When the Mormons
traveled across the desert they came to rest at a place called Squaw
Tank. The rocks made a natural catch basin for rain water and was
backed up behind the rocks like a small, deep, natural pond. They were
running low on water and had begun rationing. They prayed to God for a
miracle to help them find water when they came upon Squaw Tank.
They gave thanks and sung hymns of praise to God for saving them. The
Mormons remained there for several days and took advantage of the
natural, wild buckwheat which they ground into flour and made buckwheat
cakes. They brewed a tasty tea from a natural indigenous herb which
became known as Mormon Tea.
They were
fascinated by the unusually tall cactus growth they had not seen
elsewhere on their journey. They named the large cactus with upward
pointing branches “The Joshua Tree” because it reminded them of Joshua
in the bible raising his arms toward heaven to pray. This cactus, a
relative of the familiar Yucca, is endemic only to that particular
elevation of the desert and is found nowhere else. From: The
Journal of James
Redfeather
~
Part I ~ The
Power of Love
The next morning
Will was a mess. He was racked by such pain he couldn’t get comfortable
in any position. The Dungeon Master insisted we keep our routine.
There wasn’t much we could do for him anyway. Big Jim carried him to
the downstairs bedroom where Master Jeb could sit with him while we
went to run and then to the gym. He tried to eat but couldn’t. I
propped him up using five or six pillows so he was in the least
discomfort. I gave him his medication, but it didn’t seem to be doing
anything. The resident gave me his home phone number if we needed
anything but I thought I’d call Yoshie instead.
“Dr. Tagame?”
“Please, Beau,—
Yoshie.”
“Okay, darlin.’
Will’s in great pain. I gave him the medication as you prescribed.”
“You gave him
the medication? Let me give Dan a call and see what he says about
doubling up on the medication. I’ll call you right back.” Yoshie was
good to his word and called right back.
“Dan said double
his medication for today only and see how he’s doing tomorrow.
Drop back to one every four hours. Dan said to make him drink
lots of liquids because the medication tends to bind people up. Get him
all kinds of fruit juices and have some available for him at all times.”
“Thanks, Yoshie,
we really appreciate your help.”
“I have
Wednesday off. Dad and I will drive over and check him out for
you.”
“That would be
swell. We’d love to see you again. My best to Master Sam.”
I gave Will
another pill and told him we would be back to fix breakfast in a couple
of hours. He was comfortable with Master Jeb sitting with him. He
became fond of Master Jeb immediately. Who, the Hell, wouldn’t?
The man has my heart locked up in a small box. I’ll always love him.
Will was getting exactly what he needed. Attention and care from
some powerful male personalities who exuded love and caring.
Chief got up early to check on him. He didn’t realize Chief lived with
us. Beryl and Blaine came down to check on him and give him
comfort. He loved the two of them instantly. The kid had
good taste.
He was agog over
the giant and kept asking him if he really was his Master now. The
Dungeon Master assured Will he was now his slave and would be until he
was trained properly. Then he’d be sold or transferred as
property to a family member who might make a claim for him. The Dungeon
Master further explained when Will said the words, “Yes, Master, I do,”
in public with hundreds of witnesses he immediately became the Dungeon
Master’s slave and in turn, the family’s, personal property. Will
didn’t ask for further details. He simply accepted anything that
came out of Big Jim’s mouth as God’s gospel word. He was in pain
but in love as well. All these fine looking men doting over him,
showing him love, was just what the doctor ordered. Love proved to be
almost as strong as the pain medication.
He observed
Blaine and I with our morning greeting ritual for all the Masters
present and was wowed. He was in tears after he saw that. I
remember the first time I saw Billy and Oscar perform the ritual with
Master Earl, I was blown away. I thought to myself, ‘Now that’s the way
it should be.’
Master Jim and I
went for our run and Blaine started breakfast. Chief left for work
early, as usual. He seemed okay from having gotten to bed so
late. He was in great spirits. I guess he just wanted to be included.
He was pleased everything went like clock work. Chief was
sorry for Will and what he suffered, but at least he was alive. He
would mend in body, and we were damn sure going to see to it he healed
in spirit. He became loved by everyone immediately. He was quiet,
unassuming, bright and mannerly. We loved him and he could do no wrong.
The second pill
did the trick, and he became a bit more comfortable. He was able to eat
a little. I found an old bed tray someone used once. It was in the
attic store room. I remembered seeing it when we were moving stuff
around to make room for the Christmas decorations. I cleaned it and it
was perfect for feeding him in the bed. He wanted to come to the
table, but I insisted he rest for the first couple of days until he
wasn't quite so sore.
In a way, Will
felt like he died and went to heaven. He never mentioned Brad’s
name again unless it had to do with appearing in court. He had no fear
as long as we were behind him and we were to a man. We would be
there to witness what that asshole did to him. Big Jim made sure
the initial medical exam got forwarded to the right place at the Long
Beach Police Department and followed up to make sure they received it.
They did and were grateful. Brad was still in jail. Good, let him
rot. He fucked with the wrong fairy and lost. That
fairy, an angel really, was Wes.
The Dungeon
Master and I were in and out all day getting stuff done we needed to
accomplish. We were in great spirits we pulled off the rescue
with success, but I was regretful I didn’t move sooner. It happened so
fast, I moved as soon as I saw Will was in danger. Master Jim
said he was proud of me. That’s all I needed, a pat on the back
from my Master for a job well done. I got more praise from everyone
including my other Master who stopped by on his way to work, in
uniform, to check on Will. Poor Will couldn’t believe when a super
handsome, LAPD Motorcycle Officer walked into his room, called him by
name and asked how he was doing. He didn’t recognize Master Earl at
first. He couldn’t believe Master Earl was a real cop. A motor officer
at that. When Master Earl hugged him, Will’s face brightened as
if an angel touched him. My Master was an angel in uniform.
People would stop and stare everywhere he went he was so handsome. He
was the most arresting Cop I ever met.
“Will, this is
my other Master, Master Earl, who was with us yesterday when we
rescued you.” Master Earl gave Will a big hug.
“Thank you,
Master Earl.” He said, “Beau, you’re really lucky to have three such
wonderful men as Masters.”
“I agree, little
one, I love them all. You’ll understand more about our
circumstances as we explain some things to you. It’s not quite the way
it seems on the surface. There’s more to this story than you see
right now.”
“It’s all so new
and wonderful to me. I never knew there were men like you around,
living as a family.” He started crying again thinking of the shit
he went through for the last three years. These men were Masters but
they weren’t mean to their slaves, on the contrary, they were
showing real love for each other. There was no doubt who was
Master and who was slave but there was not the constant turmoil and
pain, both physical and mental, he was exposed to.
Brad was living
proof not every fairy who buys a motorcycle and a leather jacket
understands what it means to be a Master. Unfortunately, Brad had no
love for himself. He hated who he was. He hated everything. Like so
many leather queens his attempts at becoming a Master became a hopeless
parody of masculinity. If he wasn’t so mean spirited one could
almost feel sorry for him. He saw life as one disappointment
after another and felt it his duty to provide the same for his slave.
He was the type who would beat an animal to death because it didn’t
performed to human expectations. He damn near did beat an animal to
death, genus: Homo sapiens; or if you will, Homo-homo sapiens.
In an open
society you can’t tell everyone how to live their lives. Most are left
to drift through life like bumper cars, hoping to get through with the
least bang-ups as possible. If one turns out to be a Brad or a complete
sociopath (no conscience as to their actions) and they act out,
is it their fault or the fault of a society which makes no effort to
teach basic living concepts; how to treat others, manners, social
graces, or whatever you want to call it? It turns out, if we
choose to have such freedoms then those who cannot find their way are,
indeed, responsible for their actions. If we have these freedoms then
we have choices. It becomes our choice to live with anger, unhappiness,
discomfort, and disappointment or to search for a better way.
Unless someone
learns to love themselves, learns who they are and becomes comfortable
with that, can they ever expect to give or receive love. Modern
Christianity perverted the aspect of being born again. To be born again
is to be reborn to the ability to give and receive love from your
fellow man. I was being reborn to the role and life of becoming a
loving and giving slave. The sense of freedom was overwhelming.
From the
beginning of his physical recovery we began to work to heal Will’s
damaged mental state and repair his self image. It became a day by day
process to understand and give him unconditional love. He was
responding much as I did when I met Master Jeb and the Dungeon
Master; like a duck to water. He began to heal quicker than
anyone expected due to excellent care and loving attention. That first
week we never left him alone. If he thought we were going to leave him
by himself he got agitated. We didn’t leave him alone. We made
sure there was always someone with him.
Yoshie and
Master Sam dropped by for dinner Wednesday evening. Will was stunned
and wowed his doctor was a slave and very much in love with his
handsome Master; to say nothing about the fact his doctor was a member
of his new family and came for dinner as well. He was impressed.
Yoshie was amazed at the speed of Will’s recovery from Sunday night. He
no longer needed the pain pills every four hours and would only take
one if he was truly uncomfortable.
“Doctor Dan said
it when you guys walked out," Yoshie commented, "‘He’s a lucky little
fellow. Those men know how to give him love. Never underestimate
the power of love, Yoshie.’ Yoshie said he thought to himself, ‘If you
only knew what I know about the power of love, Dan, and the situation
behind the rescue of this young man you would have to change your
pants.’ Everyone broke up laughing.
Will slept every
night between his new Master and his big brother and didn’t seem to
prefer one over the other when it came to cuddling him at night.
He was an equal opportunity love. His whole persona was soaking up his
new life like a sponge. Master Jeb talked to him by the hour,
carefully leading him into the ways Will so longed to experience.
To experience the freedom and joy of being a good Master’s slave. Will,
like so many, had just accepted to find any love as a slave he had to
suffer abuse and humiliation for no purpose.
Chief began to
work with him using his newly learned skills at directing him toward
what he wanted to become. Chief, like Master Jeb established for
himself what Will truly wanted for his life. Neither wanted to guide
anyone into something they were unsure of. With Will, there was no
doubt in his mind what he wanted. Especially with the introduction to
these men who promised a life as a slave he could never have
imagined. A life of serving another man, being respected and
loved for his efforts, a concept almost unimaginable to him before last
Sunday. What a horrible thing to have to accept incomplete pieces of
love, bits at a time from a self centered, uncaring, sadistic bastard.
There are those who seek that. Their level of sublimated homosexual
guilt is so deep, if they can’t inflict misery on themselves, they find
someone who will.
He began to
refer to Big Jim as the Dungeon Master, even though he hadn’t seen the
dungeon. It was explained to him it was a title of honor and respect
within the family. The Dungeon Master was responsible for the care and
training of new slaves.
“Then are you a
new slave, Beau?”
“Yes, little
brother, now you began to see why I have two Masters?”
“Yes, I do. Then
there might be a possibility I may have two Masters sometime. Master
Jim and another Master who might make a claim for me?”
