
second. Jim was offered a Rhodes Scholarship to Oxford and went
for it. His little friend returned to their home town to teach in
the high school and wait for Jim to come home. He was drafted a year
later. He was sent to Korea and killed his first week there.
Jim was devastated. He said he went nuts with depression and gut
wrenching physical pain. He had to take a medical leave of absence from
Oxford. He roamed Europe. He finally went back and completed his
studies again graduating with top honors. The man has a brain up in
lights.
He went to Korea and Nam with Jeb and they were gonna’ be career Marine
Corps Officers. Why? He didn’t even know. He fell in love
with Jeb and would follow him anywhere. Unfortunately, they were
never sexually compatible. After that Jim has lived off and on
with Jeb for over twenty years.
He’s taken only one slave in all that time, and I gather it wasn’t a
completely fulfilling relationship for Jim. I guess the kid had some
real problems he never could overcome to allow him to love. So
basically in his entire adult life he has never found a meaningful love
until you came along. What has all this got to do with you? We
both never knew much about him and I thought you might like to know
these things as a preface to what I am going to tell you.” He sounded
very mysterious.
“You briefly described your meeting and falling in love with Big Jim
the first time you saw him. I’m a big believer of that now. I wasn’t
before I met you. Anyway, I heard his side of the story, and it brought
me to my knees. It seems he fell as much in love with you when he saw
you but couldn’t do anything because of his pledge to Jeb. His
hands were tied. He admitted he was the one to reject you and you
were justifiably heart broken.”
“I was! I was terribly heart broken and so angry at him,” I told my
Master, “because he wouldn’t even try to change the situation. Then I
met you. Fell in love again and you asked me to make a
commitment. I did Master. You’re the only one I want. I
love Jim very much. We will never be too far from each other but
my heart is with you.”
“I appreciate that. You have and will return that commitment. What has
been decided isn’t for you slave. It’s for someone who loves you so
much he experiences physical pain when he can’t see you for long
periods of time. Love hurts. It can be the worst mental illness a man
can suffer or it can be the thing that dreams are floated on. It
can be healing. It can be cleansing. It can be forgiving.
It can be redeeming. It can work miracles. In short, he poured his
heart out to me. He asked nothing of me. He just wanted to be
buck naked honest with me. He told me about your pact to love each
other for the time you had together, then he understood he had to
accept you would become some other Master’s property. He spoke of
it being poetic justice because of the number of times he told you he
couldn’t and wouldn’t fall in love with you, because you would
ultimately be placed on the market and sold to the highest bidder.
One thing he made clear was the devotion and strength of commitment you
have for me. He never once suggested it might be a vindictive
thing to get back at him for rejecting you. He is thoroughly
convinced you love me with all your heart and soul and will honor your
commitment to me. I feel more and more comfortable with that as
time goes on. Do you remember me once telling you I would never ask you
to give up your dad at work?”
“Yes, Master.”
“How could I ask you to give up Jim?”
“Well, he and I will see each other from time to time. We have to
accept that.”
“Love comes along so rarely in our lives, Beau, when it does, no matter
what form it takes we should nourish and help it grow. If I were to
deny you Jim’s love and he yours there would be an unspoken resentment
from both of you that might eat away what we have. I see what passes
between the two of you. The love you and I have is a mature love of two
men, a Master and a slave, accepting roles and working together
from that basis. I watch you with Jim and see a child-like love that
flows back and forth between you that is at once playful as it can be
passionate. I woke up the night the three of us spent the night in the
one bed last weekend. I could feel the love you had for me as an
adult. That love, loves deeply, respectfully, caring and giving.
It, too, is not without passion. I almost could see the other
love that was passing between the two of you like two little boys drunk
on a secret. It was a beautiful thing. It is a beautiful thing. In a
way, you've picked up where the loss of his childhood lover/companion
left off. He doesn’t want to lose that again. He’s fully aware
the love he has for you is different than the love we have. The point
is, love is love.
You and I have a commitment and a love he may never experience with
you; on the other hand, you and he have a love that is unique to
yourselves. Neither is better than the other. Neither is
preferable to the other. They just are. When people, in their ultimate
wisdom, begin to deny someone’s love or fuck with it in some manner you
get ‘Romeo & Juliet.’ I’m not trying to say great tragedy may
occur. What I’m saying is while you will be spending most of your
time with me, because you will be, after all, my slave, my property,
Jim and I have worked out an arrangement for him to spend quality time
with you.
I have no jealousy of your love for Jim and he has none for my love for
you. Neither of us is jealous of the love you have for each of us.
Maybe it’s because of the love Jim and I are developing for each other.
You don’t have to know the details. In fact, as a slave, it might be
preferable not to discuss that with you. All you need to know is
we have discussed our relationship, concerning the three of us, and
come to some pretty remarkable decisions. Those you don’t need to
know either. In fact it was decided between us not to tell you
more than what I have this evening.”
In a way, by sharing these things with each other the bond between Jim
and I has become permanent and secure. This may sound strange to
you but I have fallen deeply in love with Jim as a friend, brother,
family member and as of last weekend, confidant. I’ve always
admired him, but never thought we had much in common. We discovered we
do have something very special in common, our love for you. You gain
things from him you don’t from me. You gain things from me you
won’t from him. He and I want you to have both. Not because
either of us are magnanimous but because you will be my property and
you will damn well do as I tell you.” He said gently but firmly.
