It's knowing
that your door is always open, And your path is
free to walk, That makes me
tend to leave my sleeping bag, Rolled up and
stashed behind your couch. And it's knowing
I'm not shackled, By forgotten
words and bonds, And the ink
stains that have dried upon some line, That keeps you
on the backroads, By the rivers of
my mem'ry, That keeps you
ever gentle on my mind. John Hartford~
Part I ~ Lord Of
The Rings
The next morning
I awoke with Master Zack and Will talking softly with each other. They
were making love, swapping spit and Master Zack was petting Will. They
were like two wood doves building a nest conversing with each other
about the best sticks, twigs, and twine to use. They were in love. I
lay there for a minute listening to them chortle and coo back and
forth. I couldn’t make out the words, but I knew the melody. It was the
song of a Master and slave bonding with each other. Fuck, I could sing
the second and third chorus of that song myself. I was beginning
to think of myself as the Martha Stewart of nest building. (Without the
public stock options and accusations of insider trading, of
course! That wouldn’t be a really good thing.)
It must have
seemed like an emotional roller coaster for young Will. Less than a
week ago he was living in a dark, depressing, uncaring, relationship
with a sociopath and this morning finds himself in the arms of a good
man, a healthy man, with whom, he might spend the rest of his life. It
was remarkable at best. Wes didn’t mess around. When he saw a good
thing he made it happen. Funny thing was, he was good at it. Look
what he did for me and almost everyone around me. Master Earl and I
were together unquestionably because of Wes. I found Blaine, Breed,
Cowboy, Will and now Josh because of Wes. Josh opened the door
that helped me give up most of the ghosts of Nam. Chief and I were
brought together because of Wes. Chief and I were inseparable. We knew
we would always live in close proximity to each other’s lives and have
for years. I can share the secrets of my soul with Chief and never feel
threatened. I rolled over in bed and spoke to them,
“Good morning,
gentlemen!” They said good morning to me. “Is this a private love
feast or could any old slave have some?” Will giggled.
“Show that slave
a little love, Son.” Will rolled over and kissed me gently.
“Gosh, that was
sweet. I should be able to make it through the day now. Thanks, sprout.
I have something to tell you, Will.” I tried to hide my self
disappointment.
“What, Beau?”
“I purposely
deceived you about something and the time has come to set it
right. I didn’t so much deceive you as I allowed you to mislead
yourself. Remember the Master I wanted you to meet who you would fall
in love with the first time you laid eyes on him?”
“Yes.” he said
resigned.
“That Master was
Master Zack.” He looked at Master Zack who smiled and nodded. “I
let you believe there was another Master because I didn’t want to
influence you and Master Zack. If it was meant to be then it
would happen. Fortunately, it seems to be working out that way.
So will you forgive me for allowing you to think otherwise now that you
know my reasons.”
“You know it,
bro. You just made me the happiest slave-boy in the world. I
can’t imagine being worthy enough to gain favor in this man’s eyes let
alone his love, but he assures me I have. I’m not gonna’ question
fortune. I know I love him, and I would like to become his slave, if
possible. Do you think the Dungeon Master would be angry with me?”
“Not in the
least, but it will be up to your Master to make arrangements. Not to
worry, Master Zack knows what to do, and another thing, little
brother,— I’m green with envy you’ve landed one of the finest Masters
in this or any other family. Learn all you can from Master Jeb, Chief,
the Dungeon Master and even me. Become the best slave you can for
this man because you’ll be getting the best of Masters.”
“Oh, Beau, I do
want to become a good slave for Master Zack. He deserves the best. I
just hope I can measure up to his expectations. He said I could even
keep my bike and ride with him. Isn’t that great? I can’t thank
you enough, Beau.” Will started weeping tears of joy in my arms.
“Here, here,
sprout, no cause for tears. Rejoice with your big brother you’ve found
a fine Master. A man who will take care of you and cherish you. A
man’s man you can serve with pride and dignity. You can pour the love
you have in that damned-up little heart of yours into being his good
slave without feeling you’re being used.
Well,— maybe
used in a good way. ‘Cause knowing Master Zack the way I do, you will
be used. That’s why you want to become his property, and for that,
little one, I envy you.” I laughed and they both laughed with me.
We heard sounds
from Master Zack’s kitchen. Sounds I recognized well. It was Major
General Oscar and staff organizing an assault on brunch for the
troops. We went through this wonderful raise in rank for him
several weeks ago and someone found some gold stars we clipped to his
collar to show his rank. We cleared it with Master Bert first, who
thought it was a wonderful idea. Oscar was moved to tears his scullery
slaves thought enough of him to give him rank in the kitchen.
Well, it was either that or “Your Lordship.” We had great fun
with his Major Domo routine. He was strict, fair, but ran a tight ship.
I excused myself
to report for galley duty. I asked if I could bring Master
Zack and his new love a cup of coffee? They said ‘yes.’ I asked
Will if he needed another pain pill and he assured me Master Zack’s
love was taking the pain away. Neat line, wish I’d thought of it.
Damn,— the kid had a gift.
I walked into
the living area and into the kitchen with nothing on; no chaps, vest,
boots, only my collar. Major General Oscar and staff stopped dead
and looked at me. I was embarrassed.
“What?” I asked.
“My, God, would
you look at him, Billy.” Oscar walked up to me to hug me.
“Beau you’re
stunning. You have come so far with your body this last month it’s
incredible.”
“Look at those
tits,” cried Blaine, “enough to die for!”
“Will you guys
stop it.” I laughed at them. I joined in a task assigned to me by the
General who took every advantage of his rank to pat butts and tweak a
tit from time to time. Then he’d giggle like a school boy. Oscar was
great fun. Billy let him shine, he loved his friend.
It was morning
around the ranch and people were awakening. We had two urns of coffee
going at all times, and I found myself in charge of the coffee. Master
Josh and Breed came into the house for some coffee. Master Josh looked
really hot in his boots and leathers. He was a drop dead, gorgeous man.
He hugged and kissed me and so did Breed. We were beginning to
pick up the pieces and put out lives back together a piece at a time.
We would forever be bonded to each other and have lived our lives in
close proximity ever since.
A couple of late
arrivals entered the gates. A big bear of a man and his slave on
matched choppers. The bear was completely tattooed from his neck down.
There wasn't an inch of his body that didn’t have a tattoo on it
except, above the neck, below the ankles, and past the wrist. He left
his feet, hands and head tattoo free. Why? It was anyone’s guess;
however, his slave assured me he had a reason. His dick and balls were
tattooed. Even his asshole was completely covered with tattoos. He had
most of the hair removed from his bear like body to display himself as
a living work of art. He wasn’t a good looking man but in his leathers,
with all his tattoos, plus he had rings everywhere, made him one Hell
of a sexy man. He had an enormous bone through his nose that made
him look like a mean savage. I understand he could be when he wanted to
be, but most of the time had the soul and sweet personality of a choir
boy.
He and his slave
were from Palm Springs and were being considered by our family for
membership. They ultimately did become two of the finest members of the
family. He was called the Ring Master and his Tattoo and Piercing
Shop in Palm Springs was appropriately called, “Lord Of The Rings.” His
slave’s name was Trent. His slave was a bit younger, shorter,
more stocky, but built like a fire plug. His Master tattooed him and
ringed him on most of his body. He has so many rings you could
hang a shower curtain from his head alone. The Ring Master was his
unquestioned Master. His slave wouldn’t dare question it. Why should
he? Trent was in charge. He did all the scheduling and most of the set
up for his Master to work. Trent catered to him like he was a
God. It was obvious to everyone Trent was a take charge kind a guy. If
you wanted something of the Ring Master you went to Trent.
You could tell
it wasn’t just a job with him, Trent worshiped the big man, saw to his
needs, bragged about him, and was the Ring Master’s number one cheering
section. The Ring Master would have been lost without Trent. He
would’ve folded up like a telescope. It worked for them and was
charming in a way. When Trent took his clothes off as slaves did in our
family, he had a huge ring through his cock that really turned me
on. He had a good size ring through his nose and both tits had
two rings each.
The Dungeon
Master and Master Earl came out to welcome them and introduce them
around to the other Masters and slaves. His slave was on his
knees receiving all the Masters and all the family slaves lined up to
give the Ring Master their respect. I was last in line. I knelt in
front of him and went through the ritual. He told me to rise. We hugged
and kissed. He was a fine bear of a man. He held me at arms
length and gently took one of my tits in his fingers.
“This the slave,
Dungeon Master,— Master Earl?”
“Yes, Ring
Master. What da’ya’ think?”
“Sweet, juicy,
tender, ripe! Turn around slowly, slave.” he ordered me and I complied.
When I got back around to face him he took my cock and balls in his big
hands and pushed back my foreskin.
“Well,” he said,
“I wouldn’t wait if I were you. I’d have him ringed as soon as
possible.”
“Could you do it
today, Ring Master?” My two Masters asked.
“Sure, a slave
this ripe will be a pleasure.” They turned and walked away
leaving me standing like a side of beef on a loading dock. They were
discussing the size of my rings and the piercings they wanted. I
heard Master Earl say something about a ring though his nose and old
swinger got hard immediately. Master Earl nudged the Dungeon Master and
brought my boner to the attention of the Ring Master. After more
giggling, whispering, and lecherous side glances it seemed unanimous,
there would definitely be a septum piercing.
“Private or
public?” asked the Ring Master. Master Earl and the Dungeon Master got
their heads together and walked back to me.
“We decided to
leave that decision up to you, slave. Do you want to be ringed in
private, one or two people, or anyone who wants to observe.”
“I want anyone
in the family who wants to watch to be there. How often does a slave
get ringed? I want my family there.”
“We knew you’d
say that. We just wanted to give you the choice.”