“That’s the way
it works. Right now, you’re under the protection of four pretty
powerful Masters who want nothing but he best for you. Master
Beryl is our family or clan leader. You’re under his protection.
You’re also under the protection of Master Jim, Master Jeb and
Chief. Chief’s a Master, but he’ll ask you to call him
Chief. He know’s you mean Master Chief when you call him Chief.
I’ve become a full fledged slave through ceremony, recognized by our
family. I’ll be put on the market and sold in approximately two weeks.
Hopefully, Master Earl will win the bid, and I’ll become his
slave for life; however, there’s a chance he won’t win the bid,
and I’ll have to become another man’s slave. I’ll be
disappointed, but I’ll have to adjust, learn to serve and love my new
Master.”
“You and Master
Earl belong together, Beau. I’ve seen how he looks at you and you look
at him. You’re both gah-gaa over each other.”
“Is it that
noticeable, sprout?” I smiled, knowing he was dead on.
“Uh-huh.” He
smiled knowing I knew.
“Who is this
Master I’m suppose to fall in love with, Beau?”
“I can’t tell
you. Nature has to take it’s course. He doesn’t know about you either.
You’ll discover each other at the same time.”
“When will I
meet him?”
“Not for a
while.” (Well, next weekend WAS a while away.) “You want to be healed
and ready to serve him don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, Beau,
sure I do.”
“Can I go with
you and the Dungeon Master this weekend to meet more of the family? I’m
feeling a lot better.”
“Well, that’ll
have to be your Master’s decision, but I’ll respectfully request
consideration on your behalf if you wish?” We planned to take him
anyway.
“Oh, please,
Beau, I want to meet this family. Please, I’ll ask him, too. He’s
easy to talk to. He listens to me and encourages me. I would never be
afraid of him even if he does make four of me. In the bar that
afternoon a voice told me to trust him, it was important.”
'Wes.' I
thought. “I know what you mean, sweetheart, he’s a wonderful man and
you never have to fear telling him the secrets of your heart; nor
Master Jeb, nor Chief for that matter.”
“I can tell you
anything, too, can’t I, Beau?”
“Yes, you
certainly can, we all love you.”
By Friday Will
was down to a couple of pain pills a day and was up and around the
house all day. He was beginning to eat and regain his sense of humor.
He was becoming a joy to everyone; especially Master Jeb and
Chief. They fell in love with the little shit. He was
another like Allen. You couldn’t help fall in love with
him. I laughed to myself. Master Zack won’t know what hit
him. Poor man, he doesn’t stand a chance.
Will was treated
like any other slave. He was not allowed to wear clothes in the house,
and cried when the Dungeon Master and I brought home his own collar
with dog tags stating who he belonged to. He was so proud of the little
tag stating he was the slave of the Dungeon Master “Big Jim” of the
Clan Mc Innis. He hugged and kissed Big Jim and thanked him numerous
times. He began to perform the ritual greeting even though it was hard
for him to get down and up. Every Master patiently waited and sometimes
gave him a hand up to show him love. He was on his way.
We talked to
Yoshie, who confirmed with Dan, we could wait until Monday to bring
Will in for his check up. The blood was almost gone from his eyes
and he was getting around much better. Dan said sure. Yoshie told
Dan he would be with Will part of the weekend. Yoshie let his hair down
with Dan later. Dan and his slave of ten years came into the
family about six months later. He was one of the most lovable Masters
in the family. You’d never guess he was a top notch doctor to see him
and his slave on his Harley.
Even with the
added responsibility of Will, the Dungeon Master and I managed to
keep our schedule including Hell Fridays. I didn’t mind, I was so
looking forward to the weekend nothing could bring me down. We did a
lot of extra shit for the owner of the gym that morning preparing him
for the weekend. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t thank us
enough. Big Jim took the opportunity to ask him if we might bring a
third person to help and work out with us. The owner said sure, no
problem. I knew what the Dungeon Master had in mind. He was going to
start building Will like he did me. I was so happy with my image in the
mirror I said a prayer of thanks for Big Jim every time I looked. I
would’ve never done it on my own. With a slave driver behind me, I did
it, and I was proud of myself.
Big Jim teased
me mercilessly about the coming weekend. I never said a word about it.
That’s how he knew I was looking forward to it with eager anticipation.
He could read me like a fucking book. Every time he mentioned Master
Zack’s name he watched me turn beet red. He would do it just to watch
me change colors like a fucking chameleon. Then he would slap his leg,
roar with laughter, and point his finger at me. He was so cruel, but he
made me laugh at myself. He never just said “Zack” as one Master might
refer to another, it was always “Master Zack!” “Master Zack” this
and “Master Zack” that until I got an erection, then he would go nuts
laughing at me.
I hated him. I
loved him. What’a ya’ gonna’ do when someone gets your number and nails
it to the restroom wall? Just laugh at yourself. Go with it! The
funniest thing was, he was dead on and he knew it. He knew I was really
fond of Master Zack and we established a Master/slave friendship bond
that was meaningful to both. The Dungeon Master was exercising his
little boy who was taking great delight in teasing his little brother
for having a crush on a kid at school. What does the little brother
feel? Mortified, embarrassed,— he loves his brother but hates him at
the same time. There you have it, I could have killed him and told God
he died.
“Beau, how did
you get a body like that?” Will asked.
“Courtesy of the
Dungeon Master, Will. You’ll look better than me when he gets
through with you. Then we’ll take you back to that bar in Long Beach
and parade you in front of that son of a bitch, Brad. We’ll rub it in
his face what a real Master can do with love and training of a good
slave. That is if he ever gets out of jail.” Will and I laughed.
“I’ll wear my
slave collar with you. We’ll let everyone know you’re my little slave
bro, and I’m your big slave bro. Then we’ll rub it in his face
that your big slave bro whipped his nelly ass and if he ever tries
anything he’ll get his ass kicked again.” Will really enjoyed
that scenario. We both did.
“You’re proud to
be a slave, aren’t you, Beau?
“You betch’um,
kiddo.”
“I want to be
proud, too.”
“I promise you,
you will be. Do you believe me?”
“I’d believe
anything you guys tell me. You’ve neither lied to me nor even misled
me.”
“You will walk
tall, Will, as a good man’s slave. You will walk tall being the
Dungeon Master’s temporary slave. He takes his responsibilities
seriously and loves you very much. He will expect the best from you
including your love. Why, only this morning he made arrangements with
our gym owner to bring you to help with maintenance and work out with
us. He’s all ready planning for your future. He’ll wait until you’re
healed though. He won’t ask more of you than you can do, but he will
demand and won’t accept less than your best.”
About that time
the Dungeon Master came into Will’s downstairs bedroom with a couple of
packages. One was a couple pair of “Tuff Nuts” overalls like he
and I wear and several pair of socks. Will started crying, and I
motioned to Big Jim to comfort him. He didn’t hesitate.
“Listen to me,
Son. You’re my slave now and I’m gonna’ take care of you. We all are.
You have family now. I told you Sunday in that bar I would never hurt
you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Dungeon
Master.” He sniffled.
“I meant what I
said, sprout.” Big Jim said forcefully. “Trust me.”
“I love you,
Master Jim.” Will said as he threw his arms around the Dungeon Master’s
big neck.
“Well,— you
gotta' know we love you, too, scamp. Now let’s see if you can get
into these. We want our new slave to look like we love him and
are taking good care of him, don’t we? Especially, if we’re gonna’
introduce him to his new family.” Will's face brightened.
“I’m gonna’ get
to go with you guys?”
“Yes, both
doctors cleared it. We’ll take you in Monday for your check up.”
said the Dungeon Master.
Part II ~
Wild Buckwheat
The Dungeon
Master borrowed Chief’s truck to take us to the desert. Will had
come a long way, but he couldn’t have managed the trip on the back of a
bike. His bike was with Dirk who was checking it out and tuning
it up for him, no charge. It was a wonderful afternoon as we drove to
the desert. We left the pad in the back for Will but he insisted
on riding up front between us. He beamed, he was so happy. Every
now and then Master Jim would rub his head, and he would just smile at
him. I gave him a new recruit hair cut. It would only be closer
if I shaved it. The Dungeon Master did the same for me. We looked like
Big Frick, Little Frick and of course giant economy size Frack. We had
on the same make overalls with no shirts and bandanas tied on our
heads. We looked hot but we somewhat resembled those little
Russian dolls you fit a smaller one inside a larger one inside a larger
one inside a larger one,... He was so proud to be dressed like
the big guys. He was included. He belonged.
The Dungeon
Master bought Will’s overalls a size larger than we measured him.
He liked the comfort of the extra room and he looked so fucking hot I
couldn’t keep my hands off him. I wouldn’t let him wear underwear, and
Will would giggle like a school boy when the Dungeon Master or I would
run our hands down inside to play with him. He loved it from both of us.
The Dungeon
Master wanted to arrive a little early in case we had any complications
with Will. I didn’t foresee any, but it never hurts to be safe.
We left about two-thirty in the afternoon and got to Master Zack’s
small ranch in Joshua Tree around four. It was unbelievable. It was
completely hidden among these huge boulders that had to be thirty to
forty feet high. It was a full five acres inside the round area created
by the huge rocks. To enter the property you had to drive in between
these two huge boulders that were only about twenty feet apart. Master
Zack built a ten foot high wall all the way across the space and you
had to open two six foot wide gates to drive in.
Once the gates
were closed the only way out was to walk between the boulders. It gave
you a feeling of complete privacy. Master Zack’s house was a rambling
concrete block home with a second story on one end with six extra
bedrooms; each with a full bath. There was a huge natural
swimming pool made from the natural rocks of the desert. Beautifully
done with two spas; a small one was attached to the pool but there was
a much larger one, huge, further away in the corner of two of the giant
rocks. It spilled its waters into a small man-made waterfall which ran
down a fifteen foot stream into the main pool. It was a beautiful
natural setting; all neat as a pin. The place looked like Master
Zack should live there. Button came out of the house yelling at
the top of his lungs.
“It’s Beau and
the Dungeon Master, Dad! Come on, Dad!”
Button didn’t
have a lick of clothes on. Just his collar and his medallion. I
warned Will about Button not having a dick. He didn’t seem upset about
seeing Button in the raw. Button went through the ritual greeting
with Master Jim, hugging and kissing him. Next he ran and jumped
in my arms, hugged and kissed me. He was still wearing his magic
medallion.
“Button this is
our new slave, Will.”
“Hello, Button,
good to meet you.” Will stuck out his hand. Button took one look at
Will and jumped for his arms. He could see the tape and bandages.
He hugged Will gently and kissed him.
“Welcome,
brother, to our home.” Will was impressed.
