CHAPTER
29 ~ Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy
When I
came to you, my beloved Master arms laded with
flowers of all descriptions a gathered gift
of love to lay at your noble feet I wondered if
you’d notice all the care I took to find your
favorite kinds
a knowing look,
you smiled at me and called me by
my name, not slave or hey you, boy.
I should have known you understood
my gift was more than just the flowers
you gently took
me into your arms looked upon my
soul and found me fair and asked of me
to join you in your dance Such love should
never be denied. Canto #106 ~
Slave’s Song~ W. D. Dux Posthumous
Part I ~ Captain Fantastic
The Dungeon
Master picked me up early the next morning and we rode
together to the gym. We had lots to do to get the gym ready for the
owner for the weekend. We worked fast and got everything done in good
time. We finished our workout just as the owner and the morning
regulars entered the gym. We paid our respects and once again he was
wowed the place was as neat as it was. We rode back to Mt. Washington
and Master Jeb and Will had breakfast ready. Master Jeb had an
early morning doctor’s appointment and Will was going to drive him in
his truck.
He was feeling a
hundred percent better. He wasn’t winded and could go for longer
periods with out sitting. Will babied him like he was his child. Truth
be known, Master Jeb was eating up the attention. Chief was also very
attentive to Master Jeb. Jeb was really looking forward to his
visit to his doctor. He wanted to see what the doctor said about his
recovery. He knew he was getting stronger day by day.
The Dungeon
Master received a call from Master Bear’s Dungeon Master who told him
the address and phone number of the home where I would be staying over
the weekend. He told Master Jim, Master Bert, Oscar or Billy
could confirm the information if need be. Would the slave be ready by
six this afternoon?
Please instruct
the slave to bring any leathers and enough casual clothes for the
weekend? If he has some western riding clothes he might want to bring
those along. He would be by at exactly six o’clock and his driver would
come to the door for the slave. Master Jim took the information and
told him I would be ready; however, I must be returned by nine Sunday
evening. Master Bear’s Dungeon Master assured Big Jim, the return time
would be strictly adhered to.
I was ready
before six, my small bag packed and my body cleaned. A good looking man
in a chauffeurs uniform came to the door and asked for the slave who
was to be sold. He led me to a long black limousine with dark windows
that looked ominous. He opened one of the back doors for me and there
was an older, ruggedly handsome man inside with nothing on but a
leather harness with a cod piece, tall heavy boots, and a Master’s
cap. He allowed me to sit for a few minutes to introduce himself.
“I’m the
Captain’s Dungeon Master. I am a slave like you, but you will
treat me as your Master until we’re told otherwise. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Dungeon
Master,
Sir.”
“Good, slave.
Now, I have no name. My Master took my name away from me and now I have
none. You will call me either Dungeon Master, Master X, or Sir.
All are acceptable.”
“Yes, Sir,
Master X, I will obey.” He looked me up and down.
“Now that we
understand each other you will remove your clothing.”
I quickly
removed my clothes, folded them neatly, and put them in my bag. I
waited further instructions. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his
big boots. I was on them in an instant. I cleaned them with my tongue
for several minutes until he snapped his fingers and pointed to his cod
piece on his harness. I began to lick it and make love to the leather
curious as to what my tongue might tell me was underneath. Master X was
not a handsome man but he had a rugged, hard look to him much like
Bull. His body was in fantastic shape. It was obvious he worked out
daily. As I worked at cleaning his cod piece, he carefully watched me.
He snapped his fingers for me to remove it. I found the corner
snap with my tongue, carefully took it in my teeth, and popped
the snaps until it was off. His large, fat, uncut cock dropped
into my face. He had a beautiful well filled ball sack that hung low
from his body.
He snapped his
fingers, pointed to his cock, and I started making the proper homage
and love to the monster. It was as big or bigger than Master Jeb’s. He
held it up for me to lick, clean underneath, and make love to the
underside. Then I started on his balls. I licked every inch sucking and
cleaning until he snapped his fingers again. He told me to sit in the
other seat on the opposite side of the Limo from him. I obeyed. He
opened a control panel and pressed a button. A door slid open
between the two seats and he motioned me through. We moved into another
compartment where you could see out the back as we were traveling down
the freeway, but no one could see in. The area was about the size of a
queen size bed covered with a black leather protective covering. It was
a bed for sleeping on long trips. There were small lights for reading
and a small fridge fully stocked with any beverage you might want.
“We have a fully
stocked bar.” Master X motioned to the bar.“Won’t you join me in a
drink to be sociable, slave?”
“Yes, please,
Master X, I’ll have anything with vodka; screwdriver, whatever.”
He handed me a cold, small can as he popped the top for me. He
had a Martini. There were big leather throw pillows in each corner and
he propped himself up and motioned for me to lay against him. I
put my head on his enormous chest and relaxed as we watched the freeway
rollout behind us.
“I like to put a
slave in his place to remind him who is in charge from the beginning.
You responded quite nicely, slave.”
“Thank you,
Sir.” I enjoyed my drink.
“Master wanted
me to fuck you on the way and give him a report after we arrive, but
there’s plenty of time for that. Let’s lay here for a few minutes and
get to know one another. I’ll share a little about me, and you tell me
about you.” He paused for a moment and took a sip of his drink before
he began his story.
“Master Bear
bought me shortly after he bought his first two slaves. He had
both of them cut immediately. I was sold into slavery by a Mafia gang
who told me if I ever walked the streets again as a freeman, I would be
killed immediately. I was a straight man with no family ties but it was
hard for me to accept slavery under any circumstances, let alone the
idea of being fucked in the butt by a man as large as the Captain
was reported to be. He sensed my unwillingness to cooperate and had me
on an operating table ready to gas me to remove everything when I
begged him to reconsider. I told him if he let me keep my masculinity I
would perform better than his expectations. He gave me one chance.
He had the
Veterinarian hose me out and place me in a stirrup chair. He
pulled out his enormous cock and slammed it in me as hard as he
could. To save my cock and balls I learned right then and there
to ride the man’s cock like rodeo cowboy rides a steer. I didn’t give a
shit how much it hurt! That hurt was preferable to losing my
manhood. Pretty soon it didn’t hurt so bad. It almost became
bearable. Before he had his fill of fucking me and reached a
climax, I was screaming at the top of my lungs begging him to
fuck me harder,— please, fuck me harder. It was the most
wonderful sexual experience of my life. I knew, genitals or no
genitals, I had to stay with this man. Leaving him or even considering
escape was not an option; not because of the fear of the Mafia, but
because I had to have that feeling again; pain and all. He hurts
me to this day, but, oh God, the feeling after the hurt goes away is
worth twice the pain.” I smiled knowingly.
“Then you are
very much in love with the Captain, Master X?”
“That’s a sore
spot with him. I can’t bring myself to tell another man I love him that
way. I could tell a ‘good ole boy, bro’ I love him, but that’s
different. Well, you look like a sensitive kid. I think you know what
I’m talking about.”
“I do, indeed.
There’s love and then there’s love.” I agreed.
“Exactly! I give
him everything he want’s sexually and more,but I can’t give him that.
He’s been good to keep his end of our bargain. As long as I satisfy him
on occasion and keep his harem of eunuch slaves fucked once a week,he
allows me to keep my genitals. He occasionally fucks one of his eunuchs
as well,so I don’t have to fuck ‘em all every week; however, sometimes
I do if he’s gone. He wants everyone fucked at least once a week;
sometimes twice. So it keeps my old cock pretty busy. I have complete
control over them. I’m their Master and he’s my Master. You may become
my Master as well. He’s looking for the right slave who can handle the
household, including me, and give him the love he needs. You’ll
probably be allowed to keep your cock and balls, nice ones, too, I
might add, ringed and all.
Since you’re to
be over me in the household. I’ll probably fuck you from time to time
for his amusement. I won’t be gentle with you. He expects to see his
slaves fucked good and hard. He has beaten me in front of all his
slaves for not doing so. You may be expected to fuck me for his
amusement. I expect you to fuck me as hard as I would you;
perhaps, harder even, for your sake as well as mine. If he gets
the slightest idea either of us is holding back, we both will end up in
the stocks being whipped savagely until blood is drawn. I
guarantee, you will never be gentle with me or a slave again. He is a
hard but fair Master.
He’s concerned
for and takes great care of his slaves. Onetime I was deathly ill with
some croup or something and the doctors gave me up for dead. They told
him to take me home, make me as comfortable as possible, and let me
die. He brought me home and nursed me back to health. He wouldn’t
let any of the other slaves care for me. He nursed me around the clock
himself. Cleaned me when I couldn’t make it to the bathroom or request
a pan fast enough. He never once complained. I owe him my life, but — I
can’t tell the man I love him. I can tell you I love him very
much, but it’s in confidence and you’ll not repeat it.”
“You have my
word, Dungeon Master; unless he point blank asks me then I can’t lie to
my Master.”
“I’m reasonable.
I wouldn’t expect you to under those circumstances. It will never come
up. I’m comfortable in my position with him, and it doesn’t threaten me
he’s looking for another slave to share his bed on a full time
basis. He deserves it. I haven’t been able to give him that. I
can’t; however, I think enough of him, accept him fully as my Master, I
want to see him happy. He hasn’t been for sometime.
Especially since the accident.”
“The fire?
Saving his slave?” I asked.
“Exactly! You’ve
heard the story?”
“Only a brief
description from a Master in my family who knows him.”
“That
would be Master Sam; a fine man.”
“That’s right.
Do you know Master Sam?”
“I know him
well. He’s fucked my ass many times for my Master’s pleasure. I know
his slave Yoshie, and I’m quite fond of him. He’s a beautiful slave.”
“That’s Doctor
Yoshiro Tagame now, Master X.” I smiled at him.
“No shit,— well
good for Yoshie,— I knew he had it in him. You don’t say? Damn! That’s
really great news. You be sure and tell our Master. He’ll have a
fit. He’s always been fond of Yoshie and Master Sam.”
“If I tell you I
have limited psychic powers would by believe me?” I asked Master X.
“I’ve heard of
such but never known anybody to possess them. Why?”
“About the fire
and the saving of the slave. It’s true there was a fire and your Master
heroically saved his slave from burning to death but he was not burned.
The leather hood he is reported to wear is for some other purpose.”
Master X didn’t react.
“What makes you
think that?” He finally responded.
“I just know. It
came to me in a vision. I could see it clear as day. He cleverly
wet a blanket in the shower and put it over him and his slave. He had
his slave in his arms and ran though the flames just in time to escape
the building collapsing. It hasn’t come to me the reason why he
wears the leather mask, but it will.”
“You wouldn’t
expect me to comment one way or the other?”
“I wouldn’t if I
was in your position. I’m simply telling you this because you’ve been
open with me, and I should be with you. I certainly won’t call
his bluff. He may wear what he wishes if he is to be my Master
for a weekend or the rest of my life.”
“Oh, he will be
your Master. You may count on that. If the Captain wants something,
cost is no object. If he likes you, and I can tell you right now he
will, then you will be his property. You’re one of the prettiest
pieces of flesh I’ve seen in quite a while. Your rings are perfect. He
will shit his leather pants when he sees the ring through your nose.
He’s always wanted to do that to me, but never got around to it.
I never wanted it but now that I see yours, I hope he might reconsider
and have me ringed. I would also love to have my tits ringed and
one in my cock like yours. He will go crazy for those.”
“Have you
finished your drink, slave?”
“Yes, thank you,
Dungeon Master, it was very refreshing and a bit relaxing.”
“Well,— we
better get you fucked. I can come pretty quick so you won’t have to
hurt for too long.”
“Master X,— I
hope I’m not your typical slave. I’ve been trained to take big
cocks, deep, long and hard. I would expect to give you as much pleasure
as my designated Master in the automobile, or as Master Bear’s Dungeon
Master. If you’re to give him a truthful report then I expect it to be
true from my participation as well as yours. Take as much of this
slave’s ass as you need, and more, if it pleasures you. Remember
I have some pleasure to gain from my full participation with you as
well.”
“You’re not to
come slave. If you feel close, I’ll back off until it
passes. Master wants to make you come himself.”
“I’ll obey,
Dungeon Master.” I moved to his crotch to his huge cock.
“May I, Master?”
“You may,
slave.” Once again I began to make the obligatory love to his shaft and
again he held it up for me to make love to every inch of it. “You may
have it, slave.” I began to take him deep in my throat. I could
feel him relax and stretch out under me. It was feeling good to him. I
got more and more saliva all over it, then pulled back.
“I’m ready,
Master.” He threw my legs on his shoulders, positioned his
enormous fat cock at my back door, then leaned over me.
“I don’t usually
make love to the eunuchs, but you’re different. I would make love to
you, slave.” He began to kiss me, and I opened to him. His tongue
was deep in my mouth as he took me hard all the way to the base.
I began to kiss him more passionately as my asshole began to
argue with this huge dick. He felt it to. He just kept kissing me
and exploring my mouth until he was satisfied my ass stopped its
complaint. He moved his head to my side, and I began to softly thank
him for the hard entry. I told him how good he took me, and it
reminded me I was his slave for this evening. I told him no matter what
our future positions might be I expected to be taken as hard or harder
than he might any of the eunuchs under his care.
He didn’t
respond except to withdraw slowly and slam it into me again as hard as
he could. I could tell this was a Master who was to be reckoned with in
the fucking department. Master X started with some slow, long deep
strokes to get me loosened up and my butt juices flowing. Once he
began to feel me open up to him he began to fuck me with shorter,
harder strokes that were, at best, teeth rattling. He took his fucking
seriously. He was taking my admonishment to take me as hard or
harder than his eunuchs quite seriousl. I encouraged him.
“Oh, Master X,
you’re fucking me so good. That’s right. Right there, Sir. Oh, Damn.
You really do know how to fuck a slave, Sir. Harder Please,
Master X! Ride my ass, Master X! I need your good fucking,
Sir. Oh, shit! Please, Sir! Oh, God! That’s really riding me,
Sir.”
I could tell my
talk and encouragement was building him up. He was going up the
hill. I had a feeling he was like Master Jim and Master Zack who needed
to feel like they opened that secret place only Masters can get into in
a slave’s ass for the sweetest part of the fuck. I relaxed my
rosebud completely and he felt it. He knew he got into my secret area
and he was going to take it away from me. I encouraged him again.
“Goddamn, Master
X, you’ve taken it away from this slave. That’s the good stuff
right there, Master, take all you want. You’ve fucked me really hard to
get it, Master. It’s yours! Claim it, Master!”
All of a sudden
I felt his flow begin. Iwas all I could do to keep from coming,but I
didn’t. I, sure as Hell, wanted to, but I managed to hold back.
He came so hard it must have been a great emotional release for him as
well. He collapsed on me and began to sob. I threw my arms around
him and held him close. He started to withdraw his cock.
“No, please,
Master, stay in me for a while. You need to stay for a while. I need to
milk you for the rest of your seed.” Master X shoved his massive
dick all the way back in at my request and continued to sob in my
arms. I continued to hold him tight and gently milk him with my
ass feeling more of his flow spill into me. I didn’t try to stop his
crying. I held him and insisted he remain in me until he got it
all out. He did, then he kissed me gently on the mouth and I
returned it.
“Feel better, my
good Master?”
“A lot, slave.
You were one fine fuck! I took all I wanted and then some. You
never once made me feel unwelcome. I’m so use to that from the
eunuchs; however, I fuck them anyway. I have to, it’s my job.
Just once I’d like one of them to give to me freely like you just
did. That’s why I broke down. I won’t apologize because I feel
you understand.”
“I do , Master
X, but I promise you anytime you and I join for sex, no matter who is
doing the fucking you’ll get all of me freely given. So will your
Master. I’ve been trained so it’s inconceivable for me to do otherwise.”
“Then you will
become the Captain’s property. He will have you for his number
one slave. I will serve you as willingly as I do him, slave. You
have earned my respect with that fuck.”
“And you, mine,
Dungeon Master. It’s rare that I have been fucked with that much
passion from any Master. I thank you for using me. Whether I’m
over you or not, I’ll always thank any man who throws as good a fuck
into me as you just did.” He kissed me again gently and started to
withdraw again.
“Please stay a
while longer, Master X. Are we about to arrive?”
“No, we have
about thirty minutes yet. Like another drink?”
“If you don’t
withdraw from me, Sir, I’d love one.” He laughed at my bargain.
“Deal,
slave! You feel really too good to pull out of right now anyway.