“Certainly,
Masters, anyone in our family, of course!”
“Good then, if
the three of us can go somewhere private I can show you the rings I
brought and we can agree on a price.”
“Fine, Ring
Master, this way please.” My two Masters led him to the room they
stayed in last night and he carried his brief case with him. I guess
they made a satisfactory agreement ‘cause they were shaking hands as
they came down the stairs.
The Ring Master
told them what he needed in the way of an area to work. It was decided
I would be ringed about five o’clock that afternoon in Master Zack’s
dungeon. He had lots of bright spots for direct lighting and it was
cool enough down there with the air conditioning for everyone. Master
Zack had a height adjustable massage table which was padded and covered
in black leather. It had a black leather pillow that fit perfectly at
the head and tied to the sides so it wouldn’t slip or fall off. I
noticed the Dungeon Master on the phone several times and then talking
to Chief and Blaine. I saw Chief and Blaine take off in Chief’s Truck.
I didn’t think
anything about it until a couple hours went by and they weren’t back. I
asked the Dungeon Master where they went. He said they ran into town to
get some stuff for dinner and should be back soon. I didn’t think
anymore about it, but I was getting worried because I wanted them there
when I got ringed. It was five o’clock and everyone was gathering
in Master Zack’s dungeon. Chief and Blaine weren’t back
yet. The Dungeon Master ordered me into the dungeon. I ask him to
consider waiting a few more minutes but he wouldn’t hear of it.
Finally, as I was descending the stairs I heard someone shout they just
entered the gates. I felt relieved. Chief and Blaine were important to
me and this was a special occasion. In some ways getting ‘ringed’
was more important to me than my slave ceremony. To me it became
the symbol of my two Masters total acceptance of their control over me
and my life.
The Ring Master
was set up for me and Trent laid out his equipment on a small table to
the side of the table I was laying on. My family gathered around.
Some were standing on chairs so they could see over the heads of
others. Someone was taking polaroids. “Do you wish to
strap your slave down or will he be all right as he is?”
“No, Sir, he’ll
be fine. He won’t move if ordered not to and he knows he has that
order.”
“Fine, then, for
reinforcement to insure no movement, two Masters will hold his ankles
and two other Masters will each take a hand above his head.”
I couldn’t see
above my head, but I put my arms up over my head and someone on each
side took a hand. I felt a tingle go through my body from the rough
hand on my right side. A hand I held many times before. The Ring Master
saw a tear run down my cheek.
“Are you that
frightened slave?” he asked firmly but concerned.
“Not a bit, Sir.”
“Then why the
tears, slave?”
“Because the
person holding my right hand thought enough of me to be here.”
There were
whispers that ran though my family, then some nervous laughter.
“How do you know
who it is, slave?”
“The electricity
in his body flowing into mine. The love with which he’s holding my
hand. The thoughts that he’s projecting to me at this moment of pride,
love, wonder, faith, hope, goodness and happiness.”
“Then tell me
slave who do you think it is?”
“The Master who
owns me.”
“You’re wrong,
slave, it isn’t the Dungeon Master.”
“No, Ringmaster,
he’s correct, it is his other training Master with whom this slave
originally contracted to become a slave. This slave, until sold,
is owned jointly by me and Master Jeb.” The Dungeon Master
explained.
“The Ring Master
was stunned and looked at Master Earl and the Dungeon Master who were
smiling as Master Jeb came around, hugged and kissed me. Chief and
Blaine drove all the way back to Mt. Washington to bring him out for
the night. He wanted to be here for this special occasion. He, of
all people, knew how important this moment was to me. He made a
special effort to be a part of if for me, and I lost it. It was
the greatest gesture of love I received for sometime. I
wouldn’t let him go I was so glad he was there to hold my hand.
“Thank you so
much for coming, Master, it means so much to me.”
“I knew it
would, Son, that’s why I’m here. I’m feeling better and had two very
persuasive young men talk me into it. I’m glad I could be here. You
know how I feel about you, Beaver.” He hadn’t called me that in a
while. It was his special name for me.
I pulled myself
together and he moved back to the corner of the table where I could
tilt my head and look into his eyes. Two pools of crystal clear, calm
deep blue water. His eyes, too ,were a bit misty. I felt a big
clamp pinch my left tit tight, tighter, then tighter until the clamp
was locked into place
“Are you ready,
slave?”
“I am now that
my Master is here, Sir, holding my hand.”
“This will hurt
like a motherfucker for only a second, Son.” I felt him do a
final swab with a pain killer or antiseptic, then I felt the needle
began, the pressure, then the pain. Damn nation! He was right, it
hurt like a motherfucker. He pushed on through, inserted the ring,
clamped it shut, unlocked the piercing clamp, and my left tit was
ringed. He repeated the same with the right tit. It hurt
too. Damn, did it hurt! My tits were now ringed and
everyone applauded. Two down and two to go.
The Ring Master
grabbed hold of the septum of my nose with his thumb and forefinger
after swabbing it with Betadine solution. He wiggled the area he
wanted with his fingers and pulled hard and down. With a syringe
in his other hand I felt a pin prick in the inside of my nose. It stung
for only a moment as the pain killer in the syringe deadened everything
as he moved further into the meatus of the fleshy part of my septum.
“We’ll let that
take effect while we ring your dick slave. You’ll hardly feel a thing
when I ring your dick. Ain’t too many nerve endings in that
area. You must be a pretty special slave to have your Masters
choose such a large ring for you to start with. A number two gage is
usually not done with beginners. They must have faith you can
handle it.”
I didn’t say
anything. My nose was going numb. It felt strange because I
couldn’t feel a thing. I felt the Ring Master handling my dick
and skinning back the foreskin. I made sure I was really clean
before we came to the dungeon. He took a couple of strips of
surgical tape and taped my foreskin back on my cock so it wouldn’t get
in his way. I felt him swab everything with a cool antiseptic and some
kind of deadening solution. He took a swab and inserted it into my
urethra with the same two solutions. It kind of deaden the interior of
my dick. I felt him inserting a tube up my piss hole that began to be a
bit uncomfortable but not too bad. The next thing I knew I felt a
slight pressure and waited for the pain. He looked at me and smiled.
“Didn’t even
flinch, slave! Done! You’re cock is ringed.” I raised my head slightly
and damn there was this huge silver ring through my dick. It was hot
but I couldn’t feel it. Maybe it was the deadening stuff. The Ring
Master told me to close my eyes and I did. Master Jeb was holding
my hand with such pride and love I was in heaven. I was so proud
he was with me. I felt I missed so much other slaves had with him. I
wasn’t complaining because the Dungeon Master had done one Hell of a
job training me. I did have Master Jeb’s constant support and
encouragement. I could go to him at anytime day or night. His
door was always open to me. When he wasn’t feeling well I would just
sit with him and even that brought a deep bonding between us. With my
eyes closed I felt the Ring Master grab the same area of my nose again
and he asked me,
“Do you feel
that, slave?”
“Feel
what, Sir?”
“That’s the
answer I was looking for, slave.” He had a cork in his left hand and
the piercing needle in the right. I had my eyes closed but could
feel slight pressure, him wiping something, more pressure, something
cool and a snapping sound.
“You can open
you eyes, slave, your nose is ringed. I couldn’t see it but could
feel it laying against my upper lip. Damn, it was a hot feeling and old
swinger got roaring hard for the folks. They laughed as they
applauded. They all came around, hugged and kiss me. It was a
wonderful evening. The Ring master wouldn’t let me get up right away.
He wanted me to lay there for a few minutes to make sure I wasn’t going
to pass out. I felt fine. A bit heavier with all the metal but fine. He
warned me to stay as far away as possible from the nearest cyclotron.
It was the first
time I understood the feeling of being another man’s property. My
Masters picked the rings ‘they’ wanted me to wear. I had no choice in
the matter. That made me truly understand from now on my life would be
decided for me. It made me feel like a slave, like I was owned by two
fine men. I was Master Jeb’s and the Dungeon Master’s personal
property. Soon, to belong to Officer Earl D. Shaw and become his
property.
I had one more
weekend of visitation, but my family wouldn’t be there for that.
A visit with the man they called Master Bear or Captain Fantastic. What
would he be like, I wondered? I would be on my own, my family and
friends who loved and sheltered me thus far wouldn’t be there.
Maybe he won’t like me? Maybe he won’t want a slave who’s ringed?
They finally let
me up and Master Jeb, Master Earl, Master Zack and the Dungeon Master
led me to a full length mirror in the dungeon. There, looking
back was a handsome well built slave with four of the hottest rings in
him I ever saw. I was wowed at the sight, especially the ring
through my nose. Old swinger began to climb again much to the
amusement of the four Masters. I couldn’t help it, it looked hot and I
felt like a fucking slave.
It was something
I’d been looking forward to for some time. No one waves a
magic wand over you, chants a few magic words and ‘poof,’ you’re a
slave. It comes by degrees, subtle things from day to day, then you
wake one morning and realize someone has owned you for several years.
You can’t be sure how long its been? Then it hits you, you really are a
slave.
“We have a
little present for you, slave. The four of us pitched in and bought
this for this occasion.” spoke Master Zack for the four Masters.
They handed me a small gift wrapped package. I opened it and
there was a nice case inside. I opened the case and there was a
beautiful gold chain with a small gold clip on one end and a tag on the
other end that had only the first names of the four Masters engraved on
it: Jeb, Jim, Earl, and Zack. On the back it had today’s date,
the date of my piercing. It was beautiful and I asked Master Jeb if he
would put it on me. He gently clipped it to my nose ring and
pulled gently on it to get my attention. My old dick got so hard I
thought I was going to shoot right there.