Master Zack came
out of the screen door to the porch of the house to greet the Dungeon
Master and saw me helping Will across the way to the house. I fell to
my knees in front of Master Zack and lovingly kissed his boots. We
completed the ritual by hugging and kissing for a long minute or
so. He was glad to see me. The Dungeon Master spoke,
“Master Zack may
I present our new family slave, Will.” He snapped his finger at Will to
kneel. Will was all ready on his way down. He lovingly kissed
Master Zack’s boots, found his hand, kissed it gently, then moved it to
his forehead.
“Arise handsome
slave...!” He didn’t finish. He held Will at arms length looking at his
bandages, then deep into his eyes and said,
“Welcome home,
Son.” He hugged and kissed Will tenderly. Will started crying in
his arms and he comforted him. “There’s no one here who will harm you,
Son. You’re welcome here, you’re a member of our family, no one
will ever hurt you again.”
“Thank you,
Master Zack, I’m proud to be here. Thanks for letting me come.”
“Make yourself
at home, lad. Anything you need, ask, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Zack.” Zack helped Will into the house and got us all a
cold glass of iced tea to drink. Damn, it was good. He came
around behind me and ran his hands down inside my overalls and found my
cock and balls. He hugged me up to him, and kissed me on the neck while
he gently played with old swinger and my balls. He got me harder
than a rock in seconds. He looked at the Dungeon Master who had a shit
eating grin on his big ugly face and winked.
“You been taking
care of this slave, Dungeon Master?”
“Not as much as
I’d like, Master Zack. He’s had a full plate lately taking care of our
new slave and everyone else, too, but he’s done one Hell of a
job. We’re all proud of him.”
“He needs to be
drained good a couple of times. He needs a whip taken to his butt; get
some meanness out a’ him.” allowed Master Zack. God, the way that
man talked could get me instantly hard and keep me that way for hours.
My old dick would soil my overalls with drool spots. Good thing I
was made to run around in the nude most of the time.
“We were kind a
hoping you’d do that for us this weekend, Whip Master. He’s developed a
powerful mean streak. May take a couple of sessions to get it all
out.” He winked at Master Zack.
“I think we
might be able to get that meanness out of him this weekend. I’ve got a
nice whip in my dungeon with his name on it.” Master Zack said in mock
seriousness.
“I’d really
appreciate it, Master Zack. It’s Hell to be a good slave with a
powerful built up mean streak.” We all laughed.
“Damn, it’s good
to see you again, you little shit.” He winked at Will and Master Jim.
“You don’t how
good it is to be here and see you again, Master Zack. The cherry on top
is I get to be your slave for the whole fucking weekend. I’ve been
looking forward to this day for weeks.”
“I’ve heard
nothing else for the last week.” The Dungeon Master rolled his eyes. We
all laughed.
“No more glad
than we are, right, kiddo?” He put his arm around Button.
“Really, Beau,
it’s all either of us have talked about for the last two weeks.” We all
laughed again.
We were the
first to arrive but it wasn’t long before the entire fam-damily started
arriving.
“Earl’s not
coming ‘til tomorrow morning. Everyone else should be here this evening
sometime. You’ve heard Breed is back with his new Master?”
A chill ran through my body.
“Oh God!” I
cried “I don’t know if I can face that man.”
“Of course you
can, Beau. You have all of us who love you, take strength from that.”
Master Zack surprised me with that. He put his arm around me and
pulled me close. I thanked him and hugged him.
“Now tell me
handsome young slave how you happen to be all bandaged up.” Master Zack
spoke to Will.
“My last Master
did this to me, Master Zack.” A tear ran down Will’s cheek.
“Beau, the Dungeon Master, and their friends rescued me. They’re
taking care of me. I belong to them now. See, I have a tag on my
collar that says I belong to the Dungeon Master, “Big Jim”, of the Clan
Mc Innis. The Dungeon Master and Beau saved my life. How can I
ever repay them, Master Zack?” He started crying again, Master Zack put
his arms around him comforting him and kissed him.
“There, there,
little one, knowing these men the way I do they don’t want thanks, they
just want your love. You give them that and that’s all the thanks they
need.”
“Amen to that,
Master Zack. Well said, Sir.” added the Dungeon Master. Will was
enchanted by the man, I could tell. He couldn’t take his eyes off
Master Zack. Zack couldn’t take his eyes off Will; although, he
tried for Button’s sake. He couldn’t do enough for Will or me for
that matter. I was glad to see the chemistry taking place. Wes knew
what the fuck, he was doing.
Button showed
Will and I where to undress. He left us to undress. I helped Will
off with his boots and overalls. Master Zack wanted us in chaps,
boots and vests for the desert. I saw Will in his chaps at the bar, but
I didn’t really notice how well made they were or how well they fit
him. His little ass stuck out like two bowling balls in a gunny
sack. Sweet Jesus, the kid had a nice butt. I started getting hard
looking at it and laughed. He noticed my erection
“Damn, you have
a good size dick when you get erect, Beau. How come you’re getting
excited?”
“Want me to be
honest?”I smiled at him.
“Sure, I always
do. You always are.”
“It’s that
little butt of yours that’s causing this.” I grabbed him and played
with his little ass and he played with mine. He felt my plug for the
first time.
“Holy shit,
that’s a big plug. You wear that all the time?”
“Yep! The
Dungeon Master put it in me the first night I met him, and it ain’t
been out since; except, for necessaries,” I laughed, “and, of course,
when they want to use it.”
“Will I get one,
too?”
“Probably,
they’ll start you with a smaller one and work your way up.” He started
getting an erection from the talk.
“Master Zack is
a very handsome man, Beau, in a rugged masculine way.”
“Oh, you really
think so? I hadn’t noticed. I guess he has a certain
appeal.” The kid looked at me and smiled a knowing grin.
“Like Hell!” Was
all he said. I loved him, he had a sense of humor.
“Handsome?” I
said, “He’s fucking, drop dead gorgeous and you know it!” We both fell
out laughing so hard it hurt his ribs. I helped him on with his boots
and vest. I barely managed to get it over his cast and
rehang his arm sling. The vest hid some of his bandages. He looked hot;
especially, his ass. Oh Momma,— that little ass! I knew it would do the
trick. Master Zack was a dead man. Once he caught sight of that sweet
little ass, it’s all over but the transfer ceremony. So much for
slave, Beau. I couldn’t have been more happy. We all ready had our
collars on before we left. We walked back in the room and Master Zack
whistled.
“Dungeon Master,
what have you been doing with this slave? Vest off, slave.”
Master Zack motioned to me. I obeyed. He walked over and put his hands
on me to turn me around. He whistled long and low.
“Those tits are
just about ripe for ringing, Dungeon Master. Damn, you mean this cake
of beef is all mine for the weekend? Worth twice the price I
paid, at least.”
Then he turned
to Will and looked him up and down. He turned Will around, and I heard
him suck in air at the first sight of Will’s butt. He grinned at
me like a dirty old man. He took Will’s dick and balls in his hand and
gently closed it around them. Master Zack looked deeply into Will’s
non-fearing eyes and spoke softly,
“Welcome home,
Son.” He grabbed Will and hugged him again.
“It’s good to be
home; especially, in your arms, Master.” Who told the kid to say that?
I didn’t. That damn Wes! I just knew it! I laughed to myself. Had
to talk to that kid about where that came from? Hell, I didn’t have to,
I knew. The Dungeon Master looked at me and rolled his eyes. I just
shrugged. We were both laughing our ass’s off inside. He mouthed the
name ‘Wes’, I shook my head affirmative and we both went off again.
Dirk and Allen
were the next to arrive. They hadn’t been to the desert a lot.
They were still in their giddy phase. They greeted everyone. Allen did
his ritual with the two Masters. Dirk hugged and kissed me after my
ritual with him. He kissed me a good one, too. Once again the Dungeon
Master introduced Will as our new family slave. Will kneeled in front
of the huge, mean looking bear and completed his ritual. He found two
massive hands under him lifting him gently to his big chest. Dirk
kissed him gently and spoke in his ear.
“Welcome to our
family, handsome slave-boy, no one will hurt you here or they’ll have
me to reckon with!” Will was agog. The fine looking bear of a man
seemed to know him and was treating him like a close relative.
“Master Dirk has
your bike at his shop. He’s the top Harley mechanic in Southern
California. He’s checking it out and tuning it for you.” I told
him. He hugged Big Dirk again and thanked him. He had
Dirk’s heart in the palm of his hand. Allen came over, kissed him
and gently hugged him.
“Your last
Master?” Allen asked knowingly. Will nodded sadly. “Won’t happen
in this family, trust me, kid.” Will smiled to hear that.
Allen went to take his clothes off.
Bull and Charlie
were the next to arrive and Will was really taken by the two of them.
He couldn’t believe Charlie was a slave. Charlie was a different
man. He carried himself proudly, and had much more self
confidence. He was beginning to bloom as a slave. He was much
more self-assured with his Master. He learned Bull wasn’t going to
arbitrarily dump him if he made mistakes in learning to be a
slave. He could deal with the aspect of punishment for his
mistakes, but he couldn’t abide the thought of losing Bull. Their
relationship was secure for many, many years.
When Will went
through the ritual with big Bull he was shaking. He was actually
frightened by Bull. Bull fell to his knees and looked at Will. With
tears in his eyes Bull spoke softly to Will,
“Good thing I
wasn’t there to see that guy do this to you, Son, he’d be dead right
now and I’d be in jail. Now, stop your shaking and give this old man a
good kiss. Show me some love, Boy.” Will stopped shaking and
threw his arms around Bull's neck and kissed him passionately. I think
he was surprised Bull didn’t hold back.
Big Beryl and
Blaine arrived next. Will was so glad to see them he almost hurt
himself getting to his knees in front of Master Beryl. After the
ritual Beryl helped him up and held him.
“Glad to see
you’re feeling better, youngster. You had us worried there
for a while.” Will kept hugging and kissing Beryl. Beryl fell in
love with him just like the rest of us. When Blaine came out of
the bedroom with his clothes off Will was kind of shocked. I
warned Will, but either he forgot or it was a bigger shock than he
anticipated. Blaine simply walked up, took his hand, and put it
right on his cunt.
“My old man,
over there, wanted me to have a cunt. That’s why I’m this way, Will. I
don’t regret it for a minute. I’m his slave, and I want to please him.”
Will smiled and asked innocently.
“How does it
feel when you’re getting fucked by your Master, Blaine?”
“It’s the only
way I can come, Will, and that old man fucks me so good he gets me off
every time. It feels fucking wonderful to have him up there
inside me rooting around. It gives him one more hole to pleasure him.
Isn’t that what a slave’s for?”
“Oh, yes,
Blaine, I’m almost envious.” Blaine hugged him and kissed him.
“Well,— later
this weekend I’ll tell you the ‘hole’ story.” Blaine laughed. Will
wasn’t so surprised by Allen.
Then everyone
began to arrive. Master Bert, Oscar and Billy arrived. I
prepared Will and he handled them better than Blaine for some reason.
In fact he was turned on by Billy just like I was. I told him who Billy
was and he remembered him from the muscle magazines.