That was the first time I got an erection from him telling me my
position as a slave in relation to him. Simple: he would own
me. I would do as ordered or suffer the consequences. I didn’t
comment further. I got the idea and maybe they were right. I didn’t
need to know. I trusted them to take care of me as their personal
possession. I had to admit, I didn’t need to know the details.
Neither did the news of the situation cause me any anxiety. I
reached up and kissed him.
“I love you, Master, and I’ll obey.”
“I know you will, slave. You’re becoming the slave I need more
everyday. Your change in attitude in two months has been
remarkable. You will be exactly what I need when I buy you.”
* * * * * * *
We spent Friday night alone and it was wonderful. We fucked half the
night like two snakes trying to find a hole. The next morning Master
Bert, Oscar and Billy arrived. Dirk and Allen arrived shortly before
lunch with bags of food for everyone. Big Beryl and Blaine
arrived shortly after noon. All the bedrooms were filled. The
Tucson contingent of the family arrived in two large motor coaches they
parked in the vacant lot next door that belonged to Master Earl.
We had a house full and with Big Gunn, Dan Yates, Beryl, Dirk and Griz
it was like having eight extra people.
Cowboy, Ben Jr. and Griz were a welcome addition as slaves. Of
course my Master had his rules that no slave wore clothing in his
home. I thought the Tuscon slaves would be shy but they were
faster getting their cloths off than Allen and I. Allen was in
heaven. He loved Cowboy, Ben and Griz. Griz had to be the
ugliest man I’ve ever seen but he was huge. He had a schlong on
him that made Master Beryl’s look like a ten year old boy's.
No one else was coming until Sunday. We had a relaxed day by the
pool. Everyone squeezed into the spa later that evening. Talk
about touchy-feely. Fortunately my master planned his deck well
and knew he’d be entertaining family so he had a large spa.
I got to know Dan, Cowboy, Sonny, Boots, Big Gunn, Griz and Ben Jr.
better. Every time I turned around I had Big Gunn’s arms around
me and his was stealing kisses. I didn’t mind a bit. That
handsome older cowboy could steal anything he wanted from me.
It was hard for me to get to know Griz right away because he was so
damn shy. Cowboy finally grabbed him by his nose ring and brought
him over to sit by me at the pool.
“Now tell Beau, what you told me, slave?”
“Awww, Master Billy, you tell him. I’m too embarrassed.”
“All right, Big Man, but only because I love you, understand.”
“Thank you, Master Billy, Sir.”
“Brother Beau, Griz wants to know if he can hold you in his arms for a
while?”
“Well, of course you can Griz. Sit down here and make yourself
comfortable. It would be a honor to have you hold me for a while.”
Griz blushed real big, but he scurried to get his mass next to
me. The next thing I knew I was in the big man’s arms, and he was
rocking me like a baby stealing kisses from me. Cowboy was
laughing his ass off.
“I hope you like big animals, brother.” Cowboy told me.
“Well, he’s bigger than the Dungeon Master but I get a hard-on every
time he comes around, Cowboy, so,— yes, I think I can handle this
wonderful animal.”
“Damn, I knew you were like me, Beau. I just sensed it. We
even look a little alike. What do you say, big man.”
“He’s just like you, Master Billy, he’s so perr-tie. He’s a
little bigger version of you, Sir.” Griz looked at me examined my
wounds from Nam. He kissed each one and stole hundreds of
kisses. I didn’t care. He was so fucking lovable I couldn’t
help fall in love with him. Finally my Master rescued me from
him. I think he would’ve held me all afternoon. He looked
at Master Earl.
“Master Earl?”
“Yes, Griz?”
“This is the slave who was intended for you. You both are very
lucky men to have each other. Don’t worry, Beau, Wes said he
wouldn’t let you down.” How did the big man know that? I
asked Master Dan.
“Beau,” Dan took me in his arms in the pool, “you have to come visit
the ranch and help with our spring roundup. I know you know how
to sit a horse. Griz told us on the way over. That’s the only way
you’re going to understand or believe how Griz can know things like
that. We’ve all learned the hard way never to doubt anything he
tells us ‘cause sure as the sun’s gonna’ rise tomorrow it’s gonna’
happen. Am I right, Earl D?”
“I haven’t told Beau much about Griz because Beau has his own gifts,
but he’s right, Son. Griz is a unique man. The more you’re
around him the more you’re in awe of him. He has two
elephants for cowgirls.”
“What?” I laughed. “You’re kidding me.” Cowboy, Big Gun and
Ben swam over to join in the conversation.
“You wouldn't know them now, Earl,” said Big Gunn, “Ms. Sophie’s gotten
really big and Gracie is almost her size. They’re a handful.
They’re the two best damn buckaroos we have on the ranch. Round
up them strays in nothing flat.”
“You’re all are pulling my leg. I’m being set up. Master is
this true?”
“I all ready told you,— ask Blaine.” Master Earl pulled
Blaine away from Beryl. “Tell Beau about Ms. Sophie and Gracie the
first time you met them.”
“Oh God, Beau. It was the meanest damn thing dad ever did to me.
We rode to Tucson on a vacation that spring. He told me we were
going to help at the ranch for spring roundup. I thought it would
be great fun. He told me he had two big cowgirls who lived on the
ranch who loved him dearly and he wanted me to meet them.