Let’s just let it soak up there while we enjoy our drinks.” He popped
another Screwdriver for me and another Martini for him. We
clinked cans in toast. He moved us on our sides so we lay facing each
other. One elbow propping each of us up to drink our cocktails. Every
now and then he would take a good long deep stroke into my ass and I
would thank him, telling him how good he felt. He truly loved to fuck
ass but didn’t seem to be getting much pleasure from the harem he was
servicing. He told me it was a job. He fucked ‘em and sent
them on their way. There wasn’t much emotion to it. He
expressed almost no fulfillment. He compared it to jacking off. He told
me sometime jacking off was more pleasure than keeping the harem
serviced. He said none of them would ever consider what we were doing
right now.
“This is more
like making love, slave, to enjoy your partner. Talking quietly and
knowing they’re enjoying having you in them. Once in a while letting
them ride on your shaft to watch the pleasure cross their face.
Swapping a little spit or enjoying a drink together. This is what
love’s all about; enjoying each other.”
“I agree,
Dungeon Master and it’s a shame more people don’t take the time to give
these little things to each other. They can mean so much.”
He took another deep stroke into my ass.
“Damn, Master X,
that one felt great; another, please.” He complied. It was a good one.
“Do we have time
for you to take me one more time, Master?”
“Are you
serious, slave? You want me to take you again?”
“Let me take
you, Master. You lay back and I’ll ride you off.”
“No slave has
ever done that for me, I don’t think I could get off that way, but I’m
willing to try, slave. Show me what you got.”
He adjusted
himself on the leather throw pillows, and I began to ride him
slowly. He got a grin on his face like he didn’t know how he
should react. When I started to stroke him a lot harder and
stronger with some pretty steady rhythms his looked changed to one of
‘Holy shit! This slave is serious. This is starting to feel pretty damn
good.’ I new I had his attention when he stretched out his body and
settled lower in the throw pillows with his head. He began to
arch his back every now and then to meet some of my harder, ass
slapping strokes to the base of his cock as we began to climb two hills
at once. The hill to the Mansion where his Master lived and his
climb toward shooting his second load into me. He arched his back
to meet my strokes,
“Oh Shit,
slave, you’ve done it! I can’t hold it any longer. You’re taking
it away from me you little shit. Oh God, that’s good, I can’t
believe it. Fuck,— you’re getting it all in your ass, slave. Take it,
Son. Take it all! You’ve earned it, slave! Milk it, Son! Get it all!
Arrrruuug! He groaned. I eased off and slowly began to milk
the last out. He began to laugh and I joined him.
“Thank you,
Master X, for letting me ride you. You have one Hell of a fine riding
cock. I hope to ride it again for you before the weekend is over. With
your permission of course.”
“Are you
kidding? I won’t get you away from that old man for a minute unless you
suggest we perform for him.”
“Then you can
count on it, Master X. I want to ride you again. Even if I
have to perform for our Master.” He kissed me and looked out the
window.
“Holy shit,
we’re almost there, and I haven’t put your collar on. Let me get your
plug back in you.” He plugged my ass quickly, retrieved the collar from
the other compartment and had me join him.
“You won’t have
to dress as we’ll be inside the compound and no one can see anyway.
Grab my cod piece for me and snap it back!” I hurriedly did as he
requested. The gate was opening and we were both laughing trying to get
ready to exit the limo. We finally got our act together and he snapped
a leash onto my collar. We were ready. He grabbed me, hugged me,
and kissed me sincerely.
“Thanks, slave,
I could love you, easily.”
“Thank you,
Master X, I feel the same about you.”
The door to the
limo was opened and the driver helped me out. He took my bag and Master
X followed. He took my leash and led me up the steps to an
impressive Mansion in the desert. It was huge. We walked to the
front door and lights came on. A butler opened the front door in
uniform with tails. He bowed to the Dungeon Master and me, but didn’t
react to me being nude.
“Gwenn, this is
our weekend slave, Beau James.” Gwenn extended his hand,and I shook it.
“It’s a
pleasure, Mr. James, just call me Gwenn.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Just, Gwenn.”
“Thank you,
Gwenn.”
“Excellent!
Master’s gong to find you most acceptable. Eh, Dungeon Master?”
“You can say
that again, Gwenn.” Master X threw at him.”This one’s a keeper.”
“Where’s our
Master, Gwenn?”
“He’s in the
spa, Dungeon Master, and asked that you and the new slave join him
there.”
“Come with me
then, slave.” He led me by my leash down a flight of stairs out into a
huge greenhouse affair that was a covered pool. Inside was an
enormous spa where a huge man, almost as big as my giant, was sitting
in it alone. He had a black hood over his head that fit
perfectly. He arose from the spa and walked toward us looking me
up and down. He held me at arms length and looked closely at every
ring. He gently took my cock in his hand and examined my cock
ring.
I think he was
smiling. It was hard to tell with his mask on. I happened to look at
his cock. Holy Mother! It was almost as big as Big Beryl’s but much
fatter. It was like a long beer can. My ass hurt just looking at
it. I can understand what his Dungeon Master meant about enduring
the pain. Having been a virgin, to have a dick like that slammed up his
butt must have been really painful. I had to admire him for
getting through it. The big man enfolded me in his big, hairy arms and
kissed the top of my head.
“Welcome to my
home, slave Beau. You’re as comely as I’ve been told and your rings are
impressive. Were they done recently?”
“Last weekend,
Master.”
“No! Couldn’t
be. They’re healed.”
“I know, Sir,
it’s hard to believe, but I have a story to tell you.”
“Come, both of
you, sit in the pool with me. Dungeon Master, take off your gear and
join us. How did he perform for you on the way here, Dungeon
Master?”
“On the chance
of suffering your wrath, Captain, I will, with all
honesty, tell you in front of this slave, if you let this one get
away you are a fool, Sir!”
“Strong words
from a slave, but I’ll accept them in the spirit they were meant, to
impress me with your strong opinion of this slave’s performance.
Well said, Dungeon Master. Then he performed well?”
“Much better
than just ‘well,’ Master,— excellent! Top notch! Boffo! I want him
again.”
“Pretty strong
recommendation from my number one slave and Dungeon Master. What do you
have to say for yourself?”
“I’m pleased and
honored to be here and to be your slave for the weekend, Master.”
“Dungeon Master,
call Gwenn to get us a round of drinks. For you young man?”
“Anything with
Vodka, right Beau?” The Dungeon Master asked.
“Please, Sir.”
“Come here and
sit by this old man, Son.” I joined him in the warm water that
smelled of the same sulfur as Big Beryl and Blaine’s hot spring fed
spa.” He put his big arm around me and pulled me close to him. I felt
as if I’d been in his big arms before, somewhere.
“Have you had
dinner, slave?”
“No, Sir, I
missed lunch as well.”
“No problem, I
had cook make us a late dinner. It will be light but filling.”
“Now, about
these beautiful rings. Who decided you were to have them and how have
they healed so quickly?”
"My Dungeon
Master who trained me and another Master I love very much decided I
should be ringed last weekend. They asked a gentleman and his
slave to a family gathering at Joshua Tree. They were from Palm Springs
and he’s called the Ring Master.”
“Oh, Yes, ‘Lord
of the Rings’ in Palm Springs.”
“Yes, Sir.
He did a great job and when he was through my tits were really hurting
bad. My cock was all right; however, the shot to deaden my septum wore
off and everything was starting to hurt. This young man, whom several
in my family rescued from being murdered in a gay bar the previous
Sunday was with us. He told me he could stop any pain and accelerate
healing. I’ve seen some pretty strange things in my day so I though,
‘Why not humor the kid.’ Damn, Sir, immediately after he touched me,
the pain went away and almost overnight they were healed. A
doctor at the hospital where Yoshie works looked at them the following
Monday and couldn’t believe they were done the previous Saturday.”
“Yoshie? Sam and
Yoshie?”
“Doctor Yoshiro
Tagame, Sir.”
“He made it! Son
of a bitch! I told Sam he would. That’s great news. He’s working at a
hospital all ready?”
“Yes, Sir.
He’s an intern in ER. We took this kid, Will, we rescued in a gay
bar, to Yoshie. His stupid Master broke seven of his ribs and his
left arm by kicking him with steel toed boots. I jumped on his
back and beat the living crap out of him. My Dungeon Master scooped
Will up out of harms way and we rushed him to the hospital. One week
and a day later he was completely healed. He said his old platoon
leader from Vietnam had great healing powers stronger than his.
He sat in his arms in a spa in Joshua Tree for about an hour and a
half. He was completely healed when we took him in for check up that
following Monday.”
“Is this for
real, Son?”
“I don’t lie,
Master.”
“I’ve heard that
about you, Son, so I believe you.” The Dungeon Master was entering the
pool. I reached up to give him my hand. He smiled and took it to ease
himself into the water.
“Thoughtful!
Manners, I see! Giving your hand to the Dungeon Master. Considerate.”
“Get’s my vote.”
Muttered the Dungeon Master. I playfully grabbed his cock under the
water, and he rolled with laughter.
“Watch it kid or
we’ll be performing for our Master.”
“Not before
dinner. You will join us for dinner, Dungeon Master.”
“Thank you,
Master, an honor, Sir.”
“Beau was
telling me some miraculous things about his piercings healing.
Also a story about a young man with seven broken ribs and a
broken arm healing within one weeks time.”
“I’ve heard of
such things but never witnessed them for myself.” said the Dungeon
Master. “I have a feeling though, if this young man told you it was
true, you can believe it, Master.”
“I do. His
truthfulness has been verified by several sources.”
“Master Bear,
may I call you that?”
“That, Captain,
Master or Sir!”
“Certainly,
Master, thank you, Sir. I feel like I know you. I’ve met you before.
You’re not a stranger to me.”
“We’ve never
met. I’d remember a young man like you for sure.”
“Perhaps, I’m
mistaken, Sir. I feel like I know you from somewhere in my recent past.”
“Who do you
think I am, Son?”
“I’d rather not
say, Sir. Unless ordered to, then I would comply. Given my choice I’d
rather see how this comes out and for what reason. I’ll make you a
deal, Sir. I’ll write who I think you might be on a piece of paper, and
we’ll seal it in a envelope. We’ll let the Dungeon Master keep it. The
night they announce the result of the bidding, a week from tomorrow,
you may open it.”
“What do I win
if you’re wrong?”
“Anything you
want, Master.”
“What if I want
your cock and balls mounted on a plaque for my den?”
“If you win the
bid, and I sign your unconditional contract they’re yours to do with as
you like anyway. If you want them for your den then they will grace
your den.” The Dungeon Master roared with laughter.
“He’s got a
point, Master.”
“Indeed. What if
I ask for your love if you’re wrong.”
“If you win the
bid, Master Bear, I will try to love you with all my heart. It’s not a
matter of having no options. For me it’s a matter of principal. The man
who owns me or thinks enough of me to bid the highest to possess me
deserves my love. I would try to give you that whether I’m wrong or
not.” Again the Dungeon Master laughed.
“I told you this
man is not your usual slave, Captain.”
“Then you must
grant me one wish which I will think of between now and then.”
“Agreed, Master
Bear.” There was a long silence.
“What will you
offer the slave if he’s correct, Captain?” The Dungeon Master smiled
and winked at me.
“Simple. I’ll
offer him the same. He may be granted one wish from me if he makes a
connection, and we both remember where we’ve met before. It really is
no contest. I’m quite sure we’ve never met before."
“So it should do
no harm to grant him that if you’re sure, right Master?” His Master
didn’t respond.
“There’s been
some misunderstanding, I wasn’t the one to suggest a wager. Forgive me
if I’m wrong, Sir, but I was just trying to remember where we’ve met
before. I didn’t mean to turn it into a wager. You don’t have to grant
me anything if I’m right but to admit I was correct.”
“Sounds fair to
me, Captain.” said the Dungeon Master.
“Young man, I
think you’ve made a friend and he’s become your personal cheering
section.” I put my arms around the Dungeon Master, hugged and kissed
him.
“He made one,
too, Captain.” The Dungeon Master blushed.
“Come on, you
two, let’s go to dinner. X,— get our guest slave and yourself a
robe to wear to dinner. I have mine here.” Master X went to a cabinet
by the pool and got us two clean white terry cloth robes.
“Everyone in
this household wears something to the table. I know some Masters
like their slaves nude all the time and I agree; except, when it comes
to dining. I feel it's the civilized thing to wear clothes to dine.”
We walked
through a long formal dinning room that must have been forty feet long
with a table almost the same length of a beautiful hand rubbed
rosewood. It must have cost a fortune. We went on through a serving,
food warming room to a huge kitchen. There was a large wooden table
with eight place settings around. We were to eat in the
kitchen. Wonderful. I loved the kitchen and all its ambiance. I
met the cook,— excuse me,— Chief, Andre.’ He was a tiny little
French man who was quick and funny. He looked like Salvadore Dali with
a soup ladle. Straight as a board.
He
insisted 'Zee Cap-ee-tan' have me open my robe for him. I opened
my robe and Andre’ did one of those lecherous French laughs and winked
at his Master. Gwenn was there, the driver of the limo, Frank, and a
big, tall, broad shouldered, cowboy, Noel, the Stable Master. We
sat down to an unbelievable meal of turkey crepes with a sauce that was
delicious. A spinach souffle and a mild garlic creamed potatoes. A
small arugula and romaine hearts salad with a raspberry vinegarette
dressing. A light but delicious Rhine wine to drink. The Captain
had discriminating taste, and obviously, a pocket book to afford them.
It impressed the
Hell out of me. The Captain was sitting down with the help like
they were family and everyone was talking openly about
everything. The help just assumed I would be coming to live with
them. They never spoke of “if’ you come or ‘if’ Master wins your
bid. It was ‘when’ you come to stay. They seem to have no doubt I would
belong to the Captain as his property. At one point I stopped Frank,
the limo Driver.
“You generous
people assume the Captain is going to purchase me. He doesn’t even know
me yet. He hasn’t tried me on for size. You wouldn’t buy a new
pair of boots unless you tried them on first. From the rumors and
what I’ve observed about the Captain, I just may not fit.” They all
roared with laughter at my joke.
“Young slave,”
said Gwenn, “to be honest with you Andre’ and myself have grilled the
Dungeon Master as to your performance in the limo on the way
here. Frank said he could barely keep the car on the road.”
Everyone laughed.
“The Dungeon
Master assures us your performance and personality is first rate and
that’s enough for us. The Captain will use you, certainly, but the
Dungeon Master is so rarely wowed by anyone outside his Master, so to
see him that excited,— well, you can imagine. Furthermore, young
man, you have exhibited impeccable manners this evening to the
household staff, made us feel comfortable with you and your humor.
Gentleman, I propose a toast to our newest household member, slave
Beau!”
“Here! Here!
They all clinked glasses in a toast to me, including the
Captain.” I looked at him like, ‘Aren’t you gonna’ bail me out
here?’ He just smiled and ate his food.
“Of course I
will try on the new pair of boots this very evening and I want no ears
being pressed up against my bedroom door. And, Frank, X, and Gwenn I
know all about the FM radio microphone you set up in the flower
arrangement by the night stand. It has been switched off.” Gwenn
smiled sheepishly and snapped his fingers like, ‘foiled again.’
“We’re sorry,
Master, we were,— ”
“I know, I know,
you were concerned and interested, but let your old Master have some
privacy; especially, with his new slave who very well may become your
new Master of the household. I ordered this dinner tonight so you could
meet him, get to know him for yourselves, and I promise I will
not buy him until I’ve had input from everyone of you. Now, who of you
would like to use him this weekend?” All hands went up including
Gwenn’s.
“Damn it, Gwenn
and Andre,’ you’re both straight. Now put your hands down.” They
giggled like errant children. Andre’ shrugged his shoulders. “Eat ees true,
Mon Cap-ee-tan, we are straight but zee blow job,— eat knows no sex.” I
fell out laughing with the rest of the hired help.
“Yeah, yeah, I
know, and ju' would shoot ‘eem full wiz zee light cream sauce like zee
French pastry, no?” The Captain mocked his Chief. Andre’
shook with laughter and pointed his finger at his Master.
“Touche,’ Mon
Cap-ee-tan.”
Well,— the
Captain had a delightful sense of humor and related well with his help.
“Frank you’re
lowest in seniority, sorry. Noel, we may have time tomorrow
afternoon for you to show our guest slave the tack room and your
favorite horse.” Noel only grunted. Everyone giggled, Noel obviously
was hung like one of the horses he cared for. He was long, tall,
lean and hard looking. He made the Marlborough man look like a sissy.
He smiled, nodded at me, and tipped his big, wide brimmed straw cowboy
hat. Somehow, that was one ride I was going to look forward to. Noel
was like a roller coaster ride you were scared to death of as a kid,
but knew in your heart you had to try,— just to say you did.
We broke up
after dinner and I started helping to clear the table with the rest of
the help. The Captain allowed me to, and he and the Dungeon Master
patiently waited for me. Gwenn, Andre, and Frank couldn’t believe
I pitched in to help them. Andre looked at the Captain.