“Clancey McGee.
I can’t get over it. It’s really him. I jacked off to his picture
many times, Beau.”
Sarge came
stomping in puffing on a big stogie with Titus on a leash. Button ran
to them and fell to his knees in front of Sarge. He completed the
ritual, Sarge grabbed him up in his arms, hugged and kissed him. Titus
did the same. Button was in heaven with the two of them there.
Sarge came over to me and let me go through the ritual with him, hugged
and kissed me hard.
“It’s damn good
to see you, slave. How ya’ been, stud?”
“Fine, you
sweet old man.” I said laughing.
“Shhhhh! Don’t
spread that around.” He said with a wink. I hugged and kissed Titus.
“And, who do we
have here?” Master Zack showed up behind Will with his hand on
his shoulder
“Sarge, may I
present the family’s newest slave, Will.” Master Zack snapped his
fingers at Will to kneel. He completed the ritual, Sarge hugged
and kissed him gently.
“If I’d a’ been
there when this happen to you, Son, your ex-Master would be one dead
motherfucker.” Will was impressed, hugged and kissed Titus as
well. He was really impressed by Titus. More family was arriving
by the hour. This made a huge impression on Will.
“All these folks
are your family, Beau?”
“Correction,
Will,— our family. They’re your family, now, as well.”
I saw a Harley
pull up out front I recognized. It was Breed and the big man next to
him on a big chopped hog was Joshua Cochran. God, he was better looking
than I remembered. No wonder Breed gave up being a Master to become his
slave. Dick or no dick, he was one rough, rugged, handsome, mean
looking, son of a bitch. My heart flew to my throat. I didn’t
tell Will about Josh Cochran. I didn’t bring his cock along. It was
still in my Master saddle bags on his bike. As if an answer to an
unspoken prayer Master Earl pulled up next to Breed and greeted him. I
watched as Breed introduced his new Master Josh Cochran. Josh snapped
his fingers at Breed to kneel before Master Earl. He went through the
ritual with my Master, then they kissed and hugged. They walked
into the house, Breed saw me, ran to me to hug and kiss me. He looked
at Will.
“Blake?”
“Yes, Breed,
it’s me.” Breed gently hugged, kissed Will and they cried in each
others arms.
“I heard you
Master did this to you, Will.” Breed choked out looking at Will
and remembering his violence toward Yoshie. It cut through his
soul like a knife.
“Yes, Sir,
Breed.”
“Oh God,
brother, I’m so sorry. You can’t know how sorry I am.”
Breed hugged and kissed Will again.
“I’m better
now. Beau’s taking good care of me and I have lots of fine men
who are showing me love.”
“They’re all
good men, especially Beau. He saved my ass in Nam. Our
family will take care of you, Will. Trust them, brother.
They’ve done wonders for me. By the way, my new Master is your old
platoon leader, Joshua Cochran.” Will went white.
“Oh, my God, I
heard he died. We both got shot up at the same time, and they sent me
home.” cried Will.
Josh Cochran
walked up with my Master. I fell to my knees to perform the ritual with
my Master. I was all ready crying because he arrived at the same time.
Wes to the rescue again. I fell to my knees again in front of Josh
Cochran and couldn’t kiss his boots, I started sobbing so hard. The
next thing I knew he was on his knees holding me. Through my tears I
kept telling him,
“Master
Cochran,— Josh, I’m so sorry. I’m so ashamed. I’m so fucking ashamed. I
failed you, Sir! Oh God, Master Cochran, I failed you. Forgive me,
please. Oh God, I beg you to forgive me. I hurt inside so bad,
Master Cochran. It hurts!”
The fucking gut
wrenching pain came back. It was the worst pain I’ve experienced in my
life. From the bottom of my gut there was a pit that opened that
was trying to swallow my soul. I felt for a minute it just might. I
could see his handsome, masculine face that day I cauterized his wound.
Even though I shot him up with morphine and gave him a joint of killer
weed he was still in agony. In the field you learned to improvise. We
really didn’t have time to do a lot of patching because of the sheer
number of wounded.
You did what you
could and some you just had to leave behind. Cauterizing a wound in the
field was hard because you had no source of heat to sear the flesh.
Some guys took to smoking cigars as a last stop measure to cauterize
small areas. Trouble was the blood would most times put out the
stogie. I complained to a buddy of mine who sent me a small, thick
plastic disk about the size of a fifty cent piece with concentric
circles running around one side. He explained it was a miniature
‘Fresnel Lens’ that concentrated the sun’s rays to several thousand
degrees centigrade almost instantly.
It would start a
fire in a solid block of wood in seconds. I kept it on my dog tags
constantly for just such an occasion. I could aim the beam and
watch as the heat cauterized the flesh just to the point of ceasing the
blood flow. I basically cooked his flesh around the area.
It worked fast and was efficient. Many field corpsmen
learned from me and wore them. Before I started working on him,
he asked my name.
“Rabbit, Sir,
Ber’Rabbit!”
“No, Son, your
real name.”
“Beau, Sir.”
“Beau, kiss me!
That’s an order, Son!” I kissed him on the cheek.
“Don’t be
afraid, Son,— to get through this together, I need your love right now,
so Goddamn it, Beau, kiss me!” I kissed that beautiful man like he
would be the last man I ever kissed on this Earth. I let him know
in that kiss I was going to hurt him beyond anything he could imagine.
Tears were coming to my eyes and his, too. We stopped and he
could see I was embarrassed. My face turned beet red.
“Don’t be
embarrassed, Son,— I ordered you to do it! Anyone give’s you any shit
or says anything bad you tell 'em I forced you. And buy the way,
Beau,— thanks.”
As I held the
lens he knew what I was doing and the pain in that area of his body
made it excruciating. He never once cried out. He never even
winced. I thought he was going into shock. He wasn’t. I wanted to
scream for him. I wanted to hit him to make him scream. I hated what I
was having to do to this big, beautiful man. I hated him for not
screaming. I hated me for having to cook the flesh of his body
while his cock lay limp and dying by the minute in the pocket of my
field jacket. Still, I burned to stop the bleeding. Tears came to
my eyes and clouded my vision as I was working.
He saw me in
pain. He saw me wipe away the tears so I could see what I was doing.
The tears wouldn’t stop coming. The big son of a bitch reached out and
gently placed his hand on my shoulder to calm me. He moved it behind my
head to rub me and gently squeezed the back of my neck. Lt.
Cochran spoke slightly above a whisper,
“It’s horrible,
Beau, but it happened. You’re saving my life. Be strong for me,
brother. Be strong for both of us. Save my life, Beau. I can live
without a cock.” I immediately pulled myself together and
finished. I didn’t have time to indulge my soul in grieving nor
the luxury of tears. He was the strong one. He will always be the
greatest hero of my life. What can you say of any man who could endure
such pain and reach out to another in distress. Christ was
reported to have done so on the cross. Joshua Cochran did it in the
stinking jungles of Vietnam. For his simple act of courage I loved him
then and the love I still felt for him today came pouring out of every
pore of my body. I will carry the love and honor I have for that man
every day of my life. I would gladly hang every fucking medal I have
around his neck to show my respect.
“Beau! Beau!
Beau! My sweet baby brother. It wasn’t your fault. You did what you
could. They damn near court marshaled your ass for saving me, and
you’re asking my forgiveness? What’s wrong with this picture, Beau? It
was their fault for not caring, and you couldn’t make them care. The
nurses told me the trouble you got yourself into for me. I’m so
grateful just to be alive, my brother. I wouldn’t be alive if it
weren’t for you, Beau. You got yourself into a mess of trouble trying
to get even one of those asshole doctors to at least try to re-attach
my dick.
The nurses
showed me the regs, Son. They spoke in revered whispers, repeated to me
every word and every name you called those fucking doctors. You not
only were a hero to me but those nurses idolized you. They knew the
minute they got a patient from the field if you were the one to take
care of the man. They whispered your name in reverence behind the backs
of those doctors. You were a pain in the doctor's ass's but the nurses
loved you. When I read those fuckin’ field regs I couldn’t believe it.
Fighting for my country, my ass.” He exclaimed with tears streaming
down his handsome face.
“You were the
only one of my fucking, fellow countrymen who fought for me or ever
gave a shit about me, and for that, I will be eternally
grateful.” He cried as hard as I did or harder. Breed was crying, Will
took Josh’s hand and Josh pulled him and Breed into our small circle.
Blaine came up and Chief who just arrived. We were all crying our
hearts out. Josh recognized Will and hugged him next. He spoke to
Will.
“You’re
the only person out of my platoon I ever cared to see again and here
you are. How can that be? Blaine, Chief? Beau, Breed? Will, and Breed
told me Cowboy is a member of your family? What’s going on here?”
“We may have an
explanation for you and Breed a little later when you have a chance to
unwind.” said Master Earl.
We continued to
cry and hold each other. There was not a dry eye in the
house. Master Zack was behind Will and me, with his arms around
us. My Master, Master Jim, Big Beryl, Bull, Charlie, Sarge and Titus
were all surrounding us, enveloping us with their arms and love. It was
one of the most emotional, powerful moments of my life, and I was
determined to get rid of the hurt. The pain in my gut kept twisting
around like it was caught in the wheel of a bike. You couldn’t get it
loose and knew at any moment you were going to die.
At that moment I
didn’t care, I only knew I could find release in Joshua Cochran’s big,
loving, forgiving arms and I was going to take advantage of it. I
couldn’t keep doing this to myself. I couldn’t keep living with
the pain. I suddenly realized my fear of him was because he embodied
the horror of those years. I carried a part of him around with me. I
had no peace, no resolution of the dominant to the tonic, because that
part of him had no resolution.
I very well
could have died from that pain it hurt so badly. I finally grabbed my
gut, and fell into a fetal position with Josh still holding me.
Soothing me. Everyone had a hand on us to heal and add their flow of
love and understanding into all of us. It was working. I saw the empty
faces of hundreds of beautiful young men of all colors and backgrounds
pass before my mind. I knew I was saying goodbye to each of them once
more for the final time and ask that they please, please, say a prayer
for me because I just ain’t that good. I need all the fucking help I
can get. Please forgive me, I just couldn’t keep them alive
anymore. It was just too much. I had to let go. I had to let go to
live. I started saying out loud,
“I have to let
go. I must let go. I can’t keep you alive anymore. I have to go on.
Please let me go. I loved you all but please, please let me go.”
They all gave me
the thumbs up, a heartbreaking warm smile and waved goodbye as they
turned and walked away together. They were going. They were good men.
Everyone more beautiful than the next. The pride of a generation. The
seed of tomorrow,— stilled. They didn’t want to see me suffer any more.
They loved me. They loved me for being there for them in their final
moments. They only wanted me know they loved and appreciated me for
caring. I watched them walk into the mist and I was alone. Alone. I
couldn’t see another face. They were gone. I was alone. I was free. My
stomach stopped hurting. I stopped crying. I looked up into the tear
stained face of Josh Cochran and kissed him gently on the lips. He
kissed me back. Then he held me tight and rocked me back and forth in
his big arms.