The chain was
about two feet long and made of fairly heavy links. Master Zack
was given the honor of leading me out of the dungeon. It worked
perfectly and certainly made me follow quickly. My dick couldn’t
have been any harder. Everyone ‘ooed’ and ‘aawwed’ when Master Zack led
me in for dinner by my nose leash. Everyone was gathered around a
huge cake with one candle on it. It had my name written in the icing.
Slave Beau, Little Beaver, Bull Dog Butch the Leather Fairy Killer. I
was touched. Pictures were being taken. I blew out the one candle. The
cake was set aside for after dinner. We sat down to a great meal
prepared by General Oscar and his staff. We had a great
time. Will came over to sit by me and leaned in to my ear to
speak quietly.
“Do you have any
idea how hot you look with those rings?”
“Yes, sprout,
they let me look in the dungeon mirror before they gave me my nose
leash. I couldn’t believe it was the same person looking back who was
there an hour before.”
“You’re not the
same person, Beau. Something wonderful has happened to you tonight. You
glow, like you’re radioactive or something. You have this red and
orange halo around you that’s mixed with some purples and golds,— lots
a’ golds.”
“Wait a minute,
you can see my aura?”
“Yeah, I can see
everyone’s aura.”
“Uuuhhh, Chief,
can you see an aura around me tonight?”
“Faintly, reds,
purples, and golds.”
“Well,— ” said
Will, “it ain’t faint to me, I see it plain as day, it’s really
bright.” Chief came around to listen as did Master Jeb, Earl, Zack,
Bull, and the Dungeon Master.
“Do you see
anyone else with an aura in the room, Will?” asked Chief.
“Yeah, everyone
has one. Some are brighter than others depending on what’s going on in
their lives at the moment. Master Bull’s has a lot of reds, oranges and
purples, too. He’s in love.”
“Shut up, kid!”
Bull playfully grabbed Will and put his hand over his mouth to stifle
him. “We don’t want Charlie to hear that?”
“You’re a little
late, Master Bull, he all ready knows,” Will said laughing, “His aura
flows back and forth with yours. He’s deeply in love with you,
too. I thought everyone could see auras,— you mean you guys
can’t?”
“I can sometime,
Will, but it’s a gift some people have others don’t. Sometimes it means
a person has latent healing gifts they may not be aware of.” said Chief.
“Well,— I ain’t
no closet healer, I’m aware of mine, Chief.”
“Have you ever
healed someone?” Chief asked Will.
“Yeah,— my dog
one time,— but no one believed me. I healed myself and a buddy after
Nam. I’m working on myself right now. My ribs are growing back together
and most of the pain has gone away. It’s gonna’ take me at least
another week to heal my arm, then they can take the cast off. I can
heal Beau’s piercings almost over night. Well, maybe two nights. You
want me to, Beau?”
“Sure, sprout,—
if it won’t take too much out of you. What do I do?”
“Take my
hand.” I took his smaller hand and felt a slight shock.
“You jumped, you
felt that didn’t chu’?”
“Static
electricity? Yeah, I felt it.”
“Wasn’t static
electricity, Beau. Close your eyes. Now, think of a peaceful
place, and I’m going to touch you where you’ve been pierced.” I
closed my eyes and felt his small hand touch each spot. I felt
radiation from his hand into my tits and cock. My nose was still
pretty dead, but it tingled all over, so much so, I had to sneeze. The
stinging in my tit piercings was gone. There was no pain in my nose or
my dick. I never had any further pain from any of them. They healed
completely in two days.
Earlier that
evening Allen burned himself in the kitchen helping with dinner and was
still in some pain. He took a pot to the sink to pour the liquid off,
the steam shot out and burned his arm. I asked Will if he could heal
Allen or stop the pain?
“Sure, I can
blow fire way.”
“You can what?”
Master Jeb asked Will.
“I can blow the
pain of fire away from a person. My grandmother taught me how to do it.
Come here, Allen,— let me see your arm?” Allen showed him his arm. It
was bright red from the burn. Will rubbed it gently with his
finger tips, then blew lightly on the area twice.
“There,— it’s
gone.” Allen got a funny look on his face and looked at me, Chief
and Master Jeb.
“It’s gone!” Was
all he said “I can’t believe it,— it’s gone!”
The pain never
returned and Allen healed in about three days. He grabbed Will,
hugged and kissed him thanking him for taking the pain away. He ran to
show his Master.
Will hadn’t said
anything about this gift before because he was so unassuming it never
came up until we talked about the auras. He wanted to know if I thought
Master Zack would ring him. I told him I would bet my last dollar on
it. He was happy with my answer. He couldn’t wait to be ringed. He was
healing almost by the minute. I could see a definite change in
the way he moved. He wasn’t nearly as sore.
I saw things
going through Master Jeb’s mind. I wondered about the same things and
talked to Will. I told him how sick Master Jeb was. He simply
told me he knew. He found out what was wrong with him the first night
he held him for so long. He told me he all ready started healing
Master Jeb; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been here this evening.
He needed him to lay naked under his hands one evening when we got
back, but he was on his way to recovery.
“It’s easy to
heal folks I love. It’s a bit harder if I don’t care about them. I
thought I could heal Brad, but I couldn’t, he was too angry. Some
folks don’t wanna’ give up their sickness, it’s all they have. Your
doctor friend is gonna’ shit when he gets the x-rays back on Monday.”
“Why’s that,
Sprout?”
“They’ll be back
together. ”
“You mean
they’ll be starting to mend?”
“No, they’ll be
together,— healed.” I started to question him and then caught myself. I
looked deep into his bright blue intelligent, sensitive eyes and
understood.
“I believe you,
Will. I saw what you did for Allen, and I know you did something for
me. I believe you, Sprout.”
“Oh good, Beau,
it’s always easier to heal someone if they believe in me. Master Jeb
does, too. He’s been feeling better ever since I came to stay with you
guys. I’ve held him for a few minutes everyday, and he’s coming along
nicely. About another week and a half and he’ll be almost back to
normal; however, he has to lay under my hands one evening. Master Jeb
was listening to all this and told him he would take his clothes off
for Will anytime he wanted.
“Oh, that has
nothing to do with healing, Master Jeb, I just wanna’ see you naked.”
he laughed his impish laugh. “No, I’m just kidding, Master Jeb.
While that’ll certainly be a treat for me, I truly do need you to do
that. That is, if you’d like my help?” Will said not wanting to push.
“Son, I’ve seen
some pretty remarkable things happen in the last three months with your
big brother. You saw what he did in the dungeon a while ago. He knew
about your situation before it happened and intervened. So, I’m a
believer. If you can do anything for me you’ll have my appreciation for
life. I was gonna’ add ‘love’ but Hell you all ready got that. I
do feel better, enough to come here this afternoon, be with my family,
and enjoy the evening. Haven’t been able to do this sort of thing in a
long while now, and it’s a treat for me to get out. If you’re
responsible, and I have a strong feeling you are, then I thank you and
I love you for helping me.” Will ran to Master Jeb and they
hugged each other.
“Most people
don’t realize how healing a hug can be from another person;
especially from someone who loves us.” said Will.
I never thought
of that, but our family is pretty healthy. We do one Hell of a lot of
hugging and kissing,— why not?
“Did you help me
yesterday when I was in such pain?” I asked Will.
“I was there if
you needed me, but you did that yourself with Josh Cochran’s help. He
doesn’t know it yet, but he has a great healing gift. He’ll learn
about it from you and me.” replied Will, “You were ready to give up the
pain, you knew you couldn’t go on bearing the guilt, and you
intuitively understood Master Josh had the power to help you heal. You
used his strength to find the courage to let go. You knew what you were
doing. Master Josh opened a door and you walked through. You’ll
still have pangs from time to time but nothing like you’ve had in the
past. It’ll be much more manageable. It’s not bad to remember the pain
so you won’t allow yourself to return. Hopefully, you won’t allow it to
happen again so other young men won’t have to go through what we
did. Do you think Breed would get mad if I asked Master Josh to
hold me for about thirty minutes while they’re here?”
“Gosh no,
sprout, especially if we tell him the truth.”
“Master Josh is
strong. If he allows me to tap his strength I can speed my healing
almost ten fold.”
“Well, Hell,—
let’s ask him.” I replied. Will made a lot of sense in everything he
said. He wasn’t boastful or a wise ass. He just told what he knew to be
true. The young man had talents we never dreamed of.
Master Zack had
his Aunt’s antique upright piano in a large storage shed covered by a
canvas tarp. That afternoon we hear the sounds of Bach coming from the
storeroom. We crept to the door and there was Will ripping off the
second Bach Partita. Not just playing at it, playing it well. He
was so engrossed in the music he was oblivious to everyone gathering
around to listen. Master Zack couldn’t close his mouth for an hour.
Needless to say the piano got moved into the house and later that
evening Will played for his new family. Unbelievable shit! The
family went nuts, everyone was all over him. Bull wouldn’t let him out
of his sight. Master Jeb just shook his head and added this to his
other witnessed wonders. I wondered to myself if Brad even knew the
talents this kid possessed? Will told me later, on the way back,
Brad never knew he could play.
Part II ~ A Man
For All Seasons
Master Zack
approached the Dungeon Master and Master Jeb as they were sitting
together in the small spa in the pool. He joined them. The
Dungeon Master winked at his old friend Jeb and spoke,
“Something on
your mind, brother Zack?’
“Could be,
Dungeon Master, Master Jeb.” smiled Zack sheepishly knowing the two men
were way ahead of him.
“What da’ ya’
think of our new boy, Zack?”
“I really don’t
know how to answer that question, gentlemen. I know you’re gonna’
think I’m weird or drunk when I tell you I’ve dreamed of having this
young man as my slave. The strangest part is, I dreamed about him
before I ever met him. I never realized why I felt like I’d known
him somewhere, someplace before, sort of like deja vu, until I listened
to him play this evening. Then it struck me, this is the slave
whom I have loved for years in my dreams. With your permission, I’d
very much like to talk to you about him,— if I may?”
