Will
insisted on
getting up at the crack of dawn with Chief to go downstairs, have
coffee with him, and see him off for the day. There was a
mystical bond that was developing between Chief and Will. Chief, being
a native American, could sense the special gifts Will possessed and
like all of us, was disarmed by his unassuming charm. Chief was touched
the young man thought enough of him to want to see him off for the day.
Chief left for
work with a light heart. Likewise, Will stayed up to wish the Dungeon
Master and I a good day and see us off on our morning run. He
made more coffee by the time we got back and helped me with
breakfast. He was willing to do anything to help. His appointment
with Dr. Tagame and Dr. Bear, as we called Doctor Dan, was not until
three in the afternoon. He didn’t seem the least concerned. He
felt great. No pain anywhere. Nither did I have any for that matter.
Maybe he really could do the things he claimed. The Dungeon
Master scolded me half way though our run when we stopped to rest.
“Look what
you’ve seen in the last few months, if anyone told you what you would
witness you would’ve called them crazy. Let’s wait and see before
we start passing judgement.”
He was right and
I apologized. Like always, Big Jim could zero in on a problem and
reduce it to its smallest component for an anxious slave. We got
through our morning workout and left the gym spotless. We were
just leaving as the owner arrived and a few of the early morning
regulars came in. The owner took one look at the ring through my nose
and whistled.
“Nice, slave,
very nice!” He had our number and the Dungeon Master winked at me as if
to say, ‘go a head show him the rest.’
“We were in Palm
Springs over the weekend and my Master thought I would look good with
these.” I dropped my overalls below my waist to show him all the
piercings. He almost had a heart attack laughing.
“Son of a
bitch!” he exclaimed, “Master Jim is one Hell of a good Master. He
doesn’t mess around. When he does something he does it right.
Congratulations, Son.” He grabbed me and hugged me. He was a good
man. The three regulars almost fainted, but not before they took
a good long look. Now they knew what Master Jim and my
relationship was all about. They smiled knowingly to each other like,
'We knew all along.' Yeah,— sure they did.
It was funny to
me, small acts like that, telling the owner I was Big Jim’s slave,
seemed to bond me to him even closer. To hear myself admit in public I
was the big man's slave and not ashamed of it only cemented months of
Master Jeb's, Chief's and the Dungeon Master's training. I wanted the
world to know, I was proud to be seen with and to serve this
giant man; that he owned me, I belonged to him, and I was his property
was icing on the cake. Three quarters of the queens that came to that
gym shared my opinion. They would’ve killed me in an instant to take my
place. That made me feel even closer to him. Maybe what he and
Master Earl agreed to was not going to be so bad after all. Master
Zack, as uncomplicated as he was, could come up with some gut wrenching
truths. I was a lucky slave.
We loaded up
Will in Chief’s truck. Chief gave the Dungeon Master a second set
of keys and insisted we use it to take Will to the hospital
today. We left right at two o’clock and were at the hospital,
parked and on our way in by two forty-five. Yoshie saw us
coming and ushered us into a small examining room. He left to
find bear Dan. Big Dan came into the room with a flourish, shook hands
with Big Jim and me.
“That’s, Dungeon
Master,” he smiled at Big Jim, “and slave, Beau, right? Nice
piercing, slave.” He smiled at me.
“Yes, Sir,
Doctor Dan.” My Master replied.
“And you, young
man, did you take my advice and mind this fine Master?”
“Yes, Sir,
Doctor Dan, he and Beau took me to the desert to meet my new family.”
“Did you have a
good time? You probably were in a lot of pain? Yes?”
“Oh no,
Sir. The pain went away by Wednesday and I could get around
pretty well by Friday evening. I’m healed now. You may
remove the bandages.”
“Not so fast,
youngster. Let’s have a look at you and get some pictures.” Big
Dan thumped around on Will’s chest lightly and got no pain response. He
thumped a little harder. Nothing. Will smiled like, 'I told you
so.' Doctor Bear got the message and smiled back. “You don’t mind
if we confirm your diagnosis with some pictures do you, slave boy?”
“Oh no, Sir, you
have to be sure.” Like, I’m sure but I know you want to be
as well.
“Well, thanks,
Son.” He smiled placating Will. “Can you come with me or do you need me
to get a wheel chair?” The Dungeon Master and I broke up laughing.
“He’s been
running around on his own all weekend, Doc.” I told him.
“Okay, then
follow me, Will.” He and Yohsie left with Will and we waited in
the reception area talking. Pretty soon they sent Will to rejoin
us. Doc Bear and Yoshie were gone for quite a while and then
finally Yoshie came and took us back into the same small room. Yoshie
left and soon Doc Bear and another older doctor came in with him.
“This is Dr.
Crane, head of orthopedics here at Queen of Angels. He wanted to
go over the x-rays with you, us, and Will.”
Dr. Crane put
the x-rays up on a back-lit clip board and turned on the light.
You could see everything in Will’s bone structure of his chest and
another photo of his arm. I’d seen enough x-rays to know I was
looking at a pretty normal healthy bone structure. I nudged the Dungeon
Master with my elbow. Dr. Crane also had the x-rays from last Sunday
and put them up as well. He turned to look at Will and surveyed
us individually over the half rims of his glasses.
“Now, gentlemen,
would someone like to explain to me how this young man’s ribs and arm
could have gone from this,” he pointed to the photos from Sunday, “to
this,” he pointed to the x-rays taken today, “in one week.” he
continued, “from major breaks and trauma to almost completely
healed? I’ve seen some miraculous things in my day so I’m gonna’
keep an open mind. I just want to know and learn.”
“Maybe I can
help.” I stepped forward. “You can see my nose was pierced over the
weekend. I had three other piercings you may examine. Consider, they
were all done day before yesterday and they’re now completely healed.”
All three wanted
to see, especially Yoshie and Dan. I dropped my overalls for them
to see. Doctor Crane had no shyness in examining my dick and tit
piercings. He used a scope to look in my nose.
“Are you telling
me these healings are related?”
“Yes, Sir,
Doctor Crane, Will healed me. With the help of another gifted man he
healed himself.” Will smiled at the Doctor. Doctor Crane shook
his head.
“Okay, I
told you,— you had those piercings, Saturday,—?” I nodded, “— I
would keep an open mind. I’ll live up to that statement. I’ve heard of
people who could heal by laying on of hands but never came across
anyone who truly could do what he claimed. This is pretty remarkable if
it’s true. The paradox is, it couldn’t be true, but there’s the proof.
Pictures don’t lie so I must assume the two of you aren’t lying to me
either. Will, can you heal anyone?”
“No, Sir, it
depends on how sick they are and if they are willing to be
healed. Some folks who are dying aren’t willing to give up their
sickness. My gift is small, Doctor, I’m not a real strong healer.
It takes me longer than it does others who can heal. I can do
small healings but there are others who are much stronger than I.
I found one in my new family who is far stronger than I am. He held me
for about and hour and a half last night and I took what I needed from
him to complete my healing.”
“You can heal
yourself?”
“Yes, Sir, but
it takes longer by myself. It would’ve taken me another three,
maybe four days to do what Josh did in an hour and a half.”
“And who is
this, Josh?”
“Josh
Cochran, my platoon leader in Vietnam. I just found him again
this past weekend after all these years and Beau gave him back his
dick.” That tripped the doctor’s reality switch. He shook his head and
turned his back to us to laugh.
“His what?” he
asked without turning around to face us.
“Perhaps I can
help with that one, Doctor Crane.” Yoshie patiently explained about me
being a field corpsman in Nam, saving Lt. Cochran’s life and putting
his penis in my pocket. He told the whole story, but he didn’t
know I gave it back to him. Doctor Crane looked at us with a blank look
on his face and ask quietly.
“I mean no
disrespect and I certainly don’t mean to be rude but who are you
people?” he turned and laughed again. “That has to be one of the
most remarkable stories I’ve ever heard in my life. You actually
preserved the man’s penis and returned it to him after eight years?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How did he
react?”
“He was thrilled
I thought enough of him to do it, in hopes of running into him again
someday. He said he felt whole again.” The doctor mused while the big
bear doctor was laughing his ass off, knowing the greater ramifications
of the story we weren’t sharing with Doctor Crane. He couldn’t
wait to get rid of him to hear the rest.
“It’s weird, but
you know,— I think I can understand.” allowed Dr. Crane. “Can you heal
a child who has severe burns on his arms and is in great pain, Will?”
“Yes, Sir, I can
blow fire away. I may be able to speed his recovery but can’t
completely heal him overnight if he’s badly burned.”
“Blow fire
away?” the doctor asked as if he wasn’t sure what he heard.
“Yes, Sir, blow
the fire away from a burn victim, I’ve seen him do it.” I backed Will
up.
“So have I.”
agreed the Dungeon Master.
“Doctor, I can
vouch for these men. They wouldn’t lie.” Yoshie spoke.
“The patient is
here in the hospital, Will. I wouldn’t consider trying something like
this on a regular patient, but he happens to be my grandson. He’s
in severe pain and none of the medications cut through it. Would
you try to help him?”
“Sure,
Doctor, if you'll take these bandages off and this cast off my
arm.”
“See to it
Doctors and let me know when you’ve finish. I’m convinced he’s healed,
aren’t you?”
“I was when I
saw the x-rays, Doctor. We just needed your support and final approval.”
“You did the
right thing, fix him up and let me know.” He walked out. Big bear
Dan slapped his leg and looked at Yoshie.
