Evenings when I
go to sleep, Fourteen Angels
watch do keep, Two are standing
at my head, At my feet two
softly tread, Two stand on my
right side, Two upon my left
bide, Two who cozy
make me, Two from sleep
awake me, Two who guide my
steps aright, And lead me on
towards heaven’s light.
Children’s
prayer from the operatic masterpiece “Hansel and
Gretel” by Englebert Humperdink
Part I ~ Doctor,
Lawyer, Indian Chief
For all
practical purposes Chief was moved in with us. He decided his
weekend with me could just as well be in his room on Mt. Washington as
it could his old apartment. His heart was on the mountain anyway.
He belonged on the mountain with his family.
The Dungeon
Master and I made a couple of trips in the evenings with Master Jeb’s
old pickup truck to help him. Chief had a fairly new Ford 3/4 ton
Ranger pickemuptruck. Even Dad Jake helped us one afternoon and
had a ball. He sat and drank beer with us afterward until eight
o’clock. I phoned his wife, to tell her he was all right, and was
with us. We were catching up, talking and having a beer. We’d send him
along in a little bit. She recognized my voice and was glad to hear
from me. She wanted to know how I was doing. I told her fine, we
kidnaped her husband and were enjoying seeing him again. She was
gracious and seemed to be grateful I called. Dad thanked me later, she
was so touched we thought enough to call, she wasn’t the least upset
with him.
It was Chief’s
week. Everything was going his way. He was happier than a clam in deep
water. To top the week off he went by the Harley shop to ask Dirk’s
advice about his bike and saw a brand new Harley Superglide like the
one Master Wolf bought. Dirk called Chief the next day and made
him a deal he couldn’t refuse. He’d sell Chief the Harley at dealer
cost if they got the Norton as trade in. Chief jumped for it. Chief had
savings he hadn’t touched for years and could write a check for the
bike. He didn’t. He went to the bank and got cash. He
carried it around in his pocket all afternoon at work. He made the
Dungeon Master and I promise we’d go with him to pick it up. He wanted
Master Jeb to go, too, but he wasn't feeling all that well. It was
Thursday afternoon and Sam let Chief off a little early to go get his
new bike. Chief didn't ask to get off early, Sam brotherly kicked his
ass out the door.
“Go, get your
new toy!” Sam barked at him as he put his arm around Chief’s shoulder
and patted him on the back. Chief took the Norton to trade and
Big Jim and I rode on Big Jim’s Harley with him. We got there
about four o’clock; however, after signing papers, money changing
hands, titles to bikes taken care of we weren’t out of there ‘til six.
Dirk was happy
for Chief and showed him everything about the bike. It was a
handsome machine and Chief looked equally as handsome riding it. We
headed out of the place and went south on Brand Boulevard into Atwater.
To celebrate, Chief invited us to dinner at his favorite Mexican
Restaurant, Casita Del Campo. The restaurant opened in the middle
sixties. Chief knew the owners and most of the waitresses. He
tipped well and always got the best service. Word gets around
among the waitresses, who tips and who doesn’t. I’d been
there several times but Big Jim never had.
We pulled into
the parking lot and two men dressed in leather were arriving at the
same time on a Harley. In the lot leaning against his bike was my
Master. He saw Chief’s new bike and gave him the okay, thumbs up sign
and was smiling ear to ear. Chief hadn’t said anything but called
Master Earl from home before we left asking if he could join us for
dinner in celebration of his new bike. Master Earl knew the two men who
pulled up at the same time and was shaking hands with them as we pulled
up. They were good friends of Chief’s as well but he hadn’t invited
them. It was coincidence they were coming to dinner, too. Everyone was
complementing and raving about Chief’s new bike, telling him how good
he looked riding it. He invited the two men to join us.
The Master’s
name was Alex Hanson and his slave’s name was Glenn. Alex was a
well built, smaller man with an attitude twice his size. Alex had
a corresponding heart to go along with the size of his attitude. He was
a cocky little motherfucker but lovable. He would talk on an equal
basis with Master or slave and enjoyed everyone’s company. He neither
talked down to his slave nor humiliated him in public. He
demanded manners and thoughtfulness from his slave and got it. His
slave Glenn was a bit fey but a fine looking young man. Chief
introduced us as his new house mates.
“Alex,— Glenn,—
this is Master Jim and his slave, Beau.”
“Master Jim,—
Alex Hanson.” Alex stuck out his hand to shake Big Jim’s.
“Pleasure to
meet you, Alex.” Big Jim shook his hand.
“Pleasure’s
mine, Sir. I looove big people.” He said genuinely. Alex grabbed me and
hugged me, unexpectedly, but what the Hell, I went along with it. Glenn
and I shook hands.
“You know Master
Earl, Chief?” Alex asked.
“Yes, Alex, I
invited him to join us. He’s a good friend of mine.” Master
Earl smiled in agreement.
“Won’t you
gentlemen join us. My treat all ‘round. I rarely celebrate but I have
lots to be thankful for and I feel like sharing with those I love.”
“We’d be
delighted to join you, Chief.” Replied Alex. Alex couldn’t get
over Big Jim. He kept looking at him, trying not to be obvious. The
harder he tried the more obvious he became. He was so impressed with
his size I thought he was going to embarrass Big Jim. Suddenly, he
stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Big Jim and said in the most
sincere tone of voice.
“I’m so sorry,
Sir. Please forgive me. I only meant to compliment you on your size.
I’m small. I’ve had to deal with small jokes all my life and it’s
not pleasant. You’re on the opposite end and you have to have deep
feelings, too. Please forgive me.” Alex won Big Jm’s heart in that
instant.
“Young man
there’s only two people in my life whose ever been sensitive enough to
understand that. The first was a childhood friend who later became my
lover who knew me like his own soul. You are the second. Of course I
forgive you, Son.” He hugged Alex and they were friends.
“You’re a
fortunate slave to have this man for a Master.” Alex said humbly to me.
“I count my
blessings everyday, Master Alex. He’s as good as he is big. He has a
heart to match his body.” “Indeed, he
does, Alex.” agreed Master Earl. Alex was bright. He picked up on every
thing. Nothing went over his head. He could contribute something
intelligent to almost any topic we talked about. His slave, Glenn, on
the other hand, was somewhat shy and retiring but would respond
intelligently if spoken to directly. He seemed to have good
manners. They made delightful dinner companions.
Alex noticed
Chief referring to Big Jim as Master Jim and then Dungeon Master.
Then a couple of times I jokingly called him Master Ox. He heard Master
Earl refer to Big Jim as the Dungeon Master and was fascinated by the
title. “Slave Beau,—
how many names do you and Chief have for your Master?” I laughed
and reminded him of affectionate nicknames people give others as a sign
of respect and love. He nodded his understanding.
“I call him
Master Ox because he’s hung like Paul Bunyan’s big blue ox.” I
whispered to Alex in his ear. He started laughing so hard we worried he
was going choke on his food.
We had a
wonderful dinner. As we finished and began to leave Alex mentioned to
us this coming Sunday he was going to be in a Mr. Leather contest at
Jim’s Corral in Long Beach. Could we come and root for him? He would
love for us to come down see him and Glenn. Chief didn’t elaborate. He
told Alex he was having a house guest for the weekend but if he could
get away and bring him he might. Not to count on him but he would
try. As Alex shook Big Jim’s hand he looked directly in his eyes.
“I would be most
honored and proud, Sir, if you and your slave could come down.” To my
surprise Big Jim replied,
“We’ll try, Son.
No promises, but if possible, we’ll be there.”
You could have
knocked me down. I didn’t expect that from Big Jim. I never knew he
went to a gay bar. I found out there were a lot of things I
didn’t know about Big Jim. Alex shook Master Earl’s hand and
invited him to come to Long Beach as well,
“Earl D., old
friend, we don’t get to see enough of you. We would be honored and
thrilled if you could join us as well. Come down with these
wonderful men. Make an afternoon of it.” Master Earl told him he
would try.