“Thank God, it’s
over for you, Beau. I felt the moment you let go. Let them go, Beau!
They’re at peace. You be at peace. Let them sleep now. Leave them to
their rest.”
Part III ~ And
He Shall Be Made Whole
We collected
ourselves and I asked the Dungeon Master if I could have a stiff drink.
He said he’d get it for me. He asked Zack for anything with vodka. A
double shot. Everyone else had a drink, too, except Will. I
wouldn’t let him drink while taking medication. He wasn’t
disappointed.
I saw Master
Earl ask Master Zack where I would be staying the night. He brought a
couple of my things he wanted to leave for me. He told me later
he wasn’t coming until tomorrow morning to let Zack have a comfortable
evening with me, but Wes told him to come and bring the ‘Baby.’ He
planned to keep a low profile. I told him his timing couldn’t be more
perfect, and I would let Master Zack know. I was totally his for
tonight. Zack showed him to his bed room where I would be staying. I
went to him.
“Master Zack?”
“What, my
handsome slave” He watched my dick get hard.
“I see I still
got it, kid.” He laughed.
“You always
will, Master Zack. You keep calling me ‘slave’ the way you do, and I’m
butter on you toast.” We both laughed again.
“Now what did
you need, slave?”
“Could I have
your permission to take Breed and Blaine into your bedroom and lock the
door for a few minutes. I think you know why.”
“I sure do. Of
course, Son. I’ll tell anybody who tries to go in there it’s occupied.
Go for it, slave, and God bless. By the way you sneaky so’n so, he’s
for me, isn’t he?”
“Who, Master
Zack?” I couldn’t help but smile.
“Slave, I’m
gonna’ take my belt to you right in front of these folks.”
“But, Master
Zack, that’s not the studded one.” I whimpered.
“You damn well
know, who.”
“Why, Master
Zack, do you think I’d bring him to tempt you?” I smiled real big. I
couldn’t lie to the man. “Yes, Master Zack, he’s yours, if you want
him. Get to know him. Talk to the Dungeon Master. Will is his slave.
Well,— really, the family’s slave. Will doesn’t know you’re the Master
he’s intended for, ut he thinks you’re the most handsome man he’s ever
laid eyes on. I couldn’t help but agree with him, the kid has damn good
taste.” Master Zack roared with laughter.
“You won’t
believe the story we have to tell you about his rescue.” I Added.
“Yes, I would
believe anything you told me, slave. I swear to,...well, you know.”
Blaine came by to check on me. I whispered in his ear to bring
Breed to the first bedroom. Make sure you get his Master’s
approval, and make up any lame excuse. Just you, me and Breed. He
knew why I wanted him and just said, “Gotcha’!” Then winked. I went to
Master Zack’s bedroom and there in my bag my Master placed the
styrofoam box. Blaine brought Breed, who was now naked with
a new collar and looked great.
“Lock the door,
Blaine, I have Master Zack’s permission.” Blaine locked the door.
“Breed you look
hotter as a slave than you did a Master.”
“I second that,
you handsome dog.” said Blaine. He just smiled from ear to ear.
“Sit on the bed
for a minute. I have a present for you like no present you have ever
received nor will ever receive again.” Breed sat and Blaine sat as
close to him as he could. I got the box.
“Sorry,
sweetheart, we didn’t have time to gift wrap it. Be very careful
opening it because it’s priceless.”
“What did you
guys get me?” He was so excited. He slowly untied the ribbons holding
the two pieces together and slowly parted the two halves. It didn’t hit
him for a minute until he lifted it out of the box and held it to the
light.
“This isn’t,— ?”
I slowly nodded my head and smiled.
“I’ve carried it
around with me for years. I cast it into a larger block of acrylic, but
a friend of mine’s dad carved it into its present shape. What do
you think? Do you think it would upset him too much to get it back?”
“Oh, Hell, no.
Are you kidding, he would love it! You don’t know what a strong man he
is. He would love to know you cared enough to do this. He thinks
the world of you, Beau. You can do no wrong in my Master’s
eyes. We share that in common. We both think you’re the
best thing that ever happened to us.”
“My friend and I
drilled a small hole in the back end of it. We carefully
counter sunk a smaller hole and screwed in a small eye hook. We tied a
leather thong through the eye hook, so if any one wanted to use it as a
dildo they could shove it in all the way and retrieve it easily.” I
carefully explained to Breed.
“Do you think I
could wear it?” Breed asked.
“Have you
cleaned out.”
“Yes,— I did
before we left home. He sometimes lets someone fuck me for his
pleasure.”
“We’ll insert it
for you, but you can’t give it to him without the people who love you
both present. Promise me!” Breed promised.
“Wear it around
for a while and enjoy your secret. It will come to me how to break the
idea to him I managed to save it. We’ll see his reaction. Then we
can go from there.”
Breed hit the
position and we found some KY in Master Zack’s night stand. We
lubricated his ass and inserted it really well. Breed took it
like a trooper, and he didn’t even complain when I seated it. There was
just enough of the leather thong sticking out of his ass it would be
easily retrieve; however it wasn’t visible.
“Damn, I knew I
picked the right man!” Exclaimed Breed. “He feels so damn good up
there, I just may not give it to him.” He laughed. “This it
incredible! It’s simply unbelievable! He will be thrilled! How
can I thank you guys?”
“Just make damn
sure we’re all there, and let me do the talking.”
“I will! Sounds
hot to me as well.” We left the bedroom and went back into the living
room. He rejoined his Master. Master Zack gave me a questioning look.
“He’s wearing
it.” I said softly to him. He smiled real big and nodded.
“Perfect.” He
said. Blaine and I made the rounds and told everyone. Breed told me
Josh wasn’t shy about being nude in front of people. He did it all the
time. They managed to save his testicles. Breed says he could suck on
those all night. Later Josh and Breed joined the rest of us in the
larger hot pool. The pool was full all around.
Bull, Charlie,
Sarge, Titus, my two Masters. Chief had Will sitting in his lap so he
didn’t get his bandages wet. Button, Oscar, Billy, Master Beryl,
Blaine, Dirk, Allen, Master Zack and Button. No one said a word about
Josh’s missing dick. They were all so use to, Zane, Blaine, Oscar,
Billy and Allen that it was nothing to them. The fact he chose to be a
Master never entered their mind. Josh was pleasant and well met. He had
an upbeat sense of humor and readily joined in the conversation. Josh
was curious about what happened to his dick.
“I know you put
my cock in your pocket, and tried like hell to get those damn doctors
to sew it back on. Did they just shit can it?”
“If I tell you
will you keep an open mind?”
“Of course! You
know it, bro!”
“One of my
favorite nurses retrieved it from the trash, put it in a small paper
bag, sent me word she wanted to see me, hugged, kissed me and slipped
it in my pocket. I took it back to my small room. I was so angry and
frustrated I wanted it to have love one last time, and your cock was a
nice one. I pulled two rubbers over it, tied a string to the rubbers,
KY’d my ass and shoved it up as far as I could get it.” Everyone
was going nuts laughing. Josh was laughing the hardest. “Then I
went and fucked the holy Hell out of Wes. He told me it was the best
fucking I ever gave him and wanted to know what got into me?” I
had to stop they were laughing so hard.
“I thought to
myself, ‘Oh bro, if’n you only knew.’” Josh was laughing his ass
off. So was everyone else. They finally settled down and I
continued my story.
"Then the worst
part, Josh, I beg your forgiveness,— I slept with it up my ass all
night long.” He laughed again.
“Thanks, Beau,
that’s a wonderful story.” I saw the Dungeon Master wink and smile like
‘I told you so.’ “That’s priceless knowing my dick had one last night
of having someone love it. It makes it twice as sweet it was you, bro.
In essence, you’re the last man I ever fucked.” Everyone laughed at his
joke.
“There’s more.”
I said quietly. He looked at me funny. “Remember those monkey pod
coffee tables everyone was making in the shop, pouring them with
that acrylic plastic.”
“Yeah, I made
one. My mom’s still got it.”
“I made a small
box about two inches by two inches a little longer than your cock and,—
”
“You didn’t,— ?”
“I did. I’ve
carried it around for years hoping against hope I would find you one
day.”
“My God, where
is it, Beau?”
“There’s more.”
“Tell me for
God’s sake!”
“The dad of a
close friend of mine is an artist at carving acrylic figures, he
took the block and carved it to a tolerance of a quarter inch all
around it. He is a master artist and he transformed it into a
work of art. A piece of art made into a dildo with your cock
inside.”
“My God, Beau,
where is it now?”
“Close by,— in a
safe place.” Everyone giggled as I smiled at Breed. He gave me
the okay sign behind Josh’s back.
“How close is
close?” Josh asked, beginning to see I was toying with him.
“Within reaching
distance.” Breed was laughing his ass off and so was everyone
else.
“May I see it?”
“Sure, but
first, you’ll have to pull it out of your slave’s ass.” He smiled like
I was yanking his chain and looked at his slave. Breed smiled real big
at his Master and slowly nodded his head affirmative.
“That’s right,
Master, you’re fucking me, even as we speak.”
“Beau, you
clever son of a bitch, come here, you asshole.” I jumped into his
waiting arms. He hugged, kissed me held me close, and started
crying again.
“This is too
fucking much. You mean to tell me I’m fucking my slave right now,— this
very minute,— with my own dick?”
“That’s right,
Master Josh.” I said through my tears.
“I’d like to see
any other Master here do that.” He laughed and every one laughed with
him.
“Master, I
promised they could watch when you pulled it out. Then would my good
Master consider putting it back in his slave for safe keeping. That way
you’ll always know where it is.” Everyone roared with laughter at
Breed. He was cute. Josh Cochran started crying again in my arms.
“Beau, you have
no idea what this means to me. I not only owe you my life, I will love
you the rest of your days or mine,— but this,— Beau,— there isn’t
a medal important enough to pin on you. Talk about above and
beyond the call of duty. It was the supreme act of compassion and
thoughtfulness. Am I right, gentlemen?” They all agreed with
Master Josh.
“Your kiss would
be the greatest honor you could give me, Master Cochran.”
“Not just a
kiss, my sweet man,— the kiss you gave me that day. I’ll give it
back to you now.” Josh took me in his huge arms and started
kissing me until I thought I was gonna’ pass out. It translated
to my soul the joy, the humility, the overwhelming pride he felt for me
that I thought enough of him to keep a part of his body safe all
these years. Not a word was spoken in the spa. Everyone, felt it
was a sacred moment between two men who, hand in hand, walked up to
death and smelled the foul odor of his breath; yet, lived to share this
sacred moment. We stopped and he held me for a moment.