Naturally, I thought maybe it was two old dykes. When we rode up
on our bikes these two humongous elephants were standing right in the
lot where we parked our bikes. I’ve never been around elephants
before, and they scared the shit out of me. They immediately
started running their trunks down my pants front and rear. The
big one would hold me and her daughter would frisk me from top to
bottom looking for treats.” Blaine almost couldn’t get the
story out. The rest of them in the pool were slapping each other
on the backs and Master Beryl was in tears he was laughing at Blaine so
hard.
“I was scream’n and a’ holler’n for dad to help me, but he was doubled
up with laughter. He was no help at all. Finally, I just
gave up and said my prayers. I knew I was gonna’ die and be an
elephant’s lunch. Finally, dad hollered at them to come to him,
and they forgot all about me. It was like old home week.
Dad was petting them and talking some shit to them you wouldn’t
believe. I was still shaking as we walked up to the main house to
get them treats. I’ve come to love them and gotten to know them
pretty well. I can get either one to do anything I ask.
But I don’t let dad take me to the ranch anymore unless we stop first,
and I buy a sack full of apples, oranges, pears or a couple of
watermelons. One just doesn’t go calling on the cowgirls without a gift
in your hands. I’ll have to say though, that Gracie has pulled some God
awful funny pranks on dad. I laughed my ass off and told him he
deserved it.
Later, Dan Yates showed me a photo album of the girls and I still
couldn’t believe it. Griz must be an amazing man. I came to
find out he was far more than amazing.
* * * * * * *
The next day, around ten in the morning the Mt. Washington brigade
arrived with Master Zack and Button. Master Earl said he invited
a couple extra guest to surprise me. Master Wolf and Zane
arrived. Two more Harleys pulled into the vacant lot next door. It was
Bull and Charlie. Charlie sported a new collar and was on his
knees every time his Master snapped his fingers. Charlie’s new dog
collar was quite wide with big spikes. It was
unusual. It was made from thick red leather, but it looked
hot on Charlie. It was Charlie’s first outing in public as a
slave and while he was use to being nude in front of the family of his
own free will, he never had to as a slave. Master Bull
ordered him to follow me and strip.
I led Charlie to the bedroom to show him where to remove his
clothes. He seemed a little nervous and asked me to stay with
him. Unsure of himself, I told him,
“Charlie, you’re one Hell of a fine looking man with or without your
clothes. You have a buffed body, an above average cock, and you’re drop
dead handsome. Be proud of who you are and your Master.
Bull seems like a good man, and I’m convinced he really loves
you. Are you proud to be his slave?”
“I never thought of it that way, Beau, but,— Hell yes, as many years as
I wanted him and now I do,— yes, damn it! I’m proud to be his
slave! That’s the only way I’m going to have him, but I’m willing
to do it. Fuck it! I’ll keep my head up and be proud.”
Two more Harleys arrive, a matched pair, Sarge and Titus. Sarge
had his big stogie in his mouth, let me get thought the greeting ritual
and then grabbed me up to his face. He ordered me to kiss him hard.
Unusual Man, Sarge, he made my dick hard,— very hard.
Sarge took great delight in ordering our newest slave around.
Poor Charlie had his beginners butt plug ripped out and reseated five
of six times by Sarge while Bull just snapped his fingers and told him
to submit. Put his ass up higher so Sarge didn’t have to reach
for it. Sarge snapped his fingers at me to hit my knees and bend over.
I immediately did as ordered. He had Charlie watch while he ripped my
plug out to show him the size plug he’d be wearing in about six
to eight months. All the blood left Charlie’s face. I thought he
was going faint.
Sarge forcefully slammed it back into my ass. I thanked him for
returning it. He had Charlie watch while he ripped Titus’s
plug out. It was about a third larger than mine. A truly awesome
plug. Sarge’s slave had to have the biggest and Titus was proud
of the size plug he wore for his Master’s pleasure.
“See slave! In a year or less you’ll be wearing one this size.”
Of course he was yanking Charlie’s chain. Bull was a reasonable
man; however, Charlie was beginning to have second thoughts.
Sarge led him around by the leash. He went into the bedroom and
brought out about eight pair of boots various Masters had taken off and
lined them up on the deck.
He ordered Charlie to start at one end and clean the whole row of big
heavy biker boots.
Charlie wasn’t allowed to pick them up or touch them with his
hands. Sarge told him he wasn’t worthy to touch a man’s boots. He
had to kneel over on his hands and knees keeping his ass as high in the
air as he could. He couldn’t stop cleaning a pair until Sarge was
satisfied they were clean enough. Then and only then was he allowed to
move on to the next pair. Sometime he had to spend a half hour or
more to get them cleaned to Sarge’s satisfaction.
“Look at that boot, slave! You call that clean?”
“No, Sir, I tried, Sir!”
“Did I tell you to 'TRY' to clean these boots, slave?”
“No, Sir!”
“Then what did I tell you, slave?”
“You ordered me to clean them, Sir!”
“What was that, slave? I didn’t hear you!”
“YOU TOLD ME TO CLEAN THEM, SIR!”
“That’s exactly what I told you to do! Now do that pair over
until you get ‘em clean, slave, or you’ll be here after the
party’s over.”
“Yes, Master!” Charlie would get right back down on ‘em.