Friday night
came and I cleaned up looking forward to the weekend with Chief. He got
home from work around five, was cleaned up and looking sharp by six. He
told me to put on my leathers we were going for a ride. He was very
mysterious with all of us and wouldn’t tell Big Jim where we were
going. He confided in Master Jeb and asked him not to tell until we
were gone. We rode into Hollywood and straight down Hollywood Blvd.
past Vine a couple of blocks. We stopped in front of an old looking
Italian Restaurant. Chief told me to watch the bike; he would be
right back. He returned with a small wooden basket with two handles and
handed it to me to carry. Off we went. Chief headed west on
Hollywood Blvd. and turned right on Highland. We rode about a quarter
of a mile and Chief signaled to turn left into the tall trees with a
large parking area.
We pulled into a
bike parking area that had a security guard watching the bikes.
We were the third or fourth bike there. The man asked Chief for a
parking/bike check ticket and he pulled one out of the pocket of his
leather jacket. The man tore it in two and gave Chief the other
half. The man then tied the other half to the handle bars of
Chief’s new Harley. Then he wrote the license number, make and
model of the bike on a pad attached to a clipboard.
We walked to an
entryway where people were going and Chief produced two tickets. He
handed them to the man at the entrance. He directed Chief. We
walked up a flight of steps, got to the top and, my God, it was the
Hollywood Bowl. I’d never been to the bowl before. We went
all the way down front. Chief bought box seat tickets, front row
center, for the night’s performance. I was awestruck, not because
of the grandeur and history of the place but by Chief’s thoughtfulness.
He knew I would enjoy something like this. He opened the basket
and in it was a small table cloth, napkins, plastic forks and knives,
two plastic wine glasses and a bottle of Cabernet. There was a small
antipasto, which was more than enough for two, a wonderful Lasagna and
a side of spaghetti with meat sauce. A feast at our own table at the
Hollywood Bowl. What an unexpected treat. Romantic to the max. They
even included a corkscrew for the wine.
We got sat up
and Chief poured the wine. People were arriving all around us and doing
the same. Some brought theirs from home and had elegant settings. Ours
was best. Because it was from the heart. It couldn’t have been
more special. It was a perfect, warm summer’s night. We ate and
talked quietly. I was so impressed with what Chief had done I told him
no one had ever done something this nice for me since I’d been in
L.A. We finished our meal and cleaned up the box with only our
wine glasses left. We finished the bottle of wine during the concert.
What a joy. It was a magical evening.
I asked Chief
what he had planned for tomorrow and he told me it was a surprise, too.
After the concert we were on the bike and off. No waiting in long
traffic lines. He gave the man our ticket, he matched it with the one
on the bike and we were gone. We rode down Santa Monica Boulevard
East to Vine, parked in an underground parking structure and took an
elevator to the 'Top Of the Mark.' A Bar and restaurant that revolved
360 degrees every hour to see all the lights and views of Hollywood and
Los Angeles. On a clear night they say you can see all the way to
Catalina.
We had an after
dinner drink at a small table for two. We sat for a couple of rotations
of the room and left. A perfect ending to a wonderful evening. We
rode back to Mt. Washington and my heart was as full as my belly. I
never had such a wonderful night. God willing and the creek don’t
rise I was going to have the extra treat of making love to this warm,
thoughtful, giving human being. My brother the red man, the man I
owed my life to. Who would've thought all these years later I would be
laying in his arms tonight.
"Thank you,
Wes." I whispered under my breath as we climbed the hill to the house.
A little will of the wisp blue light shot in front of the bike and
danced around us like it was trying to say, 'I heard you, I heard you.'
Chief pointed it out as we drove into the drive.
“Wes?” He asked
me.
“Yes.” I said.
“I just thanked him for bringing us together and he’s letting me know
he heard.” I broke into tears and Chief held me until I was okay.
“I’m sorry Chief. After a magic evening, I didn’t mean to put a
damper on it.”
“You didn’t. It
was a perfect touch for the evening to have Wes’s blessing. Those
were as much tears of joy as they were sorrow.” He was right, I
had to admit, they were tears of joy. We went in and ‘Mom and Pop’ were
waiting up for us. We were glad to see them. Master Jeb laughed
at me.
“I don’t think
his boots have touched the floor yet.” Jeb told the Dungeon Master.
“How was it,
Little Beaver?” The Dungeon Master questioned.
“Now I know how
Cinderella must have felt.” They laughed at me but Chief knew I
was serious. It was totally unexpected. I launched into a minute by
minute account plus descriptions of the music played. They looked
bored. I told them not to worry it would all be in my journal.
They laughed. We went up to Chief’s new, big room with windows on two
sides. It was the biggest bedroom on the upstairs floor with it’s own
bath. He had spent every night fixing it up. He was going to have his
own phone put in. Chief seemed happier than I’d ever seen him.
There came a knock at the door and a deep voice said,
“Room service
for Mr. Redfeather.” He opened the door and there was Big Jim
with a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket and two glasses with a
card. He sat it on the small table in the room. Chief ask me,
jokingly, if he should tip him.
“On the house,
gentlemen.” The Dungeon Master laughed, turned and left, closing
the door behind him. Chief looked at me and shrugged his
shoulders. He hadn’t planned this. He read the card and tears
came to his eyes as he handed it to me. The card read: 'We’re glad to
have you with us, Chief, as a member of our family. We’re
blessed to have two such fine young men share our home and our
lives. With love, Jeb & Jim.' What a nice sentiment. We had
to hold each other for a minute.
“I won’t cry.” I
told him.
“Why the Hell
not, I am.” he laughed. We both laughed. We enjoyed
the wine and spent a wonderful evening making love. We had the most
wonderful unhurried sex. I didn’t have much time to spend with Chief
since I met him due to my training schedule but he was always there
with a good word and his support. This was quality time with my hero
and we both drank each other up like sponges. Of all the sexual
partners I’ve ever had, Chief could make the most tender yet strongly
masculine love to me anyone ever has. There was no one else to compare
him with. He was unique. Sex to him was getting what he needed but his
strength was to provide his partner with the spirit of knowing what
they brought to the feast was greatly appreciated. He had no intention
of sharing equally but to receive as much in giving as he received in
the taking. When Chief drained me it was total. He drained me from my
body and my soul. I have never spent a more magic night than that
evening in his arms. I told him I envied the slave who would one day
call him Master. I would know the love they were getting, be
happy for them, but reserve a little envy for myself. He laughed and
kissed me again. God, he was a lover. That evening we bonded as
brothers forever. He whispered the words as we lay there spent,
“I thank you,
too, Wes.”
Through the open
window the tiny blue light appeared circled his head three time and
bussed him on the cheek and was gone. We both laughed. That night I had
another visit from Wes. It was in a dream. He told me we had to go to
the bar Sunday afternoon to meet Alex. If we didn’t, a good man
was going to die. He included Big Jim and Master Earl.
The next morning
I was quiet at breakfast. It was unusual for me not to join in
the conversation. I picked at my food, I usually couldn’t get down fast
enough. Everyone else got quiet, too. I didn’t notice until I
looked up and they were looking at me with concern, sort of like your
mother just before she got out the rectal thermometer. Master Jeb had
seen this mood before and it rang a bell with him.
“Wes told you
something last night, and it wasn’t good.”
I swear that old
man could read my mind but only because I knew he loved me enough to
try. I nodded my head affirmative.
“He told me it
was very important the three of us and Master Earl attend the function
at that bar in Long Beach Sunday or a good man will be killed. We
are to rescue him, help him, and keep him hidden. But it was in a
dream, not like he usually comes to me.”
“We saw him
twice last night.” added Chief.
“Then his spirit
is agitated and wants you four to intervene.” said Master Jeb.
