The people have
a vision quest they send their children onto find the
reasons why their souls are here and learn the ways of their
brothers the Wolf, the Bear, the Eagle, the Buffalo, the Deer, the
Coyote and the Crow.They all must
learn the dance of each to let their spirits intertwine with the spirit
of that animal. Not to become the animal, for only skin walkers and
shamans can do that, but to learn it's ways. To give them
strength and knowledge of their world.
The dance most
favored is the Bear Dance. It is the easiest for the young seekers to
communicate with the spirit of the Bear to bring his presence to
the dance. If you are an observer, watch closely and open your
heart you may see the bears before you dancing to the sacred
chants and drums. Even though he is the most fierce, our brother the
Bear has the biggest heart of all. ~ From the Journal
of James Redfeather.
Part I ~ The
Journals
Chief and
Master
Jeb were sitting at the kitchen table discussing Chief’s Journal.
Master Jeb read it and was as wowed by some of Jim Redfeather notes and
observations. He closed the book to acknowledge my slave’s ritual
greeting. I loved keeping the ritual with Master Jeb. He always
seemed to appreciate ritual; besides, he wore the hottest pair of
big boots. I did the same with Chief. He laughed at my
insistence.
“We only left
you two hours ago, slave.” He laughed.
“That’s Beau’s
way of expressing several things. With him it goes beyond
greeting. It says, I love you, I’m hot for you, I owe you
an apology, love your boots, fuck me, or his personal favorite, I can’t
figure out what’s going on here so I’ll distract you by humbling myself
until I get further input.” said Big Jim laughing. I had to admit
his description was pretty damn accurate.
“I’ve watched
him and he can say more in that simple act than any slave we’ve ever
trained. Funny thing is, nine times out of ten he gets his message
across loud and clear.” We all laughed
Chief washed his
work clothes and was going to stay the night in his small bedroom
upstairs. Master Jeb continued his conversation with Chief as the
Dungeon Master and I got some ice cream for us out of the fridge.
That’s one thing a giant is great for. For him, dipping into hard ice
cream was like dipping into soft butter. Opening stuck jars?
Nothing better. Something on the top shelf you can’t reach, no
problem, he simply lifts you up to get it. Handy man to have
around, in more ways than one.
“Chief,” said
Master Jeb, “it’s pretty remarkable we have two people under one roof
who show definite literary talent. There’s some remarkable stuff
in your journal. What started out to be notes on learning about the
psychology and training of slaves has expanded to the story of a man’s
quest to find his place in the universe. I’d like a second opinion.
Would you consider letting your big brother read this?
“I’d be
honored.” replied Chief.
“I’d like for
you to read this, Jim, if you have time. Can our slave read over
his shoulder, Chief?”
“Sure, you know
how Beau and I are, we’re soul brothers. I wouldn’t feel
self-conscious about him or big bro knowing anything about me.”
“I think we’d
both like to read it, Chief. Maybe we can read it to each
other.”said the Dungeon Master. “How ‘bout you, slave? I’d like for
Chief to read your journal as well. Not only is it an interesting read,
I think it would be a useful learning exercise for him. I won’t order
you to as it was understood to be a private journal.”said Master Jeb.
“I owe the man
my life, Master Jeb. I have no secrets from him. Certainly he may read
it if he wishes.”
“You know I
would, Beau. The passage the Dungeon Master read at your slave ceremony
had me in tears. Hell, it had everyone in tears. There
wasn’t a dry eye in the place. The way Master Jim read it was
powerful. Slow paced and phrased as if every word was more
important than the next. It was moving stuff. Yes, I’d like to
read it very much.”
“I’ll leave it
in your room. I might borrow it back to write more, but I’ll return it
afterward.”
“We took Chief’s
journal up to the Bear’s Lair to get ready for bed because the slave
driver had another full day planned. I left my journal on Chief’s
small desk in his room. He fixed it up kinda nice. A big psychedelic
Mandela on one wall and a picture of an old Indian Chief I didn’t
recognize. I returned to the lair.
“We gonna’
shower tonight, Beaver?”
“Don’t know why,
Dungeon Master, we’ve been parboiling in hot water all afternoon.”
“Yeah, you’re
right.” He snapped his fingers at me and pointed to his big boots. I
was on them in an instant, and he had his other boot on my butt pushing
gently but firmly. Slowly it came off and then slid off easily. We did
the same for the other. He always laughed at me when I sat at the end
of the bed and smell them for several minutes. Once he caught me
under the covers with one, my head buried in it, sound asleep. He and
Master Jeb laughed at me every time they passed me the next day.
“Besides,
Dungeon Master,” I continued, “you still have the smell of your
leathers on you that drives me nuts.”
“Oh, yeah,” he
said like a little kid, “well, you smell like leather, too, Beaver, and
it does the same damn thing to me. So, it’s unanimous. We don’t shower
and sleep with hard-ons all night. You may find Babe crawling up your
butt to pull the ox cart in the wee hours of the morn. I’m still so hot
I could pop every time I think about that fuck you gave Sarge
today. Now, Big Dirk has a new name for you, Studdly Screwright!” he
roared with laughter. Big Jim, Dirk, Chief, Allen and I were
hopeless “Rocky and Bullwinkle” fans.
Your Master was
so fucking proud of you he just beamed. Sarge took him aside
later and told him he hoped he wasn’t upset at him being forward and
using his slave without asking permission. He assured him as his
fellow family member and brother he was welcome; however, he gave his
slave orders to pleasure any Master at the party who wanted him. Sarge
said some pretty good things about you to Earl and me. He and
Titus think you’re pretty special.
I confided in
the Dungeon Master, Master Zack was so horny afterward I took him
into the small half-bath in the downstairs bedroom and sucked him off
twice. We lay down together and the Dungeon Master started to
read from Chief’s journal.
“This started
out to be a record keeping, note taking memory support for the care and
training of the male slave. It has become the story of a journey.
A journey of one pilgrim seeking nothing but observation and small
truths where they may be found. It’s not a conventional tale.
It’s a story of hope. It’s a story of love. It’s the story of one man’s
journey to regain his soul through subservience. His personal quest to
the mountain to expose himself, place his talents and gifts on an alter
for consideration, kneel before a creature slightly lower in rank than
the angels, a man, and in all humility give himself unto slavery.
“Wow, powerful
stuff!” said the Dungeon Master. “We’ll have to read more of this
another evening I can hardly keep my eyes open and you feel so,...are
you? Good night, little brother. Rest well and peaceful dreams.”
Part II ~ Ursus
Major
The following
week went by in a flash. The weeks never seemed to go by that
fast when I was working full time. Who am I kidding? I am working
full time. I’m up at the crack of dawn running. We’re up to a
mile a day now. Not too bad for two people who started running a couple
of months ago. There would be a point in our runs I would pass over to
some other plane in which I became euphoric. I felt like I could run
forever. I was running but I felt completely divorced from the physical
function of moving and breathing. My feet were carrying my body but my
spirit grew wings and flew somewhere beyond present reality.
Where? It didn’t matter as long as I kept running and getting
this high. I no longer was exhausted when we returned. I was alive and
ready for the slave driver’s gym of Hell. It wasn’t so bad
anymore. I began to look forward to our workouts. The Dungeon Master
didn’t insist we kill ourselves but if he thought I’d peaked on a level
he would add more weights.
Friday afternoon
came and big Dirk pulled up out front on his big custom Harley chopper.
He had full leathers on and a black bandanna tied around his
head. He looked hot. He just got off work at the Harley-Davidson
Dealership in Glendale where he was the factory trained lead mechanic.
“Ready to go,
Studdly?” he asked me. He told me he thought I deserved the
name from my performance with Sarge in Master Earl’s dungeon. He loved
“Rocky and Bullwinkle.” Thought it was the funniest thing on T.V.
