And would it
have been worth it, after all, After the cups,
the marmalade, the tea, Among the
porcelain, among some talk
of you and me, Would it have
been worth while, To have bitten
off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed
the universe into a ball, To roll it
toward some overwhelming question, To say: "I am
Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to
tell you all, I shall tell you all"-- If one, settling
a pillow by her head, Should say:
"That is not what I meant at all; That is not it,
at all." The love song of
J. Alfred Prufrock ~ T. S Eliot
Part I~ Through The Looking Glass
By four
thirty
in the afternoon family began to arrive at the mountain in droves. Not
just one or two here and there. A steady stream of Harleys, campers,
and pickemuptrucks began parking in the lot next door. I was
stunned. No one was invited. The results of the bidding was to be
announced among the Masters who made bids; however, these wonderful
people, the love’s of my life, my family, came from far and near to add
their support and celebration for me and my two Masters. Every boot I
knelt to kiss I left behind my tears of love and gratitude. Every
slave I hugged held me in their arms and cried with me. It was one of
the greatest gestures of love I ever experienced. Master Sam and Yoshie
with Breed and Master Josh arm in arm.
I didn’t think
my heart was going to hold up, it was so fat with love. My two Masters
were equally as moved. They had tears in their eyes as they hugged and
kissed their clansmen. They really lost it when the father of the Clan
Mc Innis came to give his support. Big Beryl hugged and kissed each of
them like they were his favored sons. Everyone was concerned but said
not a discouraging word. The final head count came close three hundred
people.
The last to
arrive was the Captain and his crew. His Dungeon Master, and
Frank the driver of the limo remained in the limo. The Captain wore the
finest expensive, handmade, heavy leathers. His cod piece pants were of
the heaviest leather. He wore a beautifully tailor-made leather shirt
with a leather four in hand tie. He wore a wide band ‘Sam Brown’
leather belt that crossed his massively developed chest to accentuate
his pectoral muscles. He, of course, was wearing his hood. I went to
him and knelt in front of him to welcome him. I kissed each of
his beautiful high top boots and found his hand waiting. I kissed
it lovingly and placed it to my forehead.
“Rise, good
slave, and show this Master love.” I arose to his waiting arms, we
hugged and kissed. “I couldn’t let you get away, Son, I apologize in
advance.”
The Captain was
introduce to all and everyone was cordial but reserved. Master Sam,
Yoshie, Billy, Oscar and Master Bert came to him to exchange rituals
and hugs. He was an impressive man and even though many thought of him
as “the enemy” they couldn’t help admire him. He carried himself with
ease and unquestioned dignity.
Everyone entered
the auditorium except me and Chief. Master Jeb couldn’t make the
announcement and sat in a chair in the rear of the auditorium. He
feigned not feeling well enough even though he was almost back to his
healthy self. Poor Chief had to make the announcement and presentation.
Suddenly, all Hell broke loose in front of the house as five catering
trucks pulled up and started setting up tables of food, booze, and tubs
of beer. Where did they come from? The Captain stood and
spoke.
“No matter
the outcome of the bidding, I took the liberty of catering this
occasion. Afterwards,— please help yourself. If another
Master wins then I’ll drink to their health and if I should win I hope
they’ll join me in a drink.”
The Captain’s
generosity impressed the shit out of most of the family including my
two Masters. There was a cargo of food, goodies of all sorts and
varieties the caterers were spreading out. Hot foods, cold foods,
enough for two armies. It must have cost the Captain a bundle. It
was a smart move on his part though. How could the family hate him if
he was offering to entertain them royally?
Finally the
moment came and my heart was filled with dread. Chief led me to
the stage and took the microphone. I was to be presented to my
new owner as a slave unadorned with clothing. I was completely
nude except for my butt plug. Chief looked me in the eyes and I
could see tears in his as he took my leash, turned and slowly led me to
the stage. We walked onto the stage to applause and I stood
slightly behind Chief.
“May I have your
attention, please.” Chief spoke to the assembled crowd. “It’s nine
o’clock and time to announce the winner of the bidding for our beloved
brother and slave, Beau. The bidding didn’t go quite the way we
hoped; however, without further ado it is with mixed emotions I
announce Beau’s new owner to be Master Bear or the Captain as he is
also known.”
There was a few
“oohhs” and then silence. The reality of what happened began to
sink in. I was not to be Master Earl and my beloved Dungeon Master’s
slave. I was stunned and couldn’t move. I couldn’t even
look out to the assembled crowd. My heart was somewhere in my
stomach. This wasn’t the way it was suppose to be. How could this
have happened? The silence was broken by the Dungeon Master as he
started clapping and his brother, Master Earl, picked it up
right after him. Master Sam and Yoshie began clapping followed by
Master Bert and the two eunuchs until everyone was applauding politely.
There was a tear of sorrow for my two Masters in every eye.
The Captain came
to the stage to claim his new slave and I knelt before him. I
went through the ritual with tears of sorrow in my eyes but I
kissed him. He took me in his arms and kissed me like a husband would
kiss his beloved new bride. I tried to return his kiss, to show him my
love but my heart was breaking. I couldn’t finish the kiss, and I began
to cry in his arms. I was ashamed and embarrassed. I told myself
I wasn’t going to react this way if the bidding didn't go as planned. “Please, forgive
me, Master,— I’ll be a good slave to you, I promise. I’m ashamed
I may be embarrassing you by my lack of control. I’ll love you with all
my heart, I promise,— but please, give me a little time, Sir.
That’s all I ask, and you shall have all of me.”
“I know I will,
Beau. I don’t expect you to come to me without some remorse. It’s
only natural. It will pass and you will come to love me in time.
When you came to visit you seemed to be so sure you knew me; although,
we’ve never met nor loved each other as you thought. I have the
envelope in my pocket you wrote a name on you said I could open
tonight. How sure are you the name is correct?”
“Very sure,
Master. I’d stake my life on it. Wes showed you to me
numerous times in a secret place we’d go; an altered consciousness. I
can still go there and he’ll come to me. The first night I was with
Master Earl, Wes brought me to your bed. You held me in your arms,
comforted me, and made love to me. Do you recall a vivid dream
about four months ago in which you held a lost, scared young man Wes
brought to you for comfort.” Tears came to his beautiful eyes and
he gently put his hands to my face.
“My God, Beau,
that WAS you. Oh, my God, I do remember; it was you.” I held him as he
cried in my arms. “I have loved you before and you’ve held me in your
arms. You were right about all of it! I’d forgotten. I should have
remembered.” he cried.
“Maybe you
weren’t meant to remember ‘til now? I didn’t forget that feeling, your
person, your soul. You held me and comforted me when I needed someone
and was afraid. You made love to me. You soiled your bed
but it was me you were making love to. That’s part of my conundrum and
confusion. Why would you do something like this?” “It’s not the
way I would have chosen to do this; however, I thought you had more
faith in your brother Wes.”
“Master Earl
still has faith in Wes, even at this moment but I felt betrayed.
I’m sorry, Sir. Wes came to me afterward and tried to explain but I was
so hurt and confused, I told him to go away, I was having none of his
explanations, and never to bother me again. I think now I may have over
reacted and for that I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you think
he understands. Your reaction is understandable in light of these
perceived deceits. Anyone would’ve felt the same under similar
circumstances. I assumed you couldn’t know who I am? We went to great
lengths to protect my identity. My own brother doesn’t even
recognize me. Don’t you know I could never take you from this place or
these folks as my slave? You’re my kin as much as they are. I was
acting as a broker for someone else. It wasn’t my money that bought
you?” he said quietly.
“I know, it was
Wes.’” I confirmed, “He bought me for my Masters. You were his
instrument so he could surprise us all. Damn near stopped my heart, and
I know two men who are grieving their guts out. What happens now,
Master?”
“Don’t worry,
Beau, I’m about to take care of it. Let ‘em stew just a little
longer. I don’t like doing this to Earl but I’m having a ball
putting one over on my brother.”
No one in the
audience could figure out why we suddenly had to hold each other from
laughter. My Master’s couldn’t understand how my demeanor changed
a hundred and eighty degrees in minutes.
“I know why Wes
loved you so damn much and wanted to do this for you and Earl D. I also
know why my brother, Jim, loves you. You’re the little brother he
always wanted and never had. I think he’s finally growing up to
understand it's all in life he ever needed was to find someone to
relate to the little boy inside the giant man. He’s a smart
man. Glad to see my money on his education wasn’t totally wasted.