“You woke me
talking to someone last night, Beau.” Chief said. “All I could make out
was, ‘how will we recognize him?’”
“Wes told me we
would know when “it” starts. Whatever “it” means.”
“Then you must
go.” said Master Jeb. Whether it comes true or not. If there’s even a
chance you men’s presence might prevent a death you must go.”
“I agree with
Jeb.” said the Dungeon Master.
“Then we go!”
said Chief.
“I’m sorry,
Masters, but I feel strongly about this. Wes even showed me what he
looks like. I’ll recognize him when I see him.”
“Don’t be sorry,
Son.” said Master Jeb. “These men believe you and so do I. We know you
wouldn’t lie to us, especially about anything so serious”
“Absolutely,
bro.” spoke Chief. “I have something for us to do today and we need to
get ready and go shortly or we’ll be late. We’ll be gone for the
evening, gentlemen, but we’ll return tomorrow morning. Plenty of time
to pick you up Dungeon Master and ride together.
“Should we bike
it or take a truck?” asked Big Jim.
“We should take
Chief’s truck, but we have to wear our leathers and look as mean as
possible. I’m not to wear my slave collar for some reason. I’m
sorry.”
“Beau, we trust
you, now stop that. That’s an order, Son!”
“Yes, Dungeon
Master.”
“We need to put
the shell on Chief’s truck and put something comfortable to lay on in
the back like the big foam pad rolled up under the stage in the
auditorium.” I continued.
“How did you
know about the truck shell? It’s at work and you never,— oh, never
mind.” interjected Chief.
“How’d he know
about the foam? I put that under there six months ago and I know no
one’s been under there. I have the only key.” stated the Dungeon
Master, shrugging his shoulders at Chief.
“Okay, guys,
lets do it.” said Chief. He got on the phone to Master Sam to ask
permission to go in the lot to get his camper shell. Beau and Big Jim
were gonna’ give him a hand. Sam told him it would be fine. He
knew Chief had a set of keys to the yard. Did we need any help? Chief
told him he thought the three of us could handle it.
“We need to get
the camper shell now. Let me make a phone call and tell them we’ll be
about an hour late.”
“Look, I’ll
follow you guys on my bike. We’ll put the shell on and you can go from
there. I’ll just ride back up here. Then we’ll be ready for
tomorrow.”
“Sounds good to
me.” said Chief
“Me, too, Master
Ox, and thanks for believing in me, this will happen.” Chief went to
use the phone to tell whomever, we would be a few minutes late, an
emergency arose and we would explain when we got there. We got the
shell on the camper and waved goodbye to the good Dungeon Master and
went on our way.
“We’re only
going to be about ten minutes late, Beau.” We headed west up Sunset and
turned again at my Master’s turn. Chief looked at me and smiled and
sort of shrugged. “You know, Beau,— he was awfully generous and made me
feel welcome that first night I met him with Dirk and Allen. It’s
the least I can do for the man.”
“I’d hug you
right now it I could, Chief.”
“Wait ‘til we
get out of the truck, okay?” He laughed as he pulled into the carport.
Master Earl came out the kitchen door in all his leathers. He hugged
and kissed Chief on the cheek.
“You didn’t have
to do this, Chief.”
“Are you
kidding, Master Earl, as good as you’ve been to me? You welcome a
stranger into your home and make me feel like a respected member of
your family. I’ll never forget that, Sir.”
“Where’s the new
Harley?” Master Earl asked concerned.
“We’re on a
mission for Wes, Master Earl, we had to bring the truck. We had to go
by work to put the shell on. Beau will tell you about it.” Chief said
as we walked into the house.
I fell to my
knees, kissed each of his boots, found his hand waiting, kissed the
back and heard him say,
“Rise troubled
slave and show your Master love.” I was in his arms in a flash, hugging
and kissing him. He knew from my demeanor, something was wrong.
“Spill, little
one.” Master Earl said to me as he poured us both a cup of
coffee. I told him the upshot of my dream and the things that
came to me this morning.
“You men need me
to go with you or meet you down there? Sometimes flashing a badge can
get cooperation from other cops. They may or may not be
involved.” he stated.
“Aren’t you
afraid of being seen in a gay bar, Master Earl?”
“I use to be,
but after Wes died, I’ve gone to functions every now and then. If it
happens, it happens, but I believe Wes won’t let it happen.” I
hadn’t thought of that, neither had Chief, I could tell.
“You might be of
help then.” replied Chief.
“Am I suppose to
go, Beau?”
“Yes, Sir, you
and Chief ride your bikes down and the Dungeon Master and I will follow
in Chief’s truck. We’re gonna’ have to take him to Yoshie.”
“Let’s do it.
Beryl and Blaine are big friends with Alex. I’ll call them and see if
they’re planning to attend.” said Master Earl. He got on the
phone and got Beryl immediately.
“Hey, good
friend, this is Earl.”
“How’er you,
Son.”
“We’re all fine,
here, Dad,— good! Say,— you guys are good friends with Alex
Hanson, right?”
“Yeah, we got a
call from him this week asking us to join him at a bar in Long Beach.
He’s in some leather man contest and wanted our support. I told
him we’d try, but we decided yesterday afternoon not to go; however, we
had a visit from a little blue light last night. It was very agitated
and upset about something. We went to bed and Blaine had this vivid
dream and woke me sitting up in bed talking to someone; only,— no one
was there. Blaine told me he saw us, you, Big Jim, Beau and Chief
in the bar. Blaine tells me we have to go and with all I’ve seen
happen in the last couple months, that’s good enough for this old
man. Is that why you’re calling? Did Beau get a visit, too?”
“Yes, Dad, he
did, same thing,— we have to go. He and Chief are gonna’ shit when I
tell them. I don’t have to, I just saw that knowing smile,— he
knows. The thing starts around four. See you there, Dad.”
“We’ll be there,
Son, see you then.”
Part II ~ The Mc
Innis Clan Posse
Chief planned to
leave and let my Master and I be alone. Master Earl wouldn’t hear
of it. He insisted Chief spend the afternoon and evening with us.
He called Beryl back to asked if they wanted to ride up, stay the
night, and we’d all ride down to Long Beach the next day. They
said it sounded good to them and would be up later.
We talked about
a lot of things but conversation kept drifting back to what was going
down tomorrow. We had no idea. I knew the person, a slave,
who would be important to our family. How, or why, wouldn’t come to me.
Master Earl left Chief and me alone, went to his favorite Italian place
for take out, and got vast quantities of food for everyone’s dinner.
Chief and I heard two Harleys in the lot next to the car port. Beryl
and Blaine arrived. We went out to greet them and they were as
glad to see us as we were to see them. Blaine started crying when he
hugged me.
“Oh, Beau, I saw
and spoke to Wes. He looked great he was so buffed. He told me the name
and I couldn’t think who he was but he was in Nam with us. Will Blake.
Remember little Will who would tag around everywhere with your two
buddies, Windsor and Smith?”
“Yeah, I
remember him. Wes didn’t tell me who he was. Guess he thought
you’d remember him better. I saw the face of a young man about
our age, but now I think about it, you’re right, it was Will Blake’s
face. Wasn’t he in your platoon for a while?”
“Yeah, for a
while, but he was reassigned just before we went on that disastrous
junket. I heard he was shot up pretty bad and got sent home. I think he
was in Cochran’s platoon.” said Blaine
“Did you know
him, Chief?”
“No, I don’t
recall the name. Hell, there were so many kids through there I might
know him. I couldn’t tell you unless I saw him.”
“He must be
pretty important for Wes to round up the troops. Well, there’s
always strength in numbers. You worried about it, Son?” Big Beryl asked
me as he pulled me into him.
“Not worried,
Dad. Perhaps a little apprehensive. If we go down there it turns out
okay, fine. If we do nothing, the kid will die and the queen who
kills him will get off scott-free. Poor Alex will think we’re
coming down there for him. He doesn’t have to know otherwise.”