Something we shared. I thought Dirk calling me “Studdly” was funny.
“You gonna’ make
me ride backward on your hog like poor Duddly?” I inquired. He
roared with laughter.
“I should, you
little shit.” I went through the ritual with him and he gave me the
usual, huge, bear hug and kiss. He seemed really happy to see
me. I was glad to see him, too. I put my bag on the back and gave
the Dungeon Master a quick hug.
“Go, have a good
time. Write when you get work.” he joked. Big Dirk had his bike
turned around ready to head down the hill.
“Climb on, Son,
and grab a’holt a’somp’n.” Big Dirk hollered at me above the roar of
the Milwaukee vibrator. I threw my leg across the back, found the
buddy pegs, put my hands behind me to the ‘v’ bar and pushed forward.
He felt me push into him, knew I had hold of the back and was off down
the hill.
Master Dirk was
a more cautious bike rider than I might’ve imagined. Either that or he
felt he might scare me if he didn’t? We got onto Sunset Boulevard and
passed the turn off to their place. We came to the street you turn to
go up to Master Earl’s and started up. I didn’t know what to
think. We pulled in the car port and got off. The door was
open to the kitchen. I didn’t need any explanations when my Master
walked out to give me a hug.
“We don’t have a
lot of room at out place so we’re camping out here with a friend of
ours. Hope you don’t mind, Studdly. Just don’t forget.
You’re still my fucking slave for the weekend, right?”
“Right,
Master Dirk. Glad to be your slave, but I think I’m in love with
your good looking friend."
“Damn, he has
that affect on all the pretty slaves.” Big Dirk laughed. We went
into the house, and I went through the ritual greeting with my
Master. He hugged and kissed me. Allen was fixing a salad
for dinner, hugged and kissed me.
Big Dirk led me
off to one of the downstairs bedrooms where he was camping and had me
take off my clothes. He didn’t leave. When I was through he put a
collar around my neck. It was the collar Master Earl bought for
me. He carefully adjusted it, locked it with a small lock and
snapped my leash on the front. He still had his leather’s on. He
looked and smelled great. He grabbed me, sat me in his lap and
proceeded to give me the hottest, passionate kiss I’d had in a while. A
big man with all that leather on,— what was I to do? I wasn’t
going to play hard to get, that’s for damn sure.
“You’re gonna’
get to ride the ‘Wild Stallion’ tonight Studdly.” I didn’t even ask. I
just surmised he and Allen worked out something. Maybe Master
Earl was going to get some pussy tonight and I ain’t talking ‘bout old
Monty. Good for him. Good for Allen. I was, after all, big Dirk’s
slave for the weekend. I knew he wanted me to ride him, and I was
flattered. He hadn’t expressed interest in any other man slave since
Wes, according to Allen.
Dirk and Master
Earl exchanged slaves quite often. Master Dirk and Wes were very
close. Dirk became a confidant of Wes’s. He knew things
about Wes no one else knew and he never shared, even after Wes’s
death. What was told to him in confidence was never
repeated. If he gave his word, it was gold. His Master/slave
friendship with Wes was similar to mine with Master Zack.
“You know what,
Master Dirk?”
“What, Son?”
“I’d be honored
and proud to ride your ‘Wild Stallion’ but you have to realize one
important thing.”
“What’s ‘at,
kid?”
“If I ride him
he ain’t gonna’ be wild no more. He’ll be so sweet and tame he’ll eat
right out of your hand.” He let out a whoop. Then hugged me again.
“We’ll see ‘bout
that, young’un. Don’t bet your lunch money.” we both laughed. He
was in great spirits. He led me up the stairs into the living
room. Master Earl looked up and whistled. I was completely nude, no
leathers, and they could see my development. They said they could tell
a difference from last weekend. I told them I gained a total of
about twenty pounds in weight and my leather jacket wouldn’t zip up
anymore. It wouldn’t even come together.
“Beau, you look
great.” said Allen. “Where is the twenty pounds? You don’t look
fat or heavy?”
“Muscle weight
is about twice as heavy as fat.” said Master Earl. “I learned that from
Wes.”
“I don’t care
what he’s doing he looks good enough to fuck.” grunted big
Dirk. We all laughed. “You gonna’ ring those tits, Earl?
You’d be crazy not, too.” Dirk offered his strong opinion.
“We were gonna’
do it last weekend but we never got around to it. We’ll be back
out to the desert to Zack’s place weekend after next. We may have
it done then. Plus a Prince Albert through his dick. Sarge insists he
should have a septum piercing but I’m not sure. I’ve always wanted a
slave with a ring through his nose. Hook his leash to the ring, he’ll
follow you anywhere, no questions asked.” They all thought that
was great fun. I just got hard. They noticed and then
laughed at me as I blushed.
“I think you
know what your slave thinks about it, Earl.” Laughed Dirk.
“Septum, too,
then.” I wasn’t too crazy about the piercing part but the idea
of the look and effect of a ring through my nose kept me hard all
evening. They laughed and hooted every time I got up from the table.
“Definitely, a
septum piercing.” said Master Earl again. They had my
favorite Italian food and I was eating everything. I had seconds and
then cleaned Allen’s plate. They were laughing at me eating so
much.
“I’ve never seen
him eat this much. He used to pick at his food and eat just a
little. I can’t believe what he ate tonight. I can remember Wes
would eat more when he was working out heavily. Your body just demands
more fuel. He can eat all he wants as far as I’m concerned. If
that’s the results, eat more, Beau.” They laughed.
It was a great
meal and we had a good time. Master Dirk can be a charming man.
He was intelligent and observant. He didn’t have much schooling
but he excelled at what he did. He was the top Harley-Davidson Mechanic
in Southern California. He worked at the Harley sales place in
Glendale. Most all the family brought their bikes to Dirk. He was
honest and fair. All he wanted was a good day's pay for a good
day's work. He made damn good money. He and Allen could
afford a bigger place but the rent they were paying was dirt cheap.
Allen handled all the money. Masters usually do but their relationship
was a bit different.
It was patterned
more after the straight world. Dirk just couldn’t be bothered
with it. He wouldn’t write checks. Wouldn’t balance a check
book. Hated paying bills. They threatened to turn off
everything at one time or another not because they didn’t have the
money. Dirk forgot to pay or didn’t want to be bothered. Finally,
Master Wolf, Dirk called him Daddy Wolf, talked him into letting Allen
handle the money and keep records Dirk could look at occasionally.
Allen never asked to do it. He accepted his role as slave to let
Dirk handle everything. When Allen took over he found eight of
his paychecks from Master Wolf, Dirk never deposited.
Dirk didn’t know
how to fill out a deposit slip. He wasn’t dumb, he’d never done
it and was embarrassed to ask anyone. Allen took over the money and
kept accurate books for Dirk to look at anytime. Dirk looked at
it once. He was satisfied Allen knew what he was doing and never looked
again. Once in a while he’d ask Allen how much they had in their
accounts and Allen would get his ledger and tell him to the penny. They
were saving up to buy a small house or double wide trailer.
Living where the rent was cheap was sometime cramped but they were
banking a bundle every month.
Wherever they
went Dirk carried their money. Allen would say,
“He’s like a
walking Fort Knox. Who’s gonna’ try to rob him?” He was right.
Allen was so small a stout twelve year old could take him.
Allen and Button
were much a like physically. Button was a bit bigger than Allen but
Allen had the brains and maturity. Everyone thought they would
become good friends. Not so. Allen liked and tolerated
Button but he got on Allen’s nerves. Allen said it was because Button
was so much like him when he was his age. It made Allen
uncomfortable to be around him. He was never rude or unkind to
Button. He just never had much time for him.