I certainly understand why my other brother, Earl, loves you and can
share you with his brother.”
He pulled me to
him and kissed me passionately. I didn’t hold back from him this time.
The weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. This time there
were tears of joy from my new Master and his slave. We held each other
and cried together. Maybe I was going to get my slice of the pie after
all and this big, lovable man and my little buddy just bought it for
me. The audience and my Masters were thoroughly confused; however, they
could feel a great tension lifted from us and responded to our kiss
with an “awwwh” and then applause. “I know they’re
all sitting on pins and needles wondering what the Hell we’re talking
about so before we have a riot on our hands it’s time to make a present
of you to your two Masters. Follow my lead, understand, slave?”
“I understand,
Sir, and, Master Walker?”
“Yes, slave?”
“I loved you
then, I fell more in love with you in the desert and I love you even
more now. Thank you, Sir.”
“I believe you,
Son. My household staff and Stable Master fell in love with you last
weekend. We didn’t lie to you about the Stable Master. His
name really is Noel spelled backwards and my Dungeon Master is named X
because he’s my beloved slave, Xander. You captured all our hearts and
under other circumstances I would’ve made you mine. I fell in love with
you, too. Okay, Son, let’s have some fun with this since we’re in
control here. Go along with me. I know you can and we’ll make
your wish for a miracle come true. Are you my good slave?
You with me, cowboy?” He winked at me. I smiled a wicked
smile.
“Your faithful,
humble and loving slave’s got your back, Sir. Go for it!”
My new Master,
the Captain, Walker Johnson, ordered me to parade rest and dropped my
leash in front of me.
“Kneel before
your family, slave.” He spoke into the microphone. “Will
Master Earl and your Dungeon Master please come to the stage.”
The Dungeon
Master and my Master looked at each other with surprise. Big Jim looked
at his brother, Earl, with his mouth open and shrugged.
They came to the stage with Master Earl leading the way. They
came and stood directly behind me.
“Gentlemen,
Ladies, Masters, slaves and guest. It is with great honor I
accept this young man as my slave. I realize it’s a big
disappointment to the two fine Masters standing here with me and my
slave. I know how great a disappointment it is to my handsome
slave because he told me of his love for his two Masters and sung their
praises. He could’ve been distant, surly, disagreeable or rude to try
to influence me not to bid on him, but that’s not the way this slave
was trained to be. He was trained by the best to be the best
slave he can be. He is a credit to the Masters who trained
him. He is a credit to himself. He gave his love unconditionally
even though he knew he may be placing himself in jeopardy of not
becoming the slave to the two men he loved most in the world.
I told him if he
could convince me he was truly in love with these two men I wouldn’t
bid on him. I’ll admit he left no doubt in my mind of his love
and devotion for his Masters. My weakness is a handsome, well
trained, selfless slave, and I couldn’t let him get away;
however, I pride myself on being a gambling man. When this handsome,
young slave came to visit he told me he thought he recognized me and
thought he knew me. He respectfully suggested I was not who I claimed
to be. He was sure of it, yet I never met him before. I told him
I would remember such a fine looking slave. He wasn’t rude but he was
firm in his conviction. I asked him to write the name of the man he
thought I might be on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope. He
did and we agreed if he was right I would grant him one wish. He
might have anything it was in my power to give him.
However, if he
was wrong, and didn’t guess my real name of
Rumpelstiltskin," the audience laughed, “he had to come with me
and be my loving and faithful slave.” Walker pulled the envelope
out of his leather jacket pocket.
“Here is the
envelope. Shall we see if our comely slave was correct?”
The crowd began
to see some glimmer of hope. Most knew of my limited psychic
abilities and were in agreement for him to open the envelope.
Master Walker tore open the envelope, blew into to open it, retrieved
the piece of paper and read the name I wrote to himself. The
crowd was silent as he leaned close to the microphone.
“Son of a bitch!
Your slave is correct! How in God’s name could he have
known?” The audience went nuts laughing and applauding.
There was now a little more than a glimmers of hope. They knew
all I had to do was have the Captain grant my wish to sell me to my
Masters.
“This is not a
set up folks this is for real. My Dungeon Master can attest to the
honesty of our wager.” The audience was still going nuts
applauding and stamping their feet for me. They knew as well as they
knew me what I would wish for. Walker raised his hand for silence.
“Before he tells
me his wish, if there was any doubt, he must help me remove my leather
hood. Come, slave, help your Master. The time for truth is
here. Undo my hood in the back, Son.”
I got up and
walked around behind Master Walker, unzipped his leather mask all the
way up the back and over the top. He turned around, faced me, my
two Masters and the audience. He slowly lifted the mask to reveal
one of the most handsome, mature men I’d ever seen. There were
audible ‘gasps,’many whispers, and chatter from the audience, to say
nothing of my two stunned Masters on the stage. Most of the
family recognized him immediately. Everyone began applauding and
fell out laughing because they knew and loved Walker Johnson.
They were also keenly aware of his sense of theatrics and humor.
“Most of you may
recognize me without my mask. I know my brother, Master Jeb
and Master Earl recognize me. Many of you have been guests in my home
in Glen Rose, Texas. Recently I gave up major ranching for other
financial pursuits and moved my base of operations to Twenty-nine
Palms. Besides, them damn Republicans are ruining the great state
of Texas. Why, I can remember the days when a damn Republican had
to be out of the state by sundown or run the risk of getting himself
shot.” A loud roar of laughter from the crowd. "Almost five years
ago my son was killed in a plane crash on his way home to visit his
grandparents and me from his Master in Los Angeles. His death generated
a letter from Master Jeb to me I would like my slave, Beau, to
read. You’ll understand why I can’t read it in a few
minutes. Walker smiled and handed me Wes’s letter. “My beloved,
Dad,” I began to read,
“If you’re
reading this then I’ve graduated from this life. I needed to write this
letter to you for several reasons. Most importantly to thank you
for being my dad and the unqualified, unconditional love you gave me
all these years. Secondly, to tell you of the men who have been
saviors in my life, and thirdly, to tell you of my wishes for the final
disposition of the funds I’ve been sending you all these years.
Dad, there have
been several saviors in my life. Men, who were more than mere
men, they were God’s angles sent to me to help, love and protect me. In
his infinite mercy God saw fit to send me an angel in the form of a
real father, a loving dad whom I could love in return and count on to
always be there. You were always there for me, Dad. I could
always count on you to be kind, strong, loving but most of all
understanding. That angel was you, Dad. You were the first
when you rescued me from the demon who spawned me. You saw the fear and
hurt in my eyes and took me to your heart. I was never so happy in my
life. I tried to make a good son, but I know I’ve had my bad times I’m
not proud of.
My second savior
was a man who rescued me from the very gates of Hell. I fell very much
in love with him while in Vietnam. He rescued me from a bamboo cage the
VC held me in for days. I was weak, sick, starved, afraid and
near death. If I hadn’t died in that cage they surely would have
killed me. That angel saved my life. I still love him today as I write
this. His name is Andrew Beauregard James, Jr. He has the soul of
a slave but the heart and spirit of a giant. He serves everyone and
asks little for himself. He deserves so much more. He never knew I
understood even though he gave to me by being a strong, dominant, and
protective sexual partner. It wasn’t in his heart to do so
naturally; however, he realized I needed him to be that for me and he
unselfishly made sure I got what I needed. Since Nam, to my
regret, we’ve lost touch.
My third and
fourth saviors, Master Jeb and your brother, my beloved uncle, Jim, two
more big, men-angels rescued me from a brothel in Tijuana where my
Master left me after selling me for twenty-five bucks. I was there for
eight months. I would have surely died there, if not for their
intervention. They saved my life, took me in as their own, nursed
my body and spirit and gave me hope. I’ve generated letters to them and
it’s my hope they will locate Beau and bring him to understand his true
nature. It’s also my hope he will enter slave training under
Master Jeb and Uncle Jim. If this occurs you will hear from
Billy, Oscar, Master Sam or my other dad, Big Gunn.
My fifth savior,
as you know, was my beloved Master, Master Earl. God has no
greater angels in heaven than my Master. He took me when I was a raw
slave out of training, shaped my ass up and forced me to live
again. Not only to live again, but to live with dignity,
trust, hope, joy, and love. There is no means to measure nor
words to tell you how much I love my Master. I know you understand, Dad.
