The rest of the
trip to Reno went smoothly. Harley and Janice got a room next to
Beryl and Mutt’s at the Cactus Motel. It was a small motel where
Beryl knew the owners. Several other pair of bikers who Beryl
knew weren’t bad folks he invited to stay at the same motel. In
the group were the two leaders of the Hot Dawgs, Banger and
Rondo. They were nice men. They could sometimes be a bit
rough around the edges; however, most of the time their hearts were in
the right place, and they saw to their flock of bikers as concerned
thrilled to have someone he could talk with who wouldn’t shine him on
or make some lame excuse to try and get away from him because they
didn't want to look as his ugly face any more. Beryl included
Mutt in everything they did and Mutt got to spend more time with Harley
and Janice. It seemed more natural, somehow, to be a foursome
than a third wheel. After resting up, the next evening everyone
wanted to go gambling. Most disbursed to go their own way, but
the owners of the motel asked if they could tag along with Beryl, Mutt,
Harley, and Janice. Beryl decided they would gamble at the
Riviera. He led them into an underground parking facility he knew
about. Everyone was amazed when the attendant shook Big Beryl’s
hand, hugged him, and told him how good it was to see him again.
He said he would be glad to watch their bikes. Beryl tried to tip
the man, but he wouldn’t take it. He said something about it was
already taken care of. Beryl stuffed the tip in his shirt pocket
and hugged him.
“You and your
friends, go, enjoy yourselves," the attendant told them, "Your bikes
will be safe.” Beryl smiled and shook the man’s hand again. They
walked inside and stopped to marvel at it's opulence. Mutt
was never in such a fine place before. He was a bit intimidated,
but Beryl put his big arm around him and led the way. To be
honest, Harley and Janice felt a bit out of place; however, the two
owners of the motel Mr. Clark and his mate, John, were there many times
and several of the dealers waved as the six walked in.
Mr. Clark and
his mate wanted to play blackjack and sat at one of their favorite
dealer’s table. Beryl waved to them and headed for his favorite
roulette table. Harley and Janice wanted to play roulette as
well. Mutt never played roulette and stood by Big Beryl so he
could observe and have Beryl teach him how to play. Mutt was
sharp, and with Beryl’s and Harley’s help, it didn’t take him long to
figure it out. He didn’t have a lot of money to gamble but he
figured he could wager ten bucks. If he lost it he wouldn’t try
anymore. Surprisingly, maybe it was beginner's luck, he started
winning, and winning big. The four were playing, drinking and
having a good time when through the crowd came four large men being
lead by a fine looking man with blue eyes in full Arabian traditional
costume. They came directly to the table where Beryl and his friends
were playing. All play stopped and Mutt, Harley, and Janice’s
mouths dropped open as Big Beryl bowed deeply from the waist and spoke
to the handsome man, “Your Royal Highness, how good to see you again,
sir,” Beryl addressed him and bowed from the hip.
A big smile came
across the Arab man’s face, he went to Beryl, and took him in his
arms. He spoke to Big Beryl in a slow, soft, familiar tone of
voice. “Will you cut that shit out, you big son-of-a-bitch!” he
said, then threw back his handsome head and shared a good laugh with
Big Beryl. Then Beryl spoke personally to each of the Prince's
bodyguards, calling them each by name and shaking hands. They
smiled real big and bowed slightly to Beryl for remembering their names
and being gracious enough to acknowledge them. You could tell they were
pleased and liked the big man.
“Why the Hell
didn’t you let Harry or me know you were going to be in town. I
been in touch with Hudson and John. Oh, there they are,” he said
and waved across the room to Mr. Clark and his mate, John. "I
asked them if they'd heard from you. We haven't heard from
you in over a month. We were beginning to worry. I wouldn’t
be in costume this evening except I had an official dinner with some
heads of state who are staying here in Reno. You good folks
gonna’ be around for a while? I’ll go up and change,” the Arab
prince said and didn’t let Beryl go the whole time he was talking to
“To be honest,
your Highness, I hoped we might run into you. May I introduce my
companions to you. Prince Ben Faisel this is Mr. Harely Boone and
his lady Janice. And this fine young man is my traveling
companion we call Mutt,” Beryl said.
Faisel shook hands with each but lingered with Mutt. It made Mutt
feel a bit uneasy. He looked at Mutt like he wasn’t looking at
his face but into his eyes all the way to his soul. Mutt smiled
and blushed. “He is, indeed, a find young man, Master Beryl.
Those who have no souls cannot blush. Give me a few minutes and
I’ll return. May I join you?” the prince asked.
“You don’t have
to ask, your Highness, you know you’re welcome,” Big Beryl assured
him. The two men hugged, kissed, and the prince left to change
friends were silent for a minute and finally Harley spoke. “Son
of a bitch, Beryl, you never cease to amaze me. The number of
folks who know and love you is remarkable,” Harley said slapping Beryl
on the back. Janice was all giggles. Mutt was
dumbfounded. “How do you know the prince?” Harley asked, “I
heard rumors there was an Arabian Prince who stayed at the Riviera in
Vegas and Reno. Is he the prince, the one Cowboy saved his life?”