“Alex is a good
man. You’re right he won’t know we have precognition of something about
to happen.” said Master Earl. “No need to burst his bubble.”
“I’m not to wear
my collar and Wes said to dress as mean as possible. Did you get that
Blaine?”
“Look at us.
Neither of us has trimmed our beards or staches. I always do that for
dad, and he does it for me. We’re wearing bandanas instead of our usual
helmets. We’re wearing more leather that Gloria Vanderbilt. Don’t we
look mean enough?”
“You dummy,— you
just had to ask?” Laughed Big Beryl.
“Well,— Blaine,—
dad looks mean enough, you look more like Gloria Vanderbilt.” Everyone
laughed including Blaine.
Master Earl
returned and we sat down to dinner. Master Earl bought a lot of
food. We thought to save some for Master Jeb and take it to him
tomorrow. The five of us sat in the hot tub, and I recounted my
wonderful Friday night with Chief to my Master, Big Beryl and
Blaine. They were impressed by Chief’s thoughtfulness. We wanted to get
to bed early to be fresh for the next day. “What say we
take brunch over to the Dungeon Master and Master Jeb tomorrow? We can
leave from there. I can stop and pick up food on the way.” said Master
Earl.
“Sounds great to
us.” said Big Beryl. We all agreed. Beryl and Blaine retired to one of
the upstairs bedrooms, and I set clean towels out for them. Chief took
the downstairs bedroom with the attached bath. I stayed with my
Master. We had the most relaxed sex we’d ever had and he seemed
satisfied. He ordered me to go crawl in bed with Chief in case he
should wish to use me. I kissed and hugged him, told him
goodnight, and he was the best of Masters. He patted me on the
butt and sent me on my way. Chief wasn’t asleep. He was so happy to see
me I thought he was going to cry. We made love and it was a peaceful
night's sleep.
We all were up
early the next morning. Master Earl called to give Master Jeb and
the Dungeon Master notice they were about to be invaded by a pillaging
hoard. Their reaction: bring it on. Master Earl told Beryl and
Blaine to go on up to the house we were going to stop by the big
supermarket at the bottom of the hill to buy brunch fixings. We did our
shopping and carried the groceries out to Chief’s truck. Master Earl
followed us up the hill. We parked Chief’s truck on the hill in front
of the big house. We carried the food into the kitchen and I went
through ritual greeting with Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master who
hugged me awfully tight. Chief, Blaine and I got busy with brunch and
the other four Masters had coffee and talked. Master Jeb was wowed by
Blaine’s visitation and agreed this must be something important.
Then it came to
me. Like the clouds parted, and I knew who and what this kid was about
and why? He was indeed important. I got quiet again fixing brunch and
seeing to the Masters at the table. Big Jim was watching me like a hawk
and I was trying not to look at him, because if I did, he would know in
an instant. I wasn’t sure I wanted everyone to know. I got him another
cup of coffee and some more sugar as the bowl was empty. I returned it
to the table, and he grabbed me. He sat me in his big lap and looked me
in the eye. He knew. The other three Masters turned to look.
“Spill!” Was all
he said.
“Am I that
obvious, Master?” I asked weekly.
“I can read you
like your slave journal and so can your Master. He knew, too.” He
winked at Master Earl.
“He’s right,
Beaver.” agreed my Master.
“Okay, I
don’t know whether I’m suppose to tell yet or not.”
“Hell, Son, if
you know something tell, it might make things easier for us.” said Big
Beryl. Master Jeb had a little different opinion.
“This doesn’t
have to do with what’s going down at the bar, does it, Son?”
“No, Sir, it
doesn’t Master Jeb.” He mused for a minute. “Can you generalize?”
“Yes, Sir, it’s
who the kid is, why we have to do this, and what he means to us and the
family.”
“I don’t think
you would have this revelation now if you weren’t meant to share it,
Son.” said Big Beryl, “It would have come later.” That was a point I
hadn’t considered.
“Damn good
point, Dad.” as I jumped in his lap and hugged his neck. “You’re
absolutely right!”
“This man is to
be Master Zack’s new slave, the love of his life.”
Every man at the
table gasp. They became very quiet thinking of the significance and
ramifications.
“What about
Button?” everyone asked
“He’ll stay with
Master Zack and his new slave. They’ll be good to him, he won’t be left
out. Master Zack wouldn’t abandon him, he truly loves Button, but
Button will never be what he needs. Then after about a year, no less,
six to eight months, Sarge will buy Button from Master Zack, and he
will become a houseboy slave to Sarge and Titus. He will be
happier than he’s ever been. They’ll shower him with love, sex, and
attention. Sarge and Titus will spoil him rotten.”
“Nooo!” said Big
Beryl incredulously. “I’d say that was pretty damn important, Son. If
anyone deserves a little happiness it’s Zack, and the slave couldn’t be
getting a finer Master." Here, here’s went all around the room. I
had to agree.
“This is the
happening I saw for Master Zack. I told him his life was going to
improve ten fold very shortly. I couldn’t see everything then, but it
hit me in the kitchen a minute ago.”
“Come to think
of it, did you guys notice the way Sarge doted over Button all
afternoon at Master Earl’s?” asked Chief. “He was all over Titus,
playing with his cock and plug. Titus seemed to be enjoying his
attention as well.”
“I damn sure
noticed.” allowed Blaine.
“Yeah, me too,”
said Master Earl, “I didn’t think anything about it then, but I know
under all that gruff, hard nosed exterior of Sarge’s beats a heart of
tulle.” We all laughed at Master Earl’s somewhat unusual description of
Sarge.
“We’re suppose
to look mean and all wear bandanas so there’s no doubt we’re
together. Dad, you and Blaine were sent for strength of numbers
and you have to plan on staying over tonight here. There’s something
you have to help with tomorrow. I’ll make up one of the beds for you
after brunch.”
We carried our
food outdoors to the picnic table under the huge Avocado tree. It
was a nice warm summer’s morning. We ate, drank and enjoyed each
other. During coffee it hit me,
“Oh God! Did
anybody call Yoshie to make sure he’s gonna’ be on duty at the hospital
this afternoon.”
“I’ll do it
now.” said Master Earl. He returned in a minute and confirmed
Yohsie would be on duty from two ‘til ten this evening. I didn’t think
it would hurt to tell Sam and Yoshie the details, and they have no
doubt we’ll be at the hospital. Sam asked if we needed him. I thanked
him, but told him we have enough troops to clear the damn bar. He said
if we had Jim and Beryl that would be enough.” We all laughed.
I went upstairs
and fixed up the bedroom across from the Dungeon Master’s. Chief and
Blaine gave me a hand. Hell, in this family everyone pitches in. Things
get done. You have fun doing it. Big Jim unrolled the large six by
eight piece of foam and set it in the sun to air. I vacuumed it good
and Chief and I put it on an old blanket Master Jeb gave us to use. He
gave us a couple extra to cover the pad and as a throw if it was cold.
We were set and ready to roll by four o’clock. The Dungeon Master
removed my collar and plug and Big Beryl removed Blaine’s. We all had
bandanas. All colors. But we tied them all the same so there was no
doubt we were together. For some reason, that was important.
I reminded
Master Jeb of the Italian food I left in the fridge for him. All
he had to do was warm it up. He wanted to go with us in the worst
way. He hugged and kissed me for luck.
“You won’t need
it. What you guys are doing is right, you’re saving a life. Wes won’t
let anything happen to you, vaya con Dios, gentlemen. Give my love to
Alex.” We left right at four o’clock. We didn’t want to arrive
too early; fashionably late to make an entrance. I rode in the
truck with the Dungeon Master. We followed Beryl, Blaine, Master Earl
and Chief down the freeway. The off ramp was right near the bar and we
were there in about thirty minutes. Big Jim was in a randy mood, but he
was serious about what we had to do. We had designated him to
grab the kid and let us do the rest.