“Ohn, honn,
honn,” he laughed his French laugh, “Mon Cap-ee-tan, you no buy zeece
slave, you crazeey.”
“Thanks for the
tip, Andre.’ I take it your vote is a ‘Oui.’ No?” The Captain
asked Andre.’ They dismissed me, and I rejoined the Dungeon
Master and the Captain. The Captain decided he wanted more spa and we
followed him there. Soon Gwenn arrived with a silver ice bucket
with a bottle of expensive Champagne and three glasses. He popped
the cork and poured three glasses. One for each of us in the pool.
“Here’s to you,
slave Beau. May your visit with us be a happy experience for
you.” We toasted and I thanked him.
“It’s all ready
been delightful, Captain, and I enjoyed your staff. They
certainly speak their minds. That shows their trust in you.”
“They’ve all
been with me for years. They know what they can get away with.
Andre’ is a sketch. You never know what’s coming out of his mouth next.
If you’ve captured his heart you’ve accomplished something,—
right X?”
“That’s true,
Beau. He’s very suspicious of people at first. You won him over in a
heart beat. Noel kept licking his lips all through dinner and it
wasn’t from the food.”
“You noticed,
too?” The Captain laughed at Master X’s statement.
“Where are your
other slaves this evening, Captain?” I asked.
“I’ve farmed
them out for the weekend. A couple of the younger ones are rented out
for the weekend, and the three older ones have part time Masters who
love to fuck a eunuch from time to time. I didn’t want the Dungeon
Master nor myself to have to be bothered with them this weekend. I
wanted X to be on call anytime it might please me to use him. If he has
them to look after, then I have to take that in consideration.”
Master X
finished his glass of Champagne. He respectfully asked if his Master
had no further use of him may he, please, have permission to retire to
his quarters.
“Permission
granted, slave, but keep your harness and boots out and lay out your
'E' Hood in case I might want you. I will call you if I need you. You
did well tonight, slave, I’m proud of you.”
“Yes, Master,
thank you, Sir.”
I stood, hugged
and kissed the Dungeon Master and he blushed.
“Thank you,
Beau, I appreciate that.”
“It was my
pleasure, Master X, I hope I get to serve you again this weekend.”
“Me, too,
handsome slave,— me, too.”
He gathered his
leathers and left.
“Come here,
handsome slave, and lay in my arms. My Dungeon Master called it
right, you are a handsome young man.”
I did as ordered
which was not a hard order to follow because his big, hairy arms cried
out for someone to hold. Those arms were made for holding on to someone
and never letting go; not out of shear power but out of the love they
projected.
“You move fast,
slave. You’ve captured the hearts of my household in the first evening
you’re here. Will you capture my heart as quickly?”
“I didn’t try to
capture their hearts, Master. I’m just trying to be myself;
however, it is flattering they approved of me; especially, the Dungeon
Master. I’m quite fond of him.”
“Would you like
me to give him to you for your own slave?”
“Oh, goodness
no, Master Bear, I’m a slave. I am what I want to be. What would a
slave do with a slave?”
“Order him to
fuck the shit out of you if you like. He knows better than to say no.
Fuck the shit out of him. He’ll lay there and take it as hard and as
long as you want to fuck him. Kiss me, slave.” I turned my head
to him and found his mouth within the leather hood. He tasted of
man and leather all in one. A very sexy taste. I instantly got hard
which didn’t go unnoticed by him. His monster began to grow as well.
“Would you like
to pleasure me this evening, slave?”
“I could say
something smart right now, Master, that would be inappropriate, but my
heart is truly into being a slave. With that in mind I would love
to serve and pleasure you this evening, Sir.”
“Why would you
consider something inappropriate to say, pretty slave!”
“Perhaps to have
you not like me, so you wouldn’t want to bid for me.”
“I see. There’s
always a reason why people do things or react a certain way. At least
you have the courage to be honest with me. Let me guess. There’s
another Master you’re very much in love with, who is expected to win
the bid within his family clan. The rest just accept the fact the
Dungeon Master has you in mind for him.”
“Well,— it’s a
little more complicated than that, Sir. I’m in love with two Masters.
They’ve bonded as brothers and have agreed to share me.”
“That’s unusual
but not unheard of. Who might these two lucky men be? Tell me
about them.”
“One is an LAPD
Motorcycle Officer with the most beautiful, violet eyes you’ve ever
seen. His name is Master Earl D. Shaw. He lost his slave four or five
years ago in a plane crash going back to visit his family in Georgia.
His name was Wes. As it turned out, we didn’t find out until we
fell in love I knew Was by another name in Vietnam and he and I were
lovers there.
I rescued him
and six other guys from bamboo cages they were being held in by the
VC. I slowly but carefully got each one of them out, and we made
it back to safety. Wes and I fell in love because of that. I knew
him in Nam as David Johnson. He came back and I stayed over there for
another hitch. Wes just happened to be the nephew of one of the
Master's I’ve fallen in love with, our family's Dungeon Master, Master
Jim Johnson.”
“That seems
almost more than a coincidence, two men who loved the same man,
this Wes you speak of, would find each other and fall in
love. And, the other man was a relative of his,— ? That's
got to be more than just coincidence.”
“It is more than
coincidence. Several folks are convinced Wes has planned the whole
thing. He loved us both and wanted us to be together. He arranged for
us to meet and fall in love. He’s still pulling the strings.”
“That sounds
kind a’ weird, Son. Do you realize the implications of what you just
told me?”
“Yes, Sir, but
it’s true.”
“How do you know
its true?”
“He visits me
regularly. I talk with him. I can summon him anytime I want.”
“No! Could you
summons him right now, right this minute?”
“Yes, Sir, he
would come to me.”
“I don’t think I
want to challenge you on that one, Son, I’ve heard some pretty spooky
stories about you. For the moment let’s say I’m open minded but
skeptical. Now, tell me about Master number two.”
“He’s my Dungeon
Master. His name is Jim Johnson. Everyone calls him Big Jim. He’s
bigger than you, Sir, and you’re pretty damn big. He’s my giant. He’s
my rock. He’s my buddy. He’s my co-conspirator. He’s my Master but he’s
more than that. He’s my big brother. He’s my dad sometimes. He’s
my slave-driving gym buddy. He’s my big blue ox.”
“Your what?” He
laughed
“You remember
the story of Paul Bunyan and his big blue ox?”
“Oh, yes, Babe,
the giant blue ox.”
“Yes, Sir,
that’s the one.”
“It paints a
pretty descriptive picture of what he must be like and what he means to
you.”
“Most of all
he’s my Dungeon Master and I’m so fucking proud of him. The way he’s
stepped into the roll and the way he’s pushed me to become the best
slave I might become. I know I’m not there yet, but I hope to be one
day.”
“You’re doing
pretty fair so far, slave. So, do you love these men equally?”
“No, Sir, I love
Master Earl more than I love the Dungeon Master on the other hand I
love the Dungeon Master more than I love Master Earl.”
He fell out
laughing at the nonsensical statement I’d just made. A conundrum fugue.
“You know, this
is gonna’ sound weirder than the statement you just made, but I think I
understand what you’re trying to say. They both bring different
things to your life and neither is better than the other, they’re just
different.”
“Exactly, Sir. I
love them both very much in different ways. It was a real conundrum for
me for a while and damn near drove me crazy trying to figure how I
could love one so much and still have this hole in my heart for the
other. They solved it for me. They took it out of my hands. They
decided how ‘they’ were going to love me.”
“This is a
loaded question. Wouldn’t it be easier to give all your love to one
Master?”
“Perhaps, Sir,
but if you only knew these two men you would understand why I love them
both. Then again, I seem to fall in love with everyone who has a good
heart and is giving to others.”
“Do you think
you could fall in love with me, slave?” I hesitated.
“I won’t be coy,
Master. I’ ll be honest, but my honesty comes at a great price to me. I
all ready have fallen in love with you. I have loved you for a while
now. Your soul and mine have touched before. The price I pay is to have
you think me fickle. You might think I can foolishly turn my back on
the two men I love, to tell you I feel love for you. I’m not that
way, Sir. If you win the bid you have no fear of not getting a complete
slave. I haven’t been trained to withhold anything from my
Master. Besides, when I made up my mind to become a slave I knew
there was a possibility this might occur and I might even lose my
manhood. I’ve overcome those concerns and can only tell you my own
personal psyche wouldn’t allow me to do otherwise.”
“Why do you say
our souls have touched before?”
“I know we have
some connection with each other. It’s said there are only six degrees
of separation between any two people on our planet. It hasn’t been
totally revealed to me yet, but it will be. I have loved you for
sometime. Forgive my a boldness Master with a loaded question to you
but is honesty a one way street with you?”
“That’s more
than a loaded question slave, that boarders on impertinence.”
“Only if it’s
not true, Master. Whether you admit it to me or not you know in your
heart it’s true. What Master would ask his slave to trust him when he
won’t trust his slave?” He mused for a moment, looking upset but
in control, not knowing how to react. Then spoke.
“Okay, you win
that one, slave. You’re far more perceptive and cunning than I was led
to believe. The Dungeon Master warned me, and I should've listened. You
are an unusual slave but that’s exactlywhat I’m looking for. Not some
sniveling, ass kissing, fairy, sycophant, who will only tell me what he
thinks I want to hear. Neither do I want another eunuch. I want a slave
who will love me honestly and will not be afraid of me to stick his
neck out to make me think. One who will do exactly what you just did,
boarder on the impertinent, as respectfully as possible of course. Even
if I decide he’s wrong and go against him I want him to be able to
respectfully tell me I’m full of shit; in private of course and never
in front of the household.”
“Then I put it
to you, Master, that love and honesty are almost but not quite
synonymous. If not identical twins then at least fraternal. How can you
have one without the other? How can you ask love of your slave if you
don’t provide both?”
“Okay, I accept
your concerns. Let’s get past that for right now. You don’t have to
have every reason for a Master’s actions. I accept you feel you all
ready do love me even if you don’t know why. If so, given your
love/honesty comparison, you must have trusted me at one time to love
me now, agreed?”
“It seems
logical, Master, yes, I know I can trust you it’s just not clear right
now why you’re hiding yourself from me.”
“Even if you
feel that way you must accept my word it is for your sake. Let that be
the end of this line of discussion. I will entertain no more questions
nor your ideas about love and trust that indirectly refers to this
concern of yours. Accept the universe is unfolding as it should
and all will be revealed to you in time. I promise you won’t lose your
genitals. I admit to my mistakes, and wish now, I hadn’t cut all my
slaves. It takes the passion out of them, and not a one will stand up
to me or the Dungeon Master. I won’t make that mistake with you.
Besides, how could I ask you to be over the Dungeon Master without your
cock and balls when I’ve allowed him to keep his.
I’ll tell you a
secret. He lives with the threat everyday of losing his but I would
never do it unless he did something really crazy. I know him well. He’s
devoted to me. He will never admit it, but he loves me deeply. I need
more than that. I need a slave who will actively return love. I hoped
at one time he would work and grow into becoming my number one but he
can’t or won’t love a man. He’s a slave and has no choice but to
have sex with men because I say he has to. That was part of the deal
when I bought him from some rather shady characters in a large Italian
family back east. He knows if he refuses to perform for me he
will be immediately cut. If he ever tried to escape, all I have
to do is make one phone call and within twenty-four hours he will
either be returned to me for punishment or dead!
There were a few
other things he’s required to do under their conditions, but I won’t go
into those, except to say, he has learned to do them and accepts them
as part of his being allowed to live. They check up on his progress
regularly and either send someone to watch him perform for me or I send
them Super 8 films of his performance at their request. He wears a
small battery operated signal device on the back of his collar that is
locked in place. His collar is made of a leather covered titanium alloy
band that is virtually impossible to cut. It will send a
traceable signal for two weeks that can easily be tracked within a
hundred mile radius. I change the batteries regularly as part of my
agreement when I purchased him.”
“I had no idea
he was that kind of slave. Then he’s not consensual?”
“No, he’s not,
so you must be careful. You may love him, but don’t fall ‘in’ love with
him. He’s capable of manipulating you to get what he wants and might
try for his freedom. You must not have sympathy for him because he’s
serving out a sentence as if he were in prison. He has it a lot better
here than he would in a prison even if he is forced to go against his
nature. He’s alive and well with the best of food and care. There are
thousands of men behind bars who would gladly switch places with him in
a heartbeat. Do you understand his position?”
“Perfectly Sir,
but I’m still fond of him.”
“I’ll give him
to you as a present if you come to be my slave.”
“I’d rather you
be the Master and let me use him from time to time.”
“Beginning
tomorrow he will be instructed to refer to you as Master Beau, Sir, or
Master.”
“If that’s your
wish I will obey, Master. He does have a nice riding cock.”
“You like to
ride cocks, slave?”
“Yes, Sir, I’ve
been told I’m decent at it.”
“Are you also
modest?”
“I try to be,
Sir.”
“Kiss me, slave!”
He kissed me
gently but passionately the way a Master would tell a beloved slave he
needed to use him, to give him love and respect for the honor. He
captured my heart with his kiss. I knew I had to give this man his due
as his slave within the walls of his home for the weekend. I was a
slave and this man deserved no less from me than my two Masters.
We got out of
the Spa, he held my robe for me as I put my arms through the sleeves,
and I held his for him. He held me again in his big arms and kissed me
gently. Instead of taking me by my leash he gently put his arm around
me and led me to his bedroom. It was beautiful and tastefully decorated
in a Southwest theme with pastel colors. Lots of Indian blankets and
rugs. He held my robe for me as I slipped out of it. I helped him
with his and placed it on the same chair he put mine on. He lowered the
lights to a couple of very small indirect lights that lit up behind a
couple of tropical plants.
He picked me up
with no effort. Looked me in the eyes, kissed me again, then took me to
his bed and laid me gently on top. He took me as a slave, but he fucked
and made love to me like a lover. His was the cock that was copied and
made into rubber companions for thousands of people in the world. I had
the original up my ass, taking from me all he wanted and then some. He
seemed surprised and pleased I worked my ass with every thrust he made.
He seemed to really be enjoying his weekend slave’s ass. He would stop
every now and then to make a little more love, to tell me how great a
fuck he thought I was and he had to have more of my ass. He was taking
all he wanted of my butt and made me feel like it was his first
time. He not only knew how to fuck a slave and take what he
wanted but how to make them want to give up more to him. Only two other
people have ever affected me that way. My two Masters.
I didn’t have to
ask him if I could get mine. He had it planned he was going to get me
off exactly as he was hitting his and he did. He begin building
up his strokes into me to be harder and faster until I knew he was
about to arrive. I felt his body shudder all over, he took one huge
stroke, slammed his dick into my ass and held it there as his flow of
come began to gush into my gut. He took one more huge stroke, and I
shot all over his massive chest as he hunched over me still emptying
his seed into me. He took another good, deep stroke to get more
out and I shot my second volley. Then he started fucking me really hard
and deep again. He yelled at me to get the rest out and I did. The
third volley of my come shot out larger than the first.
He collapsed on
top of me still deep within my ass and we lay there together as I
thanked him for the good fucking he just gave me; how much I
appreciated him using my slave’s ass and how good it was of him to
allow me to come with him. He kissed me again, the smell of come,
leather, healthy clean male odors filled my lungs and made me feel
peaceful. I felt at home in this man’s arms and bed. If I had to,
I knew at that moment I could love him very much. He was different than
the Masters I was use to. He was strict, demanding and in charge
at all times; however, he had a tender, loving and forgiving side that
counterbalanced the other. I never mentioned his hood to him or if he
was going to take it off in my presence. How bad could it be if
he was truly burned? If you love someone their face being burned or
scared isn’t going to influence you that much. If anything, to my way
of thinking, that sort of thing gives a person character. I was a
firm believer of Beauty and the Beast.
As a kid, I
could never understand why she’d want to trade that wonderfully sexy
beast for that clown in the tights with long stringy blonde hair, that
fruity little flat cap placed back on the head just so, with those
pointy toed shoes that curled up on the ends? Holy Shit! I use to look
at my children’s book of the story and think, ‘Why the Hell would she
trade that fine looking beast in for that fruit cake?’ I wanted her to
stay with the beast and live happily ever after getting the b’jesus
fucked out of her by this half man, half animal. She would have been
much happier, I just knew. I know I would have been.
He rolled us to
our sides and stayed in me for sometime as I milked his dick with my
ass to get the last of his come into me.
“That feels so
good. I haven’t had a slave do that for me in a very long time.”
“Why not,
Master, don’t your eunuch slaves take care of you?”