“Shoot friend,
you know we love you.”
“Do you have
plans for him? Will he going on the market or will he be available for
claim and transfer of ownership?” The Dungeon Master looked at
Jeb and they both smiled.
“It’s been
discussed among us, Zack. Due to the circumstances under which he came
to us some power somewhere saw to it the two of you meet. We
wanted to see what would happen. No one told you the details, but
we’ll share them with you after you’re together for a while. They
are remarkable. We’d like to see you have him if you want him. If
you decide you don’t, then he will be trained by Chief and me and put
on the market.”
“I would
love to have him for my slave, gentlemen. What are your conditions?”
“We’ll consider
this conversation your declaration of claim. You can submit a
formal claim before we go back if you wish, and he will have to sign he
has acknowledged your claim. You know the drill, if at anytime during
our waiting period you decide to change your mind, or we determine it’s
not going to be beneficial for both, we’ll talk about it. You can give
up your claim, and we’ll sell him after training. Time period,
we’re looking at six months. Three for training and a cushion of
three more because of the trauma he’s been through. You don’t
want a rebound slave. We want to make sure it’s the right thing
for both. We do expect a minimal charge of $200 per month for training
and maintenance due monthly.”
“I except your
terms, gentlemen, I’ll submit my formal claim tomorrow afternoon before
you return. I’ll sign whatever maintenance contract you have for me.
With your permission, I’ll make an informal claim for him before the
family tomorrow afternoon right after Bull and Charlie’s bonding
ceremony.”
“You have our
blessing Zack and may you find happiness with this slave.” Master Jeb
told him. Zack sat there for a minute, wiped away a couple of
tears, then shook their hands.
“Gees, the steam
from this hot water really gets in your eyes, don’t it, gentlemen?”
They smiled at him and the Dungeon Master replied,
“You know, I was
just saying the same damn thing to Jeb right before you walked up.” He
winked at Zack. The three Masters laughed together. Will’s
future was decided with a handshake. It was the best thing to
ever happened to the kid. They never asked Zack about Button. They
cared, but they knew Zack could handle two slaves. Besides they had
enough faith in their slave’s foretelling of the future they knew
Button would be well taken care of. He clung to Sarge and Titus ever
since they arrived. If Zack wanted Button he looked for Sarge and Titus. Master Zack
found Button playing with Titus and told him he needed him for a few
minutes. Button didn’t seem to mind stopping his play and tagged
dutifully along behind his Master. Zack led him between the two
biggest boulders on the back of the property. There was a flat
ledge half way up the biggest boulder he and Button patiently chipped
steps out of the big rock to get to. The ledge became their favorite
place to come in the late evening because it faced due west. They
carried lumber up to the ledge and built a nice bench to sit on to
watch the sunset and the stars come out. Button nestled snugly in his
Master’s strong arms. They spent many, many evenings there. They
climbed the steps again this evening.
Zack didn’t know
if he could do it. He didn’t know if he could tell Button he was
considering taking another slave. Love can be hard to share. He didn’t
want to betray Button’s love. Button was simple but he was kind and
loving. He wouldn’t hurt anyone. Zack rescued him from a horrible
situation of abuse. Button’s step-father allowed Button to live with
him as a foster child after Button’s mother died as long as Button put
out sexually. He was a huge man and physically hurt Button in the sex
act. In fact that was his biggest turn on to sex with the kid was to
hurt him.
Zack tried and
tried but couldn’t get Button over the fear of sex enough to enjoy it.
He loved Zack deeply but Button knew he wasn’t what his Master needed.
They sat there on the bench together. Zack pulled Button close to him
to watch the sun go down. He got tears in his eyes because he couldn’t
get past the deep love he felt for this boy and knew he couldn’t tell
him what he brought him there for. He just sighed deeply and resigned
himself to enjoying another sunset with his love in his arms. He would
tell Will and the Dungeon Master tomorrow he meant no harm, but he
couldn’t go through with it. He knew Will would be hurt but he’d get
over it. He was young and there was enough good Masters within the
family who would love to have a treasure like him.
Zack’s big heart
was breaking as he pulled Button closer to ward off the chill of the
encroaching night. They saw the first star. A meteor flashed across the
red-orange sky. Zack swallowed hard to hold back his tears of
disappointment in not having the courage nor the strength to tell
Button his decision. Button moved his head up to kiss his Master and
found his waiting lips. Zack kissed him passionately.
Button seemed satisfied the world was as it should be. He turned his
head slightly to the side and spoke to Zack.
“I love you,
Master.”
“I love you,
too, my beautiful slave-boy.”
“I know you do,
I worried a long time for nothing. You’ll always love me,— that’s who
you are.”
“You’re right,
sweetheart.”
“I can’t go on,
Master Zack,— knowing you’re unhappy.”
“I’m not
unhappy, scamp, why do you say that?”
“I know I ain’t
real bright, Master Zack, but I know things. I have feelings. You have
feelings. I’ve lived with you now for almost five years. I’ve gotten to
know you pretty well. I love you so much for what you’ve done for me,
but I know I may never be the slave you need. I also know you would
never force me to be either. You accept and love me for who I am. Would
you consider a request, Master?”
“I will consider
any request you make of me, slave.”
“Take Will as
your second slave, Master Zack. I know you love him, and he loves you.
I’m not worried you’ll love him more than me. You will love us
differently. In some ways, I’ll have a part of you he will never have,
and I’ll gladly give him the part of you I can’t make happy. Please
consider my request, Master Zack, I think it would mean a lot to us. I
know Will would be good to me.”
Zack lost it and
started sobbing hard with Button in his arms; tears running down his
face and onto Button’s. Button held his Master tight. He knew why he
was crying and let him go with it.
“I love you so
much Button. I always will. I brought you up here this evening to tell
you that but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t watch
the hurt in your eyes if you thought I might not love you anymore, so I
decided not to. Now, here you are, once more, being the strong one
between us, giving to me, wanting to see me happy; you see more than
all of us give you credit for.”
“Well,— I didn’t
just fall off the turnip truck, ya' know.” he said, doing his best
Sarge impression complete with imaginary cigar punctuations. It was
right on and Zack fell out laughing.
“Good one, love,
damn good, you’ve got him down pat.” he laughed again and hugged
Button. “You sure that’s what you want for us?” He asked Button quietly. “I’m sure,
Master Zack. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,
except the night you told me to pack my things and be standing by the
curb. I’ll never forget that night and the love I have for you today
because of it. I owe you my life, Master Zack. Why should I deny you
happiness. You will always be my Master.”
They held each
other and cried in each other’s arms until it was all out. Zack never
had a talk like this with Button before. Button never opened up
to him like he did that evening. Button began to grow up. He crossed
the threshold, took the hardest step, from being a young selfish child
to a caring, thoughtful, giving adult.
His Master
taught him to love; to open his heart and think of others. Zack knew
there was a slave who had a big hand in influencing Button's new sense
of unselfishness. Button could see when he was giving it was
returned to him ten fold. That night Zack reaped the rewards of five
years of talking to Button about love, life and what it should mean to
all people. Love doesn’t start with somebody else doing the right
thing. It doesn’t start while waiting for somebody else to show
love to others. It starts with us,— here,— now. Button witnessed his
Master perform countless random acts of kindness or thoughtfulness for
others; many times complete strangers. When Button asked him why a
stranger, he replied,
“He’s not a
stranger anymore, is he, Son?”
That’s the kind
of man Zack was. He didn’t do things for praise from others. Most of
the time they were done anonymously. He did them because he truly
thought it was the right thing do and because he had a good heart.
Zack’s Master smiled down on him that evening and said,
“Here, take this
opportunity from my hand. I give you this happiness, my Son, because
you’ve earned it. Take this new slave to be your own to love, protect,
encourage and cherish so you both may grow, with my blessing. You have
found favor in my eyes. You have pleased me. I’m damn proud of you,
Son. ”
The sun went
down and the canopy of stars was magnificent. Each one came out to
witness the greater love between two men. The Milky Way, the many
campfires of souls on their way to better hunting grounds as they make
their way across the heavens toward their final home; directed,
as we all are, by unseen forces. They stood and Zack took Button in his
arms. The Master kissed his slave gently and held him against the
chill of the night.
“You’re right,
sweetheart, I’ll always be your Master. I’m proud of you, Son.”
Master Zack and
his slave walked arm in arm back through the big rocks, though the
yard, into the house. Will saw their auras passing back and forth with
each other and knew that it was good. Zack would be his new
Master.
Part III ~
Joshua Cochran, A Balm in Gilliad
The big sheet
cake was being cut and passed around. I got a piece for each of my
Masters. I was so proud of my new rings I sported an erection all
evening in front of the family. I was a little embarrassed, but what
the Hell, there was nothing I could do about it. The damn rings were
going to take some getting use to. I was secretly hoping I would never
get use to them. My family laughed and kidded me in good fun.
Charlie said something funny about me and my obvious excitement over my
new rings.
“Think it’s
funny, huh, slave? We’ll see how excited you get, tomorrow. The Ring
Master’s doing you tomorrow after our ceremony.” Charlie’s mouth
dropped open. Then he smiled like he’d hit the jackpot in Vegas.
“Are you
kidding, Master?”
“Ask the Ring
Master. The rings are paid for and I have a receipt for his services
tomorrow afternoon.” Bull pulled the receipt out of his pocket to flash
at his slave. Charlie threw his arms around Bull and kissed him
hard.
“Thank you,
Master, I love you, Master Bull.”
“Yeah, yeah, I
know.” Bull said, trying to be a hard ass. He just couldn’t quite pull
it off, he loved Charlie too much. He leaned over to Charlie and spoke
sotto voce,
“Let’s not let
this get around, okay, but I think you’re pretty special, too, slave.”