We got there and
paid the entry charge for a charity of some kind. Alex and Glenn
saw us walk in and Alex lit up like a Christmas tree. He had to buy us
all a drink and sent Glenn and I to get them. Glenn paid and I helped
him bring them back to our group. Beryl and Blaine had a beer. Master
Earl and Chief had a Coke. The Dungeon Master and I had Calastoga
Waters. I wanted to be sharp, and I think the other guys did,
too. Beryl and Blaine were more use to drinking than we were. The
afternoon progressed and Alex couldn’t thank us enough for
coming. He complemented us on our leathers and bandanas.
“You guys look
mean but hot. Every queen here is pissing their pants.” We all
laughed.
“Dungeon Master”
He spoke to Big Jim, “I am so proud and honored you and your slave came
today and Master Earl what can I say but 'thank you,' Sir.” They
patted him on the back and put an arm around him. He was in
heaven.
Blaine and I
kept looking. We didn’t have to wait long. Will and his Master were
checking in at the door. Blaine recognized him first. I pointed
him out to Chief, but he still didn’t recognize him. We carefully
pointed him out to our group. His Master walked by us. Alex knew
him and introduced him as Brad. I shook his hand, and got a
feeling he was a self-centered, mean spirited little bastard. He
wouldn’t introduce his slave. To our group’s delight, I pushed.
“And who is this
fine looking slave with you, Brad?”
“Oh, him, he’s
nobody, he’s just one of my slaves.” He wasn’t going to introduce me. I
was determined to do a run around the end zone. I pushed the
self-important queen out of the way and stuck my hand out to his slave.
He took my hand,
“Hello, Blake,
long time no see. Remember me, ‘Ber’Rabbit’?”
“Beau?
Beau James! It is you!” He looked at me and a big smile came over
him. He threw his arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Attention,
Corporal Blake!” He turned and saw Blaine.
“Lieutenant
Kelley? Oh, my God!” He jumped into Blaine’s arms, hugged and kissed
him, too.
“Master Brad,
these guys are the men I told you about in Nam with me, Sir.”
“Did I give you
permission to speak to them, slave?” The asshole barked at him.
“Well, no, Sir,
but Master...”
“I ASKED YOU A
QUESTION, SLAVE! I didn’t give THEM permission to speak to
you, and I didn’t give YOU permission to speak to them! DID I
SLAVE?” Will lowered his head, tears ran down his handsome face,
and he answered meekly.
“No, Sir. I’m
sorry, Sir.”
“You’re sorry
about a lot of things, slave. You’re a sorry slave. I’ll take care of
you later. Come on.”
“For God’s sake,
you asshole, he was my friend in Nam and this man was his
commanding officer. I didn’t fight over there and shed my
blood to come back, and allow some phoney little two bit leather
fairy tell me whether I can talk to my friend or not. You gotta’ lot to
learn, fuckhead, but not on my time.”
“Obviously YOU
know nothing about Master/slave relationships. Allow me to tell you
about the facts of life you missed, you dime store, imitation,
scooter trash. This is a man’s bar where most of the men own slaves.
He’s my slave and you better fucking learn to respect that if you know
what’s good for you. He gave up non-essentials like you when he
became my slave. He doesn’t need you for a friend, and I sure as Hell
don’t. If you don’t like it, find yourself a fluffy sweater bar
where you belong. Leave us men alone!”
“Men? Where?” I
shot back. “Surely you can't be talking about yourself?" I laughed,
"All that leather you have on don’t make you a man, you piss-ant.
I could kick your faggot ass with one hand tied behind me. Why,
you nelly, little piece of shit, you give the term ‘Puss in Boots’ new
dimensions! ”
Everyone broke
up on that one, and he knew he’d been bested. Brad turned on his heel
like a pissed queen with his nose in the air and stomped off. To add
insult to injury, everyone laughed at him. Will turned and had an
apologetic look on his face. I waved and Blaine blew him a kiss.
Big Beryl was laughing his ass off.
“Woah, fuck,
Beau, darlin,’ that tongue of yours should be registered as a
lethal weapon, I’m sure you drew blood. She looked just like that
witch after Dorothy threw the bucket of water on her; one pissed off
lady.”
Beryl was really
enjoying Brad’s discomfort. Our whole group was laughing heartily.
Everyone around us was laughing at Big Beryl. I loved that old
man. He just shook his head still laughing muttering, “Doesn’t know
anything about Master/slave relationships my ass!” Then he’d laugh some
more.
Alex apologized
for his friend and said he was a temperamental guy. Alex went to talk
to him. He’d been rude to his friends. Alex was not amused. Glenn
tagged along. Big Beryl broke us all up again,
“Fuck! Let’s
just kidnap the little shit and get out of here. That queen
doesn’t know what he’s got nor does he care to find out. He’s a user.”
We all laughed nervously. Everyone around was patting me on the
back saying,
“Way to go,
Tiger. Way to tell that prissy queen off.”
“Let’s move
closer to their group.” said Master Earl. We moved closer to them
within earshot. The queen raised his voice so everyone could hear what
a strong, in control Master he was.
“I don’t give a
shit who your asshole friends are, Alex. They don’t fuck with my
slave without my permission.” He yelled at Alex. Everyone in our group
patted me on the back and said,
“Well done,
Beau. Way to go.”
I wasn’t sure
I’d done the right thing. The afternoon wore on and the contest began.
It was strange. Rather than have judges, the winner was the man
who got the loudest reaction from the crowd. We were a party of six,
loud men. The crowd joined in our loudness because we were so
enthusiastic for Alex to win. We yelled, whistled, stomped,
applauded for Alex and he won. He was thrilled and we were
complementing him on how well he’d done.
“You men know as
well as I do I wouldn’t have won if you hadn’t come to cheer for me.”
I’m really grateful. He bought us another round of drinks. Blaine and
Glenn went to retrieve them. One of Brad’s friends entered the contest
and even though his little group yelled and screamed for him they were
no match for our clique. Besides, the crowd heard the earlier encounter
and were with us to see Alex beat Brad’s friend. Brad was not pleased.
Alex stood with us after he won the contest and all sorts of old
friends came around to wish him congratulations. Some, he said, hadn’t
spoken to him in years. He said they were trying like Hell to wrangle
introductions to us. We laughed and put our arms around him. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Brad giving Will money to buy beers for him and
his friends. I leaned to the Dungeon Master and spoke,
“Brad is sending
him for beers. You have to go in and tell Will something while he’s
inside the bar.”
“What’ll I tell
him, Beau?”
“What you have
to tell him will come to you, I promise.” Big Jim shrugged like, ‘I
believe you’ and walked into the bar to wait for Will. When Will
walked into the bar Big Jim approached him, “Beau sent me to talk to
you a minute, Son. Come over here out of the crowd.”
“But, Sir. My
Master...”
“Fuck your
Master, Son. He’s not a real Master, but I am. Now listen
to me, this is more important.” He picked up Will and carried him
to the corner. Big Jim sat him on a beer crate high enough to look him
directly in the eyes.
“Listen to me,
Son,— listen very carefully. I mean you no harm, I won’t hurt
you, I’m here to help you. If I should ask you a question this
afternoon under stressful conditions you must answer loudly,
“Yes, Master, I
do! Got that?” Will nodded he understood.
“Trust me, Son,—
it may save your life to say those words. Do you understand me?”
“I think so,
Sir, but...”
“No buts, Son,—
this is important! If you want to live you’ll do exactly as I say!”
“Now, go
on with you and remember,— I’m the good guy.” He patted him on
the butt and sent him on his way. Will turned, paused for a
moment, then ran back to Big Jim’s arms and hugged him.