Sarge snapped his fingers at his slave to bring him his flogging whip
from his jacket. Titus returned with it in his mouth. He
knelt in front of his Master and dropped it in his hand. Sarge
patted him lovingly behind his head. He ordered Charlie to raise his
butt a little higher in the air. Then Sarge drew back and landed
his whip square across Charlie’s ass. Charlie almost fell forward but
regained his balance.
“Put that ass up there, slave! I don’t want to have to hunt for
it.” Charlie did as told and Sarge gave him another. He
gave him about five good licks then walked behind Charlie and started
rubbing Charlie’s ass gently with his big hand to make any pain go
away. Sarge talked softly to Charlie encouraging him to do a good job
on the boots. He was going to give him five more but he wanted Charlie
to work with him putting his ass right back in position to receive
another after Sarge laid one on.
“Your Master’s watching, Son. I’m not gonna’ hurt you. Make him
proud of you.” Sarge spoke to him softly so no one could hear but
Charlie. Charlie did better the second five and really got into Sarge
rubbing his ass afterward. Over a period of a couple hours of
boot licking Charlie got whipped by his own Master and Master Zack.
The Whip Master really knew what he was doing. He knew how to lay
it down and have the fucking slave eating out of his hand begging for
more. Charlie really responded to Zack. He had Charlie in
tears begging Master Zack for more whip. Master Zack insisted
it’s not good to spoil a slave and give them more than a Master
determines they need. It was a good lesson for the slave. It took
Charlie about three hours of boot licking before Sarge would
acknowledge he was satisfied. Then he handed Charlie’s leash back
to Big Bull and told him,
“He just might make you a decent slave, Bull. I’d like to fuck him
sometime, maybe teach him a few things. I guarantee ya’ I can
improve his performance fifty percent in one session. You won’t
believe it the next time you fuck him.”
“Ask Master Earl if we can use his dungeon. Take him down there
this afternoon if you want. I’d like your slave to suck me off later.”
“Done.” said Sarge. He snapped his fingers at Titus, “When Master
Bull wants you, service him. Anyway he pleases. Got that, ass wipe?”
“Yes, Sir, Sarge. My pleasure, Sir.” Titus replied crisply.
Bull was loving Sarge ordering Charlie around. Several times Bull
would speak softly to Charlie telling him,
“Make me proud of you slave. Don’t make me sorry I took you for
my slave. You put your ass up higher than he asks. If you
embarrass me you know what’s waiting at home.” No one asked but
everyone had a pretty good idea.
True to his word, Sarge snapped his finger at Charlie and led him to
Master Earl’s dungeon off the pool deck below. He invited anyone
who cared to watch to come along. Almost every one did. Sarge was
a showman. He had to have Big Beryl there to show the slave some
movements using Big Beryl as the fuckor and Sarge as the Fuckee. Big
Beryl slammed it into Sarge hard. Sarge just smiled and looked at
Charlie and said sweetly,
“Now, when you can take that much dick up your ass the first entry,
that hard, without flinching then you’re a man and may be worth
training.” He winked at Big Beryl and requested he loosen him up a
bit. Big Beryl was more than willing to comply. He began fucking
Sarge pretty hard and steady right from the start. Sarge chomped
down on his unlit stogie and met everyone of Beryl’s thrust.
He started explaining to Charlie,
“Now, Son,— you see the way I’m meeting every thrust there slave? It
makes it twice as good for your Master when he doesn’t have to hunt for
your ass to fuck. It’s always right there ready for his next
stroke. Better fuck for him. Better fuck for you.”
Big Beryl just kept fucking. Sarge added as a compliment to Beryl,
“I’ve ridden this Master’s cock upwards of seventy-five to a hundred
times and he never fails to give me one of the best damn fucks
ever. Now, Master Beryl, if you’ll just pick up the speed a
little,— 'at’s good, thank you, Sir. At’s about right.
Yeah, that’s a real good speed and rhythm Master. Thank you, Sir.”
Sarge went on with his lecture to Charlie,
“Now you see, Son, it doesn’t matter how hard or fast your Master fucks
you. Once you’ve mastered a few of the basics you can become a fairly
decent fuck for your old man. Until then, you’re literally not
worth a fuck.”
“Can you go for a couple more demos later Master Beryl or are you
close?” Big Beryl pulled out of him and everyone applauded.
Then Sarge snapped his finger and ordered Charlie into the sling. He
popped out his beginners plug and asked Charlie, “Your Master been
taking your ass hard, slave?”
“Yes, Sir. He’s been teaching me, but it hurts like Hell.”
Charlie was shaking he was so unprepared.
“It’s suppose to, Son! Get down from the sling for a minute.” He looked
at me and nodded. He snapped his fingers and motioned me toward the
sling. I was in it in an instant with my legs in position. Sarge
smiled at me as he chomped down on his big stogie. He popped out my
plug and had Charlie stand as close to the sling as possible. Sarge’s
cock was all ready primed with pre-come from getting fucked by Big
Beryl. He reached over me to the chains above my head leaned into
me and was in my ass to the hilt. I winked at him and started
thanking him for taking me that hard. He was a good Master to
take this slave that hard, and I appreciated it. It truly felt
wonderful to have Sarge in me. I had to grab Charlie’s arm and Sarge
grabbed the other. We thought he was gonna’ faint.
“It’s all right, Charlie.” I told him, “It’s gonna’ hurt the first
fifteen or twenty times you get taken like that. Then one time
your Master takes you really hard, like Sarge just did me, and
the hurt changes. All of a sudden you realize how GOOD it hurts.