Then he kissed Charlie behind the ear. “Why else would I bother to have
you ringed. You’re getting the nose one, too, just in case you were
wondering. I’ve always wanted to lead you around by a ring
through your nose,— now’s my chance.”
I got the last
laugh when Charlie walked around the rest of the evening with a
boner. The family really razzed him good.
Master Zack
called me over and told me to go to my two Masters for tonight. I
didn’t question his order I just went to my Maters and told them Master
Zack sent me to be with them for the evening. The Dungeon Master smiled
at Master Earl. “You wanna’ take
this one Earl or you want me to.”
“Please, Dungeon
Master,— be my guest.” Master Earl laughed.
“Go back to your
good Master for the weekend and tell him, while we appreciated his
thoughtfulness and generosity, we must decline. You’re his
responsibility for the weekend, with our blessings. We are here as
family; besides, you have to take care of Will, and we couldn’t pry him
away from Zack with a crowbar.”
They roared with
laughter at the Dungeon Master's joke. I returned and related to Master
Zack exactly the words my Masters told me. He laughed and gave
them the, okay, thumbs up sign. All the Master’s were throwing
their clothes off and everyone headed for one of the spas. Will was
with me and didn’t bother about his bandages anymore. He didn’t care
whether he got them wet or not. He just wanted to enjoy the hot water
like everyone else. We got in next to Josh and Breed in the big
spa between the rocks.
“I hear you
think I have the power to heal, young man?” Josh engaged Will.
“Not a ‘power,’
Master Josh, a 'gift.'” Will replied humbly.
“Well,— when you
stop to think about it, there is a difference. Especially in the way
you approach it. You think I can help you?”
“I know you can,
Master Josh.” Everyone was watching intently.
“I’m willing to
give it a shot, Son, what do I have to do?”
“If Breed
doesn’t mind, Sir, could you put your arms around me and hold me
for about thirty minutes?”
“My slave
doesn’t mind,— do you, slave?”
“No, Sir, I
don’t mind at all. I’d like to see what happens.” Breed encouraged.
“Come here,
little one, and let me hold you. If I could heal you after what you’ve
been through, I’d be happy.”
“I knew you’d
say that, Master Josh,— that’s the kind of man you are. You’re really a
lucky slave, Breed.”
Will moved
easily into Josh’s big arms. Josh opened his legs for Will to set
between them on the bench of the spa. Josh held him close and kissed
him behind the ear. Suddenly, Josh got a funny look on his face.
He looked down at Will. He looked at us sitting around in the tub. He
looked at his slave.
“You guy’s feel
that?”
“Feel what?” We
asked Josh.
“That energy
flow around us. Are you doing that, Will?”
“No, Sir, Master
Josh, you are. You haven’t experienced it quite this way before, and
you don’t now how to control it. You’ll learn. I’ll help you.
Beau will help you. You’re very powerful. Right now, I’m taking what I
need, but I can’t take all your energy at once. That’s why you feel the
excess around you. You’re generating it, but I have to send some of it
back because you’re just too damn strong.”
“That’s the
weirdest damn thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Well, the second
weirdest. After I lost my dick I’d wake up in the hospital with a
roaring hard-on. I’d feel down there thinking somehow it might have
grown back in the night. It hadn’t, but yet, I could feel it hard. The
nurses told me it was something they called phantom limb syndrome. A
guy loses an arm or any part of his body and can still feel it sometime
for years later. He can even feel it itch and wanna’ scratch it.”
Everyone shook
their heads wondering what the poor man must have gone through.
“You’re much
stronger than I am, Master Josh. More than double my gift.”
“Are you
serious, Will?”
“You feel it
don’t you, Master?”
“I sure as Hell
feel something, but I’m not ‘doing’ anything. Well, let me hold you and
let’s see if, together, we can heal you.” Will relaxed in Josh’s arms.
Josh seemed to be getting into the idea that maybe he could heal
someone. Whether he could or not it was a wonderful thought.
“If this is
true, if I really do have a gift to heal people, why me?” Master
Josh asked rhetorically.
“Did you ask
that question when you lost you dick that day, Master Josh?”
“Yes, that day
and hundreds of times thereafter, bro, but---”
“God saw
something was taken away, and he gave you something of equal value,—
maybe even greater value, depending on the way you want to accept and
use it.”
Josh Cochran was
visibly stunned by the honest, no nonsense words coming from this small
man he was holding. Will was in Josh’s platoon. Josh wanted to
fuck Will’s little bubble-butt in the worst way in Nam but it was too
dangerous to try. Josh tried to get to know Will as best he could but
he was an officer and Will was a non-com grunt. Still, Josh always felt
he and Will had unspoken things in common. Will was the only man
in his platoon he admired or would’ve ever wanted to see again after
Nam. Here he was holding this remarkably accomplished little man. Josh
was moved and touched by his simple but sincere approach to life.
To Will, there were no grey areas. It was black or white. It either was
or it wasn’t. Life either had to make sense or why bother?
“Could you teach
me to use my gift, Will?”
“Not by myself,
Master Josh; however, Beau and I can together.” Me? Why me? Will
looked at me and smiled a smile I saw earlier in the day in the
bedroom. He spoke directly to me.
“Exactly! Why
not you, Beau?” I almost drowned in the hot tub. Chief and Master
Zack had to pull me up.
“How could that
kid,— oh, fuck it,— I give up! Just learn to accept strange
things in your life, Beau. They’re happening at an increasing pace. I’m
not ready for the little green men in saucers yet, but who knows? That
could be next. I only hope their anal probe is a really big one.
I’d hate to go through that humiliation without some fun.” I thought to
myself.
Will asked Josh
Cochran if he would help him with Master Jeb. Could he and Breed come
for an evening and between the six of us, Chief, me, Will, Josh, Breed
and the Dungeon Master, Will felt certain we could heal him
completely. Josh made Will a deal. Josh would call tomorrow evening and
talk to nurse Beau for a progress report, and if it was positive they
would ride up to Mt. Washington whenever Will needed them. Will thought
that was a wonderful idea.
Josh continued
to hold Will for a long while. Partly because of Will’s need and
partly because Josh found Will intelligent, warm, witty, and lovable.
He didn’t want to let him go. He and Breed were enjoying his
conversation and company. The little man was a charmer.
Bull couldn’t stand it any more and ordered Will over into his lap. He
and Charlie talked with Will. Will felt Master Bull get a roaring
hard on while sitting on his lap, but he didn’t say a word. He knew it
was a normal reaction. He was also a bit flattered. He told me later he
couldn’t understand why he was so frightened of Bull when he first
knelt to pay homage to Bull’s boots. He now knew Bull to be a
gruff but intelligently charming, big man. He just looked meaner than a
sack full of bobcats. Maybe that was it.
The evening was
coming to an end and people were beginning to leave or retire to their
camp sites. Sarge and Titus asked if Button could stay with them
again and Master Zack gave his approval. Zack was getting tired from
the days activities. He had another full day to see to his guests and
coordinate everything. So far, he had done an exceptional job and
the entire family was impressed with his efforts as host. Master
Zack, Will and I headed for the house and his bedroom.
We saw to Will,
and I gave him another pain pill. I don’t think he really needed
it, but it seemed to help him relax. That seemed to be the important
thing for the moment. Will assured me, with the family’s love,
Master Zack’s love, and Master Josh’s help he would be further along in
his healing than he originally planned. He seemed so sure of
himself, I was convinced there was no doubt in his mind. We got him
settled and Master Zack once again led me to his dungeon. He told
me he would’ve liked to take me in the bedroom but since Will was with
us we’d use the dungeon.
He had a large
bed in the dungeon covered with a leather hide. I helped him off with
his leathers and we made love. He was different from the night
before. He took me like a slave but fucked me like a lover instead of a
Master; although, he never left any doubt as to who was in charge. It
was a given when you were with the Whip Master, he was always the
Master in charge. He fucked me like he hadn’t had sex in
months. He gave me permission to come after he got his, and I
took full advantage. We lay there together with him still inside me
making love and talking. He pulled out and I cleaned him with my
mouth. Master Zack wanted to talk for a while and I lay there in his
arms listening to his afternoon with Button and the remarkable talk
they had.
“He's come a
long way since we first met you, slave. I’ve got you to thank for his
opening up to me.” allowed Master Zack.
“When I did what
I did I had no idea that it would have that results. I didn’t plan it
that way. I just wanted to do something nice for two people I admired.”
“Whatever
reason, slave, I will always be grateful and have told your Masters as
well. You are one lucky slave to have those two fine men to serve.”
“You’re right,
but I haven’t quite figured that one out yet, Master Zack. I thought I
was going to be Master Earl’s total slave and now he tells me I will be
a slave to him and the Dungeon Master. Don’t get me wrong, I love
them both and will serve them with equal enthusiasm.”
“Most slave’s
would kill to be in your position, slave. Be thankful you have
two men who have bonded as brothers and are willing to share you. They
certainly have been generous with you and me. They knew we needed
something from each other to get us through a difficult period.
I, for one, am grateful. I’ve needed what you brought me
and generously laid at my feet this last few weeks and I’m grateful to
you as well. Well, Hell, slave,— you know how I feel about you.”
“I do, Master
Zack, and I claim as much guilt as you. There’s something you have I’ve
needed in the worst way, and you’ve unselfishly given to me. I should
be the one to be grateful, and I am, to you and them.”
“Come, slave,
bathe your Master and lets go take care of the ‘baby’ slave. How is it
possible I’ve fallen head over heals in love with that little shit in
two days? If Wes planned this he couldn’t have picked a better one for
me if I tried myself.”