We finished the
evening in the hot tub and when it came time to retire for the evening
Master Dirk led me to his bedroom. Allen was to stay with Master
Earl. He loved staying with Master Earl. Sometimes Dirk would have to
go back to Milwaukee for a mechanics conference at the factory. He
would be gone for a week or more and Dirk would leave Allen with Master
Earl or Master Wolf. Of course, Allen preferred staying with
Master Earl because he got to pleasure him. He loved Master Earl.
Master Earl was quite taken with Allen as well. Once he got over
the idea he might hurt Allen he learned he could fuck his little cunt
with a vengeance. He loved to shoot a big load in Allen then lift
him over his head and drain his come into his mouth.
Sometimes he’d
share half of it with Allen, other times he’d give him all of it. Allen
was the only gay man who could get Master Earl to put on his uniform
and play ‘Speeding ticket or blow job.’ Guess which one Allen always
chose?
I all ready
helped Master Dirk off with his leathers before we got into the spa. He
pulled me down with him onto the protective leather bedspread. It felt
cool and good. He felt hot and good. I wouldn’t have thought Dirk
would like to make love to a man with holding and kissing. Boy
was I wrong. He was a lover. He got me so wound up I was
practically on my knees in tears begging him to let me ride the ‘Wild
Stallion.’ He finally let me make love to his big cock then gave me
permission to take it. I swallowed the whole thing and it surprised the
Hell out of him. Surprised the Hell out of me, too. It was bigger
around than Master Jeb’s but was about the same length. It had one
strange thing about it. About an inch and a half before the base it
started to narrow and narrowed down to about half its size. It
was like a dildo that tapered on the end. Once I got it inside
me, it truly was one of the most filling and comfortable dicks
I’d ever sat on.
“Rumor has it,
slave, you like to take a Master’s piss. Is that true?”
“Yes, Master
Dirk, it’s true. I’ve developed a taste for it.”
“You know I’m a
virgin where that’s concerned, slave? What’er we gonna’ do about
it?”
“With your
permission, Sir, I’ll run to the kitchen to get my Master a couple of
beers.” He started laughing and pulled me on top of his huge body. I
ended up laying out the entire length of him looking right into his
deep-set dark brown eyes.
“You gonna’ take
my piss, slave, and claim that cherry?”
“If there’s a
God, I hope to, Sir.” he laughed again. He was so hot I
leaned into him slowly and barely placed my lips on his and searched
his mouth gently for his tongue. He remained still but connected and
let me gently coax it into my mouth. I began to suck on it and slide
down the inside with my tongue until I felt his huge cock swelling
beneath me. He pulled away and took in a deep breath.
“Better get me
them fucking beers, slave. This old man wants you to get his piss
cherry tonight after I let you ride the ‘Wild Stallion’ I’m gonna’ make
you beg for it a little more. I love to see tears in a slave eyes
‘cause he wants to feel that big thing soaking in his butt. Would you
like that, slave,— to feel that monster all the way up there? You
ain’t gonna’ mount this old hoss like you do your Master’s, you know?”
“I want to feel
the Harley Master deep inside me, Sir. You’re right, it would be an
honor and a privilege to play catcher for you, Sir. I’ll beg you
so sweetly it’ll make tears come to your eyes and you’ll beg me to
stop. You’ll tell me, ‘You can have it slave just don’t break my heart
anymore with your sweet pleas.’
“Kid, you got a
line of shit, I’ll give you that. Go get them beers.”
“Yes, Master,
and...thank you, Master Dirk. I’m proud to be your slave this
weekend.”
I turned and
walked to the kitchen. I got two beers from the fridge and returned to
the downstairs bedroom. Big Dirk was laying on his stomach with
his big hairy ass up on the bed. My tongue immediately got hard to say
nothing of its brother down south. I popped the beer open and handed it
to him. He drank about half and set it on a coaster on the night
stand.
“Master Dirk?”
“Yes, slave?”
“May this slave
ask you to consider granting this unworthy slave a favor, Sir?”
“You may ask,
slave, and I will consider,...”
“Ever since I
first met you, Sir, and watched you walk around in the buff by the pool
and spa there’s been one thing on my mind.”
“And, what might
that be, slave?”
“To get my
tongue as far up your ass as I could. To clean your asshole for you,
Master. You have the most edible looking ass.” He laughed.
“Zing, went the
strings of my heart.” He laughed again, “Can you keep a secret?”
“Of course,
Master Dirk, it’s the people I tell it to who can’t. Just kidding. You
know it’ll never go further than me.”
“I’m a virgin in
that department, too.” I was quiet for a minute not knowing
whether to pursue it further when he continued. “Allen and I have a
pretty straight forward no frills sexual thing. That’s not a
complaint. I love Allen. I love fucking his little cunt. It’s
tighter than any woman’s will ever be. He ain’t likely to have no kids
so it ain’t gonna’ get stretched out of shape. I’ll stay with Allen
‘til one of us or both kick the bucket. I don’t mess around with any
other men or women since Allen had his operation. I gave him my word if
he had the operation I would never go with a woman as long as we’re
together. I meant it. I’ve thought about it a couple of times, but that
don’t count as going against my word.
I’ve been living
in a world of gay men. I’ve heard a lot about what goes on and at first
a lot of it sounded really sick. Drinking piss and sucking a
man’s ass. Then I got to thinking one night what it might feel
like to have some hot slave’s tongue way up my butt. I gotta’
admit it made my old dick hard thinking about it. So,— you wanna’ claim
that cherry, too, Son?”
“If you give me
permission, Sir, I’ll do my best.” He grabbed his beer off the
night stand, finished it and shoved two pillows under his belly until
his ass was sticking right in my face. He slowly parted his huge legs
and in the dim light I got the first look at my prize.
“I don’t know
how clean I am, Son.”
“Doesn’t matter,
Master, that’s what your slave is for.”
“Then you have
my permission to clean me good, slave.”
“Thank you,
Master Dirk, this is a dream come true.”
Those were the
last words I uttered before my feast. Before my tongue was lost
in his dark tunnel. I cleaned and sucked the outside until only my
saliva was left shining in the dim light from the bathroom. I got
more and more of him to sheath my tongue in darkness and could taste
his maleness, his manhood, the very essence of him. I could
taste who this big man was. He was going nuts moaning and pushing his
ass back to meet my stabbing tongue. Finally I grabbed the cheeks
of his ass and spread them to get more into the tunnel. I put my thumbs
next to his sphincter and slowly pulled it apart as I kept my tongue
fucking ever deeper into his hole.
He was pushing
back more and more when all of a sudden with my tongue way up his ass
his sphincter muscle tried to bite it off. He shot his load. I was
still way up there cleaning him. He groaned, pushed back and tried to
bite it off again. I took advantage of his relaxing afterward and
shoved it in further. Once more he arched his back, pushed back and
clamped on my tongue as he squeezed the last volley out of his big
dick. Then he collapsed moaning about the sweetest feeling this side of
heaven. I made love to his hole like it was another pair of lips and
felt him trying to kiss me back. He knew what I was communicating and
wanted to reciprocate. I crawled up beside him and lay my arm lightly
across his back.
“You got my
cherry slave and you got it good.”
“May I have my
prize, Sir?”
“Your prize,
Son?” He was confused.
“Your come, Sir,
may I have it while I clean you up.
“Sure, kid, but
come up here and give me a kiss first.”
“But Sir, I
just...”
“It was my
fucking asshole, slave. Follow your Master’s orders before he
turns you over his knee and spanks you.” I hesitated.
“Can I have
both, Sir?” I asked innocently. He fell out laughing.