It may take some
time but if there is any possible way, I will ask God to let me
get Beau and my Master together. They don’t know it yet but they were
meant for each other. If you receive word this has come to pass I have
left instructions for you to act as my representative. I want to buy
Beau for my Master and you must act as my physical person. I want it to
be a surprise so it may involve a certain amount of deception. I have
attached a list of small things I want money to be spent for but
whatever is left in the account is to be divided equally between five
people. You, Master Jeb, Master Jim, Master Earl and my slave brother,
Beau.
Dad, I loved you
from the moment I first laid eyes on you as a frightened, helpless,
lonely and defeated child. You were an angel standing before me. You’ve
never stopped being my angel. You took me into your arms and
heart and easily enfolded me within your wings of protection. I never
knew a day of fear with you. I learned to love and trust again
with you. You never took advantage of me and only encouraged me.
I love you, Dad, and I know it is with the love you have for me you
will help me bring these things to pass. I will help from beyond
as much as God and his angels will let me. I have to make it to heaven,
Dad. I’ve had more than my share of angels in my life and it’s
the only way I have to repay them, show them my love and gratitude.
Most men don’t
get to choose their fathers and most fathers don’t get to pick their
sons. I sure got one Hell of a deal when God sent me you.
After all, how many sons have a real angel for a dad?
You loving Son,
Wesley
There wasn’t a
dry eye in the house and a stunned silence when I finished reading
Wes’s letter. Then once again someone started clapping and everyone
picked it up to an ovation for Walker. He raised his arms for
quite. He turned to me and spoke,
“Thanks, Son,
for reading the letter. You did fine and I appreciate it.”
He turned back to the audience, “Thank you all for listening and
indulging an old man who has tried to carry out his beloved son’s last
request.” Again the audience went nuts applauding, whistling and
stamping their feet. Walker moved to
Earl D. and offered his hand. My Master smiled a wry smile at Walker
and pulled him to him to give him a big hug knowing something unusual
was afoot. I could see Master Jeb smiling, beginning to understand a
miracle and perhaps his prayers were about to be answered. The parts of
the puzzle were beginning to come together to make sense. You
could almost see the picture. It was like the beginning of an
avalanche and the inevitable was coming faster and faster.
Walker held his
arms out to his brother who couldn’t resist hugging and kissing his
brother whom he hadn’t seen in sometime. It was a poignant moment and a
hush fell over the assembled. Master Walker moved back to the
microphone.
“Now,— I know
the law of our family says a slave cannot be given or transferred to
another Master within the first ninety days of possession; however,
they may be sold. So I ask you, Master Earl, do you have a dollar
on you, Son?” Walker smiled and winked at my Master. Earl
D. handed him a dollar bill.
“Rise
slave!” I rose.
“Kneel before
your new Masters and show them homage and respect.” He handed my leash
to Master Earl who gratefully took it, shook Walker’s hand, pulled
Walker into an embrace and kissed him with all the love in his
heart. The applause of the audience, yelling, whistling and
stomping their boots was deafening. They were going banana’s as they
all rushed to the foot of the stage. I went though the ritual with
Master Earl. He handed my leash to my other Master. I knelt in front of
him, repeated the ritual and found myself in his big arms hugging and
kissing him. I was never more happy and proud in my life.
I now belonged
to two of the best men in the world. I was finally home. I reached my
destination. I was now owned by two men whom I loved most. Poor
Wes! I did him a great injustice. I lost trust in him. How
could I ever ask his forgiveness? He came through for us after
all and I allowed my fear to see only what I wanted to see. He tried to
show me in my dream it was Walker. He tried to explain his
actions, but I was too distraught to make the connection. I would
have none of it.
The person who
held firm until the end and never wavered in his trust for his slave
was my Master, our Master. Can I become good enough for him to one day
trust me that much? I can only hope. Walker took the microphone again
and called for quiet for another announcement.
“Everyone,— this
party has been paid for by funds from my son’s account and there is to
be a celebration at my new home in Twenty-nine Palms beginning next
Friday afternoon and lasting until Sunday evening. You’re
all invited. There’s room for all. My slave will give everyone an
invitation with a map to our place. Everyone is welcome. Next weekend
is for Master Earl, my brother, Big Jim, your Dungeon Master and their
handsome new slave, Beau. Come help us celebrate.” Everyone
cheered.
People began to
shake his hand with enthusiasm. In ten minutes Walker went from “The
Enemy” to “Supreme Hero.”
The party had
just begun. People were eating and drinking. Either Master Earl or the
Dungeon Master held my leash at all times during the evening. Neither
wanted to let go. They almost lost me and they were psyched to making
sure they didn’t loose me again that evening. I knew their
apprehensions would soon subside but I was enjoying their attention and
affections.
Noel or Leon
came to talk with me and the Dungeon Master. Big Jim and Master
Earl shook his hand, hugged and kissed Leon. They knew him well.
“You must
believe me, Beau, I’ve worked for Walker for years and didn’t want to
participate in this deception. However, I knew and loved Wes and
Cowboy very much. I still do. When I saw you that first
evening my heart melted down into my boots, and I had to go along with
them. That’s why I was so quiet. I was afraid I was going
to say something to spill the beans. I've loved Walker for years but I
love him even more for seeing this thing through for his son. I suppose
in some ways it’s the greatest gift one human can give another, the
gift of love. He certainly loves you. He loved his son. He
has given you to those you love and who love you. I hope you don’t hold
a grudge in your heart against him or the rest of us for deceiving you.”
“Leon, as full
as my heart is at this moment, I couldn’t harbor a grudge against
anyone, especially my Master’s brother and three men I fell in love
with last weekend. Master Earl is off signing papers with Walker
for a quit claim deed and bill of sale of one dollar for me. Truth is,
Wes paid six thousand dollars for me to be a gift to my Masters. He
made it up to Master Jeb for losing money when he saw to it Wes became
Master Earl’s slave. There were several higher bids for Wes than Master
Earl’s. It was the only time Master Jeb did anything like that,
but Wes was a special circumstance and desperately needed the right
Master. That was Master Earl. Master Jeb knew what he was doing
and now he’s been repaid ten fold by Wes. By the way Dungeon
Master, I get twenty five percent of that. Damn, that’s fifteen hundred
bucks. Wes accomplished what he sat out to achieve. Tell me, Leon, did
the Captain give you your deed of trust to the five acres?”
“He did, indeed,
Beau. The next night he brought it to me at the stable. We rode out to
the cabin, I fixed us another couple of steaks, he spent the night, we
made love, and we rode back the next morning. I owe the man a great
deal and I love him very much. He all ready is a member of your family
and I want to join. The bash next weekend at his place will also be
paid for by Wes as one of his request. We hope you’ll all come. It’s
for you and your Masters, Beau.”
“It will be up
to my Masters, Leon, but it sounds good to me. I may or may not have a
vote. I won’t push.” I looked at the Dungeon Master who had been
sitting looking at me with wonder in his eyes all evening. He just
smiled.
“We’ll be there,
Leon. He’s my brother after all. I haven’t seen nor heard from
him in five years. The family told me he was on the road and
didn’t know when to expect him back. He put me through college. I owe
him my forgiveness. Actually, what is there to forgive, he
accomplished what he sat out to do and brought it off without a hitch.
I love my brother; although, he can sometimes be a mysterious old coot.”
“Who will you
finally belong to, Beau? Master Earl or both Masters?”
“Maybe my
Dungeon Master can answer that question for us? To be honest, I’m
not sure.”
“Beau will
belong to Master Earl. Beau will be his slave. There will be no sharing
of ownership for Beau’s sake. He will only have one owner, but
he’ll have two Masters. Master Earl and I have worked out an
arrangement for me to spend some quality time with him for which I’m
grateful. Earl D. didn’t have to so that. It was his idea. Earl’s
generosity of spirit brought this about. We’ve bonded as brothers and I
love Earl as much as my real brother. Beau knows to refer to us both as
his Masters when introducing or speaking of us. I don’t feel I’ve lost
the slave I fell in love with, I’ve gained a brother and his slave I
love more than life itself. What greater gift can there be?”
“That’s pretty
remarkable, Dungeon Master, does Beau know the particulars of your
agreement with Master Earl, Sir?”
“No, that’s
between my brother and me. Beau doesn’t need to know the details.