“What did I tell
you about the power of love, Son? Now, I want every detail from you
guys and don’t leave out a damn thing.” he roared a big bear laugh. We
told him everything about us, the family, Josh, me, and how Will fitted
in to all this. We told him about Wes. Yoshie backed us up as
God’s gospel truth. He laughed and laughed.
“Here’s this new
intern, a wealth of knowledge,— things I have no idea about, and—
well,— me and my slave of eight years must meet your family if we may
be invited sometime.”
“That would be
up the Dungeon Master, Doctor Dan.”
“Master Jim is
the Dungeon Master, right, and he’s you and Will’s Master at this time?”
“Yes, Sir,
that’s correct.”
“We would be
honored to have you and your slave visit our family the next get
together we have. We’re hoping Yoshie and his Master can join us as
well. They’re all ready members of our family and can sponsor you
for membership if you like.” said Big Jim.
“Let’s take a
look at each other first, Dungeon Master.” He held out his hand to
shake Big Jim’s.
“Of course,
Doctor Dan, we have a probationary period for membership.” he
replied as Dungeon Master.
“Wise idea.”
replied Doctor Dan.
"Didn’t I tell
you last Sunday you got a fine new Master,— didn’t I, scamp?”
Doctor Dan looked into Will’s blue eyes.
“Yes, Sir,
Doctor Dan.” Will was smiling from ear to ear as the bandages were
coming off.
“Doctor Dan
‘don’t’ lie, Son. Think you can help Doc Crane’s grandson, Will?”
“With Beau’s
help, I know I can.”
“Me, what do I
have to do with it?” I thought
“Don’t worry,
Beau, all you have to do is hold my hand. I’ll channel your gift
through me.”
“Gift, what gift
was the kid talking about?” I thought. I felt a big hand on my shoulder
and a whisper in my ear,
“I’ve always
known about it, Beaver, trust me, trust Will, but most of all, trust
yourself!” my ox said to me.
“It may drain
you, Beau, for a while, but you’ll feel all right in about an
hour. Especially if we get something to eat right after.”
“Late lunch,
early dinner on me in the cafeteria right after guys, Yoshie?” The big
Bear Doc offered.
“Thanks, Doc
Dan, we’ll take you up on it.” replied Big Jim. “We’d be honored.”
“No, Dungeon
Master, I’d be the one honored to share a meal with you guys.”
“Never a dull
moment around here.” said Yoshie.
“Here’s this new
intern,” he did a thumb motion towards Yoshie, “Oriental in appearance.
I think to myself he would have no idea of my lifestyle and here he
knows more about it than I do. Is that a hoot or what? Wait’ll I
tell my slave, Joe, about this. He’s gonna’ have a field day laughing
at his old, hard nosed Master.” We all laughed.
Yoshie went to
tell Doctor Crane we were through. He entered the room again and
checked Will’s arm rotation and thumped on Will’s chest for any sign of
pain and shook his head.
“Will you try to
help my grandson, Will?”
“Yes, Sir, Beau
and I are ready. I must lightly touch his burn, will that cause him too
much pain? I don’t want to inflict more pain on him. Once I touch
the area I can blow the fire away. Then he won’t have pain.”
“I’ll explain it
to him, Son. Please, gentlemen, follow me.”
“May I explain
to him exactly what I’m going to do, Doctor Crane.”
“Sure, Son, he’s
a bright boy. Of course any grandfather’s gonna’ say that about their
grandson, right?” He laughed.
We took the
elevator to the children’s ward, into a private room where the
Doctor’s beautiful grandson lay in pain from third degree burns to his
neck, arm and a third of his upper torso. He was only five years old
and was obviously in a lot of pain. Tears came to my eyes immediately.
Doctor Crane went to his side, took his good hand and spoke softly to
him.
“Lyle,— these
men are here to visit with you. One of them has a gift of healing
burns. We’re not sure just how it works, but he’d like to try to help
you. Will you let him?”
“Yes, gram-paw,
anything you say.”
“He’ll explain
what he needs to do, so try to listen carefully to him.”
“Aw-right
gram-paw, I will.”
“Hi, Lyle, my
name is Will. This man here with the ring through his nose,” Will
motioned to me, “is going to assist me. His name is Beau. The very
large gentleman behind him is Big Jim. You can see why we call
him ‘Big.’” Lyle tried to smile and looked into Big Jim’s eyes then
back to Will’s. “I know you’re hurting bad and I want to stop the hurt.
With your permission I need to lightly touch your burned area and then
blow gently on it. You’ll feel the fire being blown out of your
body, out of your burn.”
“Why does Beau
have a ring in his nose, Will?”
“Because his
Master loves him very much and gave it to him. He wears it proudly as a
sign of his Master’s love for him.” We were all stunned Will told
the kid the truth. He told me later if he hadn’t the kid would have
known in an instant and wouldn’t have allowed the healing to take
place. It seemed a wise move at any cost.
“Okay, Will, I
trust you, you can touch me.”
“Now, if I hurt
you remember it’s only going to be for a minute and then I’ll take all
the pain away, understand?”
“Yes,
Will, I understand.”
Will gave me his
left hand to hold. I took it choking back the tears. Doctor Crane
could see I was in distress. I didn’t know it but so was my
giant. Doctor Crane was moved by our empathy. Will lightly
touched several really bad spots on Lyle but he didn’t seem to flinch
or cry out at all. Will barely touched him. Will blew, ever so
gently, across all of the burned area. Lyle’s eyes began to get larger
and larger. His grandfather was becoming concerned when Will
announced,
“There, it’s
gone,— I blew your fire away, didn’t I, Lyle?”
The boy began to
cry tears of relief, opened his arms to Will, hugged him and wouldn’t
let him go. His grandfather was in tears. The four of us, Doc
Dan, Yoshie, Big Jim and I were all in tears. Tears of happiness
that this bright, beautiful little boy child was not in pain anymore.
“Now you can
began to heal properly with your granddad’s help. I can come back and
visit if you like.”
“Oh, please,
Will, bring your friends, Beau and Big Jim, I want to know them
better, especially the giant. He’s such a nice man. He’s Beau’s
Master, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is,
Lyle, and he’s my Master, too. We think he’s pretty terrific. How did
you know?”
“I can see
they’re colors changing together. They love each other and you love
them, too. I can see yours changing with them. I’ve never seen
such deep purples, reds and golds like you guys give off before.”
“You have a
gift, Lyle. You will become a great healer yourself one day. Do
you feel better now? Did Will blow away the fire for you?”
“It’s all gone,
Will, I love you for making the pain go away. It was so bad.”
Will couldn’t
contain it any longer and broke down as he hugged the little tyke
again. His grandfather then hugged the boy, and ask if he had any
pain.
“Not a bit.”
Lyle replied. Doctor Crane was bananas. He walked us out to the
hall.
“What can I give
you, Will, for doing this? Name your price, Son, it’s yours.”
“I can’t accept
any kind of payment, Doctor Crane, if I did I might loose my gift, and
I can’t take that chance.” Dr. Crane pulled Will to him, sobbed
in his arms and thanked him again and again. I was feeling light
headed and had to sit down.
“Food!” said the
Bear Doc. “Doctor Crane, I promised these gentlemen a late lunch early
dinner in our cafeteria, will you join us?”
“I’d be happy,
too, can I buy?”
“No, Sir, you
can’t but Doctor Dan may.” We all laughed because Will was
so protective of his gift. He was dead serious.
“I understand,
completely, young man, and will abide by your wishes. Let me tell my
grandson I’ll be back after I get a bite to eat.” We waited and
he returned with tears in his eyes again.
“The pain is
completely gone, he’s hungry, and that’s a good sign. Will, you
have a six year old boy who is now your number one fan and an old
foolish skeptic of a doctor who is forever in your debt. If
there’s ever anything I can do for you or your friends you have but to
ask. If you ever have so much as a hang nail, my services and this
Hospital’s are here for you.”
“Thanks, Doctor
Crane, but your thanks and his face when the pain went away is enough.”
We had a
wonderful early dinner with the three doctors. It was the first chance
Yoshie had to talk with the head of orthopedics and he impressed Doctor
Crane. We finished our meal when Doc Crane looked at me and asked,
“Did it hurt
when you had those piercings, Beau?”
“It hurt my tits
like Hell, Doctor Crane. The guy deadened my septum and I
didn’t even feel my penis being pierced. He announced to me it
was done and I couldn’t believe it. My tits were pretty sore until Will
told me he could take the pain away and they would heal quicker. He
did, too.”
“I’m amazed, it
looks like they were done months ago. Big Jim, here, is your
Master?”
“Mine, too,
Doctor Crane.” Will interjected, “He and Beau adopted me after my other
Master beat me pretty badly.”
“He’s a good man
then. My grandson has a way of knowing if people are good or not.
He wants you all to come back to visit if you could. I would
appreciate it, too, if you could spare the time. How about it, Master
Jim?”
I thought Yoshie
and Doc Dan were going to shit their pants trying to contain
themselves. Doc Dan kicked Yoshie under the table in jest.
“We’d be honored
to come visit him, Doctor Crane. We’ll call to make sure
you’re going to be here when we come. How long will he be here?”
“Probably about
a month, Jim. I’d really appreciate it and I know Lyle will be
thrilled.”
“Excuse me,
Doctor Crane, but he’ll be out of here in less than two weeks.” Will
said matter of factly. “He has the gift, too. He can see our
auras and by giving him our energy, he’s learned how to heal
himself. He’ll never forget. He’ll experience accelerated
recovery due to his own gift.”