“For some
reason, I trust you, Sir. A voice in my head just told me to obey this
man, listen to him. I will obey, Master. Thank you, Sir.”
“Good for you,
Son.” Big Jim kissed him gently. The Dungeon Master returned to
Beau and stood there for a minute.
“I don’t know
why I said what I said but...”
“Did you tell
him to say ‘Yes, Master, I do!’?” Big Jim’s knees almost went out, and
he sat down on a nearby bar stool.
“Damn, Beau, how
do you do that?”
“It came to me
the minute you walked off, but I knew Wes would tell you the right
thing to tell him.”
“That’s exactly
what I told him.” Brad and his four buddies had quite a lot to drink. I
was counting. Will returned with the drink order and passed the beers
around.
“Did you get the
matches for my cigar, slave?”
“I forgot,
Sir, I’ll go right now and get them, Sir.”
“Fuck you, you
worthless piece of shit. On your knees, slave.” Will knelt before Brad
and lowered his eyes. Brad handed his beer to his buddy and brought his
knee up as hard as he could into Will’s chest. I heard Will’s ribs
crack from the force of the impact. It knocked all the air out of
Will’s lungs and he fell over crying.
“Please, Master,
I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again. Please have mercy, Master.”
Brad used his
big heavy steel toed boots and started kicking Will in the ribs, his
groin, and his head. Will tried to protect himself by rolling up into a
fetal position. His attempt to protect himself only enraged Brad more.
“NOW!” I
yelled to Chief and Blaine. I put my heavy boot squarely in Brad’s back
and shoved him into his buddies. Two fell down and the other two moved
out of the way. I saw the Dungeon Master go for Will. He scooped him up
in his arms to get him out of harms way and comfort him.
“Let’s see how
you like some of that abuse you fucking queen.”
The worst thing
you can do is call a self important leather fairy a 'queen.' Brad saw
red, which is exactly what I wanted, because when they’re mad they
can’t coordinate. He yelled at me.
“Nobody does
that to Brad Parker and gets away with it.”
“Bring it on you
two bit cocksucker. I’ll rip your Goddamned head off and shit down your
neck.”
Were did that
come from? Hell, I almost scared myself. Brad rushed at me and took a
huge haymaker of a swing. I was collected and ducked. I went straight
for his nose and broke it. I heard it crunch when I hit him. His
buddies collected themselves, set their beers down, and moved together
like they were getting ready to back Brad up. Chief and Blaine moved in
behind me. Master Earl and Big Beryl were on the other side of them.
“If you
gentlemen are looking to get you ass’s kicked, bring it on. We’ll
take ya’.” said Master Earl in his best Officer Masters commanding
voice. “Just remember when we put you down, you’ll stay down.” he
shivered me timbers. They looked at each other and the leader spoke,
“Naw,— this is
Brad’s fight. He always was a hot head.”
Brad got up,
glared at his friends, and saw the Dungeon Master holding Will.
“Put my slave
down, right now, you big piece of shit! He’s my property! He’s my
slave! Put him down! NOW! DID YOU HEAR ME?” Brad
raged, his face blood red with anger. Big Jim looked directly
into Will’s eyes and in a loud clear voice so all could hear,
“You wanna’ be
my slave, Son?”
“Yes, Master, I
do.” Will came through and said it loud enough for everyone to hear.
“He’s my slave
now, queen. He ain’t your slave no more, you low life cowardly bastard.”
Brad pushed his
luck and ran at the Dungeon Master screaming. I simply put my boot out
and tripped him. He made an emergency three point landing on the
concrete that knocked the wind out of him and ushered more blood out of
his all ready amply, bleeding nose. The idiot got up and ran at me
again. That’s why I love to get someone enraged in a fight. They can’t
think straight. I stood still until he almost got to me and side
stepped him. He fell from his own miscalculation. I was on top of
him in an instant pounding him in the face with my fists. His nose was
all ready bloody but I was determined to give him two black eyes to
sport for his friends. He started crying, begging me to stop. I
started mocking him.
“Why you
crying, pussy? Don’t you like abuse? Big man like you ought a’ be
able to take what he dishes out!” Whaap! I hit him a good one.
I’ll admit I was enjoying this.
“You didn’t stop
when Will cried for mercy, you low life son of a bitch! Why
should I stop for you? How do you like being on the other end of
abuse, you phoney queen? You want me to stop, ask me like a slave
you coward.” Whopp! I hit him again.
“Please, Sir.”
“I didn’t HEAR
you, pussy.” Whaop!! I hit him again.
“PLEASE, SIR!”
“Like a slave I
said!” Whoaap! Damned if his head bounced on the pavement.
“PLEASE, MASTER,
SIR!”
“That’s better,
slave.” I felt Master Earl and Blaine on either side of me
lifting me off him.
“Come on, Beau,
he’s filth. He’s a piece of dog shit. Don’t dirty yourself anymore.
He’s a poor excuse for a man.”
“He’s NOT a
man!” Someone in the crowd said, “He’s a fucking queen in leather drag.
They just pulled the REAL man off of him.” I turned to the guy and said,
“Thanks, friend.
Listen carefully,” I spoke to the crowd, “This ‘REAL’ man is the
‘slave’ to that ‘REAL BIG MAN’ holding Will and I’m damn proud of
it. So, queeny, here, just got her ass stomped by a ‘slave’
who made her call him ‘Master’! Let the son of a bitch live with that!”
I crowed.
I said it loud
enough for Brad and his buddies to hear. The crowd that was left,
laughed at Brad getting his ass kicked by a slave. It just wasn’t
Brad’s day. That’s really Hell for a control freak. Someone in the
crowd, I swear it was Alex, started applauding. Another picked it up.
Then another until the place was going nuts applauding for us. Brad was
bleeding pretty bad and still yelling at me,
“I’ll sue your
ass off, you son of a bitch.”
“Your next slave
better be a rich one then ‘cause a queen like you ain’t got two nickels
to rub together.” I retorted. Everyone laughed at Brad.
“Ouch, that was
a good one, Beau.” Big Beryl allowed, “You’d think the queen would
learn?” He shook his head as he laughed. The Long Beach Police
arrived. Master Earl flashed his badge and proceeded to tell them
what went on. They said they couldn’t take Brad to jail unless
Will agreed to press charges for assault and battery.
“He was trying
to kill the kid with steel toed boots.” Master Earl pressed the Cop.
“You got steel
toed boots on, Mister?” The Cop asked Brad.
“Yeah, what of
it?”
“Hands behind
your back. You’re under arrest for assault with a deadly weapon.”
“You’re crazy!
My Boots? Deadly weapons?” Brad sputtered.
“You should
check the law before you attempt to kick someone’s head in with those,
Sir.” The Dungeon Master was still holding Will and the Police wanted
to talk to him.
“Will you press
charges, Son.” Will looked at Big Jim who nodded.
“Yes, Sir, I
will.” He took his name address and phone number. Big Jim gave them
ours.
“He’ll be
staying with me, Officer. He’s hurt, we have to get him to a
doctor.”
“We want a full
medical report from the examining physician.” The officer said.
“You’ll have it,
Sir.” They led Brad away and people started leaving the bar in
droves. They wanted no part of the police. The police were
good men. They knew the score and didn’t give a shit. They were there
to do their jobs.
“Beau, bring the
truck around to the side.” He handed me the keys. I ran to the back lot
and got the truck. Chief opened the back for Big Jim and he gently laid
Will out on the bed of the truck. One of the cops looked in the back of
the truck.
“Looks like you
men were ready for this.”
“Coincidence.”
said the Dungeon Master. “You ride back here with him, Beau, and I’ll
drive. I know how to get to Queen of Angeles. Find out about medical
insurance and whatever. You know the drill.” Beryl, Blaine and
Master Earl were saying goodbye to Alex and apologizing for leaving but
they wanted to see the kid to the hospital. Alex asked if he and Glenn
could ride along.