“I couldn’t have
lived through the pain if it wasn’t for your love, Beau. That was
more important to me than the morphine or pot. You didn’t hold
back that day. You poured your strength and love into me because
you knew I needed it. No greater love could a man have than to
give another man, a fallen comrade, his unconditional love. You
are truly a unique human being, Beau, and I will love you to my last
breath.”
“It’s only by
your strength and help I was able to let go of so much a while ago. You
have repaid me in kind.” I told Josh.
“Well,— lets go
do it, Gentlemen, I wanna’ see my cock again after all these years. I
agree with, Beau, it was a nice one.”
“Still is,
Master!” Breed allowed
We proceeded to
Master Zack’s dungeon. It was in a basement and was almost as big
as the upstairs of the house. Basements in the desert are
unusual. It was perfectly equipped with two slings facing each
other. One could only imagine why he would have slings in that
arrangement. His dungeons was painted the usual black. The floor had
large rubber mats over the proper areas of play. There were
closed cabinets and open shelves to display some of his collection of
toys. There were peg boards with prominently displayed whips, harnesses
and various paddles. I thought to myself, ‘I hope he brings me down
here.’
Master Josh
ordered Breed into a sling and Breed hopped in. He threw his legs
to the supporting chains on the side. Master Zack handed Josh a
clean towel and then Josh saw the two small leather thongs sticking out
of Breed’s ass. He started laughing.
“You guys
thought of everything.” He smiled and winked at me as the played
with the leather thong at Breed’s ass. “This is why you disappeared
with Blaine earlier this evening. You’re forgiven for misleading
me. I don’t think I’ve ever received a nicer wrapped present. I
certainly is unique.” Everyone laughed. He began to pull on the leather
thongs and it popped out into the clean towel. He looked at it
for a moment and slowly turned to me.
“You’ve turned
my cock into a work of art. This is fucking beautiful, Beau. He
handed it to Breed and lunged for my arms, hugging and kissing me. He
started crying again.
“How can I thank
you, Beau? What can I say?”
“Just fuck me
with it sometime while Breed watches.” Everyone laughed.
“You got it,
bro. I remember a story of how the last Emperor of China’s house
men were caught stealing and selling the household goods of the
Emperor. They cut their dicks and balls off for punishment, but gave
them back to them in small boxes so they might be buried whole. I
wondered about that custom until today. Now, I know the feeling of
having that part of me back. Not only did you save my life, Beau,
you’ve made me whole again. There are no words to express what I’m
feeling at this moment. I’m truly blessed to have found you again, and
I will never, ever let you go.”
“Here! Here!”
Everyone said. He examined it carefully and shook his head in disbelief.
“My slave has
the best idea. It’s the safest place to carry it, and I’ll always know
where it is.” Everyone agreed with him, “Pucker up, slave,
Daddy’s coming home.” Everyone laughed with him as he deftly slipped it
back into Breed. Breed was grinning from ear to ear.
“This is truly
an answer to a wish I made last night with Breed. I told him I
wished I still had my cock because it was a nice one and would fuck him
good. It’s not quite the same sensation, but it comes damn close.
He’s still getting fucked by my cock.”
“You feel mighty
good too, Dad. Thank you, Master.”
I was so
relieved it turned out well I sought out Master Zack.
Part IV~The Whip
Master
“Master Zack
could this unworthy slave request you consider something, Sir?”
“Name it, slave.”
“This slave
needs to have his ass whipped tonight in your dungeon to bring me down
to Earth.”
“It probably
would do us both a world of good. I’ll certainly consider your request
slave. Let me see what I can do. I think Button may want to stay with
Sarge and Titus tonight. Let me ask them if they’ll take him for me. He
loves to stay with them.”
“Do you want an
audience, slave? A select few? One?” he asked me.
“You’re
referring to Will aren’t you Master?” He got a grin on his face like a
kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Well,— yes.”
said Master Zack.
“Master Zack I
will obey you whatever you choose. Do you think it might frighten
him?”
“It’s what I am,
slave,— you know that. I don’t want another Button. I love him dearly,
but I can count on one hand the number of times we’ve ever played down
here. If it scares the kid then I don’t want him.”
“Understandable.”
I replied thoughtfully.
“I want a slave
who can hit the ground running or at least is not afraid for me to
train him.”
“I don’t think
you’ll have that problem with Will, Master Zack. I get the feeling, in
your hands, you can shape him to be the total slave you need. I’ve said
too much. I don’t want to influence you. Could this unworthy slave ask
a favor, Master?”
“What is it,
slave?”
“If you want him
to watch. You be the one to invite him, and tell him the truth about
some of the things you plan to do. Let him know I requested
whipping. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
“Perfectly
clear, and it make total sense. That way he can understand I won’t hide
anything from him and give him a choice.”
“Thank you for
understanding, Master Zack. If that little shit gets you for a
Master he will have one of the finest Master’s in this family.”
“You’re
prejudiced slave ‘cause you love me.”
“I wouldn’t deny
that in front of my Masters, Sir. Besides, I’ve all ready told them I
love you. Funny thing was, they said they did, too!”
“Let’s play it
by ear and see how it goes. I’ll feel him out, slave.”
We were alone in
the dungeon. He flipped out his beautiful cock and ordered me to suck
him off. Damn, he was hot. I did all the preliminary love making to his
cock and balls, then he gave me permission to take him. I eased him
into my mouth. I just let it set there for a minute, then gently
started sucking on him. Finally, I took one long hit on him and he
shot. Lots of thick, ropey, good, hot Master come. I sucked and sucked
getting it all out of him. I slowly swallowed my prize. He has a
distinct strong masculine flavor unique to him. I could get hooked on
Master Zack's come. “Thank you,
Master,— how’d ju’ know I needed that?”
“‘Cause I did. I
figured you’d appreciate a little feeding.”
“Damn good,
Master Zack, thanks again, Sir. This slave is yours for the
weekend. I know my Master. He’s going to thank you for offering, but
he’s going to send me right back to you.”
“I must offer,
slave. He’s my brother and you’re his intended.”
“Oh, I’m not
saying don’t offer, I’m just telling you what I think he’ll do. I could
be wrong.”
“Well,— one
bridge at a time.” Will was sitting on a bar stool having a soda
and talking with Bull and Charlie. They became quite fond of
Will. Bull was telling him he and Charlie were straight buddies
for years until several weekends ago at Big Beryl and Blaine’s place
they decided to get rid of the bitches and live together as Master and
slave. Will was no longer afraid of Bull and told him all about his
rescue. I came up behind him and started listening to their
conversation. Bull looked up at me.
“You never cease
to blow us away, kid. What next? How can you top this one? All
kidding aside that was pretty fucking moving, Beau.”
“I agree!” said
Charlie, “I got tears in my eyes several times.”
“Me, too, Beau.
That was pretty fucking awesome.” agreed Will
“Thanks, sprout.
How’re you doing? You getting tired? Do you need another pain
pill?”
“Maybe, before I
go to bed. Where am I gonna’ stay, Beau? With my Master?”
“Don’t know yet.
You have any preferences?” Sarge and Titus walked up to talk to
Bull and Charlie, and they weren’t paying attention to our conversation.
“Yeah, I know
where I’d like to sleep tonight.”
“Tell you what.
I’ll write who I think you want to sleep with on this piece on paper
and then you tell me. If they match, it just may happen. Okay, sprout,
I’m ready, shoot!”
“I’d love to
sleep in Master Zack’s arms, but I know you’re his slave for the
weekend.”
“Bingo!” I
handed him the piece of paper, he opened it and read “Master Zack.”
“But he HAS a
slave, Beau, I don’t want to be a trouble maker. I ain’t a home
wrecker. I wouldn’t feel comfortable.”
“Why don’t you
let Master Zack worry about that. After all he is the host Master and
I’m his slave for the weekend. You’re under my care, even if I am a
slave, and that means you probably will have to stay with me. Would
that be okay with you?”
“You bet your
ass, it would.”
“If Master Zack
asks you if you would like to watch him work me over tonight would you
be frightened. He’ll likely use a whip or two on me, but keep in mind I
asked him to. He’s a fine Whip Master who knows how to use a whip and
have you begging for more.”
“Really? Brad
use to whip me all the time, but he just wanted to hurt me.”
“Master Zack
would never injure you but you sure as Hell would walk away knowing you
had the best. He made me come with five licks from an eighteen
foot black snake bull whip.”
“I’d love to be
whipped by someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“You think you
might want to watch him tonight? I think he’s going to ask you.”
“Really? You
don’t mind?”
“Of course not.
He likes you, Will. You should have seen the look he gave me when
he saw your ass sticking out of your chaps. Woah!”
“Oh God, Beau,
is the Master you have in mind for me as nice as Master Zack?”
“Every bit as
good, he’s a fine man, Will.”
“I feel funny
about Button.”
“What if Master
Zack made a claim for you to become his second slave. Could you be good
to Button?”
“I think
so. He seems kind of simple. I don’t mean to be cruel.”
“No, I know what
you mean and you’re right, but could you be good to him?”
“To have Master
Zack as my Master? I damn sure think about it.”
“Well, let’s see
how it goes.” The night was moving on and people began to retire
to their rooms or camp sites. Around the big rocks there were
various campfires contained in pits with big rocks around them. Master
Zack didn’t have to ask Sarge and Titus. Button ran up to his
Master and told him,
“Sarge and Titus
have asked if I could stay with them tonight. Could I Master? Please!”
“Well, let me
talk to Sarge and clear it with him.” Sarge walked in the house
about that time.
“Okay if Button
stays with us tonight, Zack?”
“Sure, on your
best behavior, young man, understand?”
“Yes, Master
Zack, thank you, Sir.” He hugged and kissed his Master.
Master Zack saw Will sitting at the bar and approached him. He looked
him in the eye.
“You will stay
with Beau and I tonight. I cleared it with your Master. You have
to stay with Beau because he’s taking care of you. He’s my slave
tonight. Would you like to be my slave tonight, too, Son?”
“With all my
heart, Master Zack. I’ve never met a man like you. I think Beau has
someone else in mind for me, but— ”
“Tell, Master
Zack, Son, you can tell me anything and I’ll understand.”
“Do you believe
in love at first sight, Master Zack?”
“Sure do,— firm
believer,— in fact it happened to me today.”
“Me, too, Sir.”
“Who did you
fall in love with, Son?” Will looked deep into Master Zack’s dark
brown eyes. A tear fell from Will’s eye.
“You, Sir.” Zack
took him gently in his arms, and kissed him with a kiss only a Master
can give his slave when he's trying to communicate his love and passion.
“Now, do you
know who I fell in love with, slave?”
“Me, Sir?”
“Bright boy, I
like that in my slaves.”
“What am I
gonna’ do Master Zack? Beau has someone else in mind for me and you
have Button. I don’t wanna’ to be a trouble maker. I ain’t that kind a’
man. I couldn’t live with myself. As much as I want you and how I
feel about chu,’ if I thought I was gonna’ be the cause of someone’s
pain, I just have ta’ walk away, Sir.”