“After what I
just witnessed, Will, I’m not gonna’ say it won’t happen. Lyle wanted
me to ask you, Will, when will your Master put a ring through your
nose?” Will spoke up like a trooper and told the truth.
“Tell him not
for sometime, he just became my Master last Sunday and I have to earn a
ring. It isn’t just given to a man. Beau earned the right to wear
his rings.”
“Indeed, he has,
Doctor Crane.” Yoshie backed Will up.
“Gentlemen, I
know I’m treading on ground I know nothing about and know when to bow
out gracefully. Just let me say, your goodness of spirit confirms you
all appear happy and comfortable in your lives and I am proud to call
you my friends. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’d like to get
back to Lyle and make sure he eats.”
He shook
everyone’s hands, hugged Will and thanked him again. We sat there in
silence for a minute and then Doc Dan and Yoshie started laughing their
ass’s off. They bonded that day as friends. Doc Dan said he
was impressed by the way the old man handled the situation. He knew
nothing about us or our lifestyle, could only guess, but communicated
with us with respect and dignity.
The Dungeon
Master and I were amazed at Will, his talents, his humility, his
selflessness, and his ability to handle others with dignity, simplicity
and poise. We both swore to him we would never question him
again. He smiled sweetly. Doc Dan and Yoshie didn’t want us to
leave, but they got busy with an emergency. We waved goodbye and
told them we’d be in touch. We drove back to Mt. Washington and it was
getting late. Big Jim called to tell Master Jeb we would be late
and not to worry Will had taken over the hospital. He laughed and said,
“Jeb, you think
we’ve seen some shit in our day but this little Will is unbelievable.
We’ll fill you in on the details later. Make sure Chief waits around
for us.”
They were having
dinner when we arrived. Chief cooked hamburgers for the two of
them. Master Jeb bragged on Chief’s cooking. I got some ice cream
for the Dungeon Master, Will and me. We sat eating with them and
Big Jim began to relate the story of how Will took over Queen of
Angeles. Will giggled as the Dungeon Master embellished his
story. Will and I were like a black, gospel chorus, saying amen
to everything. Master Jeb and Chief were surprised to see Will without
his bandages and cast.
“He’s completely
healed.” The Dungeon Master said. “We saw the x-rays. The head of
orthopedics came in to verify the other two doctor’s findings. He was
pretty open minded and ask Will to help his grandson who’d been badly
burned. Will and Beau took the child’s pain away. His grandfather
was so grateful he had dinner with us.”
“I knew you were
good for something, kid. Gonna’ bunk it in with the red man again
tonight?” Chief asked Will as he took him in his arms and hugged him.
“If you want me
to, Chief, I’d love to.”
“I don’t know,
sprout, you’re all well now and that little ass of yours looks mighty
tempting.” He said razzing Will.
“I’d be honored
if you took all you wanted of my slave ass, Master Chief. I haven’t
been fucked in a long time. Oh, please, Master Chief, would you,
Sir?”
“How could I
deny a request like that, gentlemen?” he smiled at us.
“I’d say you
were a fool if you did, Chief.” Master Jeb laughed.
“Amen from this
corner, eh, Beaver?” The Dungeon Master passed to me. I gave Chief the
thumbs up sign.
“Give ‘em a
grand opening, Chief.” I laughed.
“Come here,
scamp!” Will sat in Chief’s lap. “Feel that thing in my coveralls
that’s rock hard?”
“Yes, Sir,
Chief.”
“Every inch of
that has your name written on it.”
“You mean you
have William Leslie Blake in inch high letters on your cock.”
“No, silly, you
know what I mean.”Chief laughed.
“It does feel
like it could do the job.” Will joked
“I promise
there’s enough there to make you cry ‘Uncle.’” Chief guaranteed
Will.
“Certainly is!”
I said under my breath but loud enough they could hear it. They all
laughed.
“When you slide
down Chief’s totem pole you’ll know you been fucked, sprout. You’ll be
one white man who got fucked by the Indians instead of the other way
around.” We all laughed.
Chief petted him
and kissed Will while we finished our ice cream. Chief couldn’t get the
smile off his face. The phone rang. The Dungeon Master reached to
answer it.
“Hey, Josh, how
ya’ doing?”
“Yeah, he took
over the hospital.” Big Jim laughed, “They made him a resident healer.
They told two doctors to go home they didn’t need ‘em anymore, Will was
here.” We all fell out laughing at Big Jim exaggeration of the
days happenings.
“Nurse Beau?
Yeah he’s here. I’ll let him tell you the details.”
“Hello, Master
Josh, how are you and my bro?”
“We’re fine,
sweet baby, and you?”Josh asked.
“Couldn’t be
better. Just got back from the hospital about thirty minutes ago.”
“I told Will I’d
call and talk to you about his progress.” said Josh.
“What progress?
They took his bandages and cast off. Told him to go home he was healed.”
“You’re kidding?”
“I shit you not,
Sir, I saw the x-rays. The two doctors brought the head orthopedic
doctor to confirm their findings he was completely healed.”
“My God, that’s
amazing. It sends cold shivers down my spine to think I may have had
something to do with it.”
“He swears and
be’damns you were the main reason he healed that fast. He took
away the pain from the chief orthopedic doctor’s grandson. The boy had
third degree burns on a third of his body. Just blew it away. The
Dungeon Master and I were there, we saw it.”
“Son of a
bitch.” Josh laughed. “I guess he did take over the hospital. Can I
talk to him?”
“Sure, he’s
right here.”
“Will, it’s
Master Josh, he wants to talk with you.”
“Hello, Master
Josh and thanks again. They took those damn bandages and cast off
today.”
“You really
think it was because of me, Son?”
“Yes, Sir,
you’ll begin to believe in a little while. Beau and I will show
you how to use it if you want to. But, you must never accept
payment for healing someone. You might lose your gift. What was freely
given to you must be freely given unto others.”
“Fucking
amazing. You’re feeling better then?”
“Oh, yes, Sir,
so good in fact, Big Chief promise white boy can sit’um on totem pole
tonight.” Josh Cochran damn near dropped the phone laughing.
“Oh, fuck, I
guess you are feeling better if Chief’s gonna’ slam that big piece of
red-man meat into you. Lucky little save-boy. All right, sprout, you
got my attention. I’m interested. When do you want Breed and I to ride
up and help with Master Jeb?”
“Let me
check. Master Jeb, Master Josh wants to know when he and
Breed can ride up to help me with you?”
“Wednesday
evening’s fine. Tell them to plan on staying over and we’ll have
dinner for them.”
“I heard him,
Will, that’ll be fine with us. We’ll probably be up there before
the sun goes down, around six, see you then, Tiger. You give Chief a
good ride, Son, ya’ hear.”
“Oh, I plan to,
Sir, thanks for calling, Master Josh. We’ll look forward to
seeing you and Breed.” A few minutes later the phone rang again.
I was nearest and picked it up.
“Hello,
Mt. Washington!” I said.
“Is this my
slave?” I recognized the voice and immediately got hard. I paused for a
second.
“You did it
again.” I spoke in a soft voice into the receiver. Much laughter
on the other end of the line.
“Nice to know
this old man’s still got it, slave.”
“You always
will, Sir, and you know it. The Dungeon Master didn’t have to ask who
was on the line he just saw my cock salute. It’s like someone put up
the pole but forgot the flag.” I got laughter from both ends of the
line. “But, you didn’t call to speak to slave number three.”
“Yes, I did, I
wanted to find out from my new slave’s caretaker what the doctors
found.”
“Nothing, Sir.”
“What do you
mean ‘nothing’, slave?”
“No broken arm,
no broken ribs, nothing. They took the bandages and the cast off
his arm.”
“Noooo, you
gotta’ be shittin’ me.”
“Indeed, I’m
not, we saw the x-rays. The chief of orthopedics had to come and
confirm the other two doctors’s findings. He’s fine, bright
eyed, and bushy tailed. Chief promised him a grand opening tonight.”
Much laugher from Master Zack. “Wanna’ talk to him, Sir?”
“Please, if he’s
handy.”
“Oh, he’s handy
all right, here,...” I handed the phone to Will.
“Master Zack?”
Will questioned with the receiver to his ear.
“How are you,
Son?” Master Zack replied.
“Better now that
you’ve called. I’m so glad they took those bandages off and that itchy
cast.”
“I’ll bet you
are, so does that mean the next time we see each other I get to make
love to my slave and use him like a Master should?”
“Absolutely,
Master Zack. This slave hasn’t been used by a real Master in over
three years; however, I just may get lucky tonight.”
“I heard,—
you give that man your best and that’s an order, Son. He deserves your
best.”
“I certainly
will obey you, Sir, I feel the same way but the thought of YOU
using me makes my dick hard, Master Zack.”
“Mine, too, Son.
I just wanted to call and see how it went. I’m pleased and happy
all went well for you at the hospital. I had no idea you really would
heal that fast but you told me you would, didn’t you? I should have
trusted you, I won’t make that mistake again, Son, I promise.”
“I understand,
Master Zack. It’s hard for people to believe some of the truths I tell
them but that never changed my love for you for a minute.”
“I think you
really mean that, Son, and you know how I feel about you. I’ll
let you go and we’ll get together soon, I promise. I really need to see
my new slave. I may ask Sarge and Titus to take Button for the
weekend and ride up there, would you like that?”
“I would love
it, Master Zack, please try, I need you, too, Master”
“I love you,
Son.”
“I love you,
too, Master Zack,— remember me to Button.”