“Sure.” said
Master Earl “Glad to have you.” There wasn’t much traffic for a Sunday
evening and we made it to the hospital in good time. Poor Will was
suffering but didn’t say anything. I wanted to check him, but he
was too sore. I covered him with the blanket.
“Just like old
times, huh, Beau? I’m sorry you and Kelley found out I’m a slave.”
“So are we, dear
heart. Blaine and I are slaves, too, Will. That big man with the
grey-white beard is Blaine’s Master and my Master’s driving the truck.
My other Master was the good looking man with the violet eyes.
The one up front will be your new Master for a while. You’re my
little brother now.”
“That’s too good
to be true, Beau, nothing good ever happens to me.”
“Well, your
lucked just changed, Will. You’ve got family now. You don’t understand
right now but you will. Now, lay there and be quiet unless you start to
hurt really bad. Then let me know, Okay?” He nodded to me.
“You serve two
Masters, Beau?”
“Three
actually. You’ll understand it all after a while and it’ll make
sense to you, I promise.”
“I can’t even
serve one.” He started crying
“It wasn’t your
fault, Will. That fairy isn’t a Master. None of the Masters I know are
like that. None of the Masters in my family would do what he did
to you. Being mean spirited and cruel is not what being a Master
is all about, Will.”
“You and Chief
were both Navy corpsmen?”
“Right.”
“You all came
for me today, didn’t you?”
“Right again,
sprout.” I said.
“How did you
know?”He asked.
“How did you
know we came for you?” I answered with a question.
“It just popped
in my head. A voice and not a voice, I don’t know how to explain
it. I’d heard the voice before somewhere, long ago. The voice of
someone I once knew, and the big man told me to say those words if I
wanted to live. How could he know what I should say if he didn’t all
ready know?”
“Well that’s how
we knew. I heard a wee small voice in the night. It just popped
into my head. Ever since Nam its happened to me. I thought I was going
crazy. I’d hear voices telling me to do this or not to do that. Well, I
had a dream last night about you dying in a gay leather bar in Long
Beach. That bar was the only leather bar down here. Tell me did the
voice you heard have a southern accent.”
“Why, yes,
Beau. Now’s I think about it, it did. You know who it was,
don’t chu?”
“Un-huh, I’ll
tell you later but let’s get you taken care of first.”
“You have a good
Master for me, too, don’t you, Beau?”
“One of the best
men on this planet, Will. You need him, and he needs you. He’s a
man I love and admire very much. I would be honored to call him my
Master. You will fall in love with him at first sight, I promise. You
will become the pride of his life.”
“Is he a REAL
Master, Beau?”
“He is, indeed,
sprout. A strong, protective, loving man, the best!” Will
started crying, and wanted me to hold him. I did as gently as I could,
but he was hurting bad. We were on the downtown interchange and I
knew it wouldn’t be long to the hospital. We arrived at the emergency
entrance, and Yoshie was there with a Gurney. We slipped a carry sling
under him and four of us lifted him out of the truck onto the Gurney.
Yoshie was all business. Wanted to know exactly the time this occurred.
I told him and he made a note of it.
“Can Master Jim
and I come in with him, Yoshie?”
“Sure, Come on.”
“You know this
doctor, Beau?” Will asked.
“He’s my
brother, Will, just like you.”
“Ooohh!”
Will got the message.
“He’s got Blue
Cross, Yoshie.” I had Will Blake’s thin wallet.
“No problem
then. Let me take a look and get some X-rays. You guys stay with him,
and I’ll get the resident to give me a hand. Yoshie returned with
a fine looking, big man about our age. He looked like he could be a
linebacker for the Rams. He checked out Will’s eyes and mumbled
something to Yoshie. He was leaning over him and checking the bruises
on his face.
“You leather
boys play pretty rough, Son. I’d never treat my slave this way.”
Yoshie rolled his eyes toward heaven and looked surprised. I chuckled.
Big Jim turned his head the other way laughing. They did the X-rays and
got them back. The two doctors made copious notes and then talked to us
and Will.
“He’s got three
broken ribs on his right side and four on his left. It’s a wonder one
of them or more didn’t puncture his lung. There’s not a lot we
can do for broken ribs but tape him up tight so they are forced back
together. For the first week he will be in Hell. It will hurt him
bad. Agony type bad. We’ll give him enough pain medication to see
him through the first week then he has to come back for more x-rays to
see if he’s knitting properly. He’s going to have one Hell of a black
eye on his left side and probably blood filled eye around the whites
for several days. Keep him in low light, and if the blood doesn’t start
to go away after three or four days bring him back in immediately.”
Since there was
a police report filed on the case they took numerous color photos of
Will’s head, chest and groin. His wounds had turned a nasty, dark
purple color with yellowish tinges.
“His left arm is
also broken. We’ll have to set it and cast it. He’s going to be
here several hours, but we don’t think he needs to be admitted.
He probably would feel better and more comfortable with you men.
Which one is his Master?” Big Jim raised his hand. “You didn’t do this
to him, I know. You’re his new Master, right?”
“Yes, Sir, as of
a couple of hours ago.”
“I’d say you
found yourself a fine new Master, Son.” Yoshie couldn’t believe
this resident was being that open. The man knew the score. Maybe
he was a Master himself or had friends in the leather community. He
didn’t give a shit. He seemed to enjoy us. He found out I’d been a
corpsman in Nam, and he instructed me about Will’s care.
“Out of
curiosity, how did you know Big Jim didn’t do this to him?” I
asked.
“Big men don’t
do this kind a’ shit. I’m one, as you can see. We don’t have, too. We
don’t have anything to prove that way. Small men,— well, that’s
different.” He winked at the Dungeon Master who nodded his
agreement. “We’re gonna’ shoot him up with demerol to fix him up so why
don’t you gentlemen go have dinner, come back in a couple of hours, and
he’ll be ready.” I could see Will began to get frightened.
“Can I stay with
him, Doc?” I asked.
“Sure,
just have your friends bring you back some take out, and you can eat
while someone else stays with him.” Damn, this Doctor was a thoughtful
man. Not my experience with the doctors in Nam. Most were selfish
assholes. Didn’t want to do anymore than they absolutely had, too.
Big Jim wanted
to stay too and told everyone to go home. We would stay and bring him
home after he was fixed up. Earl D. had to go to work the next day and
Big Jim would call as soon as we got home. He thanked Alex and Glenn
for coming, but they may as well go home, too. He took their phone
number and promised to call.
He gave everyone
the run down on how Will was and asked Beryl and Blaine to stay at Mt.
Washington because we might need help to get his things before the
bastard changes the locks. They gave Will a shot of demerol, and he was
out of it. Demerol doesn’t really stop the pain. You know
the pain is still there. You just don’t give a shit.
Tape up my
broken ribs, sure, no problem. Gee, you’re cute. What was your name
again. Oh, that hurt! I don’t care. Go ahead. Do it again, Doc. God, is
he big or what? Linebacker for the Rams someone said.
Wonder if he’s my new Master? Wheeeee! Don’t know what this shit is,
but I want a doggie bag to go.
Yoshie came to
us every now and then to give us an update. They set his arm and Yoshie
did the cast. He said it had to be left on at least four weeks. The
Dungeon Master and I were impressed with Yoshie’s professional manner.
He was going to be one damn, good doctor.
“Is he going to
be able to go with us to get his stuff from that bastard’s house?” Big
Jim asked Yoshie.
“Once the
demerol wears off he should be in pretty good shape. He’s gonna’ be
sore, but he should be able to walk around and tell you what’s his. If
it’s not for too long. The major pain probably won’t set in until
tomorrow morning. Be sure and give him one of the pain pills
before he goes to sleep, so he’ll have some in his system come morning.
Don’t wait ‘til morning to start because he isn’t going to be able to
move in any direction without severe pain. Broken ribs and back
injuries can be excruciating.”