“There isn’t
much affection there. They perform but they have a way of letting you
know that’s all they’re doing. As little as they have to put into it to
get through and out. I’m thinking about selling the lot of ‘em
and keeping only X. I can’t get rid of him. Not only because he’s
part of a very lucrative business deal, a responsibility I accepted,
but because he has given me some memorable fucks. Mostly because I took
‘em away from him. I raped him. That, too, is part of his punishment.
Funny though, he always seemed to enjoy those times the best.”
The Captain
finally pulled out. I ask if I might take him to the shower and
bathe him. He stopped and looked at me like, ‘Are you serious?’
“I’d like that
very much, slave. Come and bathe your Master.” I did and had to
be careful not to get water or soap on the leather hood. He had a clean
out hose in his shower and it was easy for me to rinse him down after
soaping him. It was only in the shower I realized how big a man
he was. If he wasn’t as big as my giant he was damn close. Through the
black leather hood I could see the most beautiful, haunting, pale blue
eyes I’d ever seen. Master Jeb’s blue eyes were startling but
they were deep blue pools. The Captain’s eyes were almost a teal blue,
a power blue. Unusual but penetrating.
He watched me
and my movements like a hawk. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
It was flattering. I toweled him dry and he seemed to relax and revel
in the joy of my attention. I could serve this man with no problem. He
needed someone to serve him. To take care of him and to do little
things to make him feel important and cared for. Someone whose
attention alone could make up for a load of disappointments the world
might throw at him. Thank God, I got through to Master Zack the
importance of small things like bathing and toweling a Master which is
not only serving but a tactile sensual bonding between two men.
Something a slave needs as well as his Master.
We lay there in
bed afterward making love and I turned my back side to him for him to
hold me in his big hairy arms. For a split second I was back in
the arms of my giant and I felt a tear roll down my cheek at the
thought of not having him in my life if the Captain were to win the
bid. From what his help told me, I was as good as his.
“Thank you,
slave, for giving to me tonight.”
“I’m your slave
for the weekend, Master, I gave to you because it’s your due. You paid
the money to try me for a weekend, but more than that, I gave to you
because it’s in my heart to give to you. You’re a good and kind man
whom I have loved for a some time.” He didn’t comment on my last
statement.
“Good night,
sweet slave!”
“Good night,
Master.”
Part II ~ The
Brown Dirt Cowboy
The next morning
we lay in bed talking and laughing about things and the Captain asked
if I was getting hungry. I said ‘yes.’
“I’ll have
Andre’ fix us something and Gwenn with bring it up. We’ll have
breakfast here on the patio. Would you like a Bloody Mary or
Screwdriver this morning?”
“Are you having
anything, Master?”
“Yes, a Mary, I
think, join me?”
“Yes, Sir,
please.” He called down to Gwenn and ask him to bring up two Bloody
Marys on the mild side. It wasn’t long before there was a knock
at the door and the Captain yelled for Gwenn to enter. Gwenn waltzed
into the room with a tray and sat our drinks down on small napkins on
the patio table. He smiled at me and at his Master.
“Gwenn,
have Andre’ fix us each an omelet with some fruit on the side.
What would you like, Son? Ham, Bacon, Denver, Hobo, Spanish?”
“Whatever your
having, Sir!”
“Two Denver’s
then, Gwen, and Coffee.”
“Thank you, Sir,
will that be all?”
“The boots fit
fine, Gwenn. A bit snug perhaps but otherwise, an extremely comfortable
fit.” he commented dryly.
“Oh, thank you,
Sir, we were all hoping they might fit well.” He turned and left.
We drank our
drinks and enjoyed the view from his second story patio. We could
look down on his stables and saw Noel out working with the horses. He
was a fine figure of a man. He looked up, saw us on the patio,
took off his big, straw cowboy hat and waved to us. We waved back.
“If you’d rather
not, I won’t give you to Noel this afternoon.”
“It’s up to you,
Master. I’m here to serve you. If you want to let Noel use me that’s
your decision, Sir.”
“You might enjoy
him. I’ve seen his cock and it’s about the same size as mine; maybe, a
little longer. He’s strange though. He’s been with me for a number of
years, keeps to himself, doesn’t say much, but he’s a hard worker and
always pleasant. I’ve offered him the eunuchs and he won’t have
any of them. Some time ago he fell very much in love with a young rodeo
cowboy. He hasn’t fully gotten over that. He still has
pictures of the cowboy all over his bunk room over the stables.
Underneath the mean exterior is a good man, Son. Every now and then he
brings home some gorgeous young man and fucks the daylights out of them
for a weekend or so, then gets rid of them. They fall in love
with him and want to see him again but he doesn’t seem to care.
X was right
though, I saw the way he was looking at you and licking his lips. He’d
like to have you. He’d never admit it,— never ask. I think you
should try him and see if you like him. I travel sometime and can’t
always take you with me. I’d want to know you might have a choice of
him or X for your pleasure if you get an itch. I think old Noel could
scratch the deepest itch you might have. Yes, I’ll give you to him for
a while this afternoon. I’ll have him take you out for a ride in the
desert if you like. He’s a great horseman. One of the finest. Sometimes
I think he’d rather be with horses than people. If you get more than a
handful of words out of him in a day you’ve had a conversation. Not
real big on chit-chat. It’s amazing, you look enough like the
cowboy he fell in love with to be his brother.”
Gwen brought
breakfast and made sure we had everything we needed. He asked Master if
he could get us another drink. We both declined. The one was enough. It
was a stiff drink. The omelet was great and the fresh fruit really
complemented the food. I thanked him for the food and drink
praising his selection of omelets and Andre’s cooking. He seemed
pleased.
“Do you think
you might care to fuck X this weekend, Son?”
“If you’d like
for me to, Sir, I’ll fuck him for your pleasure.”
“If I have you
fuck him you must take him as a slave and fuck him as one, understood?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master, I understand.”
We finished
breakfast and Master rung for Gwenn to come and take the plates away.
He came quickly and winked at me a couple of times. After he left
I asked the Captain,
“Master I don’t
mean to be disrespectful of Gwenn, but are you sure he’s straight?”
“Well,— Gwenn’s
sort a’ like spaghetti. He’s straight until you warm him up.” we
both laughed at his joke. “I know he’d probably love to play with you,
but if he wants to play straight I’ll go along with his silly
game; however, he lost out, he knows it, too. He’ll
ask me to reconsider, you just wait. I won’t but he’ll ask. He’s one I
won’t push off on you. I’d have you suck “Le sauce du Frenchie” before
Gwenn. Maybe if he were a bit more honest, but he doesn’t know
which side of the fence he wants to graze on. Fuck ‘em.” We laughed
again.
“Now, my sweet
slave, its getting late in the morning. Put on some levis, your boots,
and a long sleeve shirt of some kind to protect your arms from the
desert sun. I’ll take you for a tour and when we get back we can join
the help for a light lunch. I have some business in town for
several hours so I’ll leave you in Noel’s capable hands and tell him to
take you for a ride. I won’t elaborate on that. I’ll just leave that up
to you and old Noel. If you’re real lucky he may take you out to his
secret cabin he’s fixed up. It’s an old miners cabin from years ago,
but I’ve heard he’s really fixed it up. I let him string wire out there
to it to have electricity. He’s got a well and everything. On his days
off he packs up a couple of horses and spends several days out there
alone. He says he loves it out there. I’m the only one he’s ever shown
the place to, but I haven’t been back out to see it since he’s fixed it
up. Maybe you’ll be number two”
“Is Noel shy?
Maybe he feels uncomfortable around people.”
“He might be,
but he never seemed that way to me. He just don’t talk much. The
household staff says if they get ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ out of him when
he comes in for meals they feel like their old friends.” He laughed.
“He may open up
to you or then again, he may open you up. I’m proud of my equipment.
I’ve had untrained slaves who couldn’t take me; however, I think Noel
has the single biggest cock I’ve seen on a man anywhere. His mother
must have mated with a Shetland pony. He doesn’t flaunt it nor brag
about it. In fact, you may never get to see it. You never know with
him. My Dungeon Master is a pretty shrewd judge of people, and if
he said he saw lust in Noel’s eyes then you just may get to see it. I
expect a full report.”
“Yes,
Master.” He led me around the huge house upstairs and down. There
were six bedrooms upstairs and eight bedrooms downstairs. The
entire house was done in a Southwest motif. A very expensive
southwest motif. A mad queen decorator walked in on a huge budget and
done it up right. It looked like the Captain should live here. It was a
comfortable well thought out home. Next he showed me the garages and
six single apartments above the garages where the five eunuchs lived
when they were home. They sounded like they had decent lives; none of
them worked. He gave each an allowance every week and their room and
board was free. Well, not really free. They’d given up a lot for a
place in his harem. I guessed guilt was the only reason he kept them
around. Neither he nor the Dungeon Master had much good to say about
them. I wondered if I would like them? If I was to be over them how
would I handle that politically?
He showed me the
outdoor pool, spa and the tennis courts. He showed me his six
greenhouses filled with exotic plants he collected from all over the
world. He was proud of all he had but somewhat resigned it had become a
prison to him in some ways; especially, the large harem of eunuchs.
That seemed to weigh heavily on him. I really didn’t understand, if
they were slaves and he was unhappy, sell them. I’m sure there
was more to it than that. One of the end garages was converted into a
small gym with every kind of equipment you could imagine plus a steam
room and sauna. The place was Club Med.
‘A slave could
get use to this.’ I thought to myself but I also saw it came with
a price. Maybe not losing my manhood but taking on the burden of his
problems. Why did he have to live this opulently? Why did he need five
eunuchs and a Dungeon Master. I could see keeping X if he truly
was serving a sentence. I could only imagine what he might have done to
cause such wrath with the Mob. Didn’t they usually just ‘whack’
someone? Why sell a straight man to a gay slave Master? I didn’t
ask, I didn’t want to know. I got the feeling the Captain was a poor,
rich man. He had everything but he had nothing. Give me my family any
fucking day of the week compared to this. They knew the value of life,
friends, and caring for each other.
We went in for
lunch with the household help again. Andre’ was holding court and had
everyone in stitches laughing except Noel. He just smiled. One didn’t
see big mood swings with old Noel. The more I watched him out of my
well developed peripheral vision the more I saw what X and the Captain
were talking about. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I didn’t let him
make me nervous. I pretended I didn’t notice; however, it was
difficult not to vibrate to the same frequency the big man was tuned
to. The afternoon should be interesting.
X came in
dressed in a nice clean pair of Wrangler jeans and an expensive pair of
western boots. He had on a nice western shirt, belt and a ‘gimme’
hat. (That’s what we used to call baseball caps in Texas) He
looked really hot. He was driving the Captain into town this afternoon
and had some personal business of his own to take care of. We sat
down to eat and Andre’ had fixed plates of cold sliced meats to build
your own sandwich. It was a great idea, everything was right
there. All you had to do was make it like you wanted. I
wasn’t too hungry, but I had enough to eat. Everyone was pleasant, but
Noel never said a word. He just looked at me. He didn’t stare. He just
continually looked at me. X was sitting next to me and whispered,
“See what we
mean, Master Beau?”
“I certainly do,
Master X, it’s a bit unnerving but I can handle it.” I laughed.
“Noel, X
is driving me into town after lunch. I’ll be sending Beau out to tour
the stables. We won’t be back ‘til five or probably six so entertain
him for me, please. Take him for a ride in the desert, maybe show
him the old mine.” Noel nodded and smiled at me. Once again I helped
clear the table and put things away. Andre’ was agog I was willing to
help and so was Gwenn. The Captain told me to come to his room when I
finished. Gwenn hugged me. Andre’ hugged and kiss me on each cheek like
the French foreign legion. I ran up the stairs to the Captain’s room
and knocked lightly on the door.
“Come!” He spoke
loudly. I entered the room and he came to me. I was beginning to
get use to the black leather hood and it made him very sexy; a
mysterious sexy. He grabbed me and held me for a moment. He
gently kissed me and I melted in his huge arms, I couldn’t hold
back. He needed me at that moment for some reason and I gave all
to him. He stopped and held me to him tightly.
“I wish I didn’t
have to go into town this afternoon, but I do. We’ll have all
evening together. I’m so glad you’re here. Try not to worry too much
about losing your two loves. Enjoy the time you have with me. We’ll
discuss it, and if you convince me you really love these two men
perhaps, just perhaps, I won’t bid on you. I think I’m coming to care
for you enough I’d rather see you happy.” I hugged him again as
he had to leave.
“May I shower
and change before I go to the stables, Captain?”
“Certainly, Son,
help yourself! Call Gwenn if you need him. I’ll see you
this evening, have a good time with Noel.” He winked and was gone. I
thought to myself if the Stable Master’s dick was as big as the Captain
said, I better make damn sure I’m clean. I took my time and
remained in the shower for a while. Afterward, I put on a nice western
shirt Master Earl gave me and my best pair of western boots. I’d bought
them right after returning from Nam but never wore them much.
Even though I was from ‘shit kicker’ country and wore nothing but
cowboy boots before I had a pair of shoes, I never wore them much
as an adult. I wore my nice western belt with a big, rodeo buckle I’d
won in a college intermural Rodeo. I found my favorite ‘gimme’ hat that
read ‘Delkab Feeds’ and put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror and
was pleased I still had that old Texan look about me. I even
threw my hips out and swaggered in my boots as I walked out of the
house to the stables.
I arrived at the
stable and found Noel currying one of the horses. It was a big, bay
colored gelding. It took one look at me and snorted in disgust. I
wasn’t impressed with it either. I hate horses. Dumbest damn creatures
God put on this Earth. (Only because most of them got my number right
away and were much more clever than me.) I grew up around horses and
knew the mean little tricks they could pull on you. I could ‘make do’
and ride with the best of them, but horses and I just never got along.
I was a small kid growing up and they intimidated the holy Hell out of
me. When one of them sensed a weakness in you they would take advantage
of it in a heartbeat.
“Howdy, Noel.” I
said with my best Texas drawl. He wasn’t impressed, he just nodded.
“Get ‘chew a
saddle in the tack room and throw it on the bay. He’s an ornery ‘cuss
but gentle enough if you know how to ride.”
“I can ride.” I
said matter of factly, not trying to brag. I found a nice saddle,
brought it out, and threw it on the back of the big bay. He
turned around, snorted at me, then farted. I still wasn’t
impressed. I grabbed the belly cinch and looped it through the side
ring of the saddle. I could see Noel watching me closely out of the
corner of his eye as he readied a large, beautiful black stallion. I
pulled the belly cinch tight and checked to see I hadn’t pinched the
animal anywhere. Noel seemed impressed I knew what I was doing
and left me alone.
“Anything I
should know about this animal before I mount him, Stable Master?”
“Naw!” Was all
he said and watched as I put my boot in the stirrup. I grabbed
the horn to pulled myself up, threw my leg over and into the saddle.
About that time, the bastard let out a big lung full of air he had
taken in when I cinched him. Of course the cinch band loosened, the
saddle drifted to port and I ended up on the ground. Noel laughed his
ass off. I could swear the fucking horse was laughing too as he
whinnied. The bastard. I was red faced with embarrassment. Now,— you
know why I hate the son’s of bitches? I wasn’t real pleased with Noel
either. He knew the peculiarities of every horse in that stable.
He could have warned me, but he didn’t. It may have been hilariously
funny to him but to fall on your shoulder or even your head from that
height could be a health hazard. I decided to let it go and not comment.
Could I really
be that hard up for a fuck? Had I become that passive as a slave not to
stand up for myself when I was being made a fool of? Noel
deserved my wrath; however, I decided, for the Captain’s sake, and
being a good slave, to swallow my pride. I got up, dusted myself off,
straighten the saddle, and took hold of the cinch band. As I was
about to tighten it the son of a bitch took another big lung full of
air and held it so I couldn’t tighten the belt. I took one step back
and kicked it as hard as I could in the under belly with the point of
my boot.
I heard it go
“oouuff” as it had the air kicked out of it. I moved to it and swiftly
tightened the belt really tight on the bastard.
“Fuck with me,
will you, you big son of a bitch?! I was raised around you stupid
fuckers. I know your Goddamn tricks. You don’t like me, and I sure as
Hell ain’t fond you either, so there. You’re gonna’ get ridden whether
you like it or not, asshole.” I yelled at the bay. It turned it’s head
and gave me a new look of respect. Noel was still laughing his
ass off. This time at the horse and what I yelled at it. He
didn’t realize it, but some of that wrath was indirectly meant for him.
God help me, Noel spoke to me.
“Good for you,
Beau! You were raised around horses, huh?”
“Yeah,
Noel, I was. To be honest, I never liked the son’s of bitches.”
He thought that
was hilariously funny, too. It’s been my experience, if you let a horse
know right from the beginning, you ain’t gonna’ put up with his shit,
you’re in charge, he won’t give you a bit of trouble the rest of the
day. Sure enough, the damned horse was a sweetheart the rest of the day.