“That ‘ud be
him, Son. He’s a fine man and a good friend but listen carefully;
if he invites us to his private table to play and you find a stack of
chips in front of you, don’t refuse them. It would hurt his
feelings and would be an affront to his generosity. It’s his
habit to stake everyone gambling with him a thousand dollars, but he
also expects to you gamble with it and have a good time. What you
win is yours but don’t try to give any of it back. That would not be
good. It’s his gift, and you must accept it in the spirit it’s
given. Thank him graciously but most of all let him know you had
a good time and enjoyed his company,” Big Beryl explained.
and Mutt were stunned but didn’t say anything. After a while one
of the Arabian men returned in a suit and asked Beryl and his party to
follow him. He also gathered Mr.Clark and his mate to join
them. They were escorted to a private roulette table and there
stood Master Ben in his western clothes. Mutt thought he was
handsome in his Arabian costume but almost dropped his load seeing what
a good looking cowboy the prince made.
“Now that I’m in
Western clothes please call me Ben," he said to them, taking Hudson
Clark’s hand in his, “So glad you and John could join us Mr.
Clark.” Ben snapped his fingers and the pit boss set stacks of
chips out for everyone in the party. The group began to gamble
and have fun. Beryl explained to Mutt that his chips were in one
dollar denominations but he could play less amounts if he wished.
The minimum bet was a quarter. Mutt decided not to divide his and
play dollar chips. After all, it wasn't his money to begin with
and Beryl didn’t seem too interested in subdividing his. He
thought he’d follow the big man’s lead. He didn’t look at the man
he was told to refer to as Master Ben too much. He didn’t want to
appear rude but he watched him out of his peripheral vision.
Mutt began to
get nervous when he saw Master Ben looking at him, almost studying
him. He thought it was because of his ugly face and the man was
simply curious. He moved closer to Master Beryl to try and hide
himself. Beryl didn’t miss a thing. He could feel what the
boy was feeling. He wanted to comfort him but he knew Ben so
well, he knew Ben’s interest in Mutt was not because of his spoiled
looks. Ben genuinely saw something in Mutt only a few were
willing to look for. To make matters worse or better, depending,
Mutt began to win big. Every other chip he laid down was coming
up a thirty-six to one win; sometimes, two and three in a row.
“Young man?” the
handsome Arab addressed Mutt, “May I cover your bets?” he asked.
Master Ben. I’d be happy for you to. I only hope I can win
for both of us,” Mutt replied respectfully.
“Somehow, I have
no doubt you will,” replied the prince.
Harley asked. Mutt smiled and nodded. Beryl didn’t ask, he
knew he didn’t have to.
cleaning up. He lost some but the majority of his plays were
right on. Everyone at the table was winning heavily, especially
Master Ben. Master Ben began to bet large sums on Mutt’s calls
and was winning more and more. Big Beryl kept giggling to himself
and Mutt wondered why. Beryl would look up at Ben, wink at him,
and Beryl would go into hysterics. Everyone was having a great
time. Janice and Harley were winning more money than either had
seen in a long time. They played for several hours until everyone
was about played out. Mutt didn’t know for sure but thought he
might have tripled his original amount. He was thrilled.
walked around the table and put his hand out to shake Mutt’s. He
stood and looked in his eyes a long while before his spoke,
“Thank you, Mutt, for letting me cover your bets. It’s my custom
to tip or reward someone who has been so gracious to me. Here are
three of my chips to cash in with yours,” the prince said. Once
again Big Beryl was in hysterics and Mutt wondered why. Beryl
whispered something to Harley and Janice. They burst out laughing
but only after Harley called Beryl a liar.
“Thank you, sir,
but you really don’t...” Mutt caught Beryl’s eye and immediately got
the message, ‘Don’t refuse his generosity.’ “I greatly appreciate
it, sir. I’m glad to have been able to help you. I only
wish I might do more for you someday.” ‘Oh, my God!
Why did I say that to this handsome, generous man,’ Mutt thought to
himself, ‘When will you ever learn? You’re just setting yourself
up for rejection,’ he thought to himself.
can. I’d like to invite you folks for a drink in the bar as soon
as you cash in. I’d be honored and pleased if you would join me,”
Master Ben,” Big Beryl accepted for them, "we’ll be there as soon as we
finish." Then he grinned and winked again at the handsome Arab
man. Harley, Janice, Mr. Clark and his friend agreed.
let’s go get you cashed in and we’ll have a drink with Master Ben,”
Beryl said as he put his arm around Mutt and walked with him to the
cashier’s window, “Ju’ have a good time this evening, Son?” Beryl
having me a better time in a long while, Master Beryl. Thank you,
sir, for including me and letting me hang around with you. I
really appreciate it,” Mutt said.