We headed for
his shower. I bathed him and toweled him off. I loved doing that for
him. He just expected it as his due, and I gave with all my heart. It
was, indeed, his due, and I loved doing these small things for him. He
used me like a slave and not as a love object. At that time in my life
it was important, and I don’t know if I could have explained that to my
two Masters. They were sometimes blinded by their love for me when all
I really wanted was to serve and please them, to feel needed in simple
ways. It would be in my journal, for damn sure.
I told Master
Zack that secret, kneeling at his feet, toweling them dry. I asked him
to please consider never stopping to use me this way as it was one of
the most important elements of our relationship. I asked him to
consider not losing sight of these simple things because of his love
for his new slave. It’s in these simple acts he will come to love and
cherish you above all others. Master Zack looked thoughtful and then
agreed.
“I wouldn’t
allow Button to do these small things for me because of what he went
through with his step-father. Perhaps I should have. Now that you’ve
impressed on me the importance of such acts, I won’t make the same
mistake with young Will. I won’t let my love for him blind me to
the fact he’s my slave, for my pleasure and service. I’ll train him to
take care of me as you’ve done so willingly. It’s a lesson for both of
us. I can feel the joy it brings you to serve me. A Master needs these
things from his slave as well.
I forgot how
wonderful and encouraging it is to have a good slave do these small
things for me until you and I got together the first time. I’ve missed
these little things and didn’t remember how good they could make a
Master and salve feel. That’s the thing we share in common, your
need to be treated like the slave you are and want to be, and me to be
treated as the Master I am and is my due.” He pulled me up to him and
kissed me passionately. “There is always room in a Master’s heart to
show his slave appreciation.” He was so right.
We didn’t spend
as much time in the dungeon as the night before. Will didn’t wake
this time when we crawled into bed, but like a magnet, he rolled into
Master Zack’s waiting arms. Master Zack got this funny smile on
his face and kissed him good night before I turned out the light.
Part IV ~
Whither Thou Goest
Bull slid into
Charlie’s butt a long deep stroke with his big cock. This was Charlie’s
third fucking in less that eight hours. Bull couldn’t get enough
of Charlie’s ass after that first afternoon in the barn. He liked
to lay with Charlie and fuck him slow, deep and gentle for hours at a
time. Bull would stop, they’d talk for a while with Bull planted deeply
up Charlie’s butt. Charlie would tease Bull by milking Bull’s big dick
with his ass once in a while. Bull would go nuts and have to slam
another couple of hard, deep, strokes into Charlie’s butt. He
accused Charlie of milking him only to get to ride him a couple more
times. Charlie told him he weren’t no fool.
They talked and
swapped spit. Bull even came to like making love to
Charlie. After Bull once jumped the fence with Cowboy a couple of
nights on the Russian River he new he wouldn’t have any problem making
love to another man. Hell, he didn’t like all that huggin’ and
kissing from the old ladies; however, after the third or fourth boffo
fuck Charlie gave him, Bull couldn’t get enough of that either. Now, he
didn’t think about it. It just seemed like the thing to do.
He never had such a responsive sexual partner in any of the broads he
fucked all those year. He fucked a passel of them, too.
Bull never wanted to lay for hours fucking and making love to one of
them. They were for crawling on, sticking it in, and getting his rocks
off. If they got theirs while he was, good for them, because he
sure wasn’t about to help them if they didn’t.
Charlie’s fears
began to vanish when he started to realize how deeply Bull was enjoying
sex with him and Bull could get it into Charlie pretty damn deep. It
went beyond an animal sexual attraction to almost an addiction.
Bull had to have Charlie’s ass at least once and most times twice a
day. Unknown to Bull, Charlie wasn’t a virgin to a man’s cock. He
didn’t start with a man who had an average size dick. He started
from the top. The same weekend Cowboy was getting the b’jesus fucked
out of him by Bull, Charlie was serving his ass up hot for Big
Beryl. He approached Beryl and told him he wanted to try because
he was in love with Bull and wanted to know what it felt like to get
fucked by a man with a large dick.
Beryl didn’t
laugh at Charlie but told him what to go buy at the drug store to clean
himself good so he didn’t get hurt. He gave Charlie detailed
instructions and patiently waited for him. When Charlie was
satisfied he was completely clean Beryl took over. Charlie took
all of Beryl the first time and after Beryl satisfied them both,
Charlie insisted Beryl fuck him twice more that night. The same
thing occurred the next night. It was all Charlie’s doing and Big
Beryl didn’t try to sway him one way or another.
“Master Bull?”
“Yeah, slave?”
“I wanna’ be
honest with you going into this relationship. It means more to me
than I can put into words. I want to be your honest slave; a slave you
can trust which means I should have no secrets from you.”
“Fair
enough. Is this show and tell time?” Bull joked.
“Sort of.
I ain’t a virgin to men, Master.”
“You never said
you were. I never asked, but it isn’t important. Since
we’re laying our cards on the table, neither am I. Cowboy took me
by the hand that weekend on the Russian River. You have him to
thank for me finally having the courage to seriously ask you to let me
in your ass. Something happened to you that weekend. You
were a lot different towards me after that weekend and allowed me to
get closer to you.”
Charlie started
laughing, clamped his ass down hard on Bull’s dick and pushed his ass
to the base. He hugged Bull to him and laid his head on Bull’s
broad chest.
“Son of a
bitch!” Bull exclaimed, “That dirty old man got your cherry that
weekend, didn’t he?” Bull almost fell off the bed laughing.
“Son of a fuck’n bitch! We both jumped the fence big time that
weekend and here it is almost three years later,— ” they were laughing
at each other and together.
“We’ve wasted a
lot of time, Sir, and its all been my fault. I should’ve let you
know how I felt earlier, but I was so afraid of losing you. Having you
for a straight buddy was better than not having you at all.”
“Well, that’s
one I won’t let you accept the guilt alone. Cowboy talked to me
like a Dutch uncle. He was the first one to tell me you were in
love with me. He wanted to see us together. I haven’t
told you, but they just arrived not long ago for our ceremony
tomorrow. All of them came.”
* * * * * * *
Charlie couldn’t
get enough of Bull’s big dick up his butt. He realized in the
barn, living without Bull’s dick in his ass was not an option, and he
was willing to pay the price to get it. When he agreed to be
Bull’s slave he never looked back. The adjustment for a womanizing,
Hell raiser like Charlie wasn’t easy. On top of that to accept the role
of slave to Bull made him bite his tongue more than once. He and
Bull had some wild ass times in the past. Charlie couldn’t remember a
time when he wasn’t in love with Bull. Bull admitted he wanted to get
into Charlie’s ass from the first time they met. They’d get drunk and
Bull would pull Charlie up to him, feel down to grab his tight ass and
tell him,
“Some night,
Charlie. Some night, I’m gonna’ get me a piece of that ass.”
“You don’t want
my ass, Bull, you’d never go back to those dogs you sleep with.”
Charlie would reply, then they would roar with laughter. They
loved each other even then. They wasted all those years playing
two, macho, find ‘em, fuck ‘em and forget ‘em outlaw bikers. Now Bull
and Charlie were making up for lost time. They were men in their early
forties and acting like two kids in their teens who just discovered sex
and each other. They wanted it all, right now. Bull didn’t get
off that easy. Charlie made him pay.
“I told you,
stud, you’d never go back to those dogs.”
Charlie would
bark at Bull like a big junk yard dog. Bull would laugh, grab
Charlie and force his big dick up his butt just for pay backs. Some pay
backs, Charlie loved it. Some of the best sex he got from Bull were
those good, hard, dry ass fuckings. His ass would be sore for two days
afterward but he’d smile every time it hurt. He’d laugh and think
about what Beau told him in the sling that afternoon: “It’ll hurt so
good.” Charlie thought he’d never really understand that concept
but he learned. Bull kept something hurting on Charlie most of the
time. Charlie never complained. He had a man whom he loved for
years and he wasn’t about to jeopardize it. He loved Bull with every
ounce of his being; from the breadth and height his soul could reach.
Bull stopped his fucking for a moment to look Charlie in the eyes.
"You looking
forward to tomorrow, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I want you to
know I don’t take a ceremony like this lightly. Once we complete
the ceremony you will be ringed as my slave for life. You still
sure you want to go though with it?”
“I’m sure,
Master.”
“Well, tell me
now if you have the slightest doubt, ‘cause that’s the way it’s gonna’
be if you go through it tomorrow. You’ll sign my contract, and the
family will have a copy. If anything should happen to me you won’t be a
free man. You’ll become a slave to the family. I won’t release your
bond as a slave upon my death. If you become a slave to me, it’s
with the knowledge you’ll live out your life as a slave. You’ll be my
slave for life; however, if anything should happen to me you will
become the family’s property and at the Dungeon Master’s discretion
sold to another Master.
I’m convinced
you need a Master, Charlie, whether it be me or another good man. Right
now, you need me, and I sure as Hell won’t deny I need you. I’m good
for you, Charlie and you’re good for me.”
“I have no other
choice, Master, I love you. To have you I know you require this of me.
I’m not asking you to consider another way. I’m just telling you,
I love you enough I want to spend my life as your slave. I’m willing to
become a slave to be with you even if it means being a slave my entire
life. If we only have tomorrow it still would be worth it.”
Bull kissed
Charlie gently while getting in a couple more good strokes. He
rolled over on top of Charlie and fucked him hard and savagely to shoot
his third load for the day deep into his slave’s gut. He decided
to allow Charlie to come this evening in celebration of tomorrow. He
didn’t allow him to the first couple of fucks and now Charlie was ready
and primed. He shot so hard it flew over his head and hit the
wall with a ‘splat.’ Bull laughed and was thankful it wasn’t his
eye.