“Go here? Sure,
Beau! There? Happy to Beau! Shuffle off to Buffalo? No problem.”
Noel mounted up
and I’ll have to say, he sat a good horse. He looked like a man born to
the saddle. Old Noel was one fucking, sexy cowboy; however, somehow he
wasn’t quite as sexy as he was before. I got the feeling he had a mean
streak in him. The stallion he was riding was pretty spirited, he
reigned it in tight and wouldn’t give the big horse it’s head. He
was in charge and he let the animal know it. It settled right
down and was much quieter after that. Noel was a good horseman. I think
he was impressed by the way I handled the bay. He didn’t say anything,
but I could tell by the way he looked at me and smiled when he thought
I wasn’t looking. We rode side by side for sometime without saying a
word to each other. After his stunt of not warning me about the bay I
wasn’t going to speak to him if he didn’t care to speak to me.
Fuck him! Let
him peddle his strong, silent image to the young kids he brought home
to impress with his horse cock. His silence was beginning to be more
than a little annoying. I was beginning to care less and less what he
hid under his levis. I didn’t try to engage him in talk, I just let him
maintain his silence. Perhaps his silence was a protective
shield? If he didn’t venture anything he didn’t have to defend
it. I was almost to the point I didn’t care. He obviously didn’t either.
We came upon an
old mine with all kinds of equipment laying around rusting. He
dismounted the stallion and motioned for me to do the same. We
tied the horses at an old miners cabin with a water trough. The horses
immediately began to drink. It wasn’t a real hot day, but they
were a while without water and drank their fill. Noel motioned for me
to follow him. He took me a good distance into the old mine shaft to
show me a vein of silver he discovered. I was curious and had questions
but I wasn’t about to break the silence. Two could play this game. I
thought of lots of questions I would liked to have ask, but I would’ve
bitten my tongue off first. Finally he stopped and looked at me.
“Not impressed,
Huh?” he asked kind of sarcastic. That flipped my
‘be-a-good-slave-and-keep-your-mouth-shut’ tolerance switch to the off
position. Noel's acrtions said to me, 'It’s all right for me to play
the strong silent type but I don’t appreciate you to do it.' I shot him
a look that would have melted case hardened steel at fifty paces,
ignored him, turned and walked away. I was on my way out of that
fucking mine shaft, headed for the bay to ride back to the stable by
myself.
“What’s wrong,
Beau?” he hollered as he walked after me. Wrong question to ask me at
the right moment. Dad Beryl was sitting on my right shoulder shouting,
“Sic ‘em, Beau! Sic ‘em! Go for the son of a bitch’s throat. Cut his
legs off at the knees, you can do it, kid.”
“Let me see if I
understand your question, Noel. I’m sent out to be with you for the
afternoon to, perhaps, enjoy your company and take a leisurely ride in
the desert. I asked you if there was anything I should know about the
bay and you lied to me. You knew damn well what that horse would do but
it was great fun to make a fool of me. Only you didn’t count on me
knowing a little about horses. Surprised the crap out a’ you. How many
times would you let me fall off that horse before you told me what it
was doing? We ride all the way out here, you don’t say a fucking word
to me. You drag my ass in a stinking mine shaft to show me a worthless
vein of silver ore you discovered. Because I’m following your lead and
not saying anything it’s suddenly all right for you to get pissed and
say some asinine sarcastic remark because I didn’t comment on your
precious vein of ore. THEN, YOU ASK ME WHAT’S WRONG?
Shove your
comment and your attitude up your butt, cowboy! I should have done the
same to you I did to the bay. Kicked you in the nuts after that
incident at the stable to let you know I wouldn’t put up with your
shit, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. My mistake,— it
won’t happen again! I guarn-damn-te-ya’! You’ve had your fun with this
good ole boy! You either have to be one mean spirited, sick son of a
bitch, or a sadistic motherfucker! You may have the biggest dick under
heaven, but as far as I’m concerned, you’ll die with your secret,
cowboy! You should keep quiet Noel, ‘cause more people might figure out
your sick act. I’ve had enough of your type of asshole in my past. When
I run across one now, I know to run the other way.
You know,—
Noel, your silence may be your way of protecting yourself or you may
have some idea you want to project the image of the strong, silent
type. Whatever your reason, I for one, don’t find it amusing. In
fact, after a while it becomes a real bore. When you accept someone for
the afternoon to show around and you don’t say a Goddamn thing, it goes
beyond self protection or the justification of an image and becomes
just plain rude. You could’ve been honest with me and told me you
didn’t like me; you didn’t want to be bothered showing me around.
I could’ve accepted that a lot easier than cutting my balls off up to
my neck by ignoring me all afternoon. I may be a lowly slave to you,
but I have feelings and right now, Noel, they’re pretty Goddamn
raw.
Oh, what’s the
use,— ? Your kind never cares anyway, I’m wasting my
breath. It’s no wonder you’re alone with your fucked attitude,
you probably will be the rest of your life! You don’t have to worry
though, I won’t say a Goddamn word to the Captain nor anyone else about
this afternoon. I’m too fuck’n ashamed of myself for allowing you
to do this to me.”
I read people
off before, but I couldn’t remember a better job than today. I
walked to the bay and lost it. Shit, why did I have to break down right
now? I was being so strong, but now...? I had my left hand on the horn
ready to mount when I started sobbing against my arm. I couldn’t help
it. My rage at Noel was not who I wanted to become.
“Beau, please,
don’t do that to yourself. Don’t go,— please,— listen to me. I
was an asshole back there in the mine. I can see how you might have
felt about this but you’re wrong. Please,— listen to me. You just read
me off and pretty damn good, I might add. I guess I might be pissed if
any of it was true but it isn’t. Hear my side, Beau. You’re a
reasonable man, I can see it in your eyes. You owe it to yourself to
listen. I swear by God above and all that’s holy the bay’s never done
that before. Now,— if you know horses the way I think you do, you know
a damn horse will come up with a new trick for a new person every time.
He took one look at you and thought,
“Oh boy, a green
horn, I think I’ll do the old ‘I’ll hold my breath’ number on him and
show him who’s boss.’ You got right back up and before I had a chance
to tell you what to do, you had the situation taken care of. I was
impressed you knew that much about horses, not many folks do. You did
what any good horseman would’ve done to show him who’s gonna’ be the
boss. You kicked the wind out him. I didn’t say anything on the
way out here because I thought you were either mad, or you didn’t like
me. The incident with the bay wasn’t my fault. I don’t give a shit what
you tell the Captain. I’m a good wrangler and can find work at any
stable.
I don’t give a
big rat’s ass about anything you said except to tell you I do care. I
care very much how you feel. I want you so bad it hurts in my gut,
Beau. I haven’t said anything ‘cause I didn’t wanna’ say
something stupid. I feel like an inexperienced kid in school who wants
to talk to a beautiful little girl and is afraid to. Then when I did
say something, it was stupid, I’ll admit. God, Beau, don’t turn
away from me. You’re right about me being alone. I just can’t
seem to get it right with people so it drives me further and further
away from them. If I’m all that bad as you say, forgive me, Beau, help
me, be my friend.”
Well, what would
you have done? I turned into his arms and cried some more with him
holding me, stroking me and soothing me.
“There, there,
cowboy, I’m so sorry we got off on the wrong foot. Can’t we start
again? Give me another chance, Beau, I want you in the worst way. Come
on in the cabin and let me show you why I brought you here. A man who
wants to make love to you as much as I do can’t be all that bad.
Please, Beau, I want to love you and you love me. Afterwards, if
you still think I’m bad, I’ll go to the Captain when we get back and
quit but not until you kiss me.”
“That has to be
the single, smoothest line I’ve heard in my life, cowboy.” I looked
into his deep green eyes and he kissed me with the kiss of one man
starving for another. I’ll have to admit I was a bit peckish myself.
The stallion wasn’t impressed, he farted. We laughed and decided to
take this up in the cabin. He got us a beer out of a small fridge he
lugged out on horseback. The cabin was immaculate, it was neat as
a pin. Everything was in its place. He built a strong, nice
bed frame with a king sized futon covered in patch worked quilts. There
were old rusty gears nailed to the wall for decorations. Old spurs and
tack hanging in special places. There was a checkered table cloth
on the old table and he had even hand sewn small chintz curtains for
the windows. It looked like something out of Better Homes and
Cabins. I was wowed.
“This is
amazing! You did all this yourself?”
“Every bit of
it.”
“Hell, I’d
rather stay here than that big house back there.”
“I knew you’d
say that, that’s why I wanted to bring you here. I wanted you to
be the first to see it. It showed it to the Captain before I
started about a year ago. He doesn’t understand why I want to
come out here for days at a time.”
“Hell, I do, I’d
love to stay out here for a couple of days, especially with you.”
“You mean that,
Beau?”
“Yeah, I was
pretty taken with you, too,— still am.” We kissed again and
rolled around on the bed. I could feel his dick getting rock hard down
the leg of his levis, down the leg of his levis, and down the leg of
his levis; unbelievable. That couldn’t be all one man inside there.
Noel saw the look in my eye.
“I’ll be gentle,
Beau, I’ll only stick part of it in.” I laughed.
“That’s the
second biggest lie in history, Noel. You know what the first one is?”
“No, what?”
“The check’s in
the mail. The third one we don’t have to worry about.”
“What’s that?”
“You can’t get
pregnant your first time.” he fell out laughing as he started
unbuttoning my shirt. He had only seen me in a bathrobe at dinner the
previous evening and clothes at lunch. When he saw the rings in my tits
he went ape shit. He loved the one in my nose but the tit rings set him
off.
“You’ve got
another surprise coming, Cowboy. Unwrap a little more of the package.”
He undid my pants and pulled my stiff cock out and damn near fainted.
“Woah, that’s
fucking hot, Beau. You’re fucking hot without them but they set you off
like a frame on a great painting. Feel that.” He moved my hand to just
above his knee. I could feel the head of his dick through his levis. It
was harder than a rock. He pulled my Wranglers off me and threw
his clothes off, too. The first sight I got of his cock took my breath
away. No fucking way could I take that thing. I knew my limits. His
dick had to be the same length as Big Beryl’s and fatter than the
Captain or Master Jeb. If he was a baseball player he’d have his own
bat, because that’s what it looked like. The only thing you can do with
a cock that size is dress it up in doll clothes. He lay on top of me
with that damn thing going from below my crotch to above my navel.
“Once I get it
in, you won’t be satisfied until you take it all, but I’ll be gentle.”
“No, you won’t!”
“What da’ ya’
mean. I thought you wanted me?”
“I do, cowboy,
but I’ve been carefully trained to be taken as a slave. That’s as swift
and sure as you can get it into me then hold me on it until my ass
stops arguing. Trust me, you’ll get a much better fuck.”
“You sure?”
“That’s the only
way I can be taken, Noel. If you can’t then you can’t fuck me.”
“Oh, no, I’m
willing to play by your rules. I just don’t want to hurt you, darlin.’”
“I don’t think
you will. I’m willing to give it a shot but you have to remove my plug
first.”
“Your plug?”
“Yes, my Master
keeps me plugged when I don’t have a cock in my ass.” He put his hand
down to feel my ass.
“Wow, that’s not
a beginner's plug either. Let me get a towel and some KY.” I suffered a
peccavi that I, for once, allowed the use of a lubricant. Ah
well, exceptional situations call for exceptional measures.
“How’d that plug
feel riding the bay?” Noel asked me.
“Like I was
getting fucked by a horse.” I laughed.
“Well,— you’re
about to experience it for real, buckaroo.” He lubed his big fucker up
with KY and put a little in my ass for good measure, got me on the edge
of his sturdy bed with my legs on his shoulders, positioned himself and
leaned into me. I rode almost the entire length of his huge horse
cock. He reached a point I was about to raise off the bed in protest
when he sensed my discomfort and stopped.
“That’s all
right, Beau, that’s natural. Everyone has trouble with the last three
inches at first. To get that in I have to get past what is commonly
known as the second sphincter. It’s a misnomer but guys swear that’s
what it feels like. I know you want the rest, I can feel it. Your ass
is sucking me in. To get the best fucking, you’re gonna’ have to
take the rest. Take a deep breath, that’s it and,— see. Now, that
wasn’t bad was it? Now, you have all of old Noel inside you. Man!
What a feeling. I just knew your little butt would feel this
good.”
He was so big my
asshole was still arguing with his cock insisting he remove it at
once. My ass hole has been tamed more than once by large men. It
would soon learn it had no choice. He moved it around without taking a
stroke easing my muscle because he could still feel it spasming, trying
to reject or bite his cock off. To his credit he held me on it and made
my ass accept him like a rodeo cowboy stays on a bronc. If he hadn’t
removed his big straw cowboy hat I’m sure he would have been waving it
for the crowd in triumph for staying in the saddle past the eight
second buzzer.
If you ever want
to know just how long eight seconds can be, get on the back of
one of those mad, slobbering bulls, come out of the chute like a
highballing locomotive and try to hang on for eight seconds. Your life
will pass before you in slow motion in that eight seconds.
My ass finally
stopped its arguing and with couple of small strokes my ass began to
relax. I began to get into his rhythm and working with him stroke by
stroke. I was loosening up and he was taking bigger and bolder strokes
into my ass. He was a man who enjoyed a fine piece of ass and I
could tell he was appreciating mine.
“Oh, Beau! Oh,
baby! That’s some fine fucking in that ass. Work with me, baby. Oh,
yeah! Meet Noel’s cock! That’s it ! That’s it! Just like
you rode that big bay, baby. Here comes a little bigger one for you,
cowboy. Yeah! Yeah! Damn you’re really working that ass good for old
Noel’s dick! Givin’ old Noel’s pony a good ride. That’s it!
That’s it, put it up there for me baby. Gimme’ all that good ass
you got, cowboy.”
My ass was fully
dilated to receive his full, hard thrust and he took full advantage of
it. He was a little reticent at first but I urged him on. I wanted to
be able to say I had one of the best fucking of my life on a dick the
size of a horse and got him off. Noel was in full agreement as he began
to gallop his pony up a steep hill. Damn! It was as if he
had spurred that fucking horse in both flanks with his spurs to urge
his steed to take him to the top without a stumble. He was a horseman.
He knew how to ride a good mount. He sat a good horse. He sat a good
man. To him there was little difference at that moment. The two merged
as one as he reined me in tight not daring to give me my head,
demanding he was the rider and I damn well was going to take him where
he chose to go without question.
I settled down
to work harder with him to bring him to his destination just as the
stallion had done. He reached the top of the hill and began to call out
the name’s of at least six unknown Gods as his final strokes were so
long, so hard, and so deep they actually lifted my whole body off his
bed. I felt my ass being filled with what seemed like quarts of
horseman come. The pony he was riding bit down hard on the cowboy’s
cock and started some pretty impressive fireworks of its own. He
slammed into me twice more, each time unloading another volley of his
seed deeper in me than any man had ever done before. My cock kept
shooting on us as he collapsed on top of me still deeply implanted in
my butt. Damn! He still felt good even after climax. He took
another couple of long, gentle, loving strokes into me to sort of thank
me for the good riding. He was one drained hombre, and I was his happy
cayuse.
“Thank you,
cowboy, for the afternoon roundup and rodeo. I think you tamed this
head strong stallion with that ride. I think you deserve a really big
notch on your six shooter for that fuck.”
“Why, thank ya’
pa’dna.’ Here in the West us cowpokes aim to please and comfort as many
tight little ass’s as we can, Sir. I certainly hope you enjoyed
your ride on my old steed.”
“Did I? Does a
frog have a water tight asshole? Woah! Ain’t been fucked like that in a
while. Well, at least since last night.” He laughed.
“Is the Captain
a pretty good fuck?”
“He’s very good.
When the Captain fucks me, I stay fucked for a while.”
“I just imagined
he might be. He’s never been interested in me. He was interested
in his Dungeon Master getting fucked by me. When I found out he’s
basically a straight man who was forced into gay male slavery I lost
interest. X has never approached me for himself. It’s always been,
“My Master
ordered me to give my ass to you for your use, Sir. Or, my Master would
like to watch you fuck me, Sir.” If he ever once came to me and said it
was him who needed me, I might consider it. He isn’t a bad
looking man and his body is in perfect shape. He works hard to
keep it that way. Of course the Captain insists he keeps it that
way or suffer the consequences.” We were laying
on our sides with him still in me taking a few strokes every now and
then. I was milking him to get the last of his come to release into my
gut. It was great laying there with him, talking quietly, sharing
things. He could be some slave’s good Master.
“Have you ever
considered becoming a Master and taking a slave, Noel?”