“I just called
dad to give him an update.” Yoshie told us, “He doesn’t doubt you
anymore, Beau. I never did, you found me waiting by the door,
didn’t you?” Yoshie gave me a hug right there.
“We really
appreciate you and the other doc’s help.” About that time the resident
bear came strolling up and squatted down by Will in his wheel chair.
“Now, young man,
as for you,— you be a good slave and mind this big man, your new
Master. Stick with big people and their friends and you won’t go
wrong.” He patted Will on his good arm and smiled.
“Thank you,
Doctor,” Will got out softly, “you’ve been awfully good to me, Sir, and
I appreciate it.”
“It’s my job,
Son, but sometimes taking care of a handsome young slave boy in
distress is more pleasure than work. As for you, heroes,” he
motioned toward us, “take him home and give him what he needs.
Lots of love and attention. I promise he will heal twice as
fast,— you’ll see, mark my words.” Doctor Bear said to us.
They finally finished with him and wheeled him out to the side entrance
where we had the truck waiting. He was just coming down from the
demerol high and was feeling pretty bad. We put him in the back.
He told me he wanted to sleep and for me to ride up front with Master
Jim. I told him 'no,' I was going to ride with him. Chief had a small,
sliding window in the back widow of the truck you could open to pass
things through to the camper shell. Master Jim opened it and we
were able to communicate. Will drifted off to sleep as soon as we
got underway.
“If we can
manage we should get Jeb’s truck, Beryl, Blaine, you and I go over to
his place and get his things for him. Maybe he doesn’t have that
much.” said Big Jim.
“I haven’t had a
chance to talk to him about what he has or where. Let’s get him back to
the mountain, get him a cup of coffee and talk to him.” I said. We were
about half way home and Will woke up. He was confused,
disoriented and frightened. I talked softly to him and held
him. He started crying, and I soothed him. God knows, I had the
same done for me so many times by these big men who never once told me
men don’t cry. I came to find out that real men do, indeed, cry.
“Can you answer
some questions for me, Will?”
“I think so,
Beau.”
“Do you have a
lot of personal possessions at his place.”
“No, he made me
get rid of most of my things. I have about a box full of things
important to me and my bike. Its locked in his garage. He wouldn’t let
me ride it. Said slaves don’t ride bikes. I have keys to the house, but
he never would give me a key to the garage.”
We arrived at
Mt. Washington and all came out to help us. Big Jim and I helped
him ease down from the truck bed. You could tell he was in a lot of
pain.
“Come on, Tiger,
I’ll give you a lift.” Big Jim spoke to him and lifted him easily
into his big arms. The Dungeon Master stole a kiss as he carried
him into the living room where Master Jeb was waiting. Will was
focusing on the room and the men around him. Will saw Master Jeb. He
never laid eyes on Jeb before but saw a good looking, strong, masculine
face with piercing blue eyes that was hurting for him, held out
his one good arm to him and Jeb had him in his arms holding him as he
cried and cried.
I remembered how
it felt to cry in those big, forgiving arms. Our hearts were breaking
but Master Jeb never told him to stop nor scolded him for crying. He
let Will get it out and held him like he would never let him go. He
didn’t let go of Will until he couldn’t cry anymore. I got him a cup of
coffee. He seemed to know it would clear his head. He had to hug Chief,
Blaine and Big Beryl, and of course, his new Master. He thanked
us all and wanted to walk into the kitchen where Chief and Blaine were
dishing up more take out for us. He even managed to eat a little.
Finally he told
everyone what he told me in the truck. He had one box of personal stuff
and his bike. He told us his bike was locked in Brad’s garage but
he didn’t have a key. He knew where he kept the keys for his bike but
not for the garage. He had a key to get in and out of the house.
“Can you go back
over there with us this evening to get your things? We’ll throw your
bike on the back of the truck and worry about it later. We can
get into the garage, don’t worry about that.” said Master Jim.
Will assured us he thought he could. Afterwards, he wanted to come back
to the mountain and collapse.
“If that’s all
right with you, Master Jim.” He added looking at the giant.
“Of course it’s
all right with your Master, Son. You’re welcome here. No one will hurt
you here. You’re safe now. These men are only a small part of your new
family.” said Master Jim. Will thought he could make the trip to his
old residence and wanted to while Brad was away. He was afraid of Brad
and well he should be. The son of a bitch almost killed him. Could he
ride in the back like before? I told him yes, I’d ride with him. Chief
wanted to go even though it was going on ten o’clock and he had to go
to work the next morning. I told him we had enough people with
the four of us but he insisted. So, off we went to Silverlake with both
trucks. We found the place easily enough and quietly entered.
Brad was still in jail and probably having a hard time raising bail on
a felony charge. We got all of Will’s stuff he wanted and found his
bike keys.
Big Jim took his
big bolt cutters and cut the lock to the garage like it was a piece of
hot butter. We opened the garage and there was Will’s bike. A
brand new, white Harley Sportster, a beautiful bike. We rolled it
out to Jeb’s truck and the four of us had no problem lifting it on.
Brad’s big Harley was in the garage.
“Blaine, run in
the house and bring me a bottle of syrup or some sugar.” Blaine
returned with a full bottle of black strap molasses. Beryl poured
the entire bottle in the gas tank. We got all of Will’s leathers, boots
and riding gear. He didn’t have a lot or just didn’t feel like taking a
lot. We got it all loaded and drove back to Mt. Washington. We
arrived at the mountain about midnight. Chief excused himself and went
to bed. I helped Will into the house and into one of the
downstairs bedrooms. The other men got his bike and personal stuff out
of the truck and into the garage.
Blaine and I had
all ready made up the bed in the downstairs bedroom. It had its on
bathroom. We thought it would be easier for him if he had to get
up during the night. I was going to stay with him. Big Jim
insisted on staying, too. We got our clothes off and took his off. He
was so tired from emotional exhaustion and the pain, he could
barely hold his eyes open.
“Come on,
Beaver, let me carry him up to our room, we’ll be more comfortable
there.” I had to agree. Big Jim swept him up in his arms and we paraded
nude through the house and up the stairs to the Bear’s Lair. When he
saw the huge bed and got a good look at the two muscular hunks who were
going to sleep with him he asked,
“Am I dead? Is
this heaven? Are you guys angels?” I answered ‘no’ to all three
questions.
“Then I must be
dreaming. I’ve never seen two more gorgeous men in my life, and I get
to sleep between them. It was worth the broken ribs.” The
dungeon Master and I roared with laughter, kissed him and told him to
go to sleep. I said a prayer of thanks to God for letting Wes warn us
to save this beautiful young man. Will was a very good looking, blond
hair, blue eyes, average height, nice equipment, not too big but
fit his perfect body. He had a sweet personality, polite and well
mannered. How anyone could be cruel to this treasure was beyond me. I
hoped Brad rotted in jail for what he did. He almost killed Will. I
laughed to myself as I woke once during the night to check on him and
found him curled up in the giant’s arms feeling safer and more loved
than he had in three years.
I warned
everyone to say nothing about who Will was other than the fact we
rescued him. If something happened between Master Zack and him I wanted
it to be from their own hearts they discovered each other and not
because of suggestion. Surprisingly, they all agreed nature should take
its course. My next weekend was to be a good one. I was really looking
forward to it. Will should be healed enough to go with us and meet the
family. They will take him to their hearts. They will heal his
body and spirit with their love. I had that much faith in
them. Their hearts went out to those in pain or sorrow.
They never told
them to stop feeling sorry for themselves. They put their hand out and
helped pulled them out of the quagmire. They gave of themselves. They
knew the meaning of the word ‘family.’ You don’t have to be wealthy to
give the most precious of gifts to another human being, the gift of
yourself. By giving that small gift you earn yourself more fortune than
the wealth of any king.
End Chapter 25
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