* * * * * * *
We awoke the
next morning and talked between ourselves, Master Zack, Will, and
I. Master Zack was coaching Will on the proper response
when he made his claim for him later today in front of the
family. Will said he thought he could remember with no problem.
Then Will asked if I would remove his bandages this morning.
“Absolutely not,
young man. I gave those doctors my word I would take care you. How’s
that gonna’ look if I take you in tomorrow, and I’ve removed your
bandages. They’re gonna’ think I’m not a very responsible person to let
you talk me into something like that. I don’t care if you think you are
completely healed. If they decide you’re healed and the bandages can
come off, then they can take them off.”
“Beau’s right,
Son, I won’t let you take them off either. That’s you first order,
slave, from your new Master. You leave those bandages on until the
doctors check you out, understand?”
“Yes, Master
Zack, I’ll obey.”
“That’s my good
slave. Now, let’s go in and see what’s going on.” A lot of people
were up all ready and General Oscar and staff were busy in the
kitchen. I reported for galley duty and was put on the coffee
detail once more. I no sooner got one urn ready to go than the other
ran out. Damn, those folks could drink some coffee. Allen
and all the kitchen staff were agog over my rings. Especially my nose
ring. Funny thing was, they were almost completely healed.
“Do they hurt?”
asked Charlie.
“Not a bit.’ I
replied, “After you have yours done today ask Will to heal the wounds
and they won’t hurt, I promise. He’s unbelievable, look at Allen’s arm
this morning.” Allen raised his arm for Charlie to see and was
amazed that almost all the redness was gone and there was no pain. “Will your
Master’s make you wear the nose ring in public?” Charlie asked.
“I hope so,
maybe not, I don’t know. Whatever they want is fine with me.” I
replied trying not to have any preference.
“You’ll wear it
if I have any influence as head of this family.” said Big Beryl, “You
look damn hot with that ring. In fact Blaine may get one today,
too.”
Blaine was
standing in the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at
me, rolled his eyes, winked, smiled real big and shrugged his
shoulders. The big surprise of the morning was when Big Dirk walked
into the room for coffee. He had an enormous ring through his
nose. The Ring Master had just put it in for him. Allen
almost fainted, then ran to his Master and hugged him.
“Damn, that
looks hot, Dad!” Allen told him.
“Well, everyone
says you lead me around like a bull with a ring through his nose so I
thought we may as well add some truth to it.” He bellowed with
laughter. He did look hot with that ring through his nose,— just
like a big ole bull.
I ate brunch
with my four Masters and Master Josh, Breed and Will. Will was
fidgeting. His bandages itched and his cast itched. Everyone in
the Family signed his cast.
“Too bad,” he
commented sadly, “‘cause it comes off tomorrow.”
“Now,
Will, you don’t know that.” I told him. trying to play the Devils
advocate.
“If I’m healed,
why leave the cast on?” He had a point but maybe the pair of docs would
see it differently or perhaps they just might see a paradox. I
didn’t know whether Yoshie and Sam were going to be able to make
it. Yoshie’s schedule was pretty hectic.
* * * * * * * It was two
o’clock and everyone began to gather for Bull and Charlie’s ceremony.
Bull wrote the ceremony and only told Charlie the parts he was to
respond to and the words he was to say. He wanted the rest to be a
surprise for Charlie. He razzed Charlie telling him he was going to do
everything from public castration to making him take his piss in front
of the family and a couple of worse things. Charlie sensed most of it
was good natured fun but there was an element of doubt that kept him
wondering,— not really knowing what to expect. His Master has a
romantic side Charlie didn’t realize at the time. They were so
impressed with the Dungeon Master’s handling of my slave ceremony they
asked him to officiate and for Big Beryl to give the final blessing.
They asked the Masters present to surround them equally spaced so
others could see the ceremony between them.
The Dungeon
Master looked hot in his leathers, no shirt and vest. His working out
and upper development stopped a few hearts that afternoon, mine
included. To know that hunk of man was going to be one of my future
Masters made me reconsider my position. Fuck! Master Zack was
right, I was a lucky slave.
Bull led Charlie
from the upstairs room they were staying in. He led him by his leash
and collar. Charlie was nude and Master Bull was wearing his
handsome leathers. He looked like a bad ass leather God. They
walked into the circle of Masters. There was a small table behind the
Dungeon Master with several items. There were two pads for them to
kneel on the ground. Bull snapped his fingers for Charlie
to kneel. Charlie obeyed and Bull knelt on the other pad. He looked up
to the Dungeon Master and nodded they were ready.
“Friends,
Family, Guest, Masters, and slaves,” the Dungeon Master began,“we have
come together this afternoon to witness the bonding of these two good
men as Master and slave. Master Bull and his slave Charlie. Charlie’s
the one with no clothes in case anybody doesn’t know them.” Everyone
laughed at the Dungeon Master’s joke.
“Master Bull, is
it your wish to take Charlie as your slave for life?”
“It is my wish,
Dungeon Master.”
“If he chooses
to become your property will you care for him, provide for him and keep
him from harms way?
“I will, Dungeon
Master.”
“Will you love
him, forsaking all others through sickness and health?”
“I will, Dungeon
Master.”
“Will you see to
his training to become a contributing member of this family and a slave
who may be proud to walk in your shadow?
“I will, Dungeon
Master.
The Dungeon
Master turned to Charlie.
“Charlie, is it
your wish to become Master Bull’s slave for life?”
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master, it is my wish.”
“Have you been
threatened, coerced, black mailed or mistreated in any way to force you
to make this decision?”
“No, Sir,
Dungeon Master, I have not.”
“I will ask you
twice more, Charlie, do you wish to give yourself into slavery to
become Master Bull’s total save for life?”
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master, I do so wish.”
“Do you realize
that by signing Master Bull’s contract you will not only become his
slave you will become a slave for the rest of your life? Should
anything happen to Bull you will become the property of the family and
may be sold to another Master.”
“Yes, Dungeon
Master, Sir, I do so realize.”
“Do you further
realize there are no clauses in his contract to protect you from
anything Master Bull may wish to do to alter your body? Do you
understand and agree to that?”
“Yes, Dungeon
Master, I do understand and agree to sign his contract as is, without
clause.”
“I’ll ask you
one final time. Having agreed to these things before your family and
friends is it still your wish to become Master Bull’s total slave for
the rest of your life?”
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master, it is with all my heart I wish to become his total
slave for life.”
“Have you read
Master Bull’s contract, Charlie?”
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master, I have.”
“Has it been
read to you, gone over with you by a third party, its ramifications
discussed with you and all your concerns satisfied?”
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master, it has been read to me and discussed with me at length.”
“Who did this
for you, Charlie?”
“Master James
Redfeather, Dungeon Master.”
“Master
Redfeather, is this true?”
“It’s
true, Dungeon Master.” Chief answered. I didn’t know Chief did
this for Charlie. He was fast gaining stature within the family and was
well thought of. I was proud of my brother.
“There’s still
time to reconsider, Charlie. Once you sign your name to Master Bull’s
contract before God and these witnesses, we will continue with
the ceremony and you will become Bull’s slave for life. Do you
still wish to go through with this and become Master Bull’s slave?”
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master, it is with all my heart, soul and being I so wish.”
“Then come
forward Charlie and affix your name to Master Bull’s contract.” Charlie
got up with Bull’s help and walked to the table. He took the pen and
signed his name on the appropriate line on the last page of the
document. Bull took the pen and signed his name under Charlie’s
as Master. They asked Chief, Beryl and Zack to witness their
signatures and sign as witnesses.
“Will the three
witnesses please step forward?” Requested the Dungeon Master.
They each came forward and signed their names as witnesses.
Bull lead
Charlie back to the kneeling pads and snapped his fingers for Charlie
to kneel again. Bull knelt facing Charlie. The Dungeon Master
continued with the ceremony.
“I don’t know
how many of you know Bull well? I’ve gotten to know him pretty well
over the last several years and more so these last few weeks. I
feel I know him well enough to tell Charlie he has given himself to one
of the finest Masters it has been my pleasure to come to know.
I’d like to say, what has surprised me about Bull, Charlie may or may
not know, is underneath the mean looking, gruff exterior is a
powerfully romantic, strongly committed man.
Bull wrote the
ceremony you’re about to witness and I have but one thing to say about
it. It took a man with a big heart and one Hell of a lot of love to
conceive of this ceremony. The contract on the table behind me is
recognized as a binding document by our family. It’s enough to bond
Charlie to Bull for life. It’s Master Bull’s guarantee his slave
Charlie will honor his commitment. It’s also Charlie’s assurance
he is now owned by a man who from this day forth he must always refer
to as Master. The ceremony you’re about to witness is deceptively
simple but filled with symbolism. This part of the ceremony is for
Bull’s slave as his commitment to him. There are four objects on the
table. I’ll describe each and then we’ll begin.
There’s a three
foot, four inch wide silk cloth with nice fringe on the end with
Charlie’s name embroidered on one end and Bull’s name on the
other. Bull tells me mom Curuthers out there made it for
them. Stand up, Mom.” Everyone applauded mom as she stood.
“The second
object is a silver chalice, Bull found in a thrift shop for a buck
fifty.” Everyone laughed. “For this ceremony, it isn’t the price
of the object, it’s what it means.”
“The third
object is a hunting knife and the fourth object is the Holy Bible. We
will now begin the ceremony.”
Bull knelt in
front of Charlie on the pad provided for him. The Dungeon Master
handed Bull the hunting knife. Bull winked at Charlie and placed the
tip of the knife against his right hand wrist and made a small clean
vertical cut in his skin about two to three inches long. He ordered
Charlie to turn his head and Charlie obeyed. Bull took Charlie’s
right wrist and made the same cut in the same place as his.