“Yeah! That or
taking a steady fuck companion, but people are responsibilities. Some
folks are good at those kind of things, some aren’t. I’ve been alone
for so long, set in my ways,— almost a hermit. Who’d wanna’ live the
kind of life I do; getting by on a shoestring. This cabin is the first
thing I’ve had in my life that’s mine, and it ain’t really mine, it’s
on the Captain’s property. He lets me pretend it’s mine and I love him
for that. I ain’t never had much of anything to call my own. I
ain’t got much education. I can barely read or write. Wrangling is all
I know how to do.
Horses is all I
know about. I’m damn good at it. I can get a job anywhere, but I
ain’t never gonna’ get rich on a wrangler’s pay. The Captain pays twice
as much as a lot of others. That’s why I’ve been with him so many
years. I sometime feel like his stable eunuch. He doesn’t use the
horses that much to really keep the stable going. I know he does it for
me ‘cause he cares about me. I care about him, too. I even love him.
That’s why I was so devastated this afternoon when you read me off.
I wanted to make a good impression on you, but I saw my hopes
going up in smoke because of my own stupidity. That’s why I’m quiet all
the time around folks. I don’t wanna’ say something stupid to embarrass
myself. Look at me today, I fucked up royally. If you hadn’t been the
forgiving person you are, I would’ve missed out on knowing a wonderful
person. To say nothing of getting the best fuck I’ve had in many a
moon.”
“I know one man,
who, if he were not spoken for would love to live a simple life with
you, Noel.”
“You, Beau?”
“Absolutely,
look at this place. I could be happy here the rest of my life knowing
at the end of the day I was going to hold you in my arms and love on
you a little bit. Don’t you think maybe you sell yourself a little
short?”
“Maybe I do, I
don’t know.”
“Have you ever
been in love with another man, Noel?”
“Yes,
once. Not so long ago. The Captain had a ranch in Texas and I
worked for him. The kid of an old army buddy of the Captain's came to
stay with us after the kid got back from Nam. He was a basket
case, yet somehow, between my silence and his need to be left alone we
bonded in the middle. He taught me to care and love and I taught him to
live again. He was a cowboy and a damn good one, too. He went to live
with another man he knew before me and broke my heart. I still love him
and see him once in a while.
“If a good slave
or even a good gay man had you to hold each night, Noel, they would
have more treasure than the wealthiest man. What does anyone need in
life if they can lay down at night, after a hard days work, next to the
one they love?”
“Yeah, I’ve
thought of that. Do you want to become the Captain’s slave Beau? Could
you love him?”
“Could I love
him? I all ready do but I’m falling in love with you, too. So, you see,
I fall in love with people easily. Do I want to become his slave? No,
Noel, I don’t. Why? Because I have two of the most wonderful men God
put on this Earth who want to be my Masters and I love them with all my
heart and soul. How the Captain found out about me being sold and now
may make a bid for me is a mystery. If he buys me I won’t have much
choice but to come here and be his slave. Will I love him? Of course,—
I've accepted who and what I am. A slave is trained to never hold
anything back from his Master. Will my heart break in two for the love
of my other two Masters? I hope not, but I can’t know for sure.”
“He’s gonna’ ask
me for a vote as to whether he should buy you or not. What do you want
me to tell him?”
“I want you to
tell him whatever you feel in your heart. I can’t tell you what to tell
him. That wouldn’t be fair to him, you, or me. You have to make
up your own mind what you want to tell him. I won’t love you any less
or more for either vote.”
“Somehow, I knew
you’d say that. That’s the kind of person you are, Beau, and that’s
what makes you so easy to love. Truth? I’m falling in love with you,
too. I know better than to jump in with both feet ‘cause I may never
see you again after this weekend but if you do come to live here, you
will have one more lover than the man in the big house. You’ll have a
cowboy who lives in the desert in a miner’s cabin.”
We kissed a
passionate kiss as he took a couple more good, long, deep strokes into
my ass. He was a lover, my cowboy, my wrangler, my horseman, my Stable
Master, my farrier. Underneath the quiet, the self doubts, low self
image, dwelled a good heart who needed what we all need from time to
time; someone to look us in the eye and tell us we are good people.
Does more good than fifty visits to a therapist. It’s a damn site
cheaper, too.
Part III ~ Happy
Trails
We cleaned up
and spent the rest of the afternoon in each other arms. We
couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I was so impressed with his
dick I kept wanting to grab it, throw it over my shoulder and burp it.
It seems like men with big dicks get it all. All that you and I didn’t
get. Our fair share went into men like him and Big Beryl. Think how
many men could be made happy with perhaps a quarter of his cock. It
just didn’t seem fair. God didn’t find it necessary to ask my opinion
when he created the universe. Thinking back over the years, I thought
about how many men I met who had enormous dicks, but most didn’t know
what to do with them. Either that or they were so much of a bottom they
weren’t the least bit interested in fucking. I ain’t that big but
I’m above average. Leastwise, I never got any complaints. I’d
like to think I was like Master Zack. It’s not the size that counts,
it’s what you do with it. At any rate, I’ve always been happy to
share the wealth.
It came time to
ride back. By that time Noel and I bonded as friends. For the
strong silent type he was having no trouble finding things to say to
me. We talked for hours about everything. He had a wide variety
of interest and expressed himself well. Noel was not as dumb as he
portrayed himself to be. Like a good horse he had a lot of common sense
that saw him in good stead. He began to get quiet again as we slowly
rode back to the stable. He gently reached over, took my hand and held
it as we rode side by side. He didn’t let go, and I didn’t want him to.
He was like a kid with his first love, and he wanted to hold hands, to
feel close. We approached the stable and found the Captain waiting for
us. He smiled to see us riding up hand in hand. Noel wasn’t intimidated
by the Captain’s presence and didn’t drop my hand.
“I see Noel had
to hold your hand to keep you on the horse, Beau.”
“Yes, Sir, he
took pity on me ‘cause I damn near fell off twice.”
“Don’t you
believe it, Captain,— Beau’s one of the finest horsemen you’ve ever
brought to the stable. He sits a good horse.”
“High praise,
young man, from a man who never has two words to say about anyone.”
“I have more
than a couple to say about this man, Captain, and their all good.”
I started
undoing my saddle, took it off, wiped it down good, and put it away in
the tack room. I found some towels and started rubbing down the
bay. He seemed to really appreciated the attention and playfully nudged
me a couple or times to get me to pet him. He wanted me to tell
him he was a good boy. Horses can also suck you dry for attention
and affection. The Captain and Noel were impressed I knew how to take
care of a horse and didn’t just leave it for Noel to do.
“I can see you
two are going to be a few minutes so I’ll head back to the house. Come
up when you get done. Andre’ has dinner about ready, and you know how
he can be if everyone isn’t there on time.” He laughed.
“We’ll be right
there, Captain!” I told him.
“You didn’t have
to do that, Beau. I’d a’ taken care of the bay.”
“I know, t but
it’s nice to have someone around for company when you do these things,
ain’t it? He was silent for a moment.
“Yeah,
especially someone like you.”
I finished with
the bay and led him to his stall. I took his bit and bridle off, found
some oats and fed him. He was happy and snorted thanks to me. I liked
him just a little better,— not a lot,— just a bit. Noel put the
stallion away. I went to him and put my arms around him. He smelled
like horses, man and the desert all rolled into one. He had the scent
of a good, strong, clean, healthy man. Overpowering. We kissed one last
kiss before walking hand in hand up to the big house and into the
kitchen still hand in hand.
Mouths fell open
as everyone stopped and looked. Didn’t bother either of us as we hugged
in front of all of them and laughed. We sat down to dinner and
conversation around the table was lively. Noel was quiet as usual but
spoke up a few times to everyone’s surprise. I engaged him in
conversation about the horses a couple of times and the household staff
had no idea what we were discussing. The Captain did, but they didn’t.
The Captain
seemed to be pleased Noel seemed more comfortable with everyone,
especially me. After dinner the Captain invited Noel to the spa with us
but he declined and said he had some things to get ready. He was going
to ride back out to his cabin early in the morning if the Captain
didn’t need him for the weekend. Noel always rode back in to take care
of the horses in the evenings and then back out to his cabin. The
Captain never had to worry about the horses. Noel took good care of
them. After he gentled me he certainly took good care of me. The
Captain didn’t invite X to join us in the spa, and it was just as
well. I was happy to be alone with him. I easily moved into
his arms without waiting to be invited. He smiled at me, pleased
I felt comfortable with him.
“I won’t pump
you about Noel, Son, as long as you had a good time. You must have, to
ride up hand in hand like Roy and Dale.”
“Captain,— I had
a wonderful afternoon with Noel. He’s a remarkable man in more ways
than one. I got to see a part of him I don’t think many people get to
see." he smiled at me and raised an eyebrow, "No,— that’s not the part
I’m talking about; although, I did get to see that up close and
personal. What can I tell you, Captain? I’m very fond of him.”
“Good!” he said,
“So am I. He doesn’t know this and you won’t tell him, but he’s
like the son I never had.”
X was right, the
Captain didn’t care to share me with anyone that evening or the next
day. He decided we would go for a ride together late in the afternoon.
We went to the stable, and I saddled the bay for me and a pinto he
liked. We rode out into the desert side by side, and he began to
talk to me.
“I wanted to
ride out to Noel’s cabin. I know he didn’t want to be around when you
left. Be too hard on him. So, I thought you might like to go say
goodbye to him out here.”
“I appreciate
that, Captain. You know he loves you a lot, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I know he
does. We’ve never discussed it. Don’t have to. Sometimes love between
two men doesn’t have to be confirmed. A small gesture, a smile at
something you say can be enough to tell you what’s in his heart.
I love him, too, and I’ll always make sure he’s comfortable. He
loves that fucking cabin.”
“Have you seen
it since he’s fixed it up?”
“No, I saw it
when he asked if he could have it as a get away place for
himself. I gave him permission, but I haven’t been out here in
over a year. I wanted to give him his privacy. He seemed to
appreciate I wasn’t breathing over his shoulder. Whatever he
wanted to do out here was fine with me.”
“Well, you won’t
believe it. It’s remarkable. It has a great deal of charm and comfort
to it. It’s a reflection of him, a side you probably have never
witnessed. A side, I think will blow you away. It did me. Who would
have thought old, quiet Noel would have created something that great,
then I ask myself, why not Noel?”
“That’s what I
like about you, Beau, you try to see all sides of a situation, and you
don’t judge anybody. Oh by the way, Gwenn did ask again. I said
you’d be busy the rest of the weekend.” he laughed.
“Thanks for
that, Captain.” We both laughed. We rode into Noel’s area. He had
a fire going outside with what appeared to be an old refrigerator shelf
above the fire for a stove top. He had his coffee pot on making coffee
and a pot of beans bubbling away. He came out of the house, looked up
and saw us. A big grin crossed his face as he walked out into the yard
to greet us. I dismounted the bay and the Captain dismounted the Pinto.
Noel took the reigns and tied them to the hitchin’ post by the side of
the cabin. He returned, and I threw my arms around him, hugged and
kissed him. He didn’t hold back nor was he shy just because the Captain
was with me.
“It’s damn good
to see you again, Beau; you to Captain. Can you stay for dinner? I’ve
got plenty for all.”
“We’d love to,
Son.” replied the Captain.
“Can I get you a
beer, coffee, soda?”
“I’ll try some
of your coffee, Noel,— it smells great.”
“I’ll have a
beer, Son.” Noel walked into the cabin and returned with the
Captain’s Beer and a mug for my coffee.
“Come in,
Captain,— Beau,— you haven’t seen the place since I cleaned it up,
Captain.”
We walked in and
the Captain stopped right in the doorway and looked all around. He was
like me, he was stunned. He looked at everything, smiled and
shook his head.
“Noel, this is
fucking unbelievable. This is wonderful. You did all this yourself?”
“Yes, Sir, every
bit.” You could tell Noel was basking in the Captain’s praise like a
son who caught the winning pass at the football game.
“Well, now I see
why you want to come out here and spend time. This is nice and
comfortable. I’m proud of you, Son.” He stuck out his hand to shake
Noel’s. Noel took the big man’s hand, pulled the Captain to him
and hugged him.
“Thank you,
Captain.” he spoke sincerely.
“For what?”
“For allowing me
to do this.”
“Gosh, Son, it’s
yours. Any man who would put this much love in a place deserves to own
it. I’ll have these five acres deeded over to you Monday. I’ll
never use this land anyway. It’s yours, Son, lock, stock and worthless
mine.” Noel couldn’t believe what the Captain was saying.
“Are you
serious, Sir?”
“Couldn’t be
more serious, Son! I’ll give you the deed Monday evening.” Noel hugged
the Captain and kissed him. The Captain seemed to enjoy that.
“Gosh, Captain,
that’s a wonderful and giving thing to do.” I said. “I know you’ve made
one cowboy’s dream come true. You’re a good, kind and generous
man.” I told him.
“Well, I don’t
know about all that, but we only go around once. We should do random
act of kindness for everyone from time to time. It’s Noel’s turn.”
Noel had a grin
on his face that looked like he was king of the world. We walked out
into the cool, late afternoon air to watch Noel put three of the
biggest damn ‘T’ bone steaks on his grill over the fire.
“J’ever eat
steaks grilled over Mesquite, Beau?” he asked, I hadn’t. “Well,
you're in for a treat. Best flavor in the world.” He was
right. We had steak, red beans and cowboy potatoes. He dropped
chunks of potatoes in boiling hot oil over the fire and cooked ‘em ‘til
they were golden brown and crisp. Everything was delicious. Best
food I’d eaten since I got there.
“Captain,— no
disrespect, Sir,— but you got the wrong man cooking for you.” I told
him about half way through my steak. Noel grinned from ear to ear.
“After tasting
this steak, beans and potatoes I think I agree with you. What’s
best is it doesn’t have a fucking cream sauce that goes over everything
to kill the flavor.” We roared with laughter.
We had a
wonderful time and I got to see a side of the Captain I might never
have seen. He truly was a wonderful and generous man. He was
enjoying this opportunity to get to know Noel better and so was
Noel. I seemed to be a catalyst between the two of them.
Noel opened up and talked non-stop through dinner. The Captain
took full advantage and they talked about everything up to and
including me.
“Do you think I
should buy this slave, Son? I’m falling in love with him.”
“I ask Beau how
I should answer that question, Sir. He told me to follow my heart. He
couldn’t and wouldn’t influence my decision. I love him, too. If you
buy him, turn around and he’s gone, you won’t have to look to far for
him, you’ll know where he’ll be.”
“I see,— ” the
Captain paused and looked Noel in the eye, “Know what, Son?
That’s fine with me. At least I’ll know he’s with someone I love. Then
I’ll ride out, bring some steaks and we can do this again.” We laughed.
“I thought a lot
about what I’d say when you ask my vote, so,— in front of Beau,— as
much as I’d love to see him come here to live for my own selfish
reasons, I’m sorry, Captain, but I have to vote ‘no.’”
“I can see
you’ve given this a great deal of thought. You want to tell me why you
arrived at that decision, Son?”
“Yes, Sir, his
happiness isn’t here with you and me, Sir. He’s very much in love with
two Masters in his family who didn’t count on outside buyers coming in
and upsetting the apple cart to take their love away from them. Beside
the fact that he looks enough like my cowboy to be his twin
brother. In the short time I’ve known Beau, I’ve come to think
he’s pretty special and it’s gonna’ be damn hard for me to let go.
That’s why I
came out here so’s I wouldn’t have to say goodbye. I’m glad you came
out so’s I could tell him goodbye, but it’ll be easier seeing him ride
on down the trail than it would be seeing him drive away. Fuck
Captain, I may as well be honest with you, I’ve fallen in love with
him, too. I don’t wanna’ see Beau go tonight, for both our sakes, but
it isn’t right, Sir. I guess I love him too much to have him go
through the heart break of leaving two men who are lucky enough to have
his love and call him their slave.”
“I can’t fault
your honesty, Son, thank you for that. You have indeed thought out this
whole situation. I told him something similar. If he could
convince me of his love for those men I wouldn’t bid for him. I have
the right to and they knew there was a chance of this happening when
they put him on the open market. I’ll think about it, and we’ll talk
again before next Friday.”
“I will tell you
one thing, though,” Noel spoke again, “I’m joining his family if
they’ll have me. I’m getting out my old Harley, fix it up and the
next family event they have I’m gonna’ be there. I’m contacting his
Dungeon Master Monday to ask for consideration to join. They have a six
month probationary period for new members, but if it’s half as great as
Beau makes it sound then maybe I can find someone for me. I wouldn’t
mind trying my hand at being a Master.”
“I think,—
no, I know,— you’d make a damn fine Master, Noel” I urged him.