He’s a slave. We will soon began his personal training. He will be
treated more and more as a slave as we reign in on his discipline. He
doesn’t get to know everything his Master’s have in mind for him.”
“Why are you
getting an erection, Beau?” Leon smiled and asked.
“Because of what
my Master said about treating me more and more like a slave and not
needing to know everything they decide for me. It’s what I need, Leon.
It’s why I became a slave. I need to be owned and controlled by these
two good men. I need to be used by them, serve them and love them.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted from life with the exception of getting
back some appreciation for being a good slave. Neither have ever failed
to show me respect and appreciation.”
After a while
and numerous visits by other well wishers Master Earl returned with
Master Walker. Master Walker grabbed me and hugged me. I kissed
him and thanked him.
“You are,
officially, Master Earl’s property, slave. He owns you.” That was
music to my ears. I was wondering about Master Earl’s contract when he
spoke to me.
“The Dungeon
Master and I were so moved by Bull and Charlie’s bonding ceremony last
weekend we decided to do the same next weekend at Walker’s place. The
Dungeon Master will officiate while you and I bond in ceremony. You
will sign my contract at that time. You may say to me what words are in
your heart and I will do the same. Much like Bull and Charlie. We
thought you might enjoy that as well.” I agreed.
“Sir?” I asked
Master Walker, “There are no eunuchs are there?”
“No, Son, that
was a diversion to confuse you. Those are six empty apartments for use
by guest and your family when they come. Could you imagine me
with six eunuchs? I can barely keep Xander satisfied.”
“Then Xander
is,— ”
“My slave, Beau,
for twenty years. He’s a fine actor, don’t you agree?” Xander
stood behind his Master and shuffled his feet looking down at his boots.
“May I, Master?”
Big Jim knew instinctively what I wanted to do and dropped my leash. I
went to Xander and threw my arms around him, hugged him and kissed
him. He got a big smile on his face.
“You don’t hate
me, Beau?” he asked kind of sheepishly.
“On the
contrary, what I said to you in the limo that night, I meant. I
won’t take that back. I kind a’ liked Master X, I thought he was hot.”
He and I laughed together.
I later found
out, the story of Xander was true. The only part that wasn’t true
was Xander fell deeply in love with Walker and Walker loved him in
return. Xander was not a trained slave, but you’d never know it.
Walker was God to Xander and he never questioned any decision
Walker made; however, Xander fell in love with me on the way to
Twenty-nine Palms. He was worried his Master’s plans would drive
a wedge between Walker and his brother. Xander was sold to Walker as a
straight male slave and was trained to be Walker’s cock sucking, butt
fucked slave. Walker had quite a few Mafia connections but he was
not in the Mob nor participated in any of their dealings. He sometimes
fronted a business deal to made their money legitimate.
He made honest
money for them using their questionable funds. That isn’t
unusual. Bank of America did the same for the Giannini family for
years. Walker was scrupulously honest in all his business
dealings and there was never any question of him cheating them.
His books and records were always open to them and they paid him
handsomely for his services. They were extremely generous with Walker
and he made good legitimate money for them in return. He invested
Wes’s money in some of these ventures. From a base of one hundred
sixty thousand dollars he ran it up to over half a million.
That weekend at
his place he had all the records and deposits from Wes from day one if
anyone wanted to look at the books. Master Jeb perused them and
was satisfied they were correct and legit. Walker said he would
keep them for seven years if anyone ever wanted to look at them they
could with no questions asked. After deductions for my slave cost, the
catering, and the weekend at the Captains place he gave us each a
cashier’s check for one hundred twenty thousand dollars. We were all
speechless. I thought Master Jeb was going to faint. He could pay
off Mt. Washington and fix it up like he always wanted. I put
mine in my savings account Master Jeb and I opened together. I had a
hundred and seventy thousand dollars in that account.
Part II ~ The
Slave With Two Masters
That Sunday
night Master Earl and I said goodbye to the Dungeon Master, Master Jeb,
Chief, and Will. Master Walker and Xander were still there as
well. I loaded a small bag on the back of my Master’s Bike. The
rest of my stuff I’d get later in the week. I considered leaving
some things there. With the Dungeon Master as my second Master the
mountain would always be home to me. The Dungeon Master would be by
early in the morning to get me for gym. I would spend most of the
day with them and they’d drop me off in Silverlake before my Master was
due home. I insisted I be there when he came home from work everyday. I
knew having someone there waiting for him was important to him. I would
even leave the kitchen door open for him as he did for me so many times.
I cried to say
goodbye to Master Jeb, Chief, Will, and of course my giant. I was
leaving the only real home I’d ever known. A real home, as
unusual as it was, where I could feel safe and know one of my family
was going to be there at all times. There would always be someone to
welcome me home from an adventure.
I held and
kissed Master Walker and Xander. In a different context I knew they
were going to be a major part of my life. The Captain’s prophetic
words, if I believed in miracles and had faith, perhaps there was a way
all these men I loved could live in close proximity enjoying each
other, had come true.
My cowboy,
Leon, left earlier. He rode his beautiful Harley he told me
Cowboy bought for him for Christmas one year. He looked mean and
sexy on his bike. He had to get back to take care of the horses.
They didn’t understand parties. They had to eat and be taken care
of. Walker phoned Twenty-nine Palms and told Gwenn to go to the stables
Saturday night and care for the horses because Leon was staying over in
L.A. with him and Xander. I ran to the fridge, returned and
slipped a bright, red apple in his leather jacket pocket.
“For my buddy in
the second stall.” I told him with smile.
“See ya’ on down
the trail, Beau.” he choked back a tear.
“On down the
trail, Cowboy.” We kissed and he was gone down the hill.
Walker and
Xander were staying over on the mountain and returning to Twenty-nine
Palms the next morning. I waved to all as my Master and I headed
down the hill. How could I feel so wretchedly sad and have such a glad
heart at the same time? I was so relieved I was finally going
home with my Master. I worked so hard to become his slave. His
home was now my new home. We pulled into the carport, I opened his
garage and he drove the Harley in. We closed the door, locked it and
headed for the kitchen door.
“No, no,— you’re
coming home as my slave tonight,— front door.”
We went around
to the front door, he opened it, picked me up and carried me over the
threshold. What a diehard romantic, my Master is. That’s
why I love him. The sudden, unexpected, small acts of love he does to
let me know I’m special and important to him, endeared him to me. He
held me in his arms and kissed me after he kicked the door shut. He sat
me down and immediately snapped his fingers. I was at his boots in an
instant and this time the tears that spilled on his beautiful heavy
boots were mine and not Wes’s. They were the tears of a slave so
fucking glad to finally walk through the door into his Master’s world
and know he belonged.
I would no
longer have the carrot dangled in front of me to do better, to work
harder. The carrot was standing in front of me in the form of my
own personal leather God. My Hero! My owner! My beloved
Master! My new life! Was it all worth it? Bet your boots it was
worth it! He patiently allowed me to eat my fill of his boots because
he realized this moment I would remember the rest of my life. His
hand was patiently waiting for me. I kissed it with more love and
tenderness than I ever had to let him know how thrilled I was to at
last be his slave. I put it to my cheek first, then to my
forehead. He let me hold it there for several minutes and I was patient
with him drinking in this moment as well.
“Rise, my slave,
my companion, my joy, my love and show your Master how glad you are to
be his slave.”
I damn near
raped the poor man right there, just inside our home. There was a trail
of leather, levis, boots, helmets, gloves, from the front door all the
way to his bedroom. I never had my plug ripped out of my hole so
fast in my life as a slave. He took me so hard and so good I thought my
fucking ass would try to bite his damn dick off. It wanted
to. He was hot, primed and ready to take his new slave like a new
slave should be taken. Of course a good ride on a Harley, with your
butt fully plugged, will vibrate anyone’s prostate until you
almost shoot when you pull your dick out to piss. I have before
after a long ride; shot right while I was pissing.
He wanted this
fuck to be one I would remember. To my last breath, I will recall that
fuck. He seemed like he couldn’t slam enough of his cock into me fast
enough. It was like he was trying to crawl up inside my ass to make his
own room to accommodate his manhood. I met him slam for slam. I worked
my ass so hard that night when he shot in me, I began to vibrate all
over my body and it ignited him at the same frequency until we were
both in sync with our orgasms. We hit three right in a row at the same
time, draining us both. He collapsed and I was spent.