You’ll think to yourself, ‘How is this possible’? It still hurts
like a mother fucker but it feels so damn good.” The audience
laughed in agreement. “I guarantee, when your mind becomes
conditioned to accept you’re gonna’ be taken hard, you’ll crawl off and
walk away from any man who doesn’t take you that way. It sets the tone
for the entire fuck. It’s important. It gets your attention
and reminds you whose ass is being fucked. It’s on your body, but
it’s no not yours, it’s your Master’s ass,— understand Charlie?”
Charlie nodded affirmative.
“I told you this kid was good, Earl. I couldn’t have explained it
better myself.” He took a couple of strokes to loosen me up and
then winked at me as I met every thrust. He stopped for a second and
snapped his finger’s at Titus who instantly lit his stogie for
him. He took a couple hits off it and easily blew the smoke
toward the ceiling,
“You feel like working with me for a few minutes, Son,— to give him a
few tips?”
“I’d be honored and proud to, Sir. This slave’s ass is yours, Sir.” I
could see out of the corner of my eye my two Masters beaming with pride
and whispering to each other. I felt like a kid who just hit a
home run and looked into the bleacher to see his dads yelling with
pride.”
“I like this slave, Earl D.” Sarge started fucking me steady
leaning back and holding on the chains my feet were propped on. I was
meeting him stroke for stroke. He looked impressed. He took
another big drag off his stogie and handed it to his slave.
“Now pretend that’s you in the sling, Son, and watch how he’s working
his ass with me. I can do almost any stroke and he’ll meet
it. Even big erratic strokes like this.” He slammed it into me
from the left, I was right there, he slammed it in from the right and I
was right there to meet the base.
“Boy’s pretty good there! Good work, Son!” He winked at me.
“That’s the word to remember slave, “work”. Ya’ gotta’ learn to
work with your Master to give him the best possible fuck with ‘his’
ass. Now you just stand there and let me work with this slave for
a minute or two. He started in on me looking me right in the eye
smiling almost knowing I was gonna’ do everything I could to meet every
delivery of his cock. I rode him down like the best bronco rider
rodeo’s a bull before the eight second buzzer sounds. I was getting
close. He could feel it. He stopped pulled out, popped my plug
back in and told me to stand by he’d finish me off after he fucked the
new slave.
Sarge snapped his fingers and Charlie gamely jumped into the sling
again. This time he was visibly shaken.
“Son,” Sarge said softly but with a determined tone, “you’re gonna’
have to learn to take it sooner or later. Better now so you can
pleasure your old man when he fucks you tonight.” There came a bellow
from the back of the room. Bull yelled at his slave,
“You let that man in there, slave. My slave can take it hard. Make me
proud of you, slave. I’m counting on you, slave, not to let me
down.”
Everyone was surprise. Charlie calmed right down and told Sarge,
“Take me hard, Sir. Hard as you can! I can take it.” With
that Sarge positioned his cock, grabbed the front chains and slammed it
into Charlie so hard it almost lifted him out of the sling. Charlie’s
eyes got really big and his head starting moving from side to side.
Then he started yelling,
“Goddamn! Thank you, Sir, for taking this worthless slave’s ass
that hard. Thank you, Sir. This slave appreciates you taking him
hard. Oh Damn, it’s filling me up. Shit, it feels good,
Sir. Damn good, Sir. Thank you, Sir!” Everyone started
clapping for Charlie and yelling, “Way to go, Charlie. Way to
ride that big thing. Proud of you, Charlie. We were yelling
and whistling for him. Bull got a big shit eating grin on his face,
puffed his chest out, swaggered over to the sling, gently but
passionately kissed his slave then said in a deep voice,
“Damn proud of you, Son. Proud to call you my slave. Now, You give that
ass up to this Master and let him teach you a few things so you can
pleasure me better.”
“Yes, Master Bull, thank you, Sir.” Charlie said quietly.
“I didn’t hear you, slave.” Barked Bull.
“YES, MASTER BULL, AND THANK YOU, SIR!” Charlie yelled
respectfully.
“That’s better, slave. He’s all yours, Sarge. Fuck the shit out
of him.”
Sarge shifted his attitude toward Charlie. Instead of being the
hard ass Marine Drill Sargent who found nothing right and you can’t do
shit, he became a paternal, nurturing, teacher. Charlie began to
relax and try to work his ass to Sarge’s thrust. He was getting better
and Sarge didn’t hold back the compliments when he got it right.
It only made Charlie try harder. Sarge was getting some pretty good
licks into Charlie but Charlie was doing all right for a first lesson.
Sarge praised him and then he ask him,
“Does your Master allow you to shoot, slave?”
“Only with his permission, Sir.”
“He has my permission, Sarge.” bellowed Bull.
“He’s getting close, Bull, I’m gonna’ take him home.” With that Sarge
really stepped up his fucking, slamming it into Charlie
mercilessly. Charlie was gone, out of it, in la-la land, but he
was still working his ass hard to meet Sarge’s savage strokes. After
one big slide into Charlie’s ass, Charlie got this surprised look on
his face and started yelling, “Oh! My! God! Oh!
MY!! GOD!!! I’m gonna’ shoot, Master Bull! How is this
possible?” He shot, hit the ceiling of the dungeon, and it went
everywhere. Sarge kept slamming it into him. Charlie hit the
second volley, it hit the ceiling as well and it, too, went all over
everyone. Charlie yelled at Sarge.