“God, Beau, what
planet did you come from, you crazy fucker?” I crawled into the big
bear’s furry arms, he kissed me and sucked my face until my fillings
were loose. Then he let me have my prize. It was a big prize,
too. Big man. Big load. It tasted great, strong and male
like him. He watched intently as I licked his belly, his big dick, his
balls and his hairy upper thighs. He was so into the sensuality of the
moment he got roaring hard again. I popped his second beer open
for him. He chug-a-luged about half of it and sat it aside.
“Crawl up here
in my arms and let me hold you, slave. I’d give you a hundred dollars
if you could talk Allen into doing that for me.”
“He’s your
slave, just order him to do it.”
“I could, but if
he really couldn’t get into it then I’d feel bad ‘cause I made him, and
he’d be pissed or maybe hurt ‘cause I forced him. He’s never
failed to obey an order, but he’s forgetful sometimes and I have to
punish him. I’m never violent with him anymore. I learned my
lesson and I’m glad I did. Violence never got me what I wanted anyway.
It only pushed him away from me. I wanted him to obey me because
he loved and respected me. I just don’t let him ride the Wild Stallion
for a week or more and he goes nuts. The only way he can come is
for me to fuck him. After a week or more of no B3D he’s ready to
tell me he’s sorry, he was wrong and it won’t happen again.”
“B3D, Sir?”
“Yeah,— Big
Daddy Dirk Dick.” I started laughing and rolled on my back. I
couldn’t stop. He tickled me and made it worse. I finally calmed
down.
“May I have your
permission to feel him out, Sir? Maybe he doesn’t think you want
to try that? You said yourself you had a pretty straight forward sexual
thing. He may be following your lead and is like me, secretly lusting
after your big hairy hole.”
“My God, you
even make it sound appetizing.”
“Was to me,
Master Dirk, and it might be for my little brother. That’s a hundred,—
is that right, Sir?” I couldn’t play it straight and started
laughing again.
“No, I’ll do
better’n that if you can talk him into it. The day after,
you’ll have two big ones in your hand, slave, or your Master’s hand.”
“So, I have your
permission to feel him out?”
“Absolutely,
Son!”
“I’m going to
share with your Master you got my cherry big time.” He smiled with
pride.
“Thank you,
Master, I think.” We lay together for a while, me in his big
arms, him holding me tight to his big chest.
“That was some
kind a’ good, slave.” he breathed a deep sigh. “Gotta’ get me
some more of that action before this weekend’s over. I’m gonna’
turn you over to your Master tomorrow morning, but I’m gonna’ tell him
I want you back for a while Sunday afternoon to eat some more bear pie.”
“I’d be happy to
serve you again, Sir. I promise to do a better job. I can do better, I
just didn’t know how into it you wanted me go.”
“I can’t imagine
you doing a better job, but if you say so I’ll believe you. For your
reward, slave...?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“I’m gonna’ let
you ride the 'Wild Stallion' without too much begging, but I need to
hear a little sincere pain in your voice to have that big thing up
there.”
That won’t
be to too hard, I thought. To me, his cock always looked like it
should be up some man’s ass. In a way my ass was all ready crying
for it. I felt my ass and it was wet.
“Does my ass
crying for it count, Sir.”
“Your ass
crying, slave?” He looked puzzled. I moved my ass around for him to
feel. He put his finger on my hole and easily slipped it in, two,
three, then four. “Son of a bitch. Aww, you lubed your ass.”
“I didn’t, Sir,
I swear, I wouldn’t lie to you. Talk to my Master tomorrow, when my ass
is really hungry for a cock it starts dripping with boy-butt juices. I
feel like it’s crying to feel that big thing planted deep up my butt.”
“I agree, saddle
up, cowboy.” He grabbed his beer and downed the rest of it. I ran
to the kitchen to get two more and brought them back and opened one for
him.
“In case my
Master wants some beer while I’m riding his stallion.”
“Very
thoughtful, slave. My dick’s hurting to get into that butt.”
“May I,
Sir?” I was inches away from kissing and lathering up the big
thing.
“Granted, slave,
but make it quick. I kissed it and slathered it up good. My ass
juices were running down my leg. I straddled him and placed the
monster at my rosebud to hold it in place. I reached back and spread my
ass cheeks wide with my hands and mounted the Wild Stallion in one
swift stroke to the base. It hit the base so hard I bounced.
“Proved me
wrong, slave. Damn, that was a Hell of a mount.
Woah! Now take my pony for a ride, Son.” I began my ride
and could tell from the first two or three strokes big Dirk was gonna’
be a push over. I wondered if I should play the, build him up
then stop, game? No, maybe when I got to know him a little better.
Somehow I felt
he needed this for some reason and I wasn’t going to let him
down. I had him off in no time. I remained on him milking small
amounts out of him from time to time. He didn’t say much.
He put his hands on my waist to hold me. Every now and then I’d feel
him move with his hands to lift me, and I would respond. Like he was
jacking me off with his hands on my hips. We played that game for
some time. Then he ordered me off his cock. That’s when my
tears started big time. He pulled me close to him and held me in
his arms and soothed me.
“What’s wrong,
slave, did I hurt you?”
“You wanted to
see pain for your dick, Sir. It was painful for me to have to
give it back to you.” He didn’t want to laugh but he couldn’t
help himself, and he started me laughing, too.
“Oh, shit, Beau,
I haven’t laughed while having sex in a long time. Allen is so
serious about sex. He wants his daddy ordering him around, a little
rough, a little mean but no laughing. I have to be a strict no nonsense
Master. Sometimes funny shit happens, it always does when two people
are having sex. You gotta’ laugh; however, if I do, it
breaks the mood Allen needs so I don’t laugh too much. Sex should
be rough, a little mean, get it all over you, celebration of joy. Two
people coming together to come together, whatever their scene, should
have room for humor." He confided in me and I knew he wasn’t
complaining so much as just stating facts. He knew he had to give up
some things to get the other things that were more important to him. He
was willing to make those sacrifices. He was growing up.
Big Dirk was in
therapy with Master Wolf for three years at that time and had a pretty
firm grip on who he was, where he was, and what he wanted for the
future. I personally, had a new respect for the man. I had some
trepidation about going with him because of the things I’d heard about
him. Maybe they were true, maybe they weren’t; all I knew, the man in
my arms was a gentle man. He learned how to love. He learned life
was give and take. He was willing to pay the price for what he wanted.
He learned nothing in life is free. Some things are a trade off.
However, to trade, you must have something of value to exchange. You
may get what you want but you, still, essentially pay for it. We lay
together for a while. The odors of a healthy man and a healthy slave
were overpowering. Big Dirk had a strong clean, male, musk odor a
man gets after having sweat a little from hot sex. The pheromones
were rampant. Mixed with all the other odors, we were bathing in
it. He knew it, too, as he looked down at me and smiled.
“You smell good
enough to eat, slave.”
“Thank you, Sir,
I appreciate,...” He flipped me and I was on my back with my cock down
his throat sucking air into my lungs from the unexpectedness of it. The
feeling of the big man’s mouth and throat around my dick. I was getting
pretty hard but he didn’t stop.
'Now,— if he
tells me he’s a virgin after this It’s gonna’ be real hard not to
laugh,' I thought. Big Dirk was giving me a big man blow job and
I was loving it. I warned him I was near. It only made him
increase his lust.
“Please, Master
Dirk, you don’t want to take me. You don’t have to. Oh God!
It’s too late!” I was shooting in his mouth and he was sucking it
down. He continued to suck me until he was satisfied he got it all then
threw his huge body on top of mine, and kissed me hard and deep. I
didn’t know what to think. He knew I would go to my grave with his
secret. It was then I realized, it was his first time playing catcher.