I awoke much
later with my Master breathing quietly, asleep on top of me with his
cock still up my ass. I didn’t wake him I just rolled him to his
side and pushed my ass down further on his dick to keep it warm during
the night. I pulled some cover over us and went back to sleep.
The alarm went off early the next morning and I felt him hard within
me. I urged him to use me. He ordered me not to come as he wanted
me to save it ‘til evening. He heard Chief brag about Will being ready
every evening when he got home to take his after work load. That really
turned my Master on and he insisted I be ready for him when he got home
this evening. He wanted me on his bed in the position, ready for
his hot Cop dick to empty his full days work load into his slave. He
didn’t have to beg.
That evening I
was primed, cleaned and ready. He had instructed me to leave my plug
out, he didn’t want to mess with it. I was on the edge of our big
bed in the position when my Master walked in, in full uniform from his
day’s work. Damn, he was hot! I knew why Allen wanted to play
“speeding ticket or blow job” with him in his uniform. He unbuckled his
helmet and threw it aside. He still was wearing his intimidating sun
glasses as he walked over to me and unzipped his heavy cloth uniform
pants. He reached in with his gloved hand and brought out his beautiful
dick, fully erect from the anticipation of diving into his slave. He
positioned the big head at my rosebud, leaned over me and Officer Earl
D. Shaw was home; ready to unload a day’s worth of pent up frustrations
into his slave’s ass.
No rough stuff
this fuck. It was one of the sweetest fucks he ever threw in me. He
threw a towel over my cock and told me to come in the towel to protect
his uniform. He fucked me until he started his flow then signaled
me to get mine. I think I filled that towel with my come. I was ready
and he was so hot fucking me in his uniform. He insisted we
repeat that scene every afternoon that week. He got no argument
from me. The next afternoon I wore a rubber with a reservoir tip to
catch my come so he didn’t have to worry about getting any on his
uniform. He thought that was a good and clever idea his slave
had. That first week was a blur of activity. Master Jeb gave half the
proceeds of my sale to Big Jim for his help in my training. He gave me
cash for my twenty-five percent. I got two cards, one for my Dungeon
Master and one for Chief. On Chief’s I wrote:
Dearest brother
and Master,
There’s no way I
can truly thank you for what you mean to me. I owe my life to you and a
large part of my happiness. This is, in no way, an attempt to repay a
greater debt I owe you. It represents money that was paid for me by my
Master’s previous slave and my love, Wes, to buy me as a slave for his
beloved Master. Somehow, it doesn’t seem right for me to benefit from
the sale of my person. Therefore, I’m sharing this with you and the
Dungeon Master for your role in my training. To say I’m grateful for
your unselfish time and help is not enough. Please accept this in
the spirit of love it is given and, please Master Redfeather, do
not speak to me of it. There’s no need for thanks. In my heart you’ve
earned every penny of this and more. (However, I will accept a big hug
and your best kiss as always.) I love you with all my heart, your
brother and slave, Beau.
I included five
brand new one hundred dollar bills and left the card with Will to give
Chief when he got home that evening but not until after he unloaded
into Will’s hot little ass. That became a ritual with them and
Will was a tiger at making sure all scheduling around chores and trips
to the market took into consideration that hour with his bunk mate
Master. We found his enthusiasm amusing but heart warming. I gave the
card to Will around noon on Wednesday and he took it up to Chief’s room
to put in his desk. The Dungeon Master decided, after an hour nap after
lunch, he wanted to use his slave. He didn’t want me to ride him.
He got on top of me on his big bed and fucked the living daylights out
of me. It was one of the only times I ever came twice during the same
fuck. He fucked my ass so hard and so good I thought the damn thing was
going to fall off. After I cleaned him and thanked him for the
wonderful fucking I gave him my card.
My Dearest
Dungeon Master,
I know Master
Jeb has compensated you for training me and this is not payment for
that or any of the hundreds of small things you have done for me over
the last four months. You not only have trained me and become my
Dungeon Master, you are one of my Masters; you are family. I don’t feel
right profiting from the sale of me as a slave. My profit is in being
sold to the wonderful man who now owns me and his bonded brother who
also shares me with my Master. I decided, with my Master’s permission,
to share my portion of the sale between you and Master Redfeather.
Please accept this in the spirit of gratitude it is given and don’t
thank me for it. No thanks is necessary. It is worth every penny
every time I stand in front of a mirror with my clothes off and ask,
“Who is that person looking back at me?” However, I will accept a hug
and a generous kiss as always. Your most humble and loving slave, Beau
In a separate
envelope I placed two brand new five hundred dollar bills. The big ox
cried. He abided by my wish not to thank me but my God, when he took me
in his arms and kissed me my well worn asshole suddenly was
miraculously healed. Wow! He never kissed me like that before.
The next day
Will and I went with him to the Ford dealership in Glendale and he
bought a brand new Ford Ranger 3/4 ton pickemuptruck. It was a
beautiful fucking truck with an interior like a car. The salesman was a
bit taken back when Big Jim counted out cash to the penny. He got
a better deal by paying cash or so we were told?
Will never
missed a day caring for Chief. We all found great joy and amusement at
his ferocity of purpose to serve Chief. He kept Chief’s room
immaculate. He washed, folded and put away Chief clothes. Chief
confided the kid looked after the smallest detail for him. Will
wouldn’t let Chief get into the shower alone. He was there to
bathe him and towel him dry afterward. Sometimes after a hard days
work Will would give him a rub down. Chief claimed Will’s
rubdowns were spiritual and healing. It did as much for his soul as his
tired body.
Will went
through Chief’s closet and spit shined every pair of Chief’s
boots. Even his dirty, old work boots. Will worked on them every
night until he had them to a point it didn’t take him long every
evening to have them cleaned, shined and ready for the next day's work.
When he was through with Chief’s closet he moved to the Dungeon
Master’s. When every boot in the Dungeon Master’s closet was cleaned
and spit shined he moved to Master Jeb’s closet and didn’t stop until
every pair of boots in the house was cleaned and spit shined. Sam took
one look at Chief’s boots and asked,
“Will?”
“Yes, Sir.”
replied Chief.
“Damn fine job!
The kid’s got talent! Send him over!” They laughed.
Dad Jake kidded
Chief mercilessly about his little ‘belly warmer’ slave boy; however,
when he saw how contented and happy Chief was, he was almost envious.
Chief was always bringing some trinket or thoughtful present home for
Will almost daily. He bought Will several more pair of ‘Tuff Nuts’ and
had the Dungeon Master and me pick them up for him. Will fell in love
with wearing overalls. He threw away his underwear and vowed never to
wear underwear again. It took too long to get it off when one of his
Masters needed him. Besides, everyone in the household loved to come up
behind Will and run their hands down the sides of his overalls and play
with his cock and balls. He would yell with delight and giggle
like a school boy. He didn’t want underwear to get in the way.
Even staid Master Jeb was caught a few times playing with the
‘household pet’ as we came to refer to Will.
Will was
constantly in one or the other’s lap being fondled and played with. He
was a love and brought more joy to Mt. Washington than any slave in
memory. When the time came for him to go with his Master there
were three sad, broken hearted men left behind. They adjusted but Will
was a regular visitor to the mountain and his Master was good to share
him with his family. Zack knew what close bonds the little man
was capable of forming. Will had Zack’s heart tied up and
lemniscated with the prettiest of ribbons.
Zack was a
handyman by trade. He took on some pretty ambitious
projects. He had his contractors license and was bonded.
Will wanted to work with his Master and slowly learned to use tools. He
quickly became expert enough Zack began to defer to Will on certain
projects Will was better at than Zack. Zack hated dry-walling. Will
made it his project to become an expert dry-waller. Will had a
natural mechanical aptitude which surprise everyone. He could fix
anything. Will got Big Dirk to teach him about maintenance on his bike
and his Master’s. He took over the care and maintenance of both bikes.
Dirk taught him how to tune them up, check timing and carburation of
the engine. Will got to be really good at it. So good, Dirk
offered him a job but Will wasn’t about to leave his Master’s side.
His Master
insisted Will expand his musical talents and time was set aside every
evening for Will to practice. His Master would practically chain
him to the piano for two hours every evening. Zack not only loved
to hear Will play he was so fucking proud when they went anywhere there
was a piano and Will wowed the crowd with his playing. For
Will, practicing had always been a chore and a bore. Somehow
under his Master’s orders to practice it took on a new importance and
he began to progress by leaps and bounds.