“I will,
Son, good night.”
“Why didn’t you
tell him about helping Lyle today?” I ask him.
“You know how
you might brag about something you learn to do well, like throwing a
ball, riding a bike, or even learning a piece on the piano.
That’s something to brag about. What I did for Lyle wasn’t
something I learned to do. It’s a gift. It doesn’t seem right to brag
about a gift. If you guys wanna’ tell him I don’t mind but I’d rather
not.”
“You know,
scamp, as weird as that sounded, I think I just might be able to
understand what you mean.” I told him as I hugged him. Will ran
to his bathroom off the downstairs bedroom, showered and clean himself
for Chief. He was all excited and quietly let himself into
Chief’s room. Chief showered, and they smelled of clean body smells and
soap. Will curled up next to Chief as Chief was reading part of
my journal. Will lay there quietly allowing Chief to finish what
he was reading. Chief lay my journal down after he finished, turned
over to hold Will, and he was sound asleep. Poor Will missed his
window of opportunity. Chief laughed to himself, kissed Will goodnight
and turned out the light. He pulled the young man close to his
body and thanked God for allowing them to save such a vital human being
from a horrible fate.
Chief’s alarm
went off and he felt this warm little bubble-butt that just fit in his
lap against his morning erection and thought, ‘I’m caught up at work. I
would be forty-five minutes early anyway. I can be thirty minutes
early.’ Will was awakened by a big stiff Indian dick being slowly
worked into his tight little ass. He smiled to himself as he
began to respond and push back to Master Redfeather’s entry. Chief
kissed him behind the ear. “Good morning,
little bro., you fell asleep last night so I though you might like a
little eye opener this morning.”
“Oh, yes, Sir,
Master Chief, you feel so good. Here,— let me help!” Will pushed back
pretty hard with his little hungry butt eating more of Chief’s rock
solid cock that was slowly forcing its way into his hole.
“Fuck me
good, Master, so you can go through your day with a smile on you
face.”
“Trust me on
this one, slave, you’re gonna’ get fucked good this morning. Your
Master’s cock is hungry for some tight little boy-butt ” Together they
got all of Chief’s sizable cock in Will’s butt. Chief couldn’t
believe how tight he was and how good the kid felt. He was going
to have to do some powerful mental tricks not to come too quickly. He
started loosening Will up with some short deep strokes and felt his
boy-butt juices start to flow. He kept that up for a few more
strokes and then tried a long deep plunge to hear Will suck in a lung
full of air and slowly let it out in a relaxed comfortable sigh.
“Oh, thank you,
Master Chief. I really needed this, Sir. You’ve got me
opened up, Sir, take all you need, I’d be honored to catch your
seed.” With that Chief withdrew completely, flipped Will over on his
back, raised Will’s legs, positioned his dick on his rosebud, leaned
into him and took him hard.
“Oh, Oh,—
God! That was good, Master Chief. Thank you so much for
remembering to take me like the slave I am. You’ll get the best
fuck out of me you’ve ever had.” Will didn’t lie.
“Before I start
fucking you, slave, one small thing for your ease. Call me either
Chief or Master. You don’t have to call me both. They both
mean the same thing. They’re both signs of proper respect.
One is just as good as the other. Whatever you feel more
comfortable with at the moment, understand, slave?”
“Yes, Chief, and
thank you, Sir.” Chief started fucking him to get his pleasure. Chief
wasn’t a quick fucker. He savored his fucking and had a little piece of
ass sheathing his big shaft that was like a dream. He was going
to float a while in that dream and have his fill until his other brain
at the end of his shaft screamed for release.
The kid was damn
good and met everyone of Chief’s strokes. Chief worked him up to
receiving some powerful, hard deep strokes and he could tell this kind
of fucking was building Will to pop his nut. He told Will he had
permission to get it, but not until he felt Chief’s flow begin in his
ass. Chief stopped his onslaught and began some gentle, strong,
deep strokes he knew the slave under him would respond to.
Will was in
slave-boy heaven to have this big handsome Indian using him as his
vessel to catch his seed. This slow deep steady fucking into Will’s ass
was about to send him around the bend. Chief sensed Will’s ecstasy and
stopped for a second to give him a kiss. Will told Chief through his
kiss he was ready to receive him. His ass was ripe for the
picking. All Chief had to do was walk in and close the door.
“I ordered you
not to shoot until you feel me get mine, Son. You don’t want to
disappoint me slave if you wanna’ another ticket to ride my ‘totem
pole.’”
“Oh, God,
Chief, I promise I won’t, I’ll be clean and ready for you Master
when you come home from work today. I’ll be laying here in the position
waiting for you, I promise.
“Don’t make a
promise you ain’t gonna’ keep, Son.” Chief told him with a steady
stroke knowing he was just before shooting a big load in his little ass.
“No, no, Master,
you can count on me.”
“Okay, Son, I’m
gonna’ give you my morning load and I’ll have another full load for you
this afternoon. You be right here, ready and waiting to catch it.”
Chief didn’t
wait for an answer and started his climb up the hill. Will knew he was
close and worked his ass hard to meet every stroke to make it the best
for the fine Master who was fucking him so good. Young Will got the ass
fucking of his dreams. He dutifully met every hard stroke Chief threw
into him. He could feel Chief peaking and felt Chief’s flow began.
Chief let out big satisfied groan as his first volley emptied into his
little morning slave. Will let go, felt his button switch to the
on position and started to shoot. His ass spasmed on Chief’s big dick
and Chief hit his second volley of come.
“Bite it off,
slave, wear it in your ass all day. That’s it, bite down hard on my old
cock.” Will took him at his word and clamped down on Chief’s cock
as he hit his second volley as well. Will could feel Chief began
his last spurt, and it turned Will on so much he hit his at the same
time. He was holding on to Chief so tight he groaned loudly against
Chief’s broad chest. Chief remained in his slave, and collapsed
on top of him, smothering him with gentle kisses and complements. They
rested in the afterglow of their joining with Will kissing Chief all
over his chest and thanking him for the wonderful fucking. Chief
fucked him really good and Will was so grateful. Best fucking
he’d had in three years. He wasn’t lying.
Chief pulled up
to a sitting position with his arms, his cock still deeply planted in
Will’s ass. He could feel Will milking him to get the last little
bit of his come. He gently pulled Will to him, tenderly kissed
him, and with his arms holding him hugged him gently. Will had tears in
his eyes as he returned the much needed affection. He broke into
sobs as Chief held him close with his cock still deep within him.
“I’m sorry,
Master, that was so good I lost it. Thank you again, Chief, from the
bottom of my heart.”
“You’re welcome,
sweet slave. You’re a great little fuck. I’ll think about you
being ready all day at work and get my old dick hard on the way home
for you. We’ll get some more red man dick in that hungry little
butt then.” Chief slowly pulled out of Will to get ready for work.
“You stay in the
position, slave. You don’t move until I give you permission.” Will
obeyed.
Chief went to
his dresser and came back to Will. Will felt Chief playing with
his ass and something being inserted. It popped in and felt full
and tight. It was a medium butt plug Chief picked up for Will. He
lay next to Will and took him in his arms. He reached behind him to
make sure it was seated properly and Will pushed back against Chief’s
big hand.
“You don’t take
that out until you clean yourself this afternoon. Then I better
damn well find it back where it belongs when I walk in this room and
find you like you promised, understand?”
“Oh, yes Sir,
Chief! It will be, I promise. Thank you so much, Chief.
I’ll feel that and think of you all day. It won’t let a drop of
your seed out of my butt.”
"That’s the
idea, Son. Now, lets get in the shower and you can bathe your
Master.” Will bathed
Chief and toweled him off. Chief grabbed and hugged him then got
dressed for work. He wasn’t going to be but about twenty minutes later
than his usual forty-five minutes early. Will went down to have coffee
with Chief. The rest of the house was up. Will got his Master a
cup of coffee and brought it to him. The rest of the household
watched in amusement.
“Slave,
Will!” The Dungeon Master barked.
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master?”
“Bend over and
spread ‘em!” Will immediately did as ordered so we all got a good look
at his new plug.
“Looking good,
slave.” The Dungeon Master laughed. “Come here, sprout.”
Will ran to the Dungeon Master’s arms.
“Welcome to the
family, slave! Well done, Master Redfeather,— looks good Chief.” Chief
just smiled.
“Tell you one
thing, Master Zack’s gonna’ get a first class fuck when he gets this
one. He could give Sarge a lesson or two.”
“Pretty high
praise, Son.” The Dungeon Master looked at Will.
“Thank you,
Chief. I’ll keep my promise.”
“You better, or
you’ll break this old red man’s heart.” He kissed Will in Big Jim’s
lap, said goodbye to all and left for work.
“You gonna’
share your promise with us, Son? That’s not an order, you have the
choice.” the Dungeon Master spoke softly to Will. Will told us his
promise to Chief and we had a good laugh. The Dungeon Master told
him it was good he told us so we would know where he was and wouldn’t
expect him around for help.
“Best you keep
that promise, Son. That man has a big heart and deserves his
little slave brother to give up some butt to him. You give that
man as much of that little ass as he wants. Now, that’s an order,
Son.” Will smiled.
“That won’t be a
hard order to obey, Dungeon Master, he fucked me so good and now I have
his plug in me to remind me of him all day.”
“Looks good,
too, Son.” The Dungeon Master felt back there and pressed against
it as Will hugged his big neck.
“Now, we need to
talk about you joining us in our morning workouts. Since you’re
healed you can start your training. Do you have any running shorts and
running shoes?” The Dungeon Master asked.