“I had a feeling
you were that kind of man, Will. You don’t know how much I
respect you for that. It tells me you have a good and worthy
heart. One I don’t intend to let get away; however, for all that, do
you think that’s something a slave should worry about if a Master tells
him he loves him and will make it work. Shouldn’t you trust your Master
if you love him?”
“Yes, Sir,
you’re right. Forgive me, Master Zack. I’m five days out of a horrible
relationship, and I’m still a little gun shy.”
“Jesus, Son,
that’s to be expected, but if you truly think you could love me and
wanna’ try, lets give it a shot after you begin to heal a little
more. I’ll ride up’n visit you in L.A. We’ll make
arrangements with the Dungeon Master for you to spend some time here
with me and Button. I wouldn’t expect you to make up your mind right
away. Three, six, eight months. However long it takes to win your
heart, I’m a’ tell’n you right now, young’un, I’ll do my
damnedest. I’ll do it, too!” Zack looked strongly at Will,
smiled and winked at him.
“You all ready
have my heart, Master Zack.” Master Zack gently took Will’s leash and
led him to his bedroom where I was waiting. I was in the shower
cleaning myself and put my leathers on. Master Zack walked in with Will
on his leash.
“Will’s gonna’
stay with us tonight, slave.”
“Yes,
Master Zack. He should stay close to me. Are you in any pain, Will?”
“It’s starting
to hurt a little, Beau. Maybe, before I go to sleep, I’ll take a
pill. Master Zack would you consider letting me stay here and go
to bed. I’m tired and not really feeling all that good right now.”
“Sure, slave, I
want you to get well quickly. I want to be able to use you as soon as
possible. I’m willing to wait, Son.” He took Will in his arms and
kissed him gently. Will smiled at him.
“Beau, can you
give me a pill? I’m starting to hurt pretty bad.”
“Sure, sprout!
I’ll get it for you.” I got his pill and gave it to him, he
settled down and was asleep before we left for the dungeon.
“You’re in love,
Master Zack.” I accused him, chuckling on the way to the dungeon.
He practically glowed in the dark.
“You ain’t
fool’n me for a minute, slave, you planned it this a’ way.”
“Sorry, Sir,—
this one was none of my doing. I just told you something would happen
to change your life for the better. The real mover behind this is
Wes.” I proceeded to tell him the story of Wes coming to me and Blaine
the same night in dreams telling us the same thing. If we didn’t
go to the bar that afternoon a good man would be killed and the queen
that kills him would get off scott-free. Wes and Will were good
friends in Nam. He wanted better for Will, and he hoped it will
be you. He told me that anyway. You don’t have to worry about
Button either. In six to eight months Sarge will approach you to buy
Button to become their domestic slave, but more than that in reality.
They both will become his Masters. He’ll be happier with them, because
they have each other, and are looking for a kid to spoil and train.
They’re all ready in love with him. If you take Will on as your second
slave, even though you both will be good to Button they’ll feel like
he’s being neglected and offer to buy him. Could you let him go?”
“Would you think
me terrible if I said 'yes.'”
“No, not at all.
Everyone knows what you’ve been through. You did your best. Besides, he
knows you’re not happy, and that hurts. It ud’ be better for him
if he can be where he can be productive, loved, protected and get
spoiled rotten by those two.” Master Zack laughed.
“They’re two
good men. They’re family; I wouldn’t mind giving him up to them
if he wants to go.”
We entered the
dungeon, and he flipped some switches that made the dungeon into a
stage for recreation. The spots and indirect lights added a touch of
mystery to his dungeon that said, 'A Master dwells herein.' He
snapped his fingers for me to kneel in front of him. I did quickly and
kissed each of his boots. I found his hand waiting, kissed the back of
it and placed it against my forehead. He didn’t tell me to rise.
“You’ve entered
my dungeon as my slave. You’re my slave for tonight, and I will
use you as I need. You have no needs in my dungeon, slave,— is
that understood?”
My dick was hard
as a rock when I answered him.
“Completely,
Master. I have no needs in your dungeon. I am here for your pleasure
only, Sir. May you find me worthy, Master.”
He didn’t tell
me to rise. He simply held his palm open and slightly down in
front of me. I reached down with my mouth and took my leash which
was laying across his boots and put it in his hand. He patted me
behind my head like a good boy.
“Rise and follow
your Master, slave.”
Master Zack was
all ready dressed for the dungeon with his cod piece leather pants, a
handsome pair of knee high, heavy boots, a beautiful leather vest and
his Master’s cap. He was stunning. He was hot. He sat me down on
a bench and went to his cabinets and brought back a full leather hood.
He put it over my head and fitted it to be comfortable; then
laced it tightly up the back. It had snaps near the eyes for an eye
piece to cover and cut off his slave’s sight.
He led me to a
standing stock in the form of a ‘T’. My head fit though a slot and my
two hands on either side of my head. The other piece closed down
over the bottom piece trapping my head and hands. I couldn’t get away
and was locked with my upper torso bent at the waist slightly and my
ass sticking out behind. He secured the hasp on the locking end
and locked it with a heavy padlock. He chained each of my boots about
three feet apart to where I couldn’t move my feet .He moved in front of
the stocks and brought a sizeable mouth plug to my mouth. I made
the proper love to it before he inserted it into my mouth
securing it tightly behind my head.
Master Zack left
my eye patch open. I could look straight ahead and see myself in a huge
mirror he had in front of the stocks. He moved behind me and pulled my
balls down tightly several times like he was milking them. When he was
satisfied he had them stretched to their limit he snapped a leather
parachute looking contraption tight around the loose part of my sack.
It had four small chains that ran from the leather to a ‘D’ ring
hanging underneath. It was tight but not painful. He went to the
cabinet and brought back the hottest pair of old heavy duty steel toed,
high top, lineman’s boots he wore every day to work, tied them to the
‘D’ ring and let them swing free, hanging from my balls. That created
some pressure on my balls. Not only did it pull downward but the
leather part of the parachute contraption pressed in against my balls
squeezing them.
Master Zack
placed a wide six inch belt around my waist and buckled it tightly from
the back. It had a ‘D’ ring on each side to which he secured chains
from the overhead so my butt couldn’t drop out of position and I
couldn’t lower my body to relieve the pressure on my balls. I was
secure in the position he wanted me. He checked to make sure my plug
was firmly seated.
He didn’t talk
to me like other Masters when playing in their dungeon’s. It
added an air of mystery to what he was doing and why. It was
flattering in a way, he felt comfortable enough with me, as a somewhat
unseasoned slave, not to require a lot of chit-chat about the why and
wherefore of what he was doing.
He picked a long
flogging whip from the peg board on the wall. It was about the
same size as the one Master Earl used on me when we were first
together. The leather strips were about four feet long. Master
Zack walked slowly and purposefully behind me and ran his gloved hand
over each cheek of my ass as if to get the blood flowing or karma
running. It was a gesture as one might gentle a horse before riding. It
did the trick, my old dick was harder than a rock. He noticed and
reached underneath to stroke it a couple of times to let me know he
knew I was responding properly. I saw him get a knowing smile on
his face as he began to rub the end of his leathered whip over my ass
getting me use to the feel of the leather as nothing to fear.
He had no idea
how much I needed this, after the emotional day I had in Josh
Cochran’s big arms. I thought about Josh and what a hero he had
become to me. A man who had a big, fine looking penis, robbed of
it in his prime. I don’t know if I could’ve handled it as well as he. I
knew I might face losing mine, having decided to become a slave, but it
was a choice I was willing to make. If I’m sold to a Master who chooses
to remove them then I knew that was a possibility when I made my
decision. Josh Cochran was not given a choice.
I felt the first
blow of Master Zack’s whip. It wasn’t too hard and felt pretty
good. My body jerked a little, and I watched as his hot boots
bounced as they began to swing to an fro hanging from my balls.
They looked hot and were pulling just enough to be uncomfortable. My
ass couldn’t go anywhere because of the position he locked me
into. I couldn’t count for him because he had my mouth plugged.
Master Earl trained me not to try to speak when my mouth was plugged.
He
proceeded to give me five pretty good licks with his whip but none too
painful. It really felt good and stimulating. Especially
when he walked up to my ass and rubbed the sting away with his gloved
hand. The smoothness of his glove on my skin was electric. He still
said nothing to me and I was really beginning to get off on his
silence. He was going to take from me what he wanted and
demanded. I didn’t have to know the reason why. He accepted I
trusted him enough to make the experience one which would test me to
the limit but never beyond. He proceeded to stretch my limit.
Master Zack was
great with a whip. The next set of ten were just a bit harder but
evenly so. The first ones prepared me for these and I was even
getting into making his boots swing real big for him. He didn’t
say a word but he told me through his whip. Sounds unbelievable? It’s
not. That man was so good with a whip he could convey emotions. He took
a little longer rubbing my ass this time and checked to see if old
Swinger was still hard as a rock. I made his boots swing again
for his pleasure and I could see by the pleased smile which crossed his
lips he was proud of me. That’s all a Master has to do to have a
slave eating out of his hand. The slightest gesture or smile to let him
know you’re proud of him will bind his soul to yours for life. Think
I’m kidding? Try it sometime.
Master Zack
started his third set of lashes on my ass. These were the stripes that
separated the men from the boys. Each one damn near lifted me off
my feet. They kept his old boots swinging pretty good the whole
time with no coaxing from me. After the tenth one he slowly walked up
to me and just stood there. I wanted his touch so bad I tried to find
his hand with my ass. That was the only time he spoke to me,
“Here, slave,—
settle down!”
I did as ordered
and then felt his wonderful gloved hand rubbing, caressing, kneading,
and loving the stripes on my ass. He was satisfied, I wanted more. He
knew when to quit. That’s why he’s the Master and I’m the slave. He
confided in me later that a good whip Master always leaves his slave
wanting more. I was almost sad when he detached his big boots from my
balls. They seemed to float. Ever been roller skating or ice skating,
taken your skates off and your feet feel like you’re walking on air?
That’s the way my balls felt. It was a strange but sensual feeling.
Master Zack took
me out of the whipping stocks and led me to the sling where he had me
kneel. He simply pointed to his cod piece, and I knew I was to clean
it. I licked and kissed every inch of it and could feel his man
cock growing underneath. I got him off a little earlier, and now
I realized why. He was ready to fuck his brains out without ejaculating
too quickly. He would take his good time, enjoying his slave’s fine
ass. I was more than ready and willing to give it up to this man. I
didn’t stop licking and cleaning his cod piece until it was completely
wet and clean. He snapped his fingers and I knew it was time to
remove it. I found the snap with my tongue and gently got my
teeth around it and pulled it all the way off.