He gave several
recitals at the small theater house in Yucca Valley next to Joshua
Tree. The first recital was mostly family and friends. A critic
from the valley paper attended for a chuckle and walked away stunned.
He wrote such a glowing article about this talented young man
Zack cut it out and framed it. The second recital was standing room
only. The theater sold tickets and made more money on his recital
than they ever had for a single event. Walker bought a brand new Yamaha
nine foot concert grand Will loved to play and would entertain the
family regularly. Even though he played mostly classical music
they all were impressed with his flawless technique.
* * * * * * *
Will wanted to
grow a mustache and short beard. His Master loved him clean
shaven because Will had the face of an angel. Will was a
naturally handsome, masculine looking young man but he looked almost
ten years younger than he really was. Will thought people would
take him more seriously if he looked more mature. He felt a beard
and ‘stache would do that for him. His Master agreed with a
stipulation, that one month from the day he agreed to the mustache Will
would have to use his ‘stache to clean his Master’s asshole every
morning before they went off to work. Zack was joking hoping he might
change his mind. The thought of cleaning his Master’s ass every
morning sent Will into sexual fantasy orbit. Did his Master
really believe that was going to deter him from growing it? Will rubbed
Miracle Grow plant food on it regularly to get it to grow faster. His
Master forgot all about the agreement because he was joking. Will
didn’t forget.
He remembered
and insisted his Master live up to his end of the deal. So, every
morning Zack would drop his overalls and put his legs on his slave’s
shoulder while he cleaned him good with his tongue and ‘stache.
After a couple of months Zack noticed Will would excuse himself after
lunch, go to the restroom. He’d come back and his mustache would
be glistening with moisture. At first, Zack just thought Will was
washing his face but the rest of his face would be dry. Finally
Zack couldn’t stand it any longer and asked,
“Slave, why is
it,— everyday, after we have lunch you go to the restroom and
come back with your mustache wet.”
“Well, Sir!”
Will replied sheepishly, “I found, one day, when I washed my face the
moisture on my ‘stache made the smell of your ass on my ‘stache twice
as strong and I could work through the rest of the afternoon smelling
you. Keeps me old dick hard all afternoon, Master!"
Poor Will
thought he was going to have to call the paramedics his Master was
rolling on the floor with laughter. Tears were streaming down his
handsome face, but Will could see he was smiling so he couldn’t be in
pain. He clutched his gut he laughed so much.
“My wonderful
slave. I’ve been paid a lot of compliments in my life but never one as
dear to my heart as that one will be.”
He hugged and
kissed his slave right there at the truck stop café in front of
God and everyone. They all whistled and applauded. Zack pulled
away from his slave and looked at him.
“Damn, you’re
right it is stronger!” Then they both broke up. Zack told that story
over and over and each time he told it everyone in the family would
break up. Poor Will would sit there, grin and blush. He wasn’t
the least bit ashamed. He loved Zack with a passion no slave has ever
loved his Master. In all these years they’ve never had a cross word for
each other. Will fully accepts his Master’s word as final and
never challenges him. Bull asked Will in a loud, seemingly “put
out” gruff voice,
“You mean to
tell me ever' Goddamn time I’ve kissed you I’m getting a taste of your
Master’s asshole, slave?”
Will didn’t know
whether to shit or go blind. Bull could be pretty fucking intimidating.
Then Bull smiled.
“Com’mer, slave,
gimme’ some more. Hell,— you old man’s got a pretty sweet tasting
asshole. No wonder you wanna’ clean it ever’ morning. Fuck!
I’ll sub for you when you’re sick.” He hugged and kissed Will as
everyone laughed.
* * * * * * *
Friday afternoon
came and the entire family was headed to Twenty-nine Palms to Master
Walker and Xander’s. Master Walker will always be the Captain to me and
a lot of folks called him that. I wanted to get my ‘Beezer’ from Sam
and Yoshie to ride out with everyone but my Master said we didn’t have
time. I would ride buddy with him.
Dirk returned
Will’s bike to him in top condition and he was going to ride with us.
We were going by Master Zack’s in Joshua Tree to pick him and Button
up. Master Jeb wanted to ride, too, but wasn’t quite up to riding
his bike yet. So the Dungeon Master decided to take his new truck
for him and Jeb. I talked to my Master about taking some money out of
my savings to buy a new bike before I went back to work. I loved
Master Wolf’s and Chief’s new Harley Superglides. I really wanted
one. My Master said he would talk with my other Master over the weekend
and get back to me. For some reason I got the idea he wasn’t too keen
on the idea. I wasn’t going to question my Master’s
reasons. If he didn’t want me to have one so be it, end of
discussion. Barbara Beezer would have to do. Well, she’d
been faithful to me. It was only right I treated her with the same
respect.
We rode by
Joshua Tree, picked up Zack and Button and rode on from there.
Twenty-nine Palms is just down the road a piece from Joshua Tree,
about twenty miles or so. There were a few bikes all ready there
but when we arrived the entire household including the Captain and
Xander came out to greet us. My cowboy was there to shake Master
Earl’s hand and hug him. Then I went through the ritual greeting with
him and the Captain.
“I could get use
to slaves greeting me this way, Beau.” Leon told me as he hugged and
kissed me.
“Well, you
better, cowboy. You’re gonna’ be one of the finest Masters this
family has and we’re gonna’ find you a slave who’ll ride off into the
sunset with you, hand in hand.” He laughed.
Bull and Charlie
arrived and Charlie had a brand new Superglide like I wanted.
Bull just bought it for him as a birthday present. Charlie really
looked hot on it, too. He looked like the bike was made for him.
I hugged and kissed him and told him how happy I was for him. I
told him I was green with envy because I asked my Master if I could buy
one but he didn’t seem too keen on the idea. Everyone was complimenting
Charlie on his new bike and Bull was beaming with justifiable
pride. It only made me want one all the more.
* * * * * * *
The weekend was
like a dream. I stayed with my two Masters in one of the main
upstairs bedrooms. The room boasted a huge bed that would sleep
four comfortably. Walker had Xander have special sheets made for
it. It was a beautiful room. Our ceremony was to be Sunday
afternoon. Master Earl and I were going to stay Sunday night, the
Dungeon Master was going to drive Master Jeb back to the mountain, get
his bike and return. Big Jim, Master Earl, Will and I were going on a
bike trip to the Grand Canyon, then to Tucson to visit Dan Yates and
Cowboy. We were going on to Texas to visit my family, back
through Vegas and Reno and then return.
Saturday night
was wonderful. Everyone was in great spirits and Walker couldn’t
have been happier or a better host. Everything was catered under
Andre’s supervision of course. No one had to cook or do anything for
breakfast, lunch or dinner. There was anything anyone could want.
They’d cook it for you right there. There must have been three hundred
people attend.
Bull asked Will
to play for everyone. Will wanted to but said he hadn’t completed
learning the piece he was working on. Zack encouraged him.
He sat down and announced that he would play the first eighteen
variations on a Theme of Pagannini’s by Rockmaninoff. By the time he
got to the eighteenth variation there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. The
piece up to that point is one of technical fireworks, jumping all over
the keyboard and then one giant chord from the piano, a slow moving
ostinato base line, then the melody only a genius could write.
Emotional paydirt! It’s a melody of the heart and touches everyone who
hears it. Will played it with passion and taste not letting the
romanticism overshadow the innate beauty of the variation. The family
gave him a standing ovation. He was pleased. Zack could have burst from
pride, he was so in love with Will. Bull and Charlie were both in love
with Will. They thought the world of him and loved to sit and
talk with him by the hour. In their eyes, Will could do no wrong.
He had healed Charlie’s piercings just as he had mine.
My two Masters
and I sat in our room and talked about who we wanted to participate in
our ceremony. We wanted a number of Master’s to surround
us. The names we listed were: Master’s Beryl, Zack, Walker, Bull,
Sarge, Josh, Sam, Dirk, Bert, Jeb, Chief, Doc. Dan, Wolf, and Leon. We
included Dan Yates, Big Gunn, Master Ben and Master Harley Boone.
I
explained briefly what the ceremony involved to Leon and he wanted to
be a part of it. Master Earl and I had found a silver plate chalice in
a thrift store for a couple bucks for our ceremony. I
requested all Master’s participating, piss into small plastic
cups and Blaine carefully measured a half ounce of each one’s using a
shot glass. He emptied each into the chalice. That was to be presented
to me by my Master as a symbol of my homage, respect and bond to them
and acceptance of their protection of me and my Master.