“Ben asked me if
you and me, well, you know, if you're my slave or if we's knock’n
boots. I assured him we weren’t; not that it ain’t crossed my
mind, mind ju.’ I think he’s taken a shine to you, boy, and
'afore you go putting yourself down and think’n bad thoughts, just
remember what I told ju’ several days ago. Some folks are capable
of looking beyond your injuries and into your heart. Ben is one
of them men, but you’re about to find that out for yourself, here,
pretty damn quick,” Beryl said and smiled at the young man.
“What da’ ya’
mean, Master Beryl?” Mutt asked.
“Cash your chips
in, Son,” Beryl said patiently. Mutt handed the lady his chips
and pulled the three chips out of his shirt pocket Master Ben gave him.
“Ah, young man,
I see you were playing with the prince this evening. She looked
out at Beryl and grinned. She knew Beryl well and met him many
times in the company of the prince. “How would you like your
money; cash, cashier’s check, or would you like to open an account at
“I don’t know,
what should I do, Master Beryl?” Mutt asked his older partner for
“You gotta’ hold
of him, Mr. Beryl?” the little lady asked, chuckled, and winked at
“Yes, ma 'am,
Miz. Jane, go on ahead and tell him,” Beryl said as his firmly grabbed
Mutt under his arm to steady him.
“Son, each one
of these chips is worth ten thousand dollars. So total, with your
winnings, you have thirty-four thousand, six hundred and forty nine
dollars,” she said and smiled sweetly.
Mutt turned to
look at Beryl, and his knees went out from under him. Beryl was
prepared and laughed his ass off.
damn time, don’t it, Mr. Beryl?” she asked drolly.
“Yes, um, Miz.
Jane, sure does. Guess I should’ve prepared him, but I rather
like to see the surprise on their face,” Beryl replied with a grin.
Miz. Jane, you be just a' josh’n with me, right?” Mutt asked confused.
truth, Son,” the little lady spoke softly to Mutt, “Congratulations!”
ma'am... Master Beryl. I guess open me an account and let me have
a couple of thousand in cash. Is that all right?" Mutt asked.
“Sounds good to
me, Son,” she said and got busy taking care of business. After
she asked Mutt to sign for his account and gave him his cash, she
cashed out Beryl, and then Harley and Janice. Harley was all over
Mutt congratulating him and Ms. Janice gave him a big kiss. By
that time Mr. Clark and John came over to the window. They knew
the prince’s generosity and congratulated Mutt for his financial
windfall. He didn’t know what to think, but he never felt better
since he came back from Nam.
They returned to
the bar and were ushered by Master Ben’s men into a private area
reserved for VIP’s. It was a beautiful small room with a patio
and view. A perfect place for relaxing. Mutt was embarrassed
because of the amount of money the prince gave him; however, he held
his head up and followed Master Beryl’s sage advice. Mutt walked
up to Master Ben, offered his hand, and when Ben took it he spoke, “I
don’t have the words to tell you my appreciation, sir, but I hope the
words, thank you, will be a start until I can think of better,” Mutt
said quietly with respect.
“Those two words
are more than adequate, young man. I got a great deal of pleasure
from gambling with you and your friends, and by covering your bets, I
won a lot more. I always tip the man whose bets I cover. By
allowing me to share in your good fortune, I shared my good fortune
with you. Just enjoy and accept it in the spirit it’s given," Ben
Master Ben. It’s not often I find someone as gracious as
you. Most folks don’t even want me around,” Mutt said.
“That’s too bad,
Mutt. They miss an opportunity of knowing a gentle, caring soul
who would make any man a fine companion. I know Beryl and Harley
speak highly of you. I would like to get to know you better
myself. I didn’t share my winnings with you to make you feel
obligated, but if you find me to your liking would you consider
spending this evening with me in my suite? I understand from
Master Beryl you want to become a slave to some good man and my slaves
are away from me for some time. I would consider it an honor if
you would share my bed this evening as my slave,” Ben said.
Mutt was thrown
off guard by Master Ben’s openness and no games attitude as to what he
wanted. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Of course
he wanted to please this handsome, generous, good hearted man, but he
was concerned about his buddy. “I would like to serve you very
much, sir, but would it be wrong for me to ask my companion, Master
Beryl, for his permission?” Mutt respectfully asked.
“Not at all,
Mutt, in fact, it shows you have manners and a high regard for the big
man. He also happens to be one of my favorite people. He is
a treasure among men,” Ben replied.
Nothing more was
said then, but Mutt did manage to get Master Beryl off by himself for a
few minutes. “Master Beryl, Master Ben asked me to stay the night
with him; to be his slave for the evening. If I accept, would it
offend you or hurt your feelings, sir, or would you have need of me
this evening?” Mutt asked his friend with respect, seriousness,
“No, Son. He’s already ask my permission, but I’m flattered and
pleased you thought enough of me to ask. Makes an old man feel
important, and as far as having need of you, since you brought it up,
perhaps some evening soon, I just might have need of your
services. Maybe I should’ve asked sooner, but I didn’t want to
push,” Big Beryl quietly.