Charlie didn’t flinch. Bull handed the knife back to the Dungeon
Master who returned it to the table. Bull grasped Charlie’s wrist
with his hand beyond the cut and Charlie grasped Bull’s arm in the same
place. The two cuts were together and bleeding nicely. The
Dungeon Master took the silk cloth and wrapped it around their wrist
three times and tied it in a square knot on top. The cloth began to be
stained with their blood.
The Dungeon
Master held up the chalice filled with wine and spoke.
“In the
Christian communion service Christ told his disciples the wine
represented the blood of his body which was shed for them and for many.
It is in that same spirit that this wine represents not only the blood
of Christ but the blood of the two men before you. Each will drink of
it as will every Master in the circle and myself. What’s left will be
consumed by Master Beryl the revered head of our family.”
The Dungeon
Master handed the chalice to Bull who sipped of the wine and handed it
to Charlie who did likewise. Then the Dungeon Master took it to the
first Master in the circle, Master Dirk, who sipped and passed it on to
the next Master until all sipped from the chalice. Finally the Dungeon
Master took a sip and handed the chalice to Master Beryl who downed the
rest. Everyone applauded. The Dungeon Master placed another pad
in front of Bull and Charlie. He motioned me to come and kneel with
them. I was surprised, I didn’t know I was to be included in the
ceremony. I knelt and nodded to both Bull and Charlie. The
cloth was very stained with their blood by this time. The Dungeon
Master handed me the open Bible to hold for them.
“Now,
Master Bull’s new slave Charlie will speak:
“Master Bull,
what I am about to say is a paraphrase of the words Ruth said to Naomi
in the Book of Ruth from the Holy Bible: Never tell me to leave you,
nor to return from following you: for where you go I will go; Where you
live, I will live; your people will be my people and your God my
God. Where you die, I will die also, and there will I be buried:
May God do this to me and more if anything but death should part you
and me.
My words to you
in bonding are these few but there are many more in my heart: You are
now my Master; I am now your slave. I accept my position of
servitude to walk behind you through life. Your life has now become my
life. I will strive to learn the ways of a slave to serve you by
day and comfort you by night. I place my hand upon the Holy Bible and
do so swear."
“My good slave,
my words for you are a paraphrase of the Song of Solomon from the Holy
Bible: Who is that who comes forth from the wilderness leaning upon his
beloved? It is a Master and his slave. Set me as a seal upon your
heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is stronger than death. There
are no waters that could quench my love for you, neither could a flood
drown it. So it was, so it is, so it shall be. I am now and
forever more, your Master. I accept you as my beloved slave. I will
love you, forsaking all others, ‘til I see my last dawn on this Earth
and, God willing, beyond. I will protect you, care for you, and train
you in the ways of a noble slave, servant, and companion. I accept the
responsibility to encourage you, and demand you live your life to the
honor of your Master and family. I place my hand upon the Holy Bible
and do so swear.”
There wasn’t a
dry eye in the audience. They meant what they said to each other and
everyone felt it to the core of their being.
The Dungeon
Master took the Bible from my hands and told me to return to the crowd.
I obeyed and then the Dungeon Master continued.
“Bull and
Charlie have asked the revered head of our family, The Clan Mc Innis,
to give them his blessing as the end to their bonding ceremony. Master
Beryl, Dad...”
Big Beryl walked
in front of Bull and Charlie who were still kneeling with their arms
still clasped and placed his hand on their heads. Bull placed his free
hand upon his new slave’s shoulder and his slave placed his free hand
upon his Master’s shoulder. They bowed their heads.
“Master Bull,—
slave Charlie,— I give to you my blessing on the occasion of your
bonding as Master and slave. As representative head of this
family, The Clan Mc Innis, I give you the blessing of all assembled.
May the love of our heavenly Father, his peace and understanding be
with you both, now, and forevermore, Amen!” There were ‘Amens’
throughout the family.
Big Beryl
unwrapped the blood stained cloth and set it on the table. Bull leaned
slightly forward and gently kissed Charlie on the lips. Then the
Master unclasped his slave’s arm. He stood in front of his new slave
and spoke,
“You will now
show respect and homage to your new Master, slave.” The slave
bent over and lovingly kissed each of his Master’s big boots. He
found his Master’s hand waiting and gently kissed the back of it. He
placed it to his forehead and heard his new Master’s words,
“Rise my good
and worthy slave and show your Master love. Charlie jumped into
Bull’s waiting arms and they kissed a kiss that had everyone swooning.
Big Beryl said he almost ran for the fire extinguisher. The audience
went nuts and all the Masters who participated came to congratulate
them. It was one of the finest bonding ceremonies anyone could
remember. Many ceremonies thereafter were patterned on Bull and
Charlie’s ceremony.
“Before we break
up there is one further matter to be brought up before the family.
Master Zack has something to say. Master Zack...”
“Thank you,
Dungeon Master, I’d like to thank everyone for coming this weekend and
for all of you who pitched in to help a special thanks. We
certainly couldn’t have done it without you. The main reason I wish to
speak to you is to announce my claim for our newest family slave, Will.
I would make claim for him as my second slave. Do you acknowledge my
claim, slave Will?”
“I acknowledge
your claim, Master Zack, and would be honored to become your second
slave. Thank you for making a claim for me.” Zack grabbed Will,
kissed him in front of the family and everyone cheered. Will won their
hearts over the weekend. Button came up, hugged and kissed Will and
told him he was happy for him. He was looking forward to having him for
a brother. Will told Button the same.
There was
another cake afterward and more to drink. Finally Bull led Charlie to
Master Zack’s Dungeon where Charlie was ringed with the same rings I
had. He knew he looked hot. He knew he belonged. His soul
was at peace. Charlie was so proud of his rings and his Master
cared enough to have him ringed. Charlie sought out Will and
asked him to heal the wounds. He said almost all the pain was gone
after Will touched him. Like me, Charlie was amazed.
Blaine got his
nose ring. Master Beryl had the Ring Master do it after Charlie.
Blaine didn’t know whether he was going to like it or not but when he
stood in front of a full mirror, he was pleased. It also pleased
his Master which lately had become Blaine’s first priority. Yes,
he decided, he would be quite happy with the new look.
It was getting
late in the evening and everyone was saying their goodbyes and wishing
Bull and Charlie well. They wore band-aids on their arms but
there was no further bleeding. Especially after Josh ran his hand over
each of them. It seemed to stop the bleeding immediately. Josh
was amazed as they were.
Bull and Charlie
had to leave as they had an early morning the next day. Bull grabbed
Will into his arms, hugged and kissed him.
“You know we
fell in love with you this weekend don’t you, scamp?”
“Thank you,
Master Bull, I sort of fell for you guys, too.”
“You come visit
us any time, ya’ hear?”
“Thank you,
Master Bull, and I know you and Charlie are going to be very happy.”
They left, waving to everyone as they rode away on their bikes. It was
getting late and we needed to get home as well. We had a full day the
next day.
Master Zack said
his goodbyes to us with tears in his eyes. He thanked us and
thanked us for coming. I said goodbye to Master Earl. He left
shortly before us. Master Zack took Will aside and spoke to him
as he held him close.
“I’ll call
tomorrow evening to say hello and speak to nurse Beau about what the
doctors found. We have six months until you can become my second
slave. I agreed to all the Dungeon Master’s terms. They want to
train you and give you some breathing room after your last
experience. I agreed. I’ll wait. I’ll admit it’ll be hard
but I’ll wait. I’ll ride up to visit and we can make arrangements for
you to come visit us. Are you comfortable with that, Son?”
“Yes, Sir, I
trust these folks and I trust you. If it’s what you want, Master,
then it’s what I want. I love you, Master Zack.”
“I love you,
too, Will” They kissed and Will was ready to go. We got in the back of
Chief’s truck and Master Jeb rode up front with the Dungeon Master. We
waved goodbye as we drove out the tall gates and left Master Zack and
Button standing there waving goodbye. Will crawled into my arms and
promptly went to sleep. He slept all the way back to Mt.
Washington. I dozed a couple of times. I was tired from all
the excitement and the emotional roller coaster I’d been on. I
was glad those highs and lows were coming to an end. I was ready to
settle down into a steady life of being a slave.
That night Chief
invited Will to sleep with him and Will asked the Dungeon Master’s
permission. Big Jim told him it would be fine but for him to be
good and mind Chief. We had no doubt he was going to be asleep before
his head hit the pillow. Chief was a life saver. My Giant had so much
backed up come he said his balls ached. He wanted me to ride Babe
to the barn. My head was in the right space for a good bull ride.
I know he wanted me to ride Babe so he could get a good close look at
my new rings. He kept looking at them and I swear it made Babe even
harder in my ass.
After I started
my ride I knew Babe was going to gallop for the barn. I was
right. The Dungeon Master raised me up off the bed and emptied several
days of backed up giant come into my ass. Then his wild animal entered
his body and came all over again, filling my ass for the second
time. I was full of giant come and giant animal come. I requested
he plug my hole for the night so I didn’t lose a drop. He laughed
and plugged me. I told him how proud I was of him today and what a fine
job he did at the ceremony. I could feel him radiating pride from
my compliment. He held me close, my backside to his belly, and
kissed me gently behind the ear.
“I’ve missed
you, slave.”
“Oh, Master,
I’ve missed you and Babe, too.”
“Welcome home,
slave.”
“Thank you,
Master, it’s good to be home in your arms again.” He held me close as I
heard his breathing change and he drifted off to sleep. I felt
myself being reeled back into his warmth several time during the night.
I thanked God for Master Jim’s love and for all that happened over the
last week.
The past
weekend, I was so busy with other people, taking care of Will, and
sorting out my own messed up psyche that it seemed I shelved my
thoughts of my two Masters but they were always there. The two of
them, drifting on the back roads, by the rivers of my memory, forever,—
gentle on my mind.
End Chapter 27 ~
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