Two cherries popped up on my slot machine. One more and I hit the
fucking jackpot. He pulled away from my mouth and lay his big head next
to mine on the bed. He was still on top of me pinning me down. “Wanna’ make it
three cherries tonight, slave?”
“Are you
kidding, Master? Fill ‘er up, Sir.” He ordered me to the shower.
He didn’t turn it on. I guess he though I was going to spill some
and he was thoughtful enough to appreciate Master Earl’s home.
“Master, I’m not
gonna’ spill any but I appreciate your concern.” He looked puzzled. He
told me he really had to piss. I told him the drill and not to let go
until I squeezed his butt. I took him like I did Master
Jeb. I got to the last inch and couldn’t get it in. I wanted it
so badly he could tell. He didn’t ask, he just placed his big
hand behind my head and pulled me the rest of the way on. My lips were
touching his pubes. I reached up behind him and placed my hands on his
butt. I could tell he had to piss bad. I gently squeezed his ass and he
let go a stream I felt hit my belly like a fire hose.
He was filling
me up. He threw his head back and water started to drip on my
face. He was so relieved to let go his eyes were tearing. He
continued to fill me without a stop. My stomach was really
ballooned. I looked pregnant. He filled me beyond pregnant.
He finally stopped and relaxed. I knew I could take the rest in my
mouth and get a taste. I pulled off to the head and sucked on it
for more. He gave it to me. His recycled
beer was different than Zack’s. It still had a lot of beer flavor and
sugars to make it sweet. Perhaps his body had converted some of the
alcohol into sugar. Too much and it leaves the body through
urine. I gulped it down not knowing whether he had a lot more for
me or not. He gave me three more big mouthfuls and I gulped them
down like the thirsty slave I was. Damn,— I was full of good, hot, bear
piss. He looked at me and giggled.
“Let me feel the
baby.” he ordered. I turned my backside to him and pulled his
hands around and down. Placed them where he could lift up and
feel the weight of his piss in my gut. I place my hands
underneath his and made him shake my belly to hear it slosh around in
side. He thought that was the funniest thing he’d ever
heard. He loved it and did it several times. We showered together
and he played this fantasy that I was his pregnant little slave and he
was taking care of me during my last couple of days of pregnancy.
He never intimated that I was female. I was a pregnant, male
slave. He soaped up a wash cloth and cleaned me from head to toe
sitting next to him on the side of the tub. When he got to my
belly he washed it ever so gently, put his ear to it to listen, made it
slosh again and laughed.
“Any day now,
Son, you’re gonna’ have my baby. You scared, Boy?”
“A little, Sir,
but if you’re there in the delivery room to hold my hand I won’t be.”
He ran his hand all over my belly gently washing it again.
“You’re so big
you just might have twins.”
“I hope so, Sir,
two bear cubs as handsome and strong as their dad; what more could a
slave ask, Sir?” He stopped for a minute and shifted gears,
leaned close to my ear and whispered,
“If you ever
tell a soul about this you’re a dead man.” Then he threw back his big
head, laughed and back he went into the fantasy. He finally had
enough. We finished showering, and he gently toweled me
off. He carefully picked me up in his arms, carried me to the
bedroom, and gently laid me on the bed making sure I was
comfortable. I assured him I was. A bit bloated but that
was to be expected this late in the term. He had this silly
little boy laugh when we were playing. He really let it go and lay down
beside me.
“You know it’s
three o’clock. Will that go down by morning?”
“If it doesn’t
my Master can tell at a glance what went on. Maybe it would be
good for Allen to see me this way. Give him some ideas about
things?”
“You might
be right, slave. Let’s see what you look like in the morning.”
“Master, how did
you know how to suck my dick to get me off?”
“Hell, I’ve had
enough bad blow jobs in my day I knew what I’d like done to me and went
from there. Was I all right, slave?”
“Better than all
right, Master,— you were terrific.” He kissed me one last time
and held me in his arms.
“Would you
believe me if I told you I love you, slave.”
“I wouldn’t have
to try too hard, Master. Would you believe me if I told you I have a
new respect and love for you. I’ll always be there for you if you need
me. Is tonight our secret, Master?”
“For now, slave.
We’ll see about later. I’m not as uptight about roles as I use to
be. Now go to sleep, Studdly, you gotta’ get some rest. That baby takes
a lot out of you.”
“Good night, big
bear.”
“Good night,
cub.” My water broke
about two hours later, and I had to piss like a race horse. I
headed to the bathroom and barely got there when my piss started
flowing none stop. My belly was almost all gone, but the recycled
beer ran right through me. I pissed and pissed. How could that man have
that big a bladder? ‘Hell, Beau, he’s a big man,’ I thought to
myself. By the time I finished, my belly was about gone. I hoped
he wouldn’t be disappointed. Well, if he was, he can always fill
me up again. I didn’t know how to tell him I had a miscarriage and,—
well, you make up the rest.
I went back to
sleep. Master Dirk rolled over, threw his arm around me and
pulled me closer to his big furry body. He was indeed a bear, he gave
off a lot of body heat. I could imagine him next to me on a cold
winter’s night in the backwoods of Alaska. His warmth relaxed me,
and I fell into a deep, restful sleep. We didn’t wake up until
nearly nine o’clock. My Master let us sleep in. Big Dirk was sitting up
in bed and looked at my belly. He seemed relieved it had gone
down. We showered again, and I sucked him off in the
shower. My jaw was sore after that. I helped him get
dressed and he reinserted my plug. My stomach was gone, no one could
tell.
He took my leash
and kissed me one last time before he led me up the stairs. Master Earl
and Allen were busy in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Master Dirk took
me around to my Master and symbolically handed him my leash. My Master
smiled, thanked Master Dirk and asked if the slave to be auctioned,
performed well for him. Dirk raised an eyebrow and smiled,
“He was fine,
Master Earl. You're a lucky man. I’ll talk to you in private
later, Sir.” He said with a wink.
“Certainly,
Master Dirk. Glad, too.” I pitched in, gave them a hand and
we had breakfast ready in no time. We ate on the patio. The
sun was warm. The day was not yet hot.
“I leave him
with you with one small proviso, Master Earl. I need to borrow
him for about and hour or two tomorrow afternoon late.”
“He’s your slave
for the weekend, Dirk. I’m grateful to get to be with him for a while.
We really appreciate the opportunity.”
“We have some
errands to run and we should be back by early afternoon and he’s yours
from now ‘til tomorrow afternoon about four. If it’s okay, we’d
like to come back and party with you guys tonight.”
“You know it’s
alright. The door to the kitchen is always open. We’ll do something for
dinner. Now, you guys don’t get food, we’ll take care of it
tonight. Okay?”
“Sure, Earl.”
Dirk said with a smile.” We won’t have time to get food today anyway
‘cause I gotta’ meet a guy over to the Harley shop to take his bike in
for Monday. Then we got about five or six other stops to make.
We’ll be happy to leave it to you guys. Can we get anything?”
“No!” Said
Master Earl emphatically. “Let us this time, we’ll have fun doing
it, right Beaver?”
“Right, Master.”
“Beaver?”
questioned Big Dirk
“Oh, you haven’t
heard the story about 'Little Beaver.' We’ll tell you over
dinner, you guys go and get done what you need to do and come on
back. If we’re not here we’ll be right back. We may have a
last minute run to the store for something.” Allen and Dirk left us
alone to return later that afternoon. We were alone. I got the
idea Master Earl fucked his brains out last night so I knew he wasn’t
interested in sex. I really wasn’t either.
“So, what do you
think of Dirk now?”
“I have a deep
respect for him and, after last night, I love him. I know I
keep saying that about every man in the family, but Master, they’re
hard not to love. I love them like you love them, I care about them.”