“I would be
honored and happy to serve you, Master Beryl, and thank you for
bringing me along this evening. It’s been a wonderful
experience,” Mutt said.
mine, Son. Watch’n your face when you cashed in them chips made
my evening. Go with, Ben, with my blessing, boy. He’s a
fine man and he’ll show you only respect and kindness; however, don’t
never forget, he's a master and you will know he’s in charge.
Serve him well and have a good time. You deserve it. Find
out for yourself how good it might be to serve a fine and decent
master. Mind your manners, be respectful, and you’ll do
fine,” Beryl encouraged him.
Beryl, for everything,” Mutt said, hugged his big buddy, and they
rejoined the group. They didn’t drink too long and parted
company; however, it was the perfect end to a wonderful evening with
friends. Ben walked Mutt to his bike to get his overnight case
and to see the others off. He instructed the attendant to watch
Mutt’s bike as he would be staying at the Riviera for the
evening. He tipped him handsomely.
Ben took Mutt
back to his private suite. He led Mutt to a private elevator
which went only to the penthouse suite. It was manned by one of
Master Ben’s security guards. Mutt was floored when he walked
into Master Ben’s suite. It was opulent. It wasn’t over
done but decorated in expensive style. He never saw anything like
“Would you like
another drink, Mutt?" Ben asked.
“Uh, naw, sir,
I’m fine. Maybe a coke if you have one,” he replied.
“A coke it
is. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” Ben said, snapped
his fingers at his servant and spoke to him in Arabic. He hurried
away to get their drinks.
“May I call you
by some other name, Son. Mutt doesn’t set well with me unless
we’re out with your biker friends. I understand the wish for
privacy using nicknames, but I’m sorry, I have a hard time thinking of
you as a Mutt or anything the name applies,” Ben said.
Master Ben. I only think of myself as a Mutt because of my face
and since I been back from Nam almost no one even bothers to ask my
real name. A biker I asked to serve and be my master got angry
with me, ‘cause such an ugly man like me asked him to be his
master. He told me I weren't nothin’ but a Mutt. He kicked
me with his boot pretty hard, like he would a common cur, and left me
lying in the dirt. Mr. Harley come to my aid, picked me up out of
the dust, and cleaned me up. I was feel’n pretty low, but Mr.
Boone, him and Ms. Janice, were kind to me. They thought my name
was Mutt so I kept on answering to it ‘cause the way they said it
didn’t sound so bad,” Mutt explained. Ben smiled at the young
man, remembering what a good looking man Harley Boone was. Mutt
told Master Ben his real name, “All my brothers called me C.C.
Them’s the initials of my name. It’s really C.C.C. and everyone
in Nam gave me the nickname C.C. Rider after a popular song of the
fifties. My given name is Cassidy. My family calls me Cass.”
“Fine, I like
Cass much better than Mutt. Ah, here is Achmed with our drinks,”
Ben said. Master Ben thanked the man and dismissed him. He
left shortly thereafter. “We’re alone now, Cass, I’ve dismissed
all my servants except the doorman at the private elevator,” Ben said.
“I wanna’ thank
you again, Master Ben for your generosity. I’d like to send my
folks some of the money, ‘cause I still got five younger brothers at
home. It would help my dad and mom a lot,” Mutt said.
Cassidy, it’s yours to do with as you choose. How many brother do
you have, Cass?" Ben asked.
see, including the twins there was fifteen of us boys," Mutt said.
"Fifteen boys in
one family? That's amazing," Ben said and almost choked on his
were adopted, and the twins were born to our close neighbors, but hell,
they's at our house as much as they were their own. They's as
much my brothers as the rest of 'em. Three of 'em are dead.
They's killed in Nam," Mutt said sadly.
sorry, Son. That must be rough. Does your family know where
you are?” Ben asked.
“Naw, sir, they
don’t even know I’m alive. I was reported missing in action, and
I never went home after I got back. I can’t go home look’n like
this, Master Ben. I’d rather them think I's dead. They
don’t need to know where the money comes from. I can have Master
Beryl or Mr. Harley send it to them or I got relatives back in West
Texas who would send it for me and not give away my secret.”
“Well, I don’t
know if I agree with your philosophy, Cass; however, every man has to
find his own way in life, and I can understand your pain. Lets
get something straight between us. I won’t pretend your face
isn’t messed up, Son, but it’s the man, Cassidy, I invited to be my
slave for this evening. It was not out of pity I invited you to
share my bed this evening. It was something I saw in your eyes
when we met this evening. Do you understand, Son?” Ben
asked. Mutt shed a tear and thanked Master Ben. “By the
way, if you’re going to be my slave for the evening I think it’s time
you removed your clothing, don’t you?”
sir. Right, here, all right, Master Ben?” Mutt motioned
towards a big chair.
Just lay your clothes over that large chair,” Ben agreed. Mutt
was a little embarrassed, but didn’t want his master for the evening
getting the impression he was the least hesitant or unwilling to serve
him to his fullest. He neatly arranged his clothes, put his boots
to the side of the chair and turned around to face Ben. Ben
almost choked again on his drink when he saw the size of Mutt’s
penis. The rest of his body was like fine chiseled marble.