“No, Sir.” Will
looked sad.
“No problem,
we’ll take you this morning after we get back and get you fixed up.”
Tears came to Will’s eyes.
“Why are you
guys so good to me?”
“‘Cause your
good to us and we’re your family now. Forget the past, am I not
your Master?”
“The best Master
I’ve ever known, Dungeon Master, and I’m proud to call you that.”
“In our family a
Master takes care of his slaves and sees to their needs. That way he
gets more in return.”
“I love you,
Dungeon Master.” He hugged Big Jim.
“We all love
you, too, Will. We’re gonna’ take care of you, trust us.”
“I’m learning,
Master, it may take a while.” He begged Master Jim
“We understand,
sprout, but you’re still gonna’ start training tomorrow morning.
You’ll start at the gym tomorrow as well.” Will brightened. He
was being included.
“I’ve scheduled
us to return to Queen of Angels for a visit with Lyle and his granddad
on Thursday afternoon about four-thirty. We promised and we won’t
let the kid down. It may mean he heals faster to know we care.”
“It will indeed,
Master Jim. That would be great. I’m sorry I offered before I
asked permission, Sir.”
“You know better
than that, Son. I would have even if you hadn’t. You were following
your heart and no good Master will ever chastise you for that.”
“Thanks, Dungeon
Master, Lyle was right, you are a nice man.” The Dungeon Master
roared with laughter.
That afternoon
at four-thirty Will was clean, plugged and waiting on Chief’s bed when
he heard Chief’s big work boots on the stairs. He quickly assumed
the position with his arms wrapped around his legs. Chief got a big
smile on his face as he walked into his room and closed the door behind
him. He didn’t say a word to Will, just walked over to him,
popped out his plug into a towel Will had set beside him on the bed,
unzipped his coveralls all the way from the top, pulled out his all
ready rock hard dick, and Will’s tight little ass welcomed his Master
home from a hard day's work.
Part II ~
Of Miracles and Mysteries
The week once
again was going by at an alarming rate. I wanted it to slow down.
I wasn’t looking forward to a weekend away from the family whom I had
grown to love and cherish as my own. What if,...? Stop that,
Beau! It isn’t going to happen. Try to have faith as your Master
does. Wednesday evening came and Master Josh and Breed rode their bikes
to Mt. Washington for the night. After a good dinner under the Avocado
tree in the back yard, Will took Master Jeb inside to prepare
him. Will got into the big shower in the dungeon with Master
Jeb. He had him sit on a tall wooden stool as Will lovingly
bathed all parts of Master Jeb’s body. When Will rinsed Jeb’s body he
asked Master Jeb if he might show a small amount of gratitude and
homage to a man he had come to love and respect. Jeb granted his
request. Will knelt before his Master and gently kissed the head
of Jeb’s big cock.
“Master Jeb, for
healing someone I can’t receive payment of any kind. I might lose my
gift. I don’t want to jeopardize that in any way. It makes me
unique. It makes me who I am. Nevertheless, once you’re healed and
feeling better, I would ask you to consider letting this humble,
unworthy slave be the first to give himself to you for your pleasure.”
Jeb got tears in
his eyes at this small, generous, young man who just might have the
gift to save his life begging him to use him after he healed him.
He reached down, pulled Will up to him, put his big arms around him,
and pulled him snug against his clean body.
“I promise I
will use you, Son. I will certainly honor your request. I will
allow you to give yourself to this Master for his pleasure. You
will be the first I will use as a vessel to catch my seed, then I will
plug you and not allow anyone else to enter you until all of me has
been absorbed into your body.”
Will threw his
arms around the big man who less than a dozen days ago held him
solidly, unconditionally, until Will let go of his hurt. He would
now relieve this handsome older man of his pain. Will kissed Master Jeb
gently and Jeb returned his kiss with the love in his heart that he
felt for this extraordinary young man.
Will helped Jeb
on with his bathrobe and helped him to an adjustable massage table in
the dungeon. It was similar to the one Master Zack had in his. He
helped his Master remove his robe and carefully laid it aside for
later. He helped Master Jeb lay back on the table and covered him
with a clean white sheet and blankets to keep him warm after the hot
shower.
Will came and to
us and asked us to join him in the dungeon. We all followed him
down into the dungeon. Will was nude and so was Breed and
I. The Two Masters and Chief were asked to disrobe as well.
I helped the Dungeon Master off with his leathers, Breed helped his
Master with his and Will helped Chief with his clothes.
Will asked Chief
to drum and chant while he was healing Master Jeb. Chief brought his
drum. Will positioned us behind him and told Chief to be at Master
Jeb’s feet. Will had Master Josh place his right hand on Will’s left
shoulder. He had me place my left hand on his right shoulder. He
instructed the Dungeon Master to place his right hand on my right
shoulder. Breed was to place his left hand on Master Josh’s left
shoulder and then Breed and the Dungeon Master were to clasp hands
completing the circle. The minute we joined together we felt a surge go
through us that startled but delighted us. Chief commented that
something was happening because he could see distinct auras of greens
and blues surrounding all of us. “Those are the
colors of healing.” said Will, “Now, please Chief, start your
drumming and give us a chant of courage and strength to remove the
demon from our Master. Chief started and Will folded his hands as
if to pray and bowed his head.
“Almighty
Creator, Great Spirit, Father of all things in heaven and earth,— send
your angels to us this evening to surround us and this man, — this most
worthy of men. Help us heal him with our love and with yours.
Make your face and spirit to shine upon us in our endeavor. Guide our
spirits that we may cause our essence to flow into him and cause him to
be healed.”
Chief was
drumming and chanting a hypnotic chant that we all found ourselves
unconsciously swaying to. Will folded back the blankets and
placed them at the end of the table. He then pulled down the sheet to
below Jeb’s feet so his body was completely nude. We thought nothing of
it, except the thought crossed my mind what a fine looking man he was
and what an honor it was to be here. Will started from Master Jeb’s
feet moving his hands around in small circles no more than two to three
inches above the surface of his skin. He slowly moved up Jeb’s body
moving in a rhythmic movement to Chief’s drumming. He reached
Jeb’s mid section, his stomach area and ask quietly if Jeb could feel
anything.
“Absolutely!
Heat, energy flow but mostly a radiant heat.” he replied.
Will kept moving
in the circular motion and came to Jeb’s chest. He stopped his
movement for just a moment exactly above Jeb’s heart then gently placed
his hand lightly upon his skin. Jeb went wide eyed and his rear
and mid-section lifted off the table like he was going into some kind
of spasm.
“Don’t take your
hands away from me, gentlemen, whatever you do.” he spoke to us. “Hold
on we’re almost there. He’ll be all right, trust me.” Will
stated with authority.
We all held our
positions. Master Jeb settled back and Will continued the circular
motions above his body up to and over his face and head. I
noticed Josh was getting white and watched as Breed rub him gently on
his shoulder. Finally, Will gathered each of Master Jeb’s hands between
his and prayed one final time.
“Thank you,
Great Creator, our Blessed Spirit, Most Holy Father of all things for
hearing our prayer. We are grateful for your graciousness to
allow our gifts to help this man, our brother. Guide him into
health, Father, Amen!”
We didn’t need
to be told, we all said, “Amen.” in unison knowing it was the correct
response.
“We’re done!”
Will announced. You may let go, now. He reached down,
grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over Master Jeb. Then he
gently placed the blankets over him. He leaned over and rubbed
Master Jeb’s brow and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"You must lay
here for a few minutes. I’d like you to stay down here tonight,
Master. I don’t want you climbing the stairs. You’ll be fine tomorrow
morning, but tonight, I don’t want you exerting yourself in the
least. Beau and I will bring blankets and sheets for the
futon. I will stay with you tonight to give you comfort or should
you need anything. You must not move more than absolutely
necessary. When we get you up, Master Jim and Master Josh will help you
over to the leather Futon after Beau and I have made it up for
us. Will you abide by my wishes, Master?"
“I certainly
will, Son,” Jed spoke in a weak voice like he’d run a fast foot race
and was breathless, “I don’t know what you did, but I felt a jolt of
something go through my body that I thought was going to be my last
moment on this Earth. I’m exhausted! I feel like I’ve been put
through a wringer. I’m wiped out! Funny thing though,— I’m happy.
I haven’t felt this happy in years.”
“That’s the
first sign of healing, Master,— a glad heart.”
“That’s exactly
it, Son,— a glad heart. Those are the words that best describe my
feelings.” Master Jeb was excited. Breed had to help Josh
to one of the overstuffed chairs in the Dungeon. Will went to him.
“I’m sorry,
Master Josh, I had to draw more from you than I thought. Please,
forgive me, you’ll be all right in about an hour. Until then sit
and relax. Breed, can you get him something to snack on and
something to drink. No alcohol though. Milk, orange juice,
coffee, a soda, or iced tea. The Dungeon Master and Beau can help
me with with Master Jeb.”
Josh assured
Will he was all right and not to feel bad. He was there to help
and learned a lot from the experience.
“Please, Beau,
if you’ll help me get sheets and blankets for down here.”
“They’re right
over here in this cabinet, Will. I’ll get them.” I got the sheets and
blankets. Will and I made the bed for him and Master Jeb.
“Beau, may I ask
you to bring him a glass of cold water? He’s gonna’ need it when he
sits up.”