“You don’t have
to defend yourself, Son, I know exactly what you’re trying to say. Dirk
is a hard man not to love. Wait, did that come out right? Well,
you know what I meant.” he laughed, “He’d give you the shirt off
his back. I’ve loved him and Allen for many years and I’ve seen Dirk
come a long way. He’s become a fine man over a period of about
four years. He wasn’t always this nice. He took some getting use to.
When they came to me about camping out over here I was thrilled.
I didn’t know whether I was going to see you this weekend or not. I
invited Master Wolf and Zane over for brunch and pool tomorrow
afternoon; however, you never know who’s going to drop by.
We have all day
to ourselves, what would you like to do with it?” Monty crawled
up in my lap and was asleep. I thought that looked pretty good to me.
“Is there
anything around here you need to get done I can give you a hand with,
Master?”
“No, I can’t
think of anything. You want to cook tonight or maybe do ribs on the
grill?”
“That sound
great to me. We could get some of that good potato salad at the
deli.” We had our day planned. It was a slow, laid back
Silverlake summer’s day. We went into the small shops on Silverlake
Boulevard. The shops on Hyperion. We bought food at the huge
supermarket. We were in Master’s big four wheeling Ford pickemup truck.
He and I got a lot of looks from people in the stores. We ignored
them.
Dirk and Allen
returned and something was different. They were thicker than thieves,
all over each other, little whispers, giggles, poking each other. Dirk
would tickle Allen until he was in tears, I’d never seen them this
playful.
“Oh, they’re
always like this after they spend a night with someone else. It seems
to jump start them. Then Dirk fucks Allen for days. You can’t get the
smile off Allen’s face.”
“What went on
last night? Every few minutes one of you or both would break up
laughing. We wondered if you were telling each other jokes.”
“We had fun.
Nothing out of the ordinary, Master. Master Dirk was a gentleman with
the best of Master manners. He gained my respect last night big
time. That’s one man I will never have a hard time kneeling before or
paying homage to his boots anytime, anywhere.”
“You know,
that’s almost the same thing Wes had to say about him the last night he
spent with him. He and Wes got very close as Master/slave friends like
you’re becoming with Master Zack. Dirk became a confidant of
Wes’s and to this day won’t tell me anything they talked about. He
tells me if anyone could find a way to come back and kick his ass, Wes
would. He believes it, and I think I agree with him.
We had a
wonderful dinner of barbequed pork spare ribs, a small salad, potato
salad, pinto beans and cold slaw. Great food but I ate too
much. We again ended up in the spa and Allen and Dirk were in a
world of their own. Finally they excused themselves early to retire to
the downstairs bedroom. Dirk couldn’t wait to get into Allen. It was
good to see. I hoped there wouldn’t be any hard feelings. On the
contrary it made the both of them randy as shoats.
My Master was
laid back and in a peaceful, relaxed mood. We had a couple drinks
and sat in the spa for several hours. We got out every thirty minutes
or so to jump in the pool. The warm water of the pool seemed icy
compared to the spa. It was refreshing and several times we just sat in
the shallow end of the pool. We quietly talked about many things. He
told me he had hope again for the future. He lost sight of any
happiness after Wes was killed and wasn’t interested in sex or dating
anyone until that day on Silverlake Boulevard. He told me he knew he’d
see me again even if he had to make up some lame excuse to come by my
apartment.
“I wanted you
from the moment I pulled you over and saw you get off your bike. When
you asked to clean my boots, I almost pissed my pants. I wasn’t gonna’
let an opportunity like that go by. Here we are almost three months
later waiting for you to become my property.”
“Master, if by
chance some other Master wins the bid, and I have to become his slave,
will you promise me something?”
“Depends on what
it is, slave.”
“Find yourself
another slave as quickly as possible. I don’t think I could stand
to think you weren’t being served by a good slave.”
“I can’t make a
promise like that. I don’t know exactly how I’d feel. I have too
much time and love invested in you to lose that bid. Wes hasn’t brought
us this far to abandon us. He’s watching over us; he’ll
make it right, you’ll see.” I could only pray he was right.
Part III ~ Canis
Lupus Sunday morning
was busy with preparations for brunch. Allen and I manned the
kitchen and we had things underway. We looked at each other, raised our
eyes to heaven.
"Were’s the
General when you need him?" Allen said in frustration.
Allen no sooner
got that out when the door bell rang. My Master went to the
door. Who should it be but General Oscar, Billy and Master Bert.
God heard our prayer. Allen and I did a little arm in arm,
do-see-do, dance in the kitchen.
After going
through the greeting rituals and shedding of clothes General Oscar and
his staff, Billy, came and greeted us. Oscar got into the fun of
being commanding General of the kitchen and lined us up. He got a
wooden spoon and stuck it under his arm a la Patton.
“All right
troops, where are we so far in this battle.” Allen got into the role
fast.
“Sir,
we’ve managed to get several things done in preparation for the assault
on the eggs, Sir. Chopped onions. Minced parsley. Two dozen
eggs out of shells in mixing bowl, Sir.”
“Fine report,
Private,— fine report. Gentlemen! This is our plan of
attack...” And, he would bark out assignments. It was great
fun. We laughed but Oscar laughed the most. It was his time to
shine and he did so brilliantly.
Master Wolf and
Zane arrived on his new Harley. Nice bike. Factory chopper.
Stripped for speed. Captain America stripes on the fenders. Big
Dirk was the first to greet them in the car port. Threw his big arms
around Master Wolf and bellowed,
“Daddy Wolf, how
the fuck are you?”
“Fine, Dirk,—
fine.” Then Dirk hugged and kissed Zane and ushered them in. Zane
went through the greeting ritual with all the Masters and all the
slaves with Master Wolf. I showed Zane to the bedroom to undress and
complemented him and his Master on their new bike.
“He just got it
Friday and we haven’t been off it for more than two hours since. One
good thing, it really makes him horny. He hasn’t fucked me this much
since we first got together. I told him to buy two more.”
We laughed at
his shared joke. Zane was unusually friendly and open. He usually
was reserved and quiet. Not shy. Just stuck pretty close to
Master Wolf.
Brunch was
served and everyone went to the picnic tables to eat. We put them
end to end and there was plenty of room for all. It was a nice
treat to have Master Bert, Oscar and Billy drop by. The food
always tasted better when Oscar was in charge. He just knew how to cook
and did it well. After brunch the slaves cleaned everything and
went back out to play. It was a nice day and everyone was enjoying
themselves. Everyone was finally in the buff, in the pool or spa.
The Masters moved one of the picnic tables down to the pool area to sit
around and drink. The conversations varied.
Dirk, Zane,
Billy and Allen were in the pool playing water volley ball. More
grab ass than game but, they were having fun. Master Burt asked
Master Wolf,
“How long have
you known Dirk and Allen, Master Wolf?” asked Master Bert.
“Gosh, about
four,— almost five years now. Allen works for me. He’s my
receptionist at my office.”
“You do
counseling, therapy for bikers?” Master Bert inquired innocently.
“It would seem
that way, Sir; although, I didn’t start out to make a practice of
bikers alone. Over time, one referral led to another and here I am. I
have one client who’s not a biker but he’s thinking about buying
one.” He laughed.
“What’s your
background, Master Wolf?” Pursued Master Bert.
“I was a Social
Worker for the County of Los Angeles for many years and they had these
work enrichment programs they sponsored. If you wanted to get a
Master’s in Social Welfare Degree, MSW, they worked out a program with
U.C.L.A.. A person could go to night school for two years and their
field work experience would count as credit toward their degree. The
best part was the county picked up the tab. After I graduated someone
in the department thought it would be great fun to appoint me as sexual
reassignment liaison between the welfare department and the local
medical facilities who were performing these operations.