He was in top physical condition. “Stand there for a minute and
hit parade rest, slave,” Ben ordered quietly. Mutt responded
quickly. "I want to finish my drink looking at you.
Remember, from this moment on you're my slave, and I expect you to
conduct yourself accordingly,” Ben said.
Master Ben. I’m proud and honored to be your slave, sir.
You only have to ask,” Mutt replied.
stand there until I tell you otherwise. Will that make you
nervous, slave?” Ben asked.
“No, sir, not at
all. If it’s your wish, I’m happy to stand here as long as you
like, sir. My brothers taught me not to be embarrassed or ashamed
of my body.” Mutt said sincerely. Ben ducked his head and smiled
to himself. He couldn’t imagine a more physically perfect male
specimen than the man who stood before him. Except for his face
Mutt was one of the most attractive men physically, Ben ever saw.
He was magnificent. Ben almost got the giggles. His secret
joke was he knew in his heart the young man standing in front of him
probably had little or no idea of his own self-worth.
“Only once have
I asked another man to take off his clothes for me in this room.
He was, perhaps, the most stunningly handsome man I ever laid eyes on
and still is today. He's a professional rodeo cowboy whose master
was gracious enough to share him with me. His body was not a bit
more beautiful than your body, Cassidy. You are, indeed, a
handsome man. Come to me and kneel before me. You may pay
homage to my boots,” Master Ben commanded softly.
Mutt was at his
feet in seconds kissing and cleaning his master’s boots. It was
so moving for him to actually be serving a good man his eyes began to
weep and his tears became mixed with his saliva. When he
finished, Ben’s boots were flawless. “I’m pleased, slave.
You did an excellent job and did it with a great deal of affection for
your work. Now, you may remove them, slave,” Ben said. Mutt
did as any cowboy would do and grabbed his master’s boot up between his
leg. Ben knew to use his other boot to push on Mutt’s ass to help
pull the boot off. They repeated the same scenario for the second
boot. Ben stood. “Now, slave, stand, and help me with my
clothes. Mutt slowly unbuttoned his master’s Western shirt and
helped him off with it. He neatly folded it and laid it on the
couch. Mutt helped him off with his white t-shirt he wore
underneath. He knelt before Ben and undid his huge belt buckle,
but moved in with his mouth to unzip the fly on his Wranglers. He
was pleasantly surprised to find his master wasn't wearing underwear
and lowered his Wranglers to his knees.
Mutt got his
first look at his master’s cock and was more than pleased. He
couldn’t wait to taste it. Ben set on the large sofa and Mutt
removed his jeans the rest of the way. Ben stood again and his
cock was right at Mutt’s mouth. “You may kiss it, slave.
Make love to my manhood,” Ben said softly. Mutt didn’t hesitate
and began making love to his master’s penis. Mutt was really
getting into it, but Ben stopped him, “That’s enough for right
now, slave. You may make more love to it a little later.
Stand, please,” Master Ben ordered softly. Mutt stood to face the
handsome man and had tears in his eyes. “Give your Master a kiss,
please, sir. I ain’t never kissed no one since... ’ Mutt
“Are you going
to be my slave tonight, Cassidy?” Ben asked just above a whisper.
"With all my
heart, Master Ben," Mutt replied softly.
“Then you will
do as your Master tells you, slave,” Ben said with strength and
Mutt closed his
eyes and felt the handsome man’s lips gently touch what was left of
his. Master Ben had both his arms around Mutt and pulled him in
tight as Mutt melted into his master’s love. It was a wonderful
kiss and Mutt was truly enjoying it, but something strange was
happening. He gently tried to pull away from Ben. Ben
wouldn’t let him and held him even tighter. Mutt gave in,
relaxed, and ejaculated all over both of them. Ben didn’t bother
to react, finished his kiss, and continued to hold his slave.
“That’s quite a compliment, slave,” Ben said tenderly as he stole
another kiss on Mutt's better side.
“I’m so sorry,
Master Ben. Please, sir, allow your slave to clean you,” Mutt
“You will, I
have no problem with it, but what’s your hurry? I think it’s so
hot standing here with a handsome young novice slave whom I’ve excited
enough by my kiss to have him exceed all over me and himself. It
says something wonderful to me,” Ben said and stole another kiss.
Master Ben,” Mutt said quietly looking down, not looking at his
master’s eyes. Ben placed his hand under Mutt’s chin and raised
his head to look him in the eyes. He looked at Mutt and
smiled. “The man who just kissed me is a beautiful man,
slave. Remember that for the rest of our time together.
Your Master finds you beautiful,” Ben said slowly with
respect. Mutt started crying in his arms. “Here,
we’ll have none of that. Besides, you have to clean your
master. Get to it, slave, and lets see how good a job you can
do,” Ben commanded. He didn’t have to ask Mutt twice and his
tongue was all over Ben’s body removing his seed. Ben found it
terribly exciting and popped another huge erections. When he was
satisfied with Mutt's cleaning job, he pulled the young man back to a
standing position and gently kissed him again.