“Sure, Will,
I’ll be right back.” I ran up the stairs to the kitchen and got
Master Jeb a cold glass of water from the fridge and brought the
pitcher down with me. Will had him setting up when I returned and he
was right. Master Jeb drank that glass and another one. The
Dungeon Master got under one arm, I got under the other and together we
helped Master Jeb the fifteen feet to the bed. He could barely
walk. He sat down and then lay down. Will was very attentive, and
immediately had him under the sheets with blankets over him.
“Are you warm
enough, Master?” Will asked.
“Yes, Son, thank
you, I feel tired but not a sick tired; more like I’d had a good days
hard work and looking forward to a good night’s rest.”
“Excellent,
Master! That’s exactly how you should feel.” Will seemed delighted with
that description. He seemed to know what he was doing.
“Well,
gentlemen, thank you for your help. I couldn’t have done it alone.
Especially you, Chief, your drumming and chants guided our way to his
healing. You’ve been slowly preparing him for healing all along with
your drumming and chants. You have great gifts, Chief. I
guarantee you a new man will walk up those stairs tomorrow morning. I
will stay with him tonight. He’ll be all right, his body is repairing
itself. He needs to draw more from me this evening. I will
re-charge his batteries.
Master Josh, you
have no idea the gift you have. I was wrong about you. Your gift is far
greater than I imagined. I’ve never run into anyone with as much
potential as you have. If we can channel your gift properly, you will
perform healings that will seem like major miracles to most folks.”
We climbed the
stairs to the kitchen. We were all emotionally and physically
exhausted, including Chief. We had some ice cream, and I showed Breed
and Master Josh to the bedroom across from the Bear’s Lair Will and I
had prepared for them earlier. Master Josh was coming around and
felt better, but he was still ghost white. We all said goodnight
and went to bed.
“Do you think I
should sit down there with them all night, Master Jim?” I asked.
“No,— you stay
out of there. Will is fully in control of the situation. Let’s let him
run with it. I’d trust that little shit with my most valuable
possessions,— you, Jeb or Earl.” Then he laughed. “Seriously, Beau, I’m
convinced he knows what he’s doing. I, for one, have no doubt
he’s all ready done it. He’s healed my best friend. If he thought
he needed us he would’ve asked. I’ll check on them just before we
turn in and see if they need anything.”
“You know,
Master,— I agree. I felt something going through us like a freight
train. It was an incredible experience, I’m exhausted.”
“Me, too, love,
let’s hit it.” My giant held me for a few minutes, we kissed, and we
lapsed into a peaceful sleep; the likes of which, neither of us could
remember. It was the most restful sleep I’ve ever had. He did get up
during the night and went to check on them. The were both sound
asleep. Will was asleep holding Master Jeb in his arms. The
Dungeon Master didn’t disturb them.
The next day we
were up early having coffee with Chief before he took off. Master
Josh and Breed were up as well. We just got our coffee when the
door to the dungeon opened and Master Jeb followed by Will came into
the kitchen. Jeb wore his bathrobe, looked rosey cheeked and more
alive than either Master Jim or I could remember.
“I walked up
those stairs unassisted.” he beamed, “Come here, Will.” He
hugged, kissed Will and thanked him.
“Master Jeb,—
thank Beau, Chief, Master Jim and mostly Master Josh whom I had to draw
heavily from.”
“I thank you
all. Something has happened to me. I have to have faith in Will. He
assures me I’m well. Unless this is some kind of cruel joke and I don’t
think Will is capable of that, I’m hoping for great things.” He looked
at Will and smiled. Jeb went from man to man, hugging, thanking each
for their unfailing help in the ceremony last night.
“It will take
Master Jeb several weeks to regain his total strength, but everyday
he’ll get better. I will continue to give him my energy. I’m sure
we can count on you, Chief, to drum and chant for use each evening for
a while; at least for a week. Now, if I remember correctly, today
is the day we go visit little Lyle in the hospital.”
“Can I meet you
guys there after work, I’d like to meet him, too?” asked Chief.
“You know where
Queen of Angels is, Chief?”
“Yeah, I used to
live within walking distance. I can meet you in the parking lot.”
“How about Breed
and I coming along?” asked Master Josh. I looked at Master Jim
and he shook his head 'no,' like, 'Don’t say anything about
Yoshie.'
“I don’t see why
not.” I said and the Dungeon Master nodded approval. He got me aside.
“You did the
right thing, but we should warn Yoshie it just happened. Do you want to
call him?”
“Yes, Master,
I’ll call him when we get back from the gym. Talk to Chief. He
knows the score. Tell him to tell Sam how this happened. We
aren’t trying to set this up, it just happened.” We returned from the
gym and I headed to Master Jeb’s study to call Yoshie and the phone
rang. It was Yoshie.
“Good morning,
Beau. How are you?”
“Fine, Yoshie, I
was about to call when the phone rang. I guess Chief told Sam and
he called you.”
“Yes.
Look, you guys don’t worry. This is meant to be. I still think
Breed has a good heart. I’m sure he won’t cause me any problems.
Something came over me when Dad told me. It was like a great calm. I’m
not worried in the least. I know I have your protection.
Besides, I’m suppose to run into him here in the ER. Your cards said
so.” He laughed.
“I know but,— ”
“Look, set
him down, tell him the truth, then if he wants to come, fine. If
not, then it isn’t on my conscience. It’s time we forgave each
other, I don’t want to live forever with pain in my heart. I need
resolution as I’m sure he does. He has a Master now and has a
totally new outlook on things. Tell him I’d love to see him again.”
“All right,
Yoshie, if you think that’s best.”
“I do, and you
have my blessing and my Master’s, too.”
“Well see you
around four-thirty."
“Good, Lyle is
driving us nuts. He has improved a hundred percent and the pain never
returned. Doctor Crane can’t sing your and Will’s praises enough. I
think he’s going to have Lyle’s parents here this afternoon to meet you
guys. Be sure you wear your nose ring. Lyle can’t talk about anything
else.”
We said our
goodbyes, and he laughed as he hung up. Breed and his Master were
sitting in the kitchen having another cup of coffee with Will, Master
Jeb and the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master looked at me
questioningly. I shook my head.
“Breed, I have
something to tell you. I just got off the phone with Will’s doctor and
he told me to be honest with you and Master Josh.”
“About what,
Beau?” Breed asked.
“Do you remember
what Skip’s Japanese name was?”
“Yeah, Yoshie
Tagame, why?”
“Well, now it’s
Doctor Yoshie Tagame and he’s Will’s doctor.”
Breed turned
white and started crying in his Master’s arms. He all ready told Josh
how he tortured and abused Yoshie; yet, love him so deeply at the same
time.
“His Master is
mine and Chief’s boss at work. Yoshie and I are good friends and his
father carved the block of acrylic for your cock, Master Josh. It
was a labor of love for which he would accept no payment. When Yoshie
told him we returned it to you and you found it beautiful, he cried.
Yoshie harbors no ill will toward you Breed. In fact, he said it’s time
for resolution and to set each other free. He’s come a long way Breed
and we’re all very proud of him. He graduated from med school with top
honors. He’s in the intern program at Queen of Angels six months
earlier than the rest of his classmates because he had such good grades
and high recommendations from his teachers.
He loves you
Breed, and he knows you still love him. You can’t turn love off and on
unless you’re a sociopath. I don’t think you’re that or you wouldn’t
hurt so bad at the mention of his name. Go with us and see him again.
Say hello. Tell him you love him and you set him free. Tell him what
you told me to tell him, that you’re sorry. He understands. He said
he’d love to see you again.”
“I don’t think I
can, Beau. I’m so embarrassed by what I did to that man. I’m pleased
he's become what he always wanted to be in life, a doctor. Good for
Yoshie! No,— that's more than just good news,— it's fucking wonderful
news! I love him all the more for following his dream.”
“Unless you put
this ghost to rest Breed there’s always gonna’ be a part of you I can’t
have.” Master Josh began, “As your Master I won’t order you
to go, it’s something you must decide on your own, but I also don’t
want just part of you. I want ALL of you to love and serve me. I want
you to think about that before four-thirty, because whether you go or
not, I’m going to meet the man, shake his hand, and maybe, even give
him a big hug, if he’ll allow me to. You’ve come a long way, too, my
good slave, but you have to make that final step or you’ll never be
free. It’s the difference between right and wrong, Breed. It may
rip your Goddamn guts out, but it’s the right thing to do. If you’re
truly sorry about what you did to him, then you need to hear yourself
say the words to him whether he accepts them or not. From what I’ve
heard about the man, I don’t think that will be a problem. He sounds
like a good man and someone I’d like to know. You think about it. We
all love you. Were behind you. These men may not approve of what you
did, but they see you’re trying to change your life and they love you
for that.”
I was shocked
and delighted at his Master’s words. I thought I was gonna’ have to
shut the Dungeon Master’s mouth for him. Will had no idea of the
relationship between his doctor and Breed. He listened in fascination.
Master Jeb had tears in his eyes.
“Breed, if ever
I admonished a slave to hear the words of his wise Master it would be
now.” stated the Dungeon Master. “No Master here will order you to face
Yoshie, but there’s really only one Master you have to answer to for
your actions on this planet. If you don’t take this opportunity to tell
Yoshie it wasn’t his fault and beg his forgiveness, you will forever be
stuck in the here and now. What you and Yoshie had was a special
passion most people fine only once in a lifetime. Some never do.
The relationship
that kindled that passion is dead. It had to die for both your sakes.
It can never be again; however, the dead must be buried as resolution
for the living. Bury this, Son, so you and Yoshie may go on living and
salvage the love you had for each other in your hearts.”