The people
trying to obtain the operation had to go through a certain amount of
therapy and be approved before the hospitals would do the work.
It was my job to coordinate all that. The county wanted me to work
under a psychiatrist with these cases for a year and then I would be
eligible to get my license as a psychotherapist to continue for the
county. I was indentured to them for a certain number of years for my
education. I was taking a few private patients after work and on
weekends to try to establish a private practice. Buy the time my
indentured period was up I had enough clients to start a minimal
practice. I announced to the county my wish to resign and they
asked me not, too. They told me I could go ahead with my practice if
they could send all their sexual reassignment applicants to me for
approval or denial. Sounded good to me. Sucking off mother
county’s teat while having my own private practice?
It got to where
I couldn’t juggle patients on my own and needed a receptionist. I put
the word out in the gay community I was looking for a gay man with some
experience as a receptionist/secretary. I wanted someone who had
some interest in bikes and bikers ‘cause I had quite a few gay bikers
who were involved in Master/slave relationships that were coming
to me. I had about
twenty people who wanted to interview for the job so I set aside three
days and made appointments for all of them. All went well until
the last day when there was this very small, petite woman, tastefully
dressed, wanting to apply for the job. I told her all the appointments
had been made but she begged me to reconsider and at least interview
her.
I though, ‘What
the Hell. If she wants to sit here and wait I’ll interview her. I’ll
just tell her ‘no’ so I agreed to interview her if she wanted to wait.
I explained It might be sometime because I still had four to interview.
She said she would wait. Everyone left but her and I ushered her into
my office and sat her down. I thought I would go through the motions of
an interview. I asked about last jobs and employers. She had a job with
the county doing work for the same department I was in, and I knew the
job description of her work. It would certainly work in well with me,
plus she had top notch referrals out the ying-yang. She was far
more qualified than any of the other applicants. Still, I wasn’t going
to hire her. I wanted a gay man within the biker/leather crowd. I
began to explain to her why there was only men in the room for
interviews. I really didn’t think she would work out as a lot of
my clients were bikers and could be rough edged at times.
“Oh, that’s
okay,” she countered, “my boy friend’s a biker. He’s a member of
the ‘Satan’s Slaves Motorcycle Club.” ‘Satan’s Slaves
Motorcycle Club?’ I thought to myself, ‘They’re a notorious gang of
outlaw bikers. What’s wrong with this picture? This tiny little
woman dress in a nice, pink, two piece Jackie O suit with matching pink
pill box hat tastefully accessorized ?’ Then I thought I’d hit
her with the coup de grace,
“I really wanted
a gay man.” She smiled knowingly and replied,
“Well my real
name is Allen.” Blew me away. He looked so much like a woman. With out
breathing I said,
“Your
hired!” I only allow him to dress in drag on Fridays, his
Birthday, and Halloween.”
“I met Dirk and
we became close friends. Allen wasn’t lying to me. When I first
met Dirk he was flagging ‘Satan’s Slaves’ colors on his jacket. I fell
in love with Allen. Everyone who knows him falls in love with him.
Everyday became a treat working with him. I couldn’t keep my hands off
of him. I never made sexual advances toward Allen. He’s like a
perfect miniature toy. He’s 'precious.' Not in the way you've
heard it used. He simply is a one of a kind person. He’s gentle,
unassuming, thoughtful, wise, caring, loving and a loyal friend.
Dirk met Allen
at a gay drag bar on Sunset Boulevard in Silverlake on a Halloween
Night. The bar had a contest for best drag. Allen entered and won. Dirk
was there with several straight bikers who just wanted to have a hoot.
They weren’t out for mayhem. They were on their best behavior and being
gentlemen. Dirk saw Allen, rooted for him in the contest, bought
him a drink, and fell in love. Talk about love at first sight. He
had to have Allen in the worst way. Allen didn't lead him on. He told
Dirk he was a man in drag, that he was very much a man, and didn't want
him to be mislead. Dirk said he didn't care, he’d never been with a man
but if Allen would show him what to do he wanted him. Dirk wasn’t going
to take ‘no’ for an answer. He went home with Allen that night
and moved in with him the next week. They had some pretty rough
adjustment problems as you might imagine; Dirk being straight and Allen
being terminally gay.
Allen would come
to work wearing sun glasses and moving like he was sore. I
finally confronted him, he crawled up into my lap and cried his heart
out.
'Master Wolf,
Dirk beats me up. I try and try to be good but I sometime forget what
he wants, he gets angry, goes into a rage and beats me up.'
I was on a
friendship basis with Dirk but never pushed him too far. I knew better.
He’s a huge man and I value my life. The last time Dirk beat Allen up
he was in the hospital for three days. Allen came right back to
work. He was staying with me and Zane and not going around Dirk. Allen
was afraid for his life and well he should have been. Dirk had a mean
streak to him and a short fuse. The smallest thing could set him off
and he would go bananas. It was my habit
to stop at my local gay bar on my way home from work on Friday
afternoons. I had a lot of biker friends who would stop in and we'd
talk and relax. Dirk got to be a regular. Not because he was gay but he
liked me and several of the other guys. No one threaten him, and he
felt relaxed around us. He would be on his best behavior. Then, too, he
knew I wouldn’t tolerate mean spirited people. Sure enough, that Friday
afternoon in walks big Dirk looking meaner that a weeks old pile of cat
shit.
“Wolf, I
wanna' talk to you!” He bought two beers.
“Over
here!” he ordered.
He motioned to a
table in the back. My friends were watching in horror not knowing what
was about to transpire. Neither did I for that matter. Dirk slammed my
beer down on the table and flopped in a chair on the other side. I sat
down and thanked him for the beer. He grunted. We sat there for the
longest time. He'd glance at me, take a pull of his beer then look
away; look at me again then drink some more. Finally he barked at me,
'You're supposed
to be a damn therapist say something.' I waited for a minute stretched
out my legs, slowly turned to him, looked him dead in the eyes and said,
'Dirk! You're a
Goddamned fool.' My friends
gasped. You could’ve heard a mouse hiccup. He looked away, then
turned back to me slowly, raised one eyebrow, and gave me a look that
choked off my oxygen supply. I thought to myself, ‘Wolf, you’re a dead
man.’ I truly thought I was gonna' die, that minute, right there, in a
lousy gay bar. He kept looking at me. I didn’t divert my eyes from him
and wasn’t about to show him fear. His look slowly changed. His
eyes started watering and the next thing I knew I was holding a huge,
bear of a man blubbering his butt off about Allen hating him.
'I'm leaving;
I'm afraid I'll kill him, and I love him so much. I don't want to live
without him. What am I gonna’ do Master Wolf. Goddamn it, I don’t
treat him right. He don’t ask anything of me but my love.'
On and on and on...'You're right, Master Wolf, I’m the biggest
Goddamn fool that walks this Earth! I own that title! Oh,
God, help me, Wolf. I've lost the most precious thing I ever had
in my life.'
'Seems to me
you're telling the wrong man, Dirk.' I told him.
'I can't find
Allen. I've looked everywhere.'
'He's been with
me at work every day this week.'
'I didn't think
he'd go to work. I thought he’d figure that was the first place
I’d look for him.'
'Yeah,— that’s
what he figured, too,— you wouldn’t look for him there. He loves you
Dirk and you love him what's the big problem?'
'It's hard for
me to think of myself as gay!'
'Then
don't, think of yourself as a straight man having unusual sex.'
I told Dirk I
would help him, but he had to agree to my rules and the slightest
infraction would cancel our agreement. He would be on his own. He gave
me his word. In fact, I drew up a contract between us. We both signed
it and I gave him a copy. I spelled it out in writing what the
rules were so he couldn’t fudge. I wasn’t too worried, I knew
Dirk to be a man of his word. His dad beat it into him as a young boy
and Dirk, ate, drank, and slept for the honor of his word; still
does. If Dirk gives you his work you can bank it.