Harder, Sarge, it’s in there. I can feel it! PLEASE! Fuck
me HARDER, SARGE!
Sarge took him at his word, and slammed three big ones into him.
Charlie went nuts when the third volley shot. It flew over everyone’s
head and hit Bull right square in the eye. The assembled audience went
nuts applauding for Charlie and Sarge. Bull was laughing his ass
off as he walked to the sling. He first kissed Charlie gently then
ordered his slave to lick his come off his eye. Everyone was
rolling on the floor with laugher. Even old hard nosed Sarge was
laughing his ass off.
“Way to go, Son. Wasn’t to shabby for a first fucking lesson, I’m
proud of you.” Sarge kissed Charlie tenderly.
In an instant you could see the change that kiss brought in Charlie
toward this loud, brash, uncompromising Master who made his life a
mini-hell all afternoon. Charlie began thanking Sarge. He
couldn’t believe he came without touching himself. He thanked him and
thanked him. He wanted to know when he could have another lesson.
“Your Master will arrange that for you, slave. That’s not your
business. He’s in control of you now. See what your reward is
when you work with a Master with that ass? You shot more than any
first timer I’ve ever seen. Pretty good aim, too, I might
add.” Everyone fell out laughing again. Sarge pulled out of
Charlie and ordered him down from the sling. Sarge gave him a hand and
caught Charlie in his arms.
“You’re a fine looking man, slave. I had my doubts about you this
morning but you put up with my shit all day and just gave me a pretty
fair fuck. You deserve to be complimented. Now kiss this
Master and show him how much you love and appreciate him taking his
time to make you a better slave.”
Holy Shit! We all though Charlie was going to crawl down Sarge’s
throat. There was little doubt in anyone’s mind Charlie
understood what Sarge was trying to teach him. He learned several good
lessons in becoming a slave. Sarge didn’t hold back either.
He returned passion for passion. Something clicked inside Charlie. He
went a hundred and eighty degrees from hating Sarge’s guts to deep
affection, almost worship for the man. He followed him around
like a puppy the rest of the afternoon. He couldn’t do enough for Sarge.
Sarge turned to me and snapped his fingers. He motioned me into the
sling. I was in it as fast as I could. Sarge had Charlie on his knees
cleaning his cock and getting some spit on it for me.
“Old Sarge didn’t forget you, Son. Be with you in a minute.” When
Charlie finished to his satisfaction, Sarge turned to me.
“Ready, Son?”
“Excuse me, Sir! Meaning no disrespect, but that last time you took me?”
“What of it, slave?”
“Was that all you had?” The audience went nuts. Laughing and
hollering at Sarge. I knew Sarge’s sense of humor well enough to
know he’d think it was funny;— insolent, but funny. He laughed and
smiled,
“I think Old Sarge can muster a little more for you, slave.” And
with that he slammed it in me so hard it knocked the wind out of me.
Hot damn, did he feel good inside me. My old ass hadn’t argued
with a man’s cock like that in a long time.
“Woah, Sarge! Gotta’ give it to you, Master. That was one Hell of
a mount. Thank you, Sir. I haven’t been taken that hard in a
while. I really appreciate it, Sir! Would you consider this slave’s
request to do it again that hard or harder, Sir?”
“Request granted, slave.” He pulled all the way out, but I knew
he had my butt juices on his big cock, and I was really going to enjoy
this one. Damn, he did it again. This time the audience
winced. It really felt good riding the length of that big Marine
Sargent’s dick. I had to ask.
“Please, Sir, just once more?” I heard Master Jeb giggle in the
background as I had done the same with him.
“Request granted, slave. I like a slave with spirit, Son. Where
are you, Earl? You’re gonna’ have yourself a prize here,
Earl.” He slammed it in me again even harder, and I smiled
at him and winked. He broke up laughing.
“Now, that’s IT slave, I told you Sarge would take care of you
and I’m going to, right now! This fuck is to thank you for that
good fucking you gave me last weekend. My poor slave is sick of
hearing about it. Detailed thrust by thrust accounts. Your Master
could make a good bit of money studding you out.”
He began to fuck me again and I met every stroke. This ride was for
me. He let me know by the way he was fucking me he was doing it
to show appreciation. He was damn good. He somehow sensed which
strokes would make me work the hardest, and he knew those were the ones
that were going to ride me over the hill. I rode him down to the
shortest of deep fucking strokes slamming my ass back to him as hard or
harder than he was fucking me. Finally he hit me with some rough, hard,
deep ass fucking that just made me give up, and then he took me.
He knew he had me and yelled at the top of his voice,
“Sarge orders you to come, slave, Right! NOW!!” He hit it perfectly and
I tried to bite his damn cock off. My spunk hit the ceiling once, twice
and damn near did the third volley. Woah! SHIT!! He was a good
fuck. He didn’t seem to come, but I wanted him to shoot in me.
“Please Master I know I’m unworthy but I would love to receive your
load in my ass.”
“Not this time, Son,— next time, I promise. Old Sarge is gonna’
get dessert.” I thanked him for the good fucking, hugged and
kissed him. He jumped up in the sling and Big Beryl knew he was
dessert. Without ceremony he walked up, put his enormous cock at
Sarge’s rosebud and slammed it home hard. Sarge just smiled and
looked Big Beryl in the eye.