“I second that,
Son. You really would. Maybe that’s just what you need. Some little man
to wait on you hand and foot and keep your belly warm at night.” We
laughed.
It was getting
late, and by the time the Captain and I rode back to the stable, put
the horses away there would be just enough time to say goodbye to all
and drive me back to the mountain. The Captain mounted up and rode off
telling me he’d wait for me down the trail. Noel took me in his arms
and held me tight for several minutes. He had tears in his eyes
as we kissed and so did I.
“I can’t tell
you goodbye, Beau. I’m joining your family to be around more people
like you. I’m gonna’ let the Captain closer to me. I really have come
to love him, and I know he loves me. I wish you the best, my friend. I
love you, Beau.” Those were hard words for Noel to get out, but he said
them and I knew he meant them. “I gotta’ take
off, love. I love you, too,— you know that. This was a wonderful
evening I’ll remember all my life, cowboy. I love you, Noel.” We kissed
again, cried a little more in each others arms. He grabbed the reigns
to the bay and held it as I mounted.
“Did he suck in
wind this time?”
“No, he took one
look at me and knew better.” We laughed. He handed me the reigns
and kissed me at the same time.
“See you on down
the trail, Beau.”
“On down the
trail, cowboy.”
I turned the bay
and headed to catch up with the Captain. We rode slowly along back to
the stables and he was quiet. I reached over and took his hand.
He smiled and squeezed it and held it all the way back. I
unsaddled the horses. Toweled them down. Put them away in their
stalls. I removed their bridles and bits and fed all of them. I told
Noel he didn’t have to ride back, I’d take care of them for him
tonight. The Captain waited and talked a little about how glad he was
we did that. He loved Noel and was going to quit claim deed that five
acres to him tomorrow. I finished with the horses, took his hand again
and we walked back to the kitchen of the big house. Andre’ was
all upset. They didn’t know what to do about dinner so they ate, but he
could make us anything.
“No, Andre,’
it’s all right, we ate in the desert with Noel.”
“Wit zee
Ca-bouy? Mon Deux! In zee des-zert? And ju' are still alive? Sacre
blu!” He ranted.
“It was
delicious. Best steak I ever had. Best beans, too.” The Captain poured
it on as I giggled. Gwenn winked at me again.
“Come along,
Beau, let’s get your things. Gwenn, have Frank bring the limo around to
the front.”
We climbed the
stairs to his bedroom still hand in hand. He opened the door and led me
through. He held me and kissed me passionately, and I returned passion
for passion.
“I love you,
Beau. I want you for more than just a slave. I want that, but I want
you for my mate. That you and Noel love each other is only icing on the
cake. He’ll keep you happy when I have to be gone.”
“I’m afraid to
tell you I love you, Captain, but what the Hell, you can see right
through my heart, I can’t hide it. You know it. I do love you. I
just wish there was someway I could have all the people I love in my
life, loving and living in close harmony, enjoying each other.”
“Maybe there is,
Son, do you believe in miracles?”
“Absolutely,
I’ve witness numbers of them myself.”
“Then if you
truly believe, your dream will come true. You’re special and you have a
special ability to heal and unite people. Look what you’ve done
this weekend for Noel and me. We would’ve never gotten this close
but for you.” I gathered up my things and came to him.
“Will you take
me back, Captain, please?”
“Of course I
will, Son, but I’ll have X ride with Frank so I can fuck him on the way
back. He hasn’t had a good Captain fucking in a while.” I thought
to myself, ‘Fuck X, I was gonna’ get me a piece of that action on the
way back.’
We started off
on our return trip, and I asked the Captain if we could lay in the back
together and have a drink. He thought that was a wonderful idea. I was
laying in his big arms enjoying the view. I kept rubbing my hand around
on him and felt him getting excited.
“Please, Master,
may your slave pleasure you on the way back? One last time? Please,
Sir?” The Captain looked at me and pulled me to him and kissed me.
“Of course you
can, slave.” I helped him undress, and I threw my clothes off. I didn’t
have to do much priming. He was rock hard and ready for my ass. I told
him I wanted to ride him off.
“I don’t think
anyone’s ever done that for me, but I’d like to try it, Son.” I threw
the pillows down to the rear end so I could see where we were. I knew
when we went over Kellogg hill we had about thirty minutes before we
would arrive at Mt. Washington. I lathered him up good with spit, made
the appropriate love to his stallion and mounted him fast and hard. It
took his breath away. My mount was so hard it made the back end of the
limo bounce. The driver, Frank, swerved thinking we ran
over something. He was on the phone immediately. I handed the phone to
the Captain.
“Yes, Frank.”
“Yes, we felt
it, too. No big thing. Not to worry. No Frank, couldn’t be better.
Thank you, Frank.” I hung up the phone for him. We both
fell out laughing. The Captain loved to laugh, and had a wonderful deep
baritone laugh.
“Damn fine
mount, slave! Damn fine! I think they probably recorded that on the
Richter scale at Mt. Wilson. We know Frank and X felt it.” We started
laughing all over again.
I started to
ride him and rode him all the way back to Kellogg hill. I built him up
three times to the point of starting his flow and then stopped.
He would laugh each time and ask me if I was gonna’ do it again. He
though that was the greatest thing he’d ever felt in his life.
“I’m gonna’ have
you begging your slave to finish you off, my good Master. I wanted to
play with you like this to show my appreciation for the lovely weekend.
I had a wonderful time and fell in love three times. That’s sort
of a record for me, Captain. I can’t imagine a more wonderful end to a
great weekend that to catch my good Master’s seed.”
I rode him up
Kellogg hill and got him off right at the top and hit mine right after.
I continued to ride him and milk him to get the rest of his come into
my ass. I knew in my heart I just cheated X out of a good fucking.
There’d be other times for X. He probably wouldn’t enjoy the Captain as
much as I did anyway. I leaned over, kissed him gently, and thanked him
for allowing his slave to pleasure him one last time. He was
drained and I was happy. I cleaned his cock and all my come from
him with my mouth. I dressed him and then put my clothes back on.
We had enough
time to share another cocktail as we headed up the mountain to Master
Jeb, the Dungeon Master, Chief, Will’s and my home. It was home, my
home. We arrived in front at eight forty-five on the nose. Mother Hen,
the Dungeon Master, was pacing out front. I kissed the Captain
goodbye, grabbed my bag, and got out of the limo. I waved as they
went off down the hill. I turned to my beloved giant and held him with
my cheek pressed tightly against his huge chest.
“How was your
weekend with the Captain?”
“Fantastic.”
I replied, “He was much like you, Dungeon Master, I woke once
during the night and could have sworn it was you holding me.” He kissed
me gently and spoke. “Welcome home,
Son, we’ve missed you. We all damn near went crazy without you.”
Part IV~The Best
Laid Plans
We went into the
house and I went through the greeting ritual with Chief, the Dungeon
master, and finally Master Jeb. I couldn’t believe how great he looked.
He was radiant and had the glow of a healthy man. I lovingly kissed
both his boots, found his hand and kissed it putting it to my forehead.
“Rise good slave
and show your Master love.” He held me with arms that were much
stronger and we kissed a passionate kiss of lovers.
“What news from
your doctor, Master Jeb?” I asked
“Nothing!” he
said.
“No news or
‘nothing’ they didn’t find anything? Well, Hell, you know what I mean.”
I questioned him in my excitement.
“They didn’t
find a damn thing. Gone! Cured! Miraculous spontaneous remission, they
called it. I call it the greatest gift a group of gifted men may give
someone; their healing love. Thanks to all of you, I'm healed.” He
broke into tears, and I took him in my arms again to comfort him.
“Did you bother
to tell them how it came about?”I asked.
“Do you think
they would believe me?”
“No, Sir, I
don’t suppose they would. Thank God, you’re healed. He’s answered all
our prayers for you.”
“I’m so glad
you’re home, Son.” Master Jeb said to me hugging me again.“How was your
weekend with the Captain?”
“It was unusual
as it was interesting. The Captain’s a complex man with many secrets. I
don’t understand how he might expect a slave to love and trust him when
he seems to hide so much. On the one hand he is stern, rigid,
demanding, secretive but on the other he’s kind, warm, giving, loving,
and generous with his help. He may have the secrets of the world to
hide, but underneath, I think he’s a good man.”
“Do you think
he’ll bid for you?”
“I don’t know
Master. He seemed to like me. He also seemed to understand my
circumstances of being in love with my Masters here in our family. He’s
a difficult man to figure out. I just don’t know. If I had to guess I’d
say there’s a fifty-fifty chance he will bid on me. I hope not but I
don’t have any control over that.”
“Well, maybe
your family does. We’ll have to make sure he doesn’t win the bid.
We don’t want to lose you.” Master Jeb replied.
“Has Will been
looking after you, Master?” I asked.
“He’s done an
excellent job, but I haven’t needed him that much. Jim and Chief
pitched in and helped over the weekend. His Master just left a little
while ago to return to Joshua Tree. Will has been walking on a cloud
all weekend. We’ve had such fun laughing at the two of them. He’s up in
the room they used for the weekend changing the sheets and generally
cleaning up. We can’t believe how much in love they are. We’ve
been talking among ourselves and we’re thinking of changing the period
of time for Will’s transfer as property to Master Zack from six months
to three. You have any thoughts on that?”
“I certainly do,
Master. I appreciate you asking this slave’s opinion because Will and
I’ve grown close. I care about him very much. I think it would be a
wonderful idea. Will has proved to us his head is screwed on tight, and
to my way of thinking, he just got on the wrong track. Will is a
remarkable young man, and he’s brought a great gift to our family. He
single handedly gave you back to us Master. I think he has the
adaptability and maturity of a man twice his age. I’ve been called a
natural slave along with Oscar, Billy and Titus. I’ve felt since our
rescue of Will that he, even more that the four of us, is a truly
natural slave. Not only has he the ability to serve a wonderful Master
like Master Zack but he has all ready proved his need, willingness and
generosity of spirit to serve numbers of us in this family. I think we
still have things to learn from this young man. He’s so unassuming we
have no idea what other talents he may possess. Certainly, as fine a
Master as Master Zack deserves that consideration as well; however, you
are all aware of my feelings for Master Zack.” I blushed as they
all giggled at me.
“You certainly
have strong opinions on this subject. To tell you the truth,
slave, you’ve brought up a couple of points we hadn’t even touched on.
I agree with you wholeheartedly. What does the Dungeon Master and
his assistant Master Redfeather think.”
“Well,” spoke
the Dungeon Master, “my thought is for three months training for
Will, a ceremony of becoming recognized as a slave to our family
at the end of that three months and transferring his ownership to
Master Zack within the same ceremony. He should train as any other
slave and exposure to his intended Master should be limited during the
first month. Then I don’t see why he and Master Zack can’t see each
other every weekend after that if convenient for all.”
“I fully agree
with both the Dungeon Master and Beau.” allowed Chief,
“I’ll certainly miss my little ‘belly warmer’ but I love the little
shit so much I want to see him happy as soon as possible. For what he’s
gone through and what he’s brought to our family, I’m all for it. I
think they deserve that consideration. While he may be happy here with
us, he needs the stability and strength of purpose only Master Zack can
give him. Knowing Master Zack, Will will only benefit from Zack’s
personal training and discipline. I foresee Master Zack and Will
becoming cornerstones of our family.”
"Then it’s
agreed, Dungeon Master, when Zack calls to let us know he got
home safely will you give him the news? Then we’ll let him tell
his slave after you talk to him.” A few minutes later Will came down
the stairs and ran to me.
“Beau, I didn’t
hear you come in. I’m sorry, I was upstairs cleaning the room my
Master, and I stayed in this weekend. You just missed him.”
“I’m so glad for
you he could come up this weekend to be with you and,— ?”
“Oh, Beau, he’s
everything you said he was and more. I’m so in love with him. I’ve
never been this much in love with any of the other so called Masters I
tried to serve. I didn’t know it was possible to love the Master you
served this much.”
“I’m so glad to
hear that, Will. I hoped the two of you would like each
other. I’m really pleased and happy for you. A bit green with
envy ‘cause I know what a fine Master you’re getting, but I’m more
happy for the two of you. You certainly have my blessing.”
We sat
down in the kitchen to talk. I ran up to the Bear’s Lair to remove my
clothes and came back down when the phone rang. The Dungeon
Master answered.
“Hello, Zack,—
you home?”
“Good we’re
glad. You all ready picked up Button?”
“Damn, you made
good time.”
“We have
something to tell you, Zack. Since sprout is sitting here listening
with both ears we’ll tell you together.”
“We’ve talked
among ourselves and decided to lower the time period for transfer of
Will to you to three months instead of six.” Will got a big smile
across his handsome little face.
“Yes, well,
you’re both welcome. We still require him to go through the
standard three months of training. Visitation will be restricted
for the first month only. Then, depending on your schedules, you may
visit every weekend there after until ceremony and transfer.”
“Well, we
observed the two of you together this weekend, and we felt it wouldn’t
serve much purpose to keep a Master and slave that much in love away
from each other any longer than absolutely necessary. Yes! You’re very
welcome.”
“Here I’ll let
you talk to your new slave.”
“Hello, Master.”
“Hello, my
slave-boy.”
“I miss you all
ready, Sir.”
“I thought about
you all the way home, Son. I thought six months was going to be a Hell
of a long time before I could own you; to tell the world you’re my
property, you belong to me. Maybe God heard my prayers. We can do three
months floating on our backs, right?
“Absolutely,
Sir, these men are wonderful, Master Zack.”
“They are,
indeed, youngster. I love you so much, Will. I know you’ll do well in
training and make me a wonderful slave to be proud of. I all ready am
proud of you, Son.”
“Well, they’ll
all giggle at me here, Master Zack, but I don’t care. I love you, too,
Sir, more than there are stars in the sky.”
“Find out when
they plan to have you start training and maybe we can have another
weekend together before then, Son.”
“I’d love that,
Sir, another Weekend with you? Wow! Maybe I could ride my bike out if
Master Dirk has it finished.”
“I’ll let you
go, Son. Thank them again for the both of us. I love you, Son.”
“I love you,
too, Master.” Will slowly hung up the receiver and turned to us.
“My Master said
to be sure and thank you again for your generosity. We both appreciate
it very much.” Then he ran to each of us, hugged and kissed us
all. He was in heaven.
“Master wanted
me to find out when I might start training so perhaps we might have
another weekend together before then.”
The Dungeon
Master mused and asked for Chief’s opinion. Master Jeb decided to
bow out of the slave training altogether even though he was recovering.
He felt he had done it long enough and the new Dungeon Master and Chief
were fully capable of training any new slaves that came along.
“Well, let’s
see,— ” mused Chief. “There is the one more weekend in this month and I
don’t feel the Dungeon Master and I will be psyched to take on a new
slave for training until after Beau is sold. How does the first of the
following month sound or maybe even the fifteenth of next month.”
“The
fifteenth sounds good to me.” said the Dungeon Master. That
will give them three weekends to be together and it will shorten their
time apart”
“Fine with me,
Dungeon Master.” said Chief.
“Then the next
time you talk with your Master, Will, tell him we’ll start your
training the fifteenth of next month and you guys can plan from there.”
“Thank you,
Sirs, Master Jim and Chief, I love you both.”
“We love you,
too, sprout.” said Chief. “Now, is pale face slave bunkin’ it in with
heap big Injun Chief tonight?”
“I’d love to,
Chief, I’d be honored if you’d care to use me this evening.”
“I just might
take you up on that, little one, or maybe an eyeopener in the morning,
how about that?”
“Can I have
both, Sir?”
“You’re
incorrigible, kid, but I love you.” Chief grabbed and hugged Will.
“It’s getting late so I gotta’ get to bed. Don’t be too long.”
“I’ll be right
there, Chief, to take care of you.” Will took his
responsibilities toward his Master/bunkmate seriously.
Will started
going to the gym with the Dungeon Master and I. We started out about
thirty minutes earlier each morning to get everything in but it worked
out great. Will came along in his development faster than I did.
He has a true mesomorphic body and responds to exercise faster than
either the Dungeon Master or I. By the time he stood nude before the
family for his ceremony, he looked like a young God. Master Zack
loved Will’s butt plug and insisted he wear it when he wasn’t using
Will’s hole. Will didn’t get to wear it too much. Zack fucked
that kid almost on the hour. The whole household groaned for Will’s
poor asshole. Will never complained and gave his Master all he wanted
and more. He saw it as his duty to satisfy both these two Masters as
best he could. He did an excellent job with both.
The Dungeon
Master related to me that Chief, Master Jeb and him would hear the bed
springs going in their bedroom time after time for thirty to forty
minutes at a time. Will would come down to get his Master something
with a glazed look in his eye and the silliest grin on his face. Not
one of the three big men said a word but inside they were dying
of laughter. The Dungeon Master asked him once,
“Is everything
all right, Will?”