“Again, you did
an excellent job. Now, come with me. Your master wishes to
soak in the spa for a while with his slave. Bring your drink,”
Ben said. Mutt got his Coke from the table and walked with
Ben to the patio on the roof of the hotel. It was a warm summer
night and the stars were everywhere. Ben turned the spa on and
Mutt sort of backed away. He never saw one before. “Ever
been in a spa before, slave?” Ben asked.
We didn’t have one of them things on the ranch. Closest was a
whirlpool down to the creek,” Mutt drawled. Ben laughed at Mutt’s
It’s a little warm at first, but it’s like a warm bath, you get use to
it,” Ben invited his young slave for the evening. The two men
eased their way into the hot bubbling water. Mutt thought he was
sure he died and this must be heaven. He immediately set back and
relaxed. His Master opened his arms for his slave to join
him. Mutt was in Ben’s arms in an instant. Ben wrapped his
arms around Mutt’s front and held him tight up against his chest.
He would steal a kiss from his slave from time to time which set Mutt’s
heart on fire.
He was drinking
Ben in like a tall, cool glass of water on a hot summer’s day in West
Texas. He hadn’t been held or had anyone show him much affection
since he came back from Nam, with the one exception of the
uncomfortable but wonderful night he spent under a tent with Mr.
Harley. For all his claims of being a straight man, Mutt could
swear he never felt more love from a person holding him, until
now. He knew Master Ben was a good, kind, and loving man.
“Master Ben, do
you treat all your slaves this mean?” Mutt asked and chuckled.
Ben roared with laughter at his joke.
cowboys say, this ain’t mean a' tall. I can be a lot
meaner. You’ll see. Wait’ll I get you into the bedroom,
cowboy.” Ben said menacingly and laughed again.
“Lordy, I do so
look forward to yore' next mean streak, sir,” Mutt sighed deeply.
The two men shared a good laugh, and Mutt grew quiet.
“S’good to hear
my slave laugh,” Bed whispered as he stole another kiss from
Mutt. Mutt wanted the moment to go on forever. He would
have been happy for an eternity to be held in the comfort and love of
this man’s arms but he didn’t kid himself something would develop
between him and master Ben. He knew Ben singled him out, saw
through his hurt and pain to reach out to him, to offer him some love,
strength and courage when he most needed it. He was beginning to
wonder if angels didn’t come in human form sometimes. Master Ben
actions said to Mutt, you are attractive, you have worth, and you don’t
have to accept less because of your face. Mutt was truly grateful
to the handsome man and would always remember his kindness.
They moved into
the bedroom after Mutt dried his Master and then himself. It was
wonderful to run around in the nude and not worry about someone seeing
you. They lay in bed together and Mutt was no longer afraid of Ben
kissing him and let the man take total charge. “I think it’s
about time for your to show your love and appreciation for your master
by making love to his cock, slave,” Ben said softly. Mutt was on
Master Ben’s beautiful cock kissing, licking, and cleaning every inch
of it. Ben lay back watching him, smiling at the joy and comfort
the young man was getting from servicing him. He would continue
all night to simply make love to his master’s tool until he was ordered
to do otherwise. “You’ve done well, slave. You’ve made your
master feel like you truly want and need his cock. You may have
it now.” Ben almost levitated off the bed as Mutt shoved his
master's cock down his throat and held it there for some time sucking
his master with his throat muscles. Ben never felt anything so
sensual. Mutt came up for air. Ben prayed he would feel
that sensation again as Mutt gulped in several breaths of fresh
air. He went right back down to the base of Ben’s handsome penis.
Ben felt Mutt
beginning his throat undulation and couldn’t help himself. He
shot his first volley way down the back of Mutt’s throat. Mutt
made moaning noises like he was being fed the most scared part of a
communion feast. He raised again and began to suck the rest from
his master’s cock knowing he would soon have his prize; a full taste of
his master’s cream. Sure enough, Ben erupted in Mutt’s mouth and
again he moaned louder at the taste of his prize. He wanted his
master to feel the full effect of his awesome blow job by once more
impaling his throat on his manhood and gently sucking with his throat
Ben almost went
nuts with his own sounds of love and couldn’t control himself as his
final volley was released as far down as Mutt could impale himself on
his master’s cock. He didn’t cheat his Master one
millimeter. His lips were pressed tightly against his master’s
pubs. He held it there stroking his master with his strong, bull
like neck muscles until he drained him completely. Then and only
then did he raise from his impalement for a gasp of fresh air.
Ben was ecstatic but wasted. He couldn’t remember any slave, male
or female, who every got him off so powerfully. He couldn’t get
his breath to speak. He finally pulled Mutt into his arms and
gently kissed him again.
“If you fuck as
good as you suck, slave, you will, indeed, make some good master a fine
slave,” Ben complimented his young slave for the evening.
“I hope it’s
better than my suck’n, master, and I sure hope you want to find out for
yourself,” Mutt said.