“Have I told you lately, you old son of a bitch, I love you?”
“Can’t remember a time, Sarge?”
“Well in front of God and everyone here I’m telling you, you old fart,
I love you.”
“You’re still gonna’ get fucked.” said Big Beryl laughing. Everyone
else broke up, too, and fuck Sarge he did. There’s nothing like
watching two virtuoso fuckers work together. They had fucked so many
times together Sarge knew all of Beryl’s moves by heart and didn’t miss
a stroke. I began to envy the man his ability to second guess some of
the strokes the Master would throw into him. Big Beryl was not
gentle with him either. He was slamming the entire length of his
cock into Sarge.
Finally Beryl rode him up the hill and Sarge arched his back knowing he
was close. Sarge yelled for Big Beryl to go first he’d hold it. Beryl
was there and started his flow of man come deep within Sarge and
deposited more on each deeply slammed stroke. Sarge let go and shot
onto the ceiling all three volleys. He was primed by the time Big
Beryl got into him. He was wasted. A happy fucking camper.
Everyone witness the joy and comradery of good, hot, man sex. We
all went away feeling a little better about ourselves.
Part III ~ A Silverlake’s Mid-Summer’s Eve
People started leaving in the late afternoon. Master Bert, Oscar and
Billy left around five. Beryl and Blaine left around the same time.
They wanted to drop by Breed’s place on the way back to check
everything out. Sarge and Titus left around six. Sarge was thanking
Master Earl for the afternoon. He could also be a charming man
when he wanted to be. He certainly livened up our weekend.
It was one story the family told to others in reverent tones for years
afterward.
Big Bull and his slave, Charlie, left shortly after. Charlie was well
on his way to becoming a slave. He began to see the joy in serving and
belonging. Charlie was dressing and I went in to see if I could
help with anything. He was almost ready when he turned to me and
grabbed me by the arm.
“Thanks, Beau.”
“For what, Charlie?” I asked.
“For helping me in the Dungeon this afternoon. I couldn’t have
made it if you hadn’t explained things to me the way you did. It
also made me think, ‘Well, if Beau can take it, then I should be able
to and if I truly want to become Bull’s slave then this is what I must
do.’”
“You’re welcome Charlie. Look at you, are you self conscious
anymore about running around in the nude?” He shook his head no.
“Your Master’s so proud of you he could bust a gut. I’ll bet
you’re gonna’ be one lucky slave when he gets you home. You
probably won’t be able to sit for a week after he gets through plowing
your ass.” He smiled at me.
I opened my arms to him and he move to me to let me hug him. He
was determined, more than ever, to become the slave Bull wanted
and needed. Bull confided in Master Earl that neither one had
been happier or more in love in their lives. Bull always
secretly fantasized about have a male slave after joining the family
but never found anyone who appealed to him enough to make the
change. He always fantasized about Charlie becoming his slave.
After that day in the barn they knew they could never turn back. Bull
was genuinely concerned for Charlie it might be too hard on him.
Maybe he was being too rough on him. Master Earl assured him he wasn’t.
The more strict a Master is and the more he disciplines his slave in
the beginning, the better slave he’s going to have later.
“Think of it like it’s for Charlie’s own good you’re being strict with
him. He’ll appreciate and love you all the more. Just be
sure to be as lavish with praise and love when he pleases you to
reinforce good behavior.” Bull seemed grateful for Master Earl’s
input.
Master Zack and Button left shortly after Bull and Charlie.
Master Zack, Button and I had a chance to get off by ourselves and
talk. Button couldn’t sit still long enough to listen to our
talk. Sarge was motioning for Button to join him and Titus and spent
the rest of the afternoon playing with him. He’d been working
with Button but in a softer, kinder, more gentle way than anyone he
ever worked with before. When he played with Button or had him in
a sling he was soft spoken but firm. He could get Button to do
anything.
Button loved Sarge because he stopped long enough to listen to him.
Sarge would listen to Button by the hour, hold him and kiss him every
now and then. Since Button had come out of his shell he found
more sincere, genuine male love than he ever had in his life. He
worshiped Titus and it became his fantasy ambition to become just like
Titus for Master Zack. He treated Titus like a second Master approved
by Sarge. He even called Titus, Master Titus. Titus certainly deserved
Button’s adoration.
Master Zack was still aglow from our session in the desert last
weekend. He couldn’t thank me enough. I told him I should be the
one to thank him. He brought a dimension to my life that was earthy,
honest and real. Master Zack lived to be a Master. Very few
Masters you could say that about. I assured him again something was
going to happen shortly that would improve his quality of life ten
fold. He told me he trusted my words and was still looking
forward to my visit. When he left he kissed me with the kiss of a
lover, a friend and a Master who knew the lines of separation of each
but would never allow them to blur. I loved him. He loved me.
Chief and Master Jeb left next along with Master Wolf and Zane.
Master Jeb let Chief drive him up in his old pickup. Chief was
all aglow from the invitation to move to Mt. Washington. He all
ready picked out one of the biggest rooms in the house. A back
upstairs bedroom, across the hall and several doors away from the
Dungeon Master’s. It had an outside entry stairs he could use if
he was out late. He was giving notice to his landlord Monday. He would
still have his apartment for our weekend. He called me 'little
brother' all afternoon. He made me feel good. He had a way about
him. He could find some joy in the darkest of days. He wasn’t a
Pollyanna who found goodness in everything. He was a realist but had a
deep abiding faith in the innate goodness of his fellow man.