The Dungeon
Master, my giant, my Master, my love, couldn’t have more eloquently put
it to Breed. I was more proud of my Master at that moment than for all
the ceremonies, excellent training, or any of a hundred good things he
did well.
Breed remained
silent looking down at the floor. He didn’t say a word but turned,
walked out of the room to climb the stairs to the room he and his
Master were staying in, and closed the door behind him. He lay across
the bed and opened the flood gates of emotions; guilt, hurt, rage,
pain, suffering, self pity, deep passionate love for Yoshie, sympathy,
and a deep abiding need to find the strength to rebuild an acceptable
image of self worth.
He heard the
quiet steps of someone’s boots enter the room. His Master lay across
the bed with him, pulled his slave to him, and let him get the rest out
as his Master held him in his big compassionate, forgiving arms.
Joshua Cochran was a man who knew how to forgive, who had forgiven much
in his life would now help his slave forgive himself.
Part III ~ A
Child Shall Lead Them
We got ready to
leave for the hospital by three-thirty. Breed had decided to accompany
us. He and his Master followed on their bikes. We took Chief’s
truck. Master Jeb was feeling so much better he wanted to come,
too, but Will talked him into staying home and resting. By this
time Jeb was listening to every word Will said and believing in him.
Before we left Will came to me and put a small gold chain with a small
medallion on it into my hand.
“Bless this for
me, Beau.”
“What are you
talking about?”
“Just do as I
ask, please. Close your hand over it. Close your eyes and think the
power of healing and goodness that you wish to give it to protect
someone else.”
I did as he
asked and felt it begin to grow hot in my hand. I grew hotter until I
had to drop it to the floor.
“Thank you,
Beau, it’s now fully loaded.”
Where did this
kid come from? What the hell just happened here?
“What is that
and why did you ask me to do that?”
“Oh, it’s just
my old St. Cecilia medal I won in a piano competition when I was a
kid. She’s the patron Saint of musicians and burn victims. Now,
you have charged it with special healing and protective powers. I plan
to give it to Lyle.”
No wonder Doctor
Crane ask us where we came from. This kid knew more than any of us
every dreamed.
We got to the
hospital parking lot at about four-fifteen and found Chief waiting for
us. We parked next to his bike. Master Josh and Breed
pulled up next to him. We started to go in, but we were missing one
person. Breed stayed behind. His Master walked back as we all turned to
watch.
“Aren’t you
coming, slave?” His Master asked.
“No, Sir, I’ll
stay here and watch the bikes.” Master Josh shook his head and
rejoined us.
“I’m not going
to force him to come.” said Josh.
“No, you’re
right, Josh,— it has to be his decision.” Reenforced my Master.
Yoshie saw us
right away and came to greet us. We hugged and kissed him. He
wasn’t the least shy about it. Then we introduced Josh Cochran to
Yoshie. Josh took Yoshie’s hand and looked him in the eye.
“Fuck! A
handshake ain’t gonna’ get it,— is it, Son?” With that they threw
their arms around each other and Josh cried in Yoshie’s arms. Yoshie
held him tight and shed a few, too.
“And, Chief!”
Yoshie exclaimed as he threw his arms around Chief’s neck to hug and
kiss him. “It’s great to see you again, thanks for coming. Lyle has
five or six books in his room on American Indians and the different
tribes.”
“Where is your
handsome slave, Master Josh?” Yoshie asked.
“He wouldn’t
come in. He’s out there with the bikes.” Josh apologized.
“Come,
gentlemen, let me take you up to the children’s ward. One entire floor
will be grateful you’re here. Lyle has driven everyone nuts as to when
you were coming. Every thirty minutes he wanted to know when his giant
was coming with Will and Beau-ring? He calls Beau, Beau-ring. I don’t
find you the least boring, dear.” Everyone laughed at Yoshie’s joke.
We got off the
elevator and approached Lyle’s room. Lyle’s granddad, Doctor
Crane, walked out, saw us and his face lit up like Sunday morning.
“Gentlemen!” he
shook our hands and hugged Will, “and these two fine looking gentlemen
would be?”
“Doctor, allow
me introduce my platoon leader in Vietnam, Mr. Joshua Cochran.” Doctor
Crane immediately made the connection and took Josh’s hand.
“Welcome,
Mr. Cochran, you are, indeed, welcome. Thank you so much for coming,
Sir.”
“Please, Doctor,
Josh is fine.”
“Thank’s, Josh,—
there’s one little boy in that room that is driving us crazy.” he and
Yoshie laughed.
“Allow me to
introduce my fellow corpsman in Nam to you, Doctor Crane. This is Chief
James Redfeather. We call him Chief.” He shook Chief’s hand and
was wowed Chief was a real Indian Chief.
“My grandson has
eight books on American Indians. He has all the names of the tribes
memorized, Chief. He will fall in love with you immediately. Thanks for
coming.”
“And you, young
man,” he spoke to Will, “were quite correct in your prognosis. If
all goes well, and I don’t see why it won’t, Lyle will be out of here
by the end of next week. I’m no longer skeptic. I know it’s because of
your intervention, and I can’t thank you enough. His parents should be
here at any moment.” The elevator opened and Lyle’s mom and dad
walked off.
“Ah, Grace and
Tom. Tom’s my son, gentlemen. Grace and Tom Crane, I’d like you
to meet the two gentlemen responsible for Lyle’s speedy recovery. This
is Mr. Will Blake and Mr. Beau James. The big gentleman is Mr.
Jim Johnson and this is Mr. Josh Cochran. This fine looking tall
gentleman is Chief Redfeather.” Tom Crane shook all our hands, but it
wasn’t enough for Mrs. Crane, she had to hug each of us and cried as
she hugged Will and me.
“Dad assures us
of your healing gifts and we’re most grateful. You’re all are welcome
in our home anytime, gentlemen.” Will took the lead and spoke for
all of us.
“We were glad to
help Mr. and Mrs. Crane. None of us could stand to see that beautiful
little boy in pain. How’s he doing?” We heard a little
voice behind us screaming,
“Will,— Beau,—
Big Jim!” and tiny little legs running as fast as they would carry him
leaped into my Master’s big arms. He hugged Big Jim, kissed him
on the cheek, and Big Jim kissed him back.
“You said you’d
come to see me and you did. I told them all you would.” said Lyle.
“How’s our
favorite little person today?” Master Jim asked Lyle. Lyle lowered his
voice.
“A lot better
since you’re here, Big Jim. I love you, Big Jim, I know why
Will and Beau love you, too.”
“You do? Well, I
love you, too, scamp.” Master Jim replied.
“I have to say
'hello' to Beau and Will and who else have you brought to visit
me? He next ran to me, hugged, and kissed me. Then he ran to Will
and whispered, “I saved the best for last, Will.” as he hugged and
kissed him. “Now who are these two motorcycle riders that have such a
kind faces?”
“Lyle Crane this
is a close friend of mine Mr. Josh Cochran.” Lyle took his hand and
then jumped into Josh’s arms, hugged, and kissed him, too.
“Any friend of
Will’s, Beau’s and my giant’s is a friend of mine.”
“I heard so much
about you Lyle, I had to come and see for myself if all they said was
true, and they were right, you are a charmer.” Josh chided him
Everyone laughed.
“Lyle, this
gentleman here is a very special friend of ours. His name is Chief Jim
Redfeather.”
Lyle’s eyes got
enormous as he struggled to get free of Josh’s arms. He ran to
Chief, jumped into his arms, hugged and kissed him, looked him in the
eye and spoke to Chief.
“Yavapie,—
right, Chief?” Our mouths dropped open and his parents looked at us.
“Now, how’d ju’
know that?” Chief barely got out, he was stunned.
“You mean he was
right, Chief?” Dr. Crane asked.
“Dead on, right!”
“Easy!” said
Lyle, “You’re tall and handsome; equals Yavapie! One of the finest
looking tribe of people there is.” Lyle spoke with confidence.
Chief picked up
on Lyle’s use of the word ‘people’ to mean Indians.
“Why, thank you,
sprout.” said Chief as he, too, kissed Lyle on the cheek. He got down
from Chief’s arms and ran back to Josh.
“Hold me, Mr.
Josh, please!” Josh didn’t hesitate to pick him up in his big arms.
“Can we please
get back in your room, young man.” His grandfather scolded in mock
sternness. Josh carried Lyle back into his room and set him on his bed. “Will,— Mr. Josh
has the same touch as you only stronger.”
“Then you can
feel it, Lyle?”
“Oh, sure, I’ll
never forget your touching me, how it felt as long as I live, and he
has the same touch but his is bigger.”
“Then, will you
please tell him,— for me, Lyle. I’ve been trying to tell him for
the last week his gift is much stronger than mine.”
“Oh, it is, Mr.
Josh! It is! Would you, please, hold me again for a little
while?” Josh looked at his grandfather who nodded his approval.
Josh sat on the bed, took Lyle in his lap, and put his arms around him.
Will watched and smiled at Lyle.
“Take what you
need but send the rest back to him, Lyle. He is pretty strong; however,
I think you can do that now. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
“Oh, yes, Will,
I can feel it. It’s sort of like drinking through my skin, and I only
have to take as much as I need to stop being thirsty, right?”
“You’re exactly
right, young man. I couldn’t have put it better myself! Now, I
have something for you.”
Will reached
into his levis pocket and brought out the chain with the medallion and
placed it in Lyle’s hand.
“This is an old
medal I won years ago in a piano competition. It’s a St. Cecilia Medal.