Ben laughed and
stole another kiss from his slave. “Count on it, slave,” Ben
excuse me for a minute I’ll clean myself,” Mutt said respectfully.
Ben showed him
the opulent guest bath and left him alone. Ben took a deep breath
and walked to the bar to mix himself another drink. He sat in the
darkness of the living area satisfied and comfortable. He felt
good about what he was doing and knew Cass was not taking his attention
the wrong way. Beryl told him Mutt was a pragmatist, as most
cowboys are, and accepted, without question, what pleasures in life
came his way without becoming needy.
returned his Master had him set by his side and held him against his
chest with his arms folded around his slave like he did in the
spa. Mutt was once again transported. Ben could feel the
young man’s affection and adoration flowing from him. It was
almost overpowering. “Think you’re ready for your Master to try
some of that cowboy-slave ass of yours, Cass?” Ben asked.
“I’m a’ ready,
Master Ben. Sure sounds sweet the way you call it cowboy-slave
ass, because for you, Master, that’s exactly what it is, sir,” Mutt
said with sincerity.
another kiss and lead Mutt into the bedroom again. He decided to
mount his slave from the front and Mutt held his legs ready to receive
his master. Mutt knew how a slave must be taken and although he
didn't have much practice he was hoping his hunger would save the
day. Master Ben leaned forward and allowed the weight of his hips
and upper body to sink his engorged shaft into his slave. Mutt
was ready. He began to writhe under his master making
pleasurable moaning sound and thanking Master Ben for taking him as a
slave should be taken. Ben smiled to himself about a time not too
long ago when another handsome cowboy slave taught him how a master
should always take his slave. Master Ben came to understand the
importance of the seemingly small but necessary act. He knew the
slave under him was open and ready for his fucking. Ben waited a
while, then started some slow deep fucking that drove Mutt up the
wall. His master felt so good inside him he wanted him to take it
away from him. He wanted Master Ben to ride him like a Brahma
bull. Somehow he knew his master would not let him down.
Ben fucked his slave until he thought his dick would fall off and still
Mutt begged him for more.
the magic which always seemed to trigger his cowboy slave brother and
began to fuck Mutt in the same manner. He rode him down,
hard, and rough. He could tell the rougher he fucked Mutt the
more he opened to him. He kept fucking him hard until Mutt’s ass
lost all resistance and became like a flower blooming unto him.
This was it. This was fucking nirvana or the part of fucking a
man he’d heard so much about. He suddenly felt Mutt’s ass trying
to bite his cock off and knew his slave was near. “Get it
slave! When I feel you shoot..." Ben never finished. He
didn’t get the rest out as Mutt arched his back to take even more of
his master into him and shot all over his own chest, up into his
eyebrows, and hair. He could feel Master Ben pumping load after
load into his slave ass but he didn’t stop his work putting it up for
his master’s best and strongest strokes. He was going to ride his
hero down to the wire. He wanted every drop of his master’s sweet
cream in his gut.
together breathless and basking in the warm glow of their man sex and
the feeling of total camaraderie. They united in that moment as
one, separate but equal; necessary to each other, glad for their coming
together. It was one of the greatest sexual highs for both. They
didn’t need to speak or hash it out. They were two sensitive men
able to listen and read every subtle nuance of touch, breathing, and
the sounds of fulfilment. Master Ben stayed within his slave for
a good while until he found himself drifting off to sleep. “Go
clean yourself, slave, and bring a warm cloth for your master,” Ben
said quietly. Mutt quickly did as he was told and cleaned his
master as well as himself.
“Lay down with
me, slave,” Ben said. Mutt obeyed and lay with his back to his
master. He felt Ben’s still stiff cock knocking on his
backdoor. He gladly opened it for him and took almost all of
him. The rest, his master planted within him. Ben locked
his arms around Mutt and held him tight. He stole a kiss and
whispered to him he often slept all night with his cock up his slave’s
ass. He didn’t have to ask how Mutt felt about it. He could
feel Mutt working his ass as far down his shaft as he could get
it. He knew his cock found its berth, its dock, its warm scabbard
for the night.
* * * * * * *
The next morning
his master allowed Mutt to give him another excellent blow job.
He once again praised his slave and held him close. They were
lying in the afterglow of wonderful sex when the door suddenly burst
open and in walked a tall, good looking American man with two coffees,
Danish, and a paper for his boss. Mutt jumped to cover
himself. Ben winked at him not to be concerned. “Mornin’
Harry! You got here early this morning.”
“Well, I called
and didn’t get Achmed. I got Hassim instead, and he told me you
were entertaining. So I thought the two of you might enjoy some
fresh coffee and a Danish. I’m Harry, by the way, the boss’s
private secretary and man Friday,” Harry said, stuck out his big hand
to Mutt. He smiled, took it, and shook it.
“I’m Mutt, Mr.
Harry,” Mutt replied.
just Harry,” Harry said with a wave of his hand.