Finally there was only the Tucson crowd, Dungeon Master, Master Earl
and me. The Tucson family were going to stay a couple of days with
Master Earl and stop in and stay a night on Mt. Washington. I was
busy cleaning up what little there was left to clean. Oscar,
Billy, Zane, Titus, Allen, Cowboy, Blaine and I had done most of that
earlier. I didn’t want my Master to have to do it. Dirk and
Allen left when Chief and Master Jeb did. Big Dirk told me,
“Your ass is mine next weekend, slave.” he said in a menacing
manner. Allen giggled and chimed in, “That’s right, Beau.
He hasn’t been able to talk about another thing for a month.” I told
them I was looking forward to it. Dirk kissed me a good one when
he left. I knew I was going to get to ride Allen’s wild stallion.
They had a tiny place. I didn’t see how there was going to be room, but
I didn’t say anything. Hell, I’d sleep on the floor.
Master Earl ask Big Jim if he wanted anything else to eat and he said
'no.' He was still full from the hamburgers and other
stuff. He was going to stay and take me back to Mt. Washington so
my Master didn’t have to make the trip over and back. I saw them with
their heads together deep in conversation. The Dungeon Master climbed
into the spa and Master Earl came into the kitchen where I was
finishing putting things away. He walked up behind me and put his
arms around me. He reached to my crotch and grabbed my cock and balls.
“Your Masters were proud of your performance this afternoon,
slave.” He kissed me on the neck.
“Thank you, Master.” I leaned back to feel his cock come in contact
with my ass. It began to grow.
“I think you deserve to have your Master fuck you one last time this
weekend. It will put a good cap on it for us.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Master.” He took my leash and led me down
to the dungeon and there proceeded to rape me in the sling. He
wasn’t going to see me for a week and he was going to make this fuck
last in his mind that long. It sure as Hell did mine. As he
was fucking me the rest of the family drifted down into the dungeon to
watch. They applauded my Master’s performance.
Sarge was hot. He got me off but my Master’s brand of fucking was some
of the best I ever had. Maybe it was because I was getting so use to
his moves that working my ass with him was almost muscle memory and I
could let my mind forget about everything but the ecstacy of having
this good looking man inside of me taking what he wanted and needed. I
loved him more now than ever. We finished, cleaned up and
returned with the family to the spa. Cowboy, Ben Jr. and I made
an evening drink for us. We sat in the hot water and talked. They
talked. I listened.
Master Earl and the Dungeon Master were unbelievable. I hadn’t
witnessed this before. They talked about everything on every
level. My biggest surprise was Master Earl was keeping up with Big Jim
and going down roads that surprised the Hell out of me but certainly
not the Dungeon Master. They were like two well tuned cylinders in an
internal combustion machine that fired slightly after the intake,
depending on the other, to keep it moving. They couldn’t talk about
things fast enough. It was great to see and hear. There was a warmth
and love that flowed easily between them. Whatever they decided
for my future I knew was going to be good.
Everyone was following their conversation and adding comments from time
to time but they were flying tandem. It was wonderful to behold.
The Dungeon Master got out of the pool and ordered me out, too.
It was about eight o’clock and we had to be back by nine or I turned
into a pumpkin. I laughed because Big Jim was now the recognized,
undisputed Dungeon Master, made all the decisions, but he insisted we
stick to the rules. Rules ‘is’ rules, I guess. I never challenged
them. I learned over the years rules are there to set parameters and
should be adhered to as much as possible;— especially, between Masters
and slaves. Don’t consider becoming a slave if you don’t want to
live by the rules set down by your Master.
I said a sad goodbye to my wonderful Master and the family members from
Tucson. My respect for him and the grace with which he dealt with
all the family members from the monied to the lower incomes, the
intelligent to the simple, had grown to worshipful proportions.
He treated everyone as equals and went out of his way to see to the
happiness and good time of any guest. He was great at moving through a
crowd and acknowledging everyone; however, one on one with
someone new, he couldn’t speak. If there was even one other, he was all
right. He said it was one of the reasons that kept him from
becoming close to Big Jim all those years. When they were alone, he
couldn’t talk to him. Big Jim just thought he was either snobbish or
didn’t like him. Slowly, through me and several other people, he
was around Big Jim more and could relate to him one to one with no
problem. Then when he began to feel comfortable around Big Jim
they started a dialogue like two computers trying to establish a baud
rate.
I strapped my bag on the back of the Dungeon Master’s Harley and
climbed on behind him. I waved to my Master as we sped
away. The ride back to Mt. Washington was not long but it was
magical. Going up the hill you could see all the lights of
downtown Los Angeles. It was a cool clear summer night. I was
becoming a hopeless romantic like the Dungeon Master. It was a glorious
night. Soft winds had swept the sky. Lucy spread the evening sky
with all her diamonds. There had never been such a night.
There never will be again but it still exists. I go there often in the
comfort of my memory.
The strong smell of a man’s leather jacket. The guttural sounds of a
Harley’s exhaust. Riding buddy on the back of a big man’s bike will
trigger the memory. Then suddenly I’m there on the back on my giant’s
Harley, in the middle of that magic night, praying once again, the ride
will go on forever, or at least until we reach our destination:
the second star to the right and on ‘til morning. My heart was at
peace.
End Chapter 23 ~The Ties That Bind
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