The patron Saint of musician’s and burn victims. I want you to wear it
until you get well. Then I want you to pass it on to another child who
is a burn victim for him or her to wear until they are healed and so
on. You give it to them with the understanding they, too, must pass it
on.”
“Oh, I will,
Will! Can you put it own for me?” Will slipped it gently over
Lyle’s small neck. It looked quite handsome on him. His mother
and father beamed and were wowed by Will’s gift.
“Is he getting
too heavy to hold, Josh?” Tom Crane asked.
“No, Sir, he’s
fine! He has a little more he wants and needs to take from me. I
can feel it now. I thought these guys were nuts;— didn’t believe in
this at all. Now, I’m a believer. I can actually feel him
‘drinking’ from me. He said it best. That’s exactly how it feels,—
right, little buddy?”
“Yes, Sir, Mr.
Josh, I’m not gonna’ have any scars or anything am I?”
“I don’t think
so, Son, but you’d better ask Will for sure.”
“He knows how
he’s using it. He’s applying it to the right areas and I doubt
he’ll have very little scaring or none.”
Lyle’s parents
couldn’t believe what was happening before their own eyes. Doctor Crane
had never seen it in action so easily observed. There was no
hocus-pocus to this. It was a real exchange of energy, a healing energy
that might be somehow measured.
“Will,— Mr.
Cochran,— how can we ever thank you? Big Jim, Beau, Chief, Josh? You
must come for an afternoon and let us do a barbeque patio thing.
We’d love to have you.
“We’d love to if
we can find the time, Sir.” said Big Jim.
“I’ve had
enough, Mr. Josh. Thank you for holding me and giving to me. I hope
your slave feels better, Sir.” Josh looked at Lyle and smiled. Lyle’s
parents looked at him and gasped. Doctor Crane caught their eye
and shook his head not to respond. He would explain later,— if he
could.
“Did that come
through, little one?”
“Yes, Sir, but
don’t worry. Doctor Yoshie’s outside by your bike right now talking to
him. They’re gonna’ be fine, Master Josh. Promise me something, Sir?”
“What’s that,
Son!”
“Please don’t
call yourself Captain Nemo anymore, you’re much more than that because
I love you. Josh picked up Lyle, hugged, and kissed him.
“I promise, I
won’t and I love you, too, scamp. Thank you, Lyle, I’ll never forget
you.”
“Take care of
yourself and your slave, Master Josh. Get him a ring for his nose, he
deserves it. He wants one, you know. He’s just too shy to ask for
it. He was right about the other thing, too, that’s the perfect
place for it.” Lyle winked at Josh.
“I will get him
a ring, darlin’! I will,— I promise.” Josh Cochran had tears
running down his face and had to get out of the room. We said our
goodbyes and left. Lyle didn’t want Big Jim to go.
“Big Jim,— I
love you,— I always will.”
“I’ll always
love you, too, Lyle, now you get better quick.” Lyle’s
parents and grandfather walked us to the door.
“I know it’s a
lot to ask, but may I call on you gentlemen from time to time if we
have some hopeless case we can get parental consent to try alternative
healing measures.”
“I’ll try, Doc,
but you know me pretty well by now. I’ll be honest with what I can or
can’t do.”
“I know, Will,
and that was one of the first things that made me want you to look at
Lyle was your honesty. I noticed you didn’t try to lie to him either,
and you were right not to. He wouldn’t have trusted you if you had.
Kids know in an instant when they are being given the run around.”
“I’d be glad to
help, Doctor Crane, if Will and Beau will teach me more about how to
use my gift. I’m glad I came today. Your grandson taught me more in
thirty minutes than a life time of explaining would ever get through.
He’s one bright kid, Doc! You should be very proud of him.”
Doctor Crane got
tears in his eyes, thanked us all, and then excused himself. We walked
to the parking lot and there was Breed and Yoshie sitting on the grass
their arms around each other’s shoulders laughing their heads off. They
had closed the gap. They could go on now and become friends. They still
loved each other very much. The old Breed died, Yoshie and the new
Breed were now friends. Breed’s Master couldn’t be happier.
He hugged Yoshie, thanked him and his dad for the beautiful carving
work.
“I only hope to
thank him in person one day, Yoshie!” Yoshie and Breed kissed in front
of God, everybody and the hospital. Yoshie didn’t give a shit and
by this time he could do no wrong in the eyes of the staff at the
hospital. Not only could he heal he had friends who could heal as
well. Yoshie established himself quickly as one of the foremost
authorities on emergency medicine. Doctor Crane and his family sent
Christmas Cards for years with photos of Lyle and is little sister
Ruth. Doctor Crane continued to use Will and Josh’s help on critical
patients for years.
They never
failed to pull a child from the brink of death, and the child would
heal almost over night. They never charged a penny for their time or
healing. Josh quickly learned to use his gift. It didn’t replace his
dick, but it gave him a new, stronger identity as to who he was and his
relationship with his Master who gave him his gift. We never figured
out how little Lyle knew those things about Josh. It didn’t
matter, Josh took the child’s words to heart and understood God speaks
to us in the most wonderful and mysterious of ways. He never again
referred to himself as Captain Nemo. Lyle was right, he was much
more than nothing. Josh made sure, at the next family get together,
Breed got a ring through his nose. Breed couldn’t have been
prouder to wear his Master’s ring.
Breed grew
in strength of character and became his Master’s right hand. He and
Josh were inseparable. His love and respect for his Master grew over
the years. Breed took being a slave to a new level of dignity. He
became a model for all would be young slaves to emulate. He was devoted
to his Master and proud to be his slave. He wore his Master’s cock in
his ass for years and swore, with his Master’s permission, he would be
buried with it. I never heard a conversation within our family
concerning the question how Breed and his Master might have sex. It
didn’t matter as long as they were happy and they were. They became one
of the most successful Master/slave relationships in our family.
Josh Cochran and
Will kept our family healthy. If someone was ill they came to a
family function and either Will, Josh or both would see to their needs.
Doc Dan, who later became a family member, was amazed by their gifts
and used them many times to help some person in great need. They never
said ‘no.’ Will, Josh, Breed, Zack, Beryl and Blaine all became
the central hub or core of the family. They were forever having a
family get togethers and everybody came. It was party time.
Bull and Charlie
adopted an abandoned, little, white haired, blue eyed two year old boy
someone left on their doorstep one night. They didn’t really adopt him,
they just kept him. No one returned for him, and they raised him as
their own. Slow them down? Not a bit! They brought the kid to all the
family functions and he ran around nude with his slave dad, Charlie. He
climbed up into more big, loving men’s laps, got petted, loved and
played with more than any kid on the west coast. He grew up straighter
than a board, became a noted dentist, had six kids and brought his wife
and kids to all the family functions. The kids loved it. The minute
they got there their clothes came off. They cried because they had to
put them back on to go home.
Their dad
couldn’t wait to get his clothes off either. He was a fine
looking man and loved to run around nude with the rest of the family.
He grew up that way. He was comfortable. He was well adjusted, happy
and his kids were, too. They were well behaved and mannerly. He figured
if his slave dad Charlie had good manners it was okay for him and his
kids to have a few.
He loved Bull
and Charlie with a passion no son has ever had for his parents. They
were pretty fond and proud of him, too. They never knew his real name,
but they gave him the name Bill. Bull’s last name was Dagget. So
he became William or Bill Dagget. The family had other ideas. Big Beryl
immediately gave him the nickname ‘Whitey’ because of his platinum hair
and fair skin. No one ever call him Bill except Bull and Charlie. It
was always Whitey. He carried that nickname all his life and was proud
of it.
On the way back
from the hospital I was kind of sad. I didn’t pay attention to where we
were going until we turned up the hill to my Master’s house in
Silverlake. Nothing was said to me. Big Jim pulled in Master Earl’s
carport. My Master came out to greet us in his uniform, to Will’s
delight. We went in and Will, Breed and I went though the ritual
with him. He had dinner for us and Master Jim excused himself and Will
to get back to Mt. Washington to see about Master Jeb. Master Josh,
Breed and Chief left with the Dungeon Master and Will. They left
me with my Master. He had to work the next day but the Dungeon Master
was going to pick me up on his way to the gym. He arranged this with
his brother so we could have one quality night before my weekend away
from the family. I loved that big man and knew why little Lyle
instantly loved him. He was a good hearted, kind, thoughtful man. He
knew I needed my Master that evening and he saw to it that we were
together. My Master needed me, too.
I got fucked or
rode him five times that night. It was like we couldn’t get enough of
each other or we were stocking our love up for winter. I will always
remember the urgency we both had that night. A fear that went unspoken
that maybe, just maybe, our hopes, dreams, and plans for all these
months were not going to turn out the way we planned. Master Earl kept
telling me to have faith in Wes. He hadn’t trained Wes to become
the slave he was to let his Master down at this point. I tried
hard, but even after all the miraculous things I’d seen happen in
the last three months it was difficult. I’d always been led right up to
the candy dish, only to be told I couldn’t have any. I was use to it. I
accepted it. Why should this be any different?
I lay in the
arms of a man who had infinite love for me that night. His whole
being projected his need and love for me. I didn’t dare weep lest
he wake and hear me again. I lay there with the soft warm summer breeze
drifting in from the patio and I heard the wee small voice I had heard
all those months ago in the desert laying next to my giant at Beryl and
Blaine’s: “Trust your Masters. Your faith will be rewarded. Love will
show you the way.” I slept peaceful in the arms of love, the generous
arms of my Master.
End of Chapter
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