The next morning
I was in the gym with my Dungeon Master, Will, Chief and Master Earl
working out heavily. I wanted my body to be pumped for the
ceremony. By lunch time we all were looking pumped. My two
Masters never looked better. Little Will was popping out all over
the place. Chief was having it harder. He was tall and lean and
while his muscles were solid and strong as a bull’s he didn’t show much
definition. Will told him he had definition where it counted. We all
laughed at his encouragement of his Master/bunkmate.
The ceremony was
scheduled for two o’clock. My Master lead me buy my leash the four
Master’s bought me when I was pierced. I requested he use
it. I was so proud of it and the effect it made on the crowd as
well. The Masters we chose were all ready standing in a circle. No
guest were allowed within the circle. The circle was made large
enough everyone could see with no problem.
My Master led me
into the center before a small table and three kneeling pads before the
table. The Dungeon Master would officiate and Master Beryl would
give us his blessing at the end.
“Masters,
slaves, family and friends. We have gathered here this afternoon
for a bonding ceremony and the signing of a contract between Master
Earl and his new slave, Beau. Most of you know our new slave goes
by a number of alias’: Bull Dog Butch, Little Beaver, and sometime just
plain “Love.” All three names he has more than earned. As for the
name Bull Dog Butch, I personally watched him beat the living
crap out of a pretentious leather fairy who called himself a Master
after he severely hurt our newest family member. Master Sam claims he
watched him do the same to another man who pushed him too far. He’s not
violent by nature. On the contrary, he will do anything to avoid a
confrontation, but he won’t back down from one either. He has the soul
of a natural slave and servant; yet, he has the heart of a lion.
Through the
generosity of my bonded brother I’ll be proud and honored to call him
my slave as well. Since Beau has become a slave to our family by
ceremony and is recognized as property we won’t ask if he goes into
slavery willingly as we did with Charlie. Beau is a recognized
slave, Charlie wasn’t. By God, and a beautiful ceremony,
and the love of a fine Master, he is now a good man’s slave,—
right Charlie?”
“You’ve never
been more right, Dungeon Master!” Charlie responded with his finger
pulling his nose ring in humor. The family laughed. Bull roared
with laughter.
“Therefore, do
you understand, slave Beau, that the contract you will be signing will
have no clauses to protect you from any modifications to your body your
Masters may wish to have done to you?”
“I understand
there are no clauses to protect me Dungeon Master. It is my wish to
sign my Master’s contract as presented to me.”
“Have you read
his contract?”
“I have, Dungeon
Master.”
“Has a third
party read it to you and discussed all ramifications and satisfied all
your questions?”
“It has, Dungeon
Master!”
“And who has
done this for you, slave?”
“My beloved
Master and previous owner, Master Jeb and my brother and Master, Chief.”
“Are his words
true, Master Jeb?”
“He speaks the
truth, Dungeon Master!” replied Master Jeb proudly.
“Chief?”
Big Jim asked him as well.
“Yes, Sir,
Dungeon Master.” Chief answered.
“Has any person
threatened, coerced, or black mailed you to take this action.”
“No, Dungeon
Master, it is my own decision.” I replied.
“Are you
comfortable with your decision? Do you have any fears or reservations
whatsoever?”
“I’m comfortable
with my decision, and I have no fears.”
“I’ll ask you
once more slave, do you understand the ramifications of Master Earl’s
contract and do you still wish to sign it?”
“I do and I do,
Dungeon Master.”
“Then the two of
you will come forward and sign the contract. I signed my name on
the line that said slave signature on three copies. I signed it
in a large flourish Andrew Beaureguard James Jr. My Master signed
under my name in equally large flourish, Earl D. Shaw. The three
witness we chose were Master Beryl, Master Jeb and Chief. They
all signed. My Master gently took my nose chain and led me back to the
kneeling pads.
“We will now
begin the bonding ceremony. This ceremony is patterned on Bull
and Charlie’s ceremony. We were all so wowed by theirs it will
probably become a welcome templet for many ceremonies to come.
Certain parts deserve repeating between any Master and slave. It
is said, the sincerest form of flattery is imitation. So, Bull
and Charlie this ceremony should only add to the validation of
yours.” The Dungeon Master picked up the chalice and held it up
to be seen by all.
“Our slave
requested that each Master in the ceremony contribute some of his
bodily fluids to this chalice as a symbol of his homage and respect for
all these men and their bond to him and his Masters. Stand slave!”
I stood and took
the chalice from the Dungeon Master and thanked him. I held it out and
above my head and turned three hundred and sixty degrees stopping
before each Master to nod. I then bowed to my Master and the Dungeon
Master and consumed the contents of the chalice in three gulps. I
handed the chalice back to the Dungeon Master and whispered,
“More, please.”
The Dungeon
Master started laughing and so did my Master.
“Some salves,—
!” The Dungeon Master spoke in mock disgust shaking his head. “Nothing
is sacred to them. He asked for more.”
The family broke
up and applauded. So did the sixteen Masters around us. My Master
ordered me to kneel again. The Dungeon Master wiped the
chalice clean with a damp cloth and filled it with wine from a
decanter. He handed Master Earl the same hunting knife Bull and Charlie
used in their Ceremony. My Master cut his right wrist and it began
bleeding. He ordered me to turn my head and he cut my right wrist
also. He handed the knife back to the Dungeon Master. The
Dungeon Master then took a three foot long cloth similar to the
one Bull and Charlie used and wrapped our clasped wrist three times and
then tied it on top in a square knot. We were bleeding into the cloth
pretty good. It was being stained all the way through. I looked
at my Master and smiled. He winked and smiled back.
“Slave Will,
front and center!” barked the Dungeon Master as he snapped his fingers
and pointed to the pad next to us. In a second Will was kneeling
beside us. The little man had tears in his eyes. The Dungeon
Master gave him the open Bible to hold for us.
“Slave Beau? Do
you have any words for your new Master? If so, speak them now.”
“Master Earl, I
bring to you the secrets of my soul, I humbly and respectfully lay them
at your boots as I enter your world as your property, your slave. I
would respectfully request, you guard them as your own, to understand
the foundations of my love. With you, I rest them,— there they
shall abide,— within your trust,— under your boot, for all eternity.
Please, Master, take this worthless shell, pour into it your wisdom and
demands to meet your needs. Let my will become your will. It is
with humility of heart and resignation of my soul I become your slave
to serve you willingly by day and comfort you by night. May God and his
angels guide me and help me to please you in all things. My hand upon
the Holy Bible I do so swear.”
“Master Earl, do
you have any words for your slave and if you do, please speak them now.”
“Good slave, you
have been sold to me in good faith by those who have rightfully claimed
to own you body and soul. You are now my personal property, my
chattel, my slave, as recognized by our family. I accept your words,
your life and your soul for mine and for my bonded brother. You will be
patiently molded, as we determine, to serve us. To serve us well
by day and comfort us by night. You no longer have needs. Your
only need will be to serve your Masters. You will serve both as we see
fit and open your heart to each to drink our fill of your love. Your
body will become a vessel for our pleasure. Unless, ill or indisposed,
you will never deny either Master. We accept the responsibility of
seeing to your needs. We will determine your needs and provide
for them accordingly. If we determine you have no need, our word will
not be challenged.
You will be
controlled and demanded of by two iron fists within soft leather
gloves. The gloves representing the deepest love of two good Masters.
Our hands upon the Holy Bible: I do so swear! Dungeon Master?” The
Dungeon Master placed his hand on the Bible covering ours and spoke.“I
do so swear!”
Big Jim took the
bible from Will and sent him away. The Dungeon Master held up the
chalice filled with wine and spoke.
“This chalice of
wine represents the blood of Jesus Christ and the blood of the two men
kneeling before me. All Masters will drink first and then the
slave. Master Beryl will finish the wine.”
He handed the
chalice to my Master who sipped of it. The Dungeon Master took it
to the first Master around us, Master Dirk, who sipped and so on until
all Masters in the circle had drunk. The Dungeon Master then sipped and
handed the chalice to me. I drank and handed it back to
him. There was a small amount left. I took a big mouthful
to save Master Beryl from having to get drunk.