His handsome
cock and balls flopped out in front of my waiting lips. He snapped his
fingers again and I started making love to it. I kissed his cock
and licked the top of it good. He held it up for me to get
underneath and do the same. I started working on his beautiful low
hanging balls. I sucked, kissed, licked every inch of them and opened
my mouth wide enough to let them both drop inside. Talk about a
mouth full of man balls. I gently pulled and sucked until he
snapped his fingers again and I knew it was time for me to take him. I
started taking him in long deep strokes down my throat trying to get as
much spit and saliva as possible on it. I had a feeling he wanted to
fuck me. I wasn’t wrong. Again he snapped his fingers and
pointed to the sling. He was a man of few words but his fingers
spoke volumes.
I lay back in
the sling to get comfortable. He attached bondage cuffs to each wrist
and around the ankle of my boots. He attached them to the chains
that held the sling in place. I was effectively bound in the
sling. He removed my plug. Master Zack approached me from the
side and from his back pocket produced an eye patch he snapped into
place. I could see nothing; there was only total darkness.
No problem, I’d been here many times before, but for some reason, never
felt safer than with this man. Every bone in my body and ounce of my
soul told me I was with a good man. He lived by no particular
religious creed but by a deep conscious need to be a good human being.
He practiced it in everything he did and with all he met. One of God’s
finest creatures who, by his goodness, his ability to give and show
love, was surely a reflection and joy to his Master. I could
almost imagine a divine presence that said:
“This is my Son,
in whom I am well pleased.”
Master Zack took
me hard like a Master should always take his slave to establish
immediate control of the fuck. He got my attention real quick.
Fucking blind was not a new experience, but it would be with him.
He had never fucked me before, and I didn’t know his moves. I hoped I
was going to give him my best. He didn’t seem to be worried. I
shouldn’t have been either. He spent the first fifteen or twenty
minutes patiently teaching me his strokes. The ones he most
preferred, and a few odd ball ones here and there for variety. He
never said a word. He was able to communicate more with his cock
than most men do with their mouths. Then he let me know we would now
began the real man fucking phase of this fuck. He started with some
really deep penetrating slow strokes that almost started my body
vibrating. I suddenly became aware his cock felt bigger and longer than
anyone’s I’d ever been with, but he was considerably smaller. How was
this possible?
I knew he wasn’t
wearing a prosthesis. The old saying: “It ain’t what ya’ got that
counts, it’s what you do with it,” has a picture of Master Zack
underneath as an example. His dick felt like I was being fucked by a
telephone post. It was almost an unbelievable sexual talent the
man possessed. I laughed at my green-eyed envy of the lucky little man
laying in Master Zack’s bed, fast asleep, who was going to experience
this feeling hundreds of times in his life. I knew I would crawl back
to this man for years, no matter who his mate was, and on bended
knee, beg him to fuck me one more time. (I have for years, and
still do on occasion. He’s never lost it.) I just tell Will,
“Out of that
sling, little brother, your older brother has an itch only your Master
can scratch. Sit and watch, play solitaire, bring him a beer, whatever,
but I need your Master to use me for a little while to straighten
out me kinks.” Will has always been willing to share his handsome
Master.
He fucked me
with such controlled abandon I had little trouble meeting each thrust.
He taught me well. I could feel the way he was fucking me he was more
than pleased with my performance. He radiated pride through his dick,
and my soul drank directly from the source. I knew his moment of
glory was near. I felt his cock screaming in my ass for relief.
He was fucking me so hard, he finally wore my muscle out, then like so
many others, took the best part of my ass he fucked so hard to
earn. He got to the good part way down deep past my soul.
He rooted around in me and fucked my ass so good, I just knew his dick
was re-arranging things to make a new home for itself. He
unloaded into me his gift; I became the vessel for his sacred seed. I
was indeed proud and honored to have a part of this masculine man’s
body remain inside of me to be absorbed, and thus, an essence of him
would be joined with my body and spirit forever.
He collapsed on
top of me, spent. He didn’t allow me to come, he ordered me not to. It
was less an order than it was a strong demanding statement telling me
what I would or would not do. His tone of voice told me there was no
choice.
“You will not
come, slave!” I didn’t. I worked hard to milk him with my ass to get
the rest of his come out of him, he moaned in pleasure, and
allowed his slave to get the rest. He finally pulled out of me. Master
Zack told me to relax he was going upstairs to check on Will. He left
me bound in the sling, helpless. I had no option but to hang
around and wait for him. He returned in a few minutes and chuckled as
he told me Will was in dreamland. He was quiet again. I was still bound
in the sling; my arms and boots firmly secured to the chains. He began
to apply lubricant to my ass. He put on a pair of heavy duty, black
rubber gloves. They felt cool against my ass. He kept
pushing lubricant in my ass and opening it up.
I had no idea
what he planned. Perhaps a large dildo. I could only guess.
He became relentless in his adding more lubricant to my ass and
stretching my muscle and lower canal. He was way past playing
around with his fingers and was now working his hand into my anal track
to the point of the high point of his whole hand. It now dawned
on me he was going to insert his hand in my ass. A calm came over me. I
never had a fist in my ass before, but if I trusted anyone to pop that
cherry it would be Master Zack. He kept working my ass, and I
kept relaxing more and more. He sensed I was going into a self
imposed alpha state and knew he didn’t have long to wait until my
muscle dilated.
Soon, his hand
would slip through the tunnel, and my ass would welcome his fist into
my body. At one point I felt I couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to
accept him, but I had faith in him he would sense that. I knew
him well enough to know he was not out to hurt or damage anyone. For
that reason he not only became proficient in his sexual play he became
expert. There was a trust conveyed in his silence. A strength that told
me he would take me there as soon as I gave my full trust over to him.
I was
trying. He knew I had to resign my body and soul to him for him
to take that short plunge down that dark corridor. He kept his
relentless movement to relax the muscle to dilate it. The more
persistent he was the more I relaxed and felt myself going under his
spell. I found myself pushing down on his hand to beg him for more. He
stopped and placed his other hand on my stomach and spoke gently but
firmly to me.
“I will do the
fisting, here, slave. Your job is to relax and accept me as inevitable.
I will get my fist in your ass tonight. I will not hurt you. It
will be one of the finest experiences of your life.” He returned to his
silence and I stopped working my ass. He resumed his stretching of my
ass muscle. I did exactly as he told me, and found myself mentally
going deeper into the alpha state. My dimmed consciousness began
begging him to take that final walk with his hand down that short
tunnel into my room.
He grabbed my
cock with his left hand. It became rock hard from the sensuality
of his cold rubber glove. I felt him still with his relentless relaxing
of my hole. Suddenly, I felt all resistance to my ass muscle give
way. There was no more resistance to his hand.
There was no
pain, no resistance, not even mild discomfort. My ass
dilated,— I finally reached a dream like state of alpha consciousness
and realized he was aware of it, too. Then I knew he was going to
insert his whole hand, his fist, into my ass. There was no pain. He
dilated my sphincter to the point his hand could move through the
tunnel smoothly. His hand slid deftly and firmly through
the tunnel and my muscle closed firmly around his wrist as my body
cavity welcomed his balled fist. My, God,— what a feeling! I had
one of the most beautiful, naturally, masculine man’s fist inside my
body. I never felt anything as wonderful as this. The combination of
stretching my limits with a man I trusted and have him pleased he
accomplished this rite of passage for me was a strong emotional
experience for me.
Tears came to my
eyes from the ecstasy of the feeling. He took two strokes on my
dick with his left hand, and I couldn’t hold it. I started trying
to bite his hand off to keep it in my ass as my personal prize. I heard
him chuckle as I finished my final volley. He continued to stroke
my cock until he drained every bit of come from my excited balls. He
took his hand away from my cock, but I could still feel him filling me
with his other. He placed his left hand on my stomach and pressed
gently. He told me to breath deeply. I took a deep breath and his
hand was out of me.
Just like that!
No pain! Nothing! One minute he was filling me, and the next I was
empty. It truly was an empty feeling. I wanted him back within
me. He knew it, too, because he whispered to me,
“I know you want
me back in there, but that’s enough for the first time. I will take you
further the next time.”
He let me down
from the sling after he re-plugged my butt to keep his seed within me.
He held me for a long time, and I held him.
“I’m pleased
with you tonight, slave. You have pleasured and pleased your
Master,— you’re a good slave. I’m grateful to have this
opportunity to welcome you into my world. You know what passes
between us is special, a part of you will always be my slave. You’ll
never be able to shake that feeling. You wouldn’t want, too, anyway. I
know how you feel about me. We’ll remain special to each other
all our lives. You have become a thing of joy to me that has seen me
through some difficult days recently. You honesty and generosity has
brought me to my knees. I don’t even have to utter the words, you know
how I feel about you. What we have goes beyond love, our souls have
touched each other.”
“No Master,
could’ve said those words better, Master Zack. They express
exactly the way I feel, but as your grateful slave this evening I need
to say the words: I love you, Master Zack, I always will.”
He put his hand
to the back of my head and pulled me to his strong chest to hold me.
“Come, slave,
you will bathe your Master and share his bed tonight. You’ve earned
that right.”
The way the man
talked to me kept me hard constantly. He still does to this day. In his
earthy way he has always accepted me as the slave I’ve always wanted to
be. Others accept me as a slave and treat me as one; however, Master
Zack’s unique in his total acceptance of me as a piece of property, to
be used for his pleasure, a slave. Without trying he has always
made me aware of my place. I love him deeply for that.
Master Zack and
I talked quietly in his shower in the dungeon.
“Did you and
Will have a chance to talk this evening, Master?” He was quiet for a
moment, reflecting.
“Yes, slave, we
did.” I didn’t press. If Master Zack wanted to tell me more
he would. I opened the door. “He said he fell in love with me the
minute he saw me, but he was pained because he thinks you have someone
else in mind for him. He’s worried about Button which tells me he’s
conscientious and caring. It may not be an ideal situation for him
right now, but I think it will be.”
“I know,— I
purposely misled him because I didn’t want to influence him or you for
that matter. I wanted you to find love for each other on your own. How
do you feel, Master?”
“You were right
earlier, I’m in love. I haven’t even used him yet, and I’m in love with
him. I told him I fell in love with him at first sight, and I did. When
I told him, ‘Welcome Home’ I somehow knew he was home. I don’t know
how, I just knew. This will always be his home, here, with me, in my
arms,— he will become my slave. I plan to speak to the Dungeon Master
tomorrow about him. I’ll make a claim for him, and if I see it may not
work out, I’ll release my claim so he may find happiness with another
Master.”
“I’ll tell him
the truth tomorrow morning when we wake up. That way both of you
can hear what I say.” I told him.
I toweled him
off and we climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He climbed in one side of
the bed and me on the other. We tried not to wake the baby but he
sensed us in the bed. I kissed him on the cheek and he smiled. He
turned so naturally into Master Zack’s arm’s he looked as if he’d done
it for years. Master Zack welcomed him not only with his arms but with
his heart.
“Welcome home,
Son.” Master Zack whispered, then kissed him gently.
End Chapter 26
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