“Couldn’t be
better, Dungon Master,— thank you,— couldn’t be better.” He’d hugged
and kissed Big Jim and whispered, “Thanks, Master Jim.” Then smiled and
went back to his Master.
Master Zack
admonished Will to give Chief all of his little butt Chief needed. Will
obeyed his Master. Even after Will went to live with Master Zack, he
and Chief remained close for years, and they had to have each other
occasionally. Master Zack was all for it. After Will and Chief
had a couple sessions together he was always a better fuck for his
Master. Master Zack would purposely schedule a trip to visit Chief to
get them together. They developed a mystical bond and their need for
each other never diminished over the years. Chief always seemed to heal
Will’s heart when it became troubled and Will did the same for his
Indian Chief Master.
When Chief
returned to his tribe to be inducted as a Chief he had Will, Master
Zack, Cowboy, Dan Yates, the Dungeon Master, Master Earl and me as the
only white brothers to observe their rituals. For Will and Zack it
opened new doors of understanding towards all things of life and their
relationship with each other. They continued to grow and progress
deeper into the mystical bonds of Master and slave. Will brought out
the best in Master Zack and Zack brought out ever deeper needs in Will
to serve his Master’s every need. Zack took and implemented my
plea for consideration to insist his slave do minor chores for him. As
mundane as they sometimes seemed, those simple task sat up a ritual, an
every day bonding that became the glue of their relationship.
Sarge and Titus
approached Zack a week before Will was to be transferred to his new
Master and requested to buy Button. They offered Zack far more than he
considered asking. They settled on paying Will’s maintenance and
training bill which came to about Six Hundred dollars. Button couldn’t
have been happier with his two new Masters and was also happy for
Master Zack. He knew Zack would be happier with Will. Master Zack
and Will started out alone, together with a new slate as Master and
slave. The family didn’t see them for almost three months after they
first got together.
They kept in
touch, but they couldn’t get out of the dungeon long enough to keep any
social engagements. Finally they gave a weekender party that was the
party to end all parties. Anyone and everyone of the family came. It
was the event of the season. Everyone in the family was wowed at the
changes in Zack and Will. Zack had become more self assured, laid
back, confident in himself and his new slave. Zack gave the
aura of a strong, proud, successful man deeply in love. Will
blossomed under Zack’s training, was more sure of himself and
wallowed in his Master’s love and strict discipline of him. He
was always by his Master’s side should he want anything. The family
loved to be around them because they complimented each other's roles in
life to such a great and easy degree they were all profoundly
comfortable in their presence.
They were like
two souls who bonded as one. They were at peace with themselves, their
fellow man and the world. Will couldn’t do enough for his Master and
Zack returned Will’s doting with great affection. He never spoiled
Will, but he didn’t have to. His strict discipline and demanding
attitude spoiled Will in a way only a true slave may understand. Will
found his heaven on Earth in Master Zack. His unquenchable need
to serve was soaked up like a sponge by his Master, and given back to
Will with a great unspoken affection and his Master’s pride in owning
the best of slaves.
* * * * * * *
Button began to
blossom under Sarge and Titus. They both assumed roles as his
Masters. Sarge wanted it that way. He knew there might be a
possibility he would die before Titus and he wanted his devoted slave
to have a companion. Titus’s range and scope of the world, himself and
his place in it grew under Sarge. Because of Sarge demanding
personality Titus played a more active role in their sex. Titus
actually jumped the fence to becoming a top notch Master. By the time
Sarge passed away Button himself grew by leaps and bounds in his role
as a slave. Titus simply became his full time Master. Button never
questioned it. He loved Titus and served him well. Sarge was a
remarkable man. He took a totally different approach to his training of
Button than Zack did.
While Zack tried
to be empathetic and understanding of Button’s trauma from the past,
Sarge was having none of it. His attitude: what’s past is past. Your
life begins new with your two new Masters who will not baby you. You
will shape up. Sarge was gentle and understanding but rigid and
firm. He insisted Button learn to fuck him with large toys from
his collection. Button was shy at first but after weeks of
Sarge’s constant haranguing learned to slam those suckers in Sarge’s
butt to where Sarge would almost cry ‘Uncle’ a few times. It began to
give Button a new self image to be able to bring this rough,
uncompromising, foul mouthed, big man comfort and relief by performing
well for him. He learned he could be more active than he previously
thought in his sex. Button slowly began to change.
He gained muscle
mass, learned to ride a bike, and began to walk with a swagger he
copied from Sarge and Titus. He took on a new persona of a bad
ass little slave-boy eunuch. He began to look like he should belong to
Sarge and Titus. Sarge’s constant bragging about Button and his
progress helped. It encouraged the kid to be what they needed and
wanted him to be. Button began to dwell more and more on having a
smooth crotch like Billy and Oscar’s whom he admired
tremendously. Sarge and Titus checked with Doctor Dan who did a
lot of research and agreed to do the surgery with Dr. Tagame’s
assistance at Doctor Dan’s clinic in Desert Hot Springs.
They didn’t
remove Button’s testicles. They were placed up in side of him and
surgical saran was installed to hold them in place. They removed the
excess sack, carefully stitched him up and used part of the sack they
removed to graft onto his front to make it totally smooth. It was a
marvel of modern surgery. Button, Sarge and Titus couldn’t have
been happier. He came for the
first time in his life. The doctors who removed his penis told him and
Zack he never would be able to climax. He was riding Titus when
suddenly this feeling came over him, he looked startled and almost
passed out. Titus grabbed him having no idea what was wrong until he
found slave-come around the base of his big cock.
Titus laughed as
he gently explain to Button he just ejaculated. He came! He
shot! How did it feel? Once Button got his breath he wanted
more of that feeling and insisted on riding Titus or Sarge or
both at least once a day to get off. Sarge had to start
regulating Button’s coming to use as a ‘ rewards’ for good behavior.
For some reason
Button gave up his fear of S&M, ‘Rites of Passage” sexual scenes
under Sarge and Titus. Sarge would make Button watch him work
Titus over with a whip and see the passion the two of them shared after
Sarge cut Titus free. He began to want what he saw Titus experience. He
began to ask Sarge for a ‘little.’ A little became more and more
until Button could take as much or more than Titus. He would beg
Sarge for more with tears in his eyes then go to Titus with the whip in
his mouth to beg him for more. They were good Masters and
observed limits even if he didn’t want to. Button became their pride
and joy. He performed the ritual greeting with both Sarge and
Titus and saw to their needs. He bathed and clothed both of them. Took
care of the house and most of the menial chores. Under Titus, he even
learned to do some cooking.
Master Zack
couldn’t have been more pleased with Button’s progress and was relieved
of guilt for having sold him. Button took on a whole new attitude
toward Zack of hero worship and devotion for having saved him from a
tragic life. He was ever grateful to Master Zack and came to love and
appreciate Will’s gifts like the rest of us. Button got really sick and
was running a high fever. The doctors couldn’t find the
cause. They had no idea what was wrong. In desperation Sarge
called Will and Josh who came immediately and healed Button.
Button owed Will and Josh his life. He loved them both
unquestioningly.
Button became
more than a slave to Sarge and Titus. He became a strengthening
bond between the two good looking men. He became their child. He
slept almost ever night between them. Occasionally he would be sent to
his own bed so his Masters could have a night to themselves. He
was wise enough to give them their space and never insisted on
intruding. He was included in everything they did. He went everywhere
with them. They were family within our family. The three of them were
loved by all and they were included in everything. Under Sarge and
Titus, Button grew up. He gained height and worked out with Titus to
develop an amazing body.
Will worked out
with the Dungeon Master all through his training and looked damn hot at
his ceremony in front of his family. There were more attend his
ceremony than mine. Even Doctor Dan and his slave were present. I spoke
on Will’s behalf. Master Jeb almost couldn’t get through his speech
recommending Will to the family. Chief broke up as well. The Dungeon
Master choked back considerable tears as he described little Lyle’s
miraculous healing and a couple other children Will and Josh brought
back from the brink of death. Again there was not a dry eye in the
house. Allen spoke for him and spoke with dignity and conviction
to recommend his brother slave. Master Josh gave the most moving speech
of the evening in which he claimed Will was responsible for awakening
his gift and teaching him how to use it. He felt Will contributed
to healing his own soul to become able to fully accept his true
place in the universe. Everyone was in tears at the strength of this
big man to speak so openly about himself and the young slave he was
recommending to the family.
Master Bull gave
a heart wrenching testimonial of love for Will, his talents and the
feelings he and his slave Charlie felt for him. And last, even though
he was not yet a member of the family, Doctor Dan gave an eloquent
speech about his observations of other healings Will and Josh
participated in he confirmed. Will was more highly recommend for
admission to the family than any slave in recalled memory. After his
slave ceremony and admission into the family Will was immediately
transferred as property to Master Zack, his beloved new Master. Wes
couldn’t have made a better match.
Part V ~ A Line
In The Sand
When I removed
Will’s robe in front of his family there were audible gasps that ran
through the crowd. Bull went ape shit, started applauding, calling
Will’s name and he and Charlie began yelling,
“Way to go,
Will,— looking good, Son!” The rest of the audience followed suit
with much applauding, whistling and stamping of feet. Will stood proud
in front of the family who took him to their hearts. If only that
pretentious queen, Brad, could see him now. But alas, poor Brad
was doing five to ten for attempted murder in Solidad. We referred to
him as “Solidad Sue.” He got out after a year on probation for good
behavior. He’d been raped so many times in prison he became a hard core
bottom. He was now having to deal with the uncaring, self centered,
bastards who claimed to be a Master because they wore a little leather
and rode a bike to the gay bars. That was Brad’s fate. He deserved
it. He didn’t have a clue. The last week
went by for me so quickly, it seemed like I turned around twice and
Friday morning was there. In the last two weeks I went to dinner with
six Masters who felt like they might be interested in bidding on me.
Two were fine, good looking men. The other four were nice
men but ones I hoped wouldn’t win the bid. Not to be unkind I hoped
they wouldn’t bid on me at all.
I would rather
be the Captain’s slave than theirs. Although, as a slave I should not
express preferences, but as a human being it’s difficult not to. The
Captain called me twice that last week. Once to inquire about how I was
doing and if I might have changed my mind about wanting to become his
slave? I told him I loved him, I would always love him, but my
heart was here with my family and two Masters.
The second time
he called he was somewhat upset because he was visited by a small
bluish ball of light that spun around his head three times and bussed
him on the cheek. Later that night he had a vivid dream that this
young, short, good looking buffed out young man with a cunt came to him
and told him he must buy me. He even had sex with him. The Captain said
he woke up and his bed had come all over it. What? Wes?
What was he doing? Had he betrayed his Master and me? What was
going on? I didn’t tell the Captain it was a perfect description of
Wes. I didn’t want him to correlate the two. I didn’t know whether to
say anything to my two Masters or not.
Master Earl put
so much faith in Wes, to have this information might destroy him;
especially, if the Captain won the bid. I couldn’t do that to
him. If Wes was being deceitful then I would be the only one to know. I
decided there were two men I could talk to, Chief and Master Jeb. They
would die with my dilemma if sworn to secrecy. I got them together as
unnoticed by the Dungeon Master as possible and told them of the phone
call from the Captain. They were both dumbfounded. Chief, my hero, my
savior, came to the rescue with a weird but believable idea. He
proposed perhaps Wes wanted me to be the Captain’s slave for a brief
period of time for some greater purpose, and I would eventually fall
back to the family. That needed to be included in the Captain’s
contract before the family would release me to him if he won the bid.
They would not allow me to go to another family if something should
happen to him.
That explanation
sounded reasonable to Master Jeb and I, but I all ready waited so long
to belong to Master Earl it was upsetting to me. Chief said in that
light maybe it should be shared with my two Masters. I couldn’t tell
them. I asked Chief if he would tell Master Earl and Master Jeb tell
the Dungeon Master. I couldn’t and wouldn’t discuss it with either of
them, unless directly ordered to, I was so distraught. It seemed
my worst fears were coming true. That sort of shit always happened to
me all my life. I was so Goddamned sick of not getting my piece of the
pie. I worked hard, trying to be good, doing for others, to live a
selfless life only to be denied time and time again.
Calm down Beau,
you’re all right. You’re bigger than that. I couldn’t even go there in
my mind. I was tired of being big. This was the time I had to dig down
in my gut to remember those early days of thinking about becoming a
slave. Accepting the fact that this could possibly happen, and yet, I
wanted to go through with it. You’re now a slave, Beau, deal with it.
Fuck it! I didn’t want to deal with it! You have no choice
in the matter so all your fussing isn’t going to make one damn bit of
difference to these men out there whether they love you or not. You
wanted this, so relax, accept your role as a slave, learn to think like
a slave and not expect so much. Nothings changed in your life.
They told my two
Masters and all was quiet from both of them. The Dungeon Master knew I
was suffering but never said a word. Will was not told. I stayed with
my Master Thursday night and he never mentioned it; although, I knew
Chief sat down with him the night before to discuss it. My Master held
me in his arms and the only mention was to tell me he still had faith
in Wes. He would not let us down. I restrained myself but every fiber
in my body wanted to yell at him,
“Are you crazy,
Master! He betrayed us!” but I didn’t. I had another vivid dream
that night. Wes appeared and I was furious at him for betraying his
Master and me; more so for having betrayed our Master. He showed
me a ceremony in which he gave me to Master Earl for his slave for
life. I wasn’t buying it. There was the Captain who was also in
the dream, and he kept pulling me away from Master Earl. Then
Master Jim came into the dream and ripped off the Captains Mask, they
embraced, and I saw his face. I knew him! I HAD seen his face
before! I knew it! I did love him before, but where; when?
Was I really sure? Was my mind playing tricks on me in my
anguish? I felt so betrayed! I was too angry to see the rest of
the dream. I wouldn’t allow myself to look. Wes knew I was angry
and hurting. He tried to project comforting feelings toward me,
but I was having none of it. I didn’t want him invading my thoughts,
body, or mind anymore. I began to wonder which side he was
working for? I yelled at him in my mind to leave me alone! He was
a traitor! Not only to me, but his good Master.
All bids had to
be in by Friday evening by six; no exceptions. The results wouldn’t be
announced until nine o’clock that evening. The earliest bid arrived at
nine in the morning and went into a locked box that wouldn’t be opened
until after six. The last bid to arrive was the Captain’s delivered by
the Captain’s chauffeur. The Captain drove up with him and his slave X
but would not appear until the results were announce in the auditorium
at nine. Surprisingly, there were eight bids. Master Earl had no
qualms about asking how much he should bid and the highest price ever
paid for a slave under Master Jeb training. Master Jeb told him that
the highest price he’d ever gotten for a slave was twenty-five hundred.
He suggested that Master Earl bid three thousand to be safe. The
Dungeon Master and Master Earl got their heads together and I thought I
saw a check, bank draft or cash changing hands between them but I
couldn’t be sure. I didn’t want to know. Master Jeb was to handle
the opening of the bids and Chief was to assist him.
They needed one
other and asked Doctor Dan if he would witness the bids so it was fair
to all. After six, the three men went into Master Jeb’s office
and closed the door. Each envelope had the name of the bidding
Master on the outside. Master Jeb suggested he open the other six
first, Master Earl’s and the Captain’s last. He opened each one
carefully and read the contents of the bid and noted whether it had a
check, bank draft or cash. Chief carefully recorded each results with
the amount by the side. The first six were in the hundreds. Except one
was for fifteen hundred.
The next bid
Master Jeb opened was Master Earl’s and it was for five thousand. He
seemed surprised as well as pleased that it was such a strong bid and
included a bank draft. Spirits were high that, perhaps, Master Earl won
the bid. Master Jeb opened the Captain’s last. In it was a letter
of bid and an envelope containing cash. The bid was for one thousand
dollars over your highest bid. In the envelope were ten, one thousand
dollar bills. The Captain won the bid at six thousand dollars.
The three men were stunned. They couldn’t speak to each other.
They didn’t know what to do. They sat there looking at one
another. Doctor Dan finally broke the stunned silence.
“There’s nothing
you can do, gentlemen. You opened the bidding and allowed this man to
participate. There was no limits set. He has the right to make as high
a bid as he wants. He was cleaver. His bid is for one thousand over the
next highest bid. He won the bid. Beau belongs to him.”
They agreed no
one would be told the outcome until nine o’clock.
A family, two
fine men and a slave’s dream shattered. I was now to become the
property of an outsider. The reality of slavery, consensual or not. It
was not meant to happen this way, how could this have happened? How do
you undo love? Our slave to another? The un-thought of had
occurred. Chief consoled him while Jeb wept quietly.
End Chapter 29 ~
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