He agreed to see
me for an hour, two times a week, after my work day and Allen was sent
home. I wouldn't allow them to see each other for a month. I had many
sessions with Dirk that ran four to six hours of intense therapy. He
began to slowly change. Really change, not just playing at it. He
wanted to change because he wanted Allen and was willing to make the
effort to pay the price to get Allen back. One of their major problems
was, every now and then, Dirk had to prove to himself he was still a
man.
He would go out
and pick up a hooker and fuck her. He wouldn't take her home, but Allen
knew and would be devastated. Allen wouldn’t bitch at Dirk, he
would just go into a depressed funk and wouldn’t let Dirk touch him for
days. Allen couldn’t talk to him about it. He felt helpless to
change him so why ask him to. Allen would feel insecure, he
was going to lose Dirk to a woman. It happens every day in gay life.
And Allen dearly loved to ride the 'wild stallion,' as he calls Dirk's
dong.
Allen moved in
with me and Zane. Zane was born with both sex organs. A true
intersexual whose family assigned him to be a female. The doctors did
away with the male organs all together. Zane knew from an early age he
was more male than female and refused to take the female hormone
therapy at puberty. He didn't want to be a woman. He ended up being a
gay man with a cunt. The kid gave the word "conundrum" new dimensions.
He’s a fairly well adjusted person despite what he’s been through in
life. I don’t know if I would be as well adjusted given the same
set of circumstances. He’s been a lot happier since he saved my
life running from my horrors of Nam. I hope I’ve helped him by my
devotion to him.”
“How can you
even doubt? Zane worships you, Wolf.” spoke up Earl D., “If
anyone save another’s life, you saved each other’s. There’s not a
slave who rides with our family more devoted to their Master than Zane
is to you.”
“Thanks, Earl, I
appreciate that. I was originally told he’d had a sexual
reassignment and found a sympathetic doctor who supplied him with male
hormones. He developed his body to the inth degree. He was competition
body building material when I met him. Still is in pretty damn
good shape. I fell very much in love with him and he became my
slave. About a year after we were together, he felt so bad he lied to
me about himself, he braved the possibility of losing me to tell me the
truth. I was somewhat taken aback, but it didn't change my love for
him. Hell, I’d been bisexual all my life and I had the best
of both worlds in Zane. I wasn’t about to give him up. After a couple
of months intensive therapy with big Dirk, I finally allowed Allen and
him to date. They could have one Saturday night date twice a month. He
had to call Allen at my place and ask him for a date just like they
were starting all over again. Of course Allen counted the days. I
didn't care where they went or what they did as long as Dirk returned
Allen by eleven o’clock. He faithfully followed my rules. He even
started calling me Daddy Wolf. Can you imagine, that big son of a
bitch calling me dad? What a hoot.” We all laughed.
“Dirk continued
to improve and I raised their dating to every weekend. Allen couldn't
wait for Saturday night. Dirk got more mellow but still seemed to have
a hang up with wanting to fuck a cunt. I was also counseling Allen all
this time and he wanted to know if I might consider approving him for
reassignment surgery so he could have a cunt like Zane's. He and Zane
became very close and they shared everything. They still do.
About the same
time Dirk was talking to me about Allen becoming his slave there was a
slave training class starting in the fall and he wanted Allen to take
it. He was changing, why shouldn't Allen make an effort. He was right.
I talked to Allen and while he wasn’t wild about the idea he would
agree to anything for Dirk. So I began to allow Allen and Dirk to spend
weekends together. Still, Dirk had to have Allen back to my place by
eleven o’clock Sunday evenings. He never failed. Started calling me
Warden Wolf.” we laughed.
“He was feeling
stronger, better about himself and falling twice as much in love with
Allen than ever before. Allen worshiped the ground Dirk walked on. Time
went by and Allen entered slave training and signed a contract with
Dirk. I approved reassignment surgery for Allen with no hormone therapy
and it was done. The operation was more successful than anyone imagined
and Dirk was in heaven. Allen leads him around like a big bull with a
ring through its nose. Everyone in the family fell in love with them.
Dirk has never
again laid a hand on Allen in anger. He punishes Allen from time to
time. He just withholds the ‘Wild Stallion’ for a week or more
and it brings Allen to his knees. Their’s has become a model of
Master/slave relationships. Dirk won’t allow anyone to abuse their
slave in front of him. He quietly suggests they may want to
reconsider.” he laughed, “Yeah, reconsider or die. He won’t let
anyone outside the family use fowl language in front of his Little
Darlin.' I still have weekly sessions with Dirk and Allen. I don’t
think they really need them now, but they say they feel more
comfortable meeting with me so we do.”
“That’s a
remarkable story, Master Wolf. Thanks for sharing it with us. Do
you feel you might be betraying Patient /Doctor confidentiality
?” Master Bert questioned.
“If I was a
certified physician, yes. Even though I’m not I maintain a high
level of privacy for all my patients. In this case, Dirk and Allen have
ask me to tell their story any number of times at private gatherings
with the family so I doubt if you mentioned it to them they would be
the least upset. We can ask them if you like?”
“Oh, no! I
didn’t mean to question your judgement. I just wondered how you felt.
You’ve answered my question eloquently, Sir. Thank you. I apologize if
my question was too bold. I meant no disrespect.”
“None taken,
Master Bert. Besides we’re all family and it doesn’t hurt to know
about your family. It can only make you love them more to know
they have overcome adversity.”
“Amen to that.”
said Master Earl. “Master Wolf helped me a great deal recovering
from Wes’s death. I’ll always be grateful to him. He has a
way of getting to the heart of your problem and helping put it in
perspective. God know’s, the man’s seen enough loss and sorrow in
his own life he certainly is qualified to help with grief counseling.”
We were rejoined
by the pool players and Dirk asked what we were talking about.
Master Wolf told him he was telling the story of Ms. Allen’s bad ass
boy, Dirk. Dirk laughed.
“I hope you left
out the bad ass part. I ain’t to proud of that, Daddy Wolf.”
“Well, you
should be proud you’ve become someone else, Dirk.” Master Wolf
patted him on the back. We all agreed.
The big bear of
a man who was about to lead me away on my leash was not the man Master
Wolf described. He was a complete man who was beginning to bloom in
life as a good, strong hearted, loving human being. Big, bad ass Dirk
became the essence of what any creator should hope their child to
become. A loving, caring, giving person. A greater reflection on the
Master who created him and a star in Master Wolf’s crown for showing
him the right direction in which to walk. * * * * * * *
Master Dirk and
I return to the scene of Friday night’s crime and I asked him lay on
his back with his big hairy legs on my shoulders. I will spare the
gentler readers this indulgence because it was something only two
people should share in the privacy of their consensual bedroom.
Needless to say I opened new doors for the big man. Master Dirk and
I bonded as Master/slave friends for life. Nothing will ever
break that bond asunder. For those of you who have stronger stomachs
for such and are not put off by some of the finer, more
developed, points of man sex may use your imagination when I ask
you if an R.C. Cola and a big Moon Pie means anything to you?
Once again
Master Dirk reminded me of his generous offer if I could counsel his
slave into performing the same service for him. Two weekends later, at
Master Zack’s, in the desert, in front of the Dungeon Master, big Dirk
handed Master Earl two brand new, crisp, one hundred dollar bills.
“What’s that
for?” The Dungeon Master asked for both him and Master Earl’s
curiosity.
“It’s for your
handsome and worthy slave, for services rendered. He’ll know what it’s
for. The big bear of a man had the silliest grin on his face as he
walked away with the happy swagger of a very contented Master.
End of Chapter
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