“Now our revered
family leader, Master Beryl, head of the Clan Mc Innins will offer the
final blessing, Master Beryl,...”
The Dungeon
Master kneeled on the pad next to us and enfolded his huge arms around
us. My free hand was around his back and my Master’s free hand was
resting on my shoulder. He squeezed my shoulder as he sat his
hand upon it. I patted my giant as he joined us.
“These three men
are so dear to my heart that it’s difficult to determine where the love
for one ends and the other begins. When I first met this slave he
was with Jim and I naturally assumed Beau was his slave. When he
explained Beau was being trained and sold, hopefully to Earl, I felt
bad for Jim because I could see the love that passed between them.
However, we’ve known Earl D. Shaw for a number of years and loved him
equally and was glad for him. Now, to have these two wonderful
Masters bond as brothers and share this slave is more than I could have
wished for. The only comment I may have to the slave, who is my adopted
son, is,— you done hit the jackpot, Son,— to be loved by these two
men.” The audience applauded. He raised his hands over us and
began his blessing.
“May the peace
that surpasses all understanding, the goodness and love of our Heavenly
Father give you peace and abide in your hearts now and for
evermore. Amen!”
The crowed
followed with one massive, “Amen!” The Dungeon Master then
unwrapped our arms and Master Earl leaned forward to kissed me.
The Dungeon Master kissed his brother and then me. They both rose
leaving me kneeling. Master Earl spoke,
“Now you have
become our salve. Show homage and respect for your new Masters,
slave.”
I first kissed
Master Earl’s Boots and then the Dungeon Master’s. They each held their
hand down for me. I kissed the Dungeon Master’s first and then Master
Earl’s and put them both to my forehead. The Dungeon Master then
gave the final order.
“Rise new slave
and show your new owner and his brother your love.”
That’s all it
took to open my flood gates. I’ve never kissed and loved two big
men like that in my life. I was, now, in spirit and flesh their
property. They owned me body and soul. I was theirs. I
belonged. I was home. Everyone was hugging, kissing and wishing us
well. There wasn’t a dry eye among us. It was powerfully
emotional.
As people began
to settle down Blaine brought forward two gifts from me to my
Masters. Everyone watched in anticipation at what was in the two
same sized boxes. Master Earl opened his first and smiled as he
pulled out a beautiful eighteen foot ‘Black Snake’ bull whip. The
Dungeon Master received the same. They were thrilled and
wowed. Many jokes were made about my gifts and my motives.
I responded to each with enthusiasm and good humor.
Blaine handed me
two cards. One from each Master.
“Sorry slave, we
only got you cards for the occasion.” I assured them cards were
fine. I didn’t expect anything. I would treasure them.
I was instructed
to open the Dungeon Master’s first. On the front was a beautiful
photograph of a full dress Harley-Davidson. Inside there was half
of a picture of a Super Glide taped to the top of the card. It
read:
“Sorry slave, I
could only afford half. Love, your big blue ox.” I hugged and
kissed him assuring him that half a picture was fine. He
encouraged me to open Master Earl’s. The front of the card
had a picture of the same full dress Harley; however, when I opened the
card, at the top was the back half of the Superglide and under it was
written,
“Together, we
could afford the whole thing.” There was a key taped to the
card. I was stumped and stunned! Where? What?
Charlie came
forward and handed me the other key. The bike he rode up on was
my gift from my two Masters. I broke into tears again. Who
wouldn’t? Hell, this was too much. No wonder Master
Earl didn’t want me to get my BSA from Sam’s and we were about to take
a long trip. Hot Damn! A new bike! What a day! Not only had my dream
come true of becoming a slave to two of the best men on Earth, I had a
new bike!
It was still
early afternoon but Master Jeb wanted to get back so the Dungeon Master
could return in good time. Master Zack insisted Will go with
Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master to keep him company on the way
back. Big Jim seemed to appreciate that. We wished Master Jeb
goodbye and told him we would see him in a week or so. Everyone partied
hardy. It was one of the best bashes in memory. Just as the sun was
setting, the Dungeon Master and Will rode into the compound on the
Dungeon Master’s full dress hog. We welcomed them back.
Everyone made
use of the spas and said goodbye to all the family who were leaving.
Soon we were left with Master Earl, the Dungeon Master, Will, me, the
Captain, Xander and Leon. Leon joined us. When he dropped his towel for
the spa I thought Will was going to drown. To Leon’s amusement, Will
couldn’t stop staring.
“Will, it’s not
polite to stare at a Master.” I said in mock rebuke.
“Leave Will
alone!” barked the Dungeon Master, “Hell, I can’t take my fucking eyes
off of it,— why should Will?” We all fell out laughing and Leon
held out his arms for Will. He didn’t have to ask twice. I’ve
never seen a small man move that fast in my life and he was in Leon’s
lap.
“May I feel it,
Sir?” he asked shyly.
“Of course you
can, I didn’t offer you to come over here to bend your ear.” Boy
was that a truism. Will sat in Leon’s lap all evening whispering
and giggling back and forth. The big cowboy would play with him and
kiss him behind his ear. I was glad to see Leon was coming out of his
shell. Will later asked his Master/bunkmate Chief if he might stay the
night with the Stable Master. Chief asked Leon if it was all
right with him. Leon smiled and assured him it was fine. Chief
smiled and jokingly told Will there better be some left over for
him. We all laughed knowing Will was about to be fucked by the
“Mount Everest” of cocks. Good for them. It will give Leon a chance to
have a good little slave pleasure him. Let him see what he might have
for himself if he took a
slave.
That
night, I again slept between my two Masters. I serviced
Master Earl first as the Dungeon Master watched and cheered us on to
orgasm. Then I rode Babe to the barn as Master Earl cheered us
on. They were both hot. I had no idea either of my Masters could
be that foul mouthed and dirty. Did it for me!
“Dungeon
Master?” Master Earl asked Big Jim.
“Yes, Officer
Shaw?”
“Did that seem
sweeter to you than it ever has before with our slave?”
“Ten times
sweeter, Bro.”
“I fully agree.”
replied Master Earl
“And, why do you
think that is, Sir?” Big Jim asked.
“Because we own
his little ass, my brother.”
“Well, then bro,
since we own the whole damn pie, — help yourself,— take another
slice! Tear yourself off a big ole piece this time!”
“Thank you,
Dungeon Master. Kind of you to offer. I believe I will have
me another big ole piece. Feel free to plug the other hole, bro,
while I tear off my big ole piece. No sense it sittin’‘round doing
nothing when it could be pleasure’n its other Master.”
“Don’t mind if’n
I do, bro! Open you skull-pussy,— wide slave,—
Daddy’s movin’ in.” Both my holes
were smiling. After all, that’s what they’re for, my Master’s
pleasure and comfort. I unwittingly found the best of both
worlds. I was owned by a beauty and his wonderful brother, the
beast. I didn’t have to choose between them. I had the most
handsome, drop dead, good looking LAPD motorcycle officer for an
owner and Master. Big Jim, the Dungeon Master, my giant ox, my beast
was my other Master. They took great delight in sharing me with each
other in the same bed. I thought it was pretty hot myself. This was one
slave's tail that was happy at both ends; as both were stuffed more
regularly than Tiny Tim’s Christmas goose.
And, so,— the
two big men,— the beauty and the beast, fucked their slave happily ever
after.
THE END ~
“Now, wasn’t
that a great story about Uncle Beau and his two Masters?” Daddy Bull
asked, as he slowly closed the big book. Bull was the mean ass looking
one of little Bill’s dads, the one who wore a lot of leather and
stomped around the house in his big, black boots. The big, rough, mean
looking man leaned over, kissed the child gently on his forehead and
spoke softly in a gruff voice,
“Goddamn it!
I’ve read you three wonderful stories. I told you I loved you;—
now,— go,— the fuck,— to sleep! That’s an order, Son.” Bull said
more gently. Little Bill threw his tiny arms around the big man’s
neck, hugged and kissed him.
“I love you,
Daddy Bull! You tell the bestest stories!”
Bull drew
back and grimaced ominously at the boy but his big heart melted like a
cheap candle as ‘Whitey’ smiled at him with his killer blue eyes. Bull
growled like an animal, leaned over and kissed the boy one more time,
just to show the kid who was boss. He didn’t fool little Bill for a
minute. Little Bill knew who was boss. It was his dad who didn’t
wear clothes.
End of Chapter
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