Harry demanded, raised an eyebrow as he barked at Mutt. He waved
his hand at him to remove the sheet he was hiding behind. Mutt
looked at Master Ben who winked and nodded to him. He slowly took
the sheet away and Harry got a full view of Mutt’s perfect body and
sizable cock. “Holy Toledo and tarnation, to quote Master
Beryl. Hassim didn’t tell me your were entertaining a Shetland
pony, Master Ben,” Harry exclaimed. The men laughed at Harry’s
having breakfast with me, Mutt, Master Beryl, Harley, and Janice.
I think you know Harley and Janice, don’t you Harry?” Ben asked.
I’ve met them several times; nice couple. Sure, Boss, I haven’t
had breakfast, and I'd love to see that old rapscallion, Master Beryl
again. It's been two, almost three months we ain't seen hide nor
hair of him. Glad he's back. You want me to carry the stash
today, Boss?” Harry asked.
leave me a couple hundred bucks for chump- change. You take care
of the rest. Oh, and thanks for the Danish and coffee, you nosey
monster,” Ben said and laughed.
Boss. I didn’t know. I was concerned. I apologize,”
Harry said remorsefully.
“No harm done,
eh, Cass?” Ben said and winked at his slave.
me. Harry seems like a nice man,” Mutt replied.
Harry is a fine man. He’s my right arm. Don’t know what I’d
do without him,” Ben said.
kiddo! Make yourself indispensable,” Harry said and winked at
Mutt as he laughed at his own joke, “All kidding aside, Boss, looks
like you picked a winner.”
“He is, indeed,
a winner, Harry. You have no idea just how much this young man
won for me last night. Tell him his tip wasn’t a fluke,” Ben said.
“If you won
money for him, Son, you got tipped three white chips and, well, you
know by now what each is worth,” Harry replied.
“Yes, sir, I
sure do, and I’m most grateful to Master Ben,” Mutt said.
going to invite Beryl, Mutt, Harley, and Janice, and two other bikers
they have riding with them to join me in Vegas. Take care of
their rooms at the Cactus Motel with Mr. Clark and if they can come to
Vegas set up rooms for them when we get there. Booger and Cowboy
are going to be at Cal and Steve’s new ranch and they have a new biker
with them Cowboy claims is as good a roper as he is. I’d like to
see them rope,” Ben said.
too. Sure Boss. Got it written down and I’ll take care of
it. Enjoy your coffee and see you when you get dressed,” Harry
said, gave a thumbs up to Mutt, and left the bedroom.
chuckled. “Harry’s usually not that pushy but since the
assassination attempt he’s been overly protective. If he doesn’t
know exactly what’s going on he’ll barge right into a situation until
he’s satisfied there’s no danger. He doesn’t do it often. I
should’ve left a message for him last night, but I forgot. I was
too busy admiring my slave's body. Come on, let us go to the
shower and you can pamper your master by scrubbing his back for him,”
Ben ordered. Mutt thought he’d scrub any damn thing Ben
wanted. He was floating on a cloud from the love, attention, and
the way Master Ben used him to make him feel like the most needed man
* * * * * * *
Harry called the
Cactus Motel, woke Beryl and started giving him what-for. “Hey
old man, how come you didn’t let us know you were coming to
Reno?” Mutt heard Harry roar with laughter as he walked into the
living room to get his clothes. “Okay, you win. How fast
can you get to the Riviera to have breakfast with Master Ben and his
guest Mr. Mutt. Oh, and bring Harley and Janice if they wanna’
come and anyone else in your party you want to include,” Harry said and
laughed again at something Beryl said. “Okay, see you in about an
hour in the downstairs restaurant in the back room. Hell, you
know the place. Look forward to seeing you, Beryl, it’s been a
while,” Harry said. He chuckled as he hung up the phone and shook
his head, “I dearly love that old man," Harry said to Mutt.
Mutt nodded in agreement.
wonderful. Banger and Rondo were staying at the Cactus Motel
along with Beryl, Mutt, Harley, and Janice. Beryl invited them to
breakfast and to meet the prince they’d heard so much about. They
were excited and promised to be on their very best behavior.
Beryl also invited Mr. Clark and his mate but they had other
plans. They told him to be sure and thank Master Ben for
them. Talk was about nothing in general. Banger and Rondo
calmed down after they met Ben in Western clothes and could call him
Ben. He was like everyone else. Mutt didn’t have much to
say. He sat in his chair, not eating much, but he had a
unmistakable glow about him that was prime for Beryl’s wicked sense of
humor. “Son, I swear to God, you look like you been dipped in a
bucket of lightening bug juice. Were you good to my brother, Ben,
here?” he asked.
that, Mutt!" Ben commanded, "You let me answer for you,” Ben spoke
up. Mutt smiled and nodded to Master Ben, “He was very good to
your bother last night, I couldn't have wished for a better companion
to share my bed last evening, and that’s all you need to know, old
man.” Everyone at the table roared with laughter. “We got you out
of bed for breakfast, but I wanted to invite all of you to be my guest
in Vegas for several days. Cal and Steve bought a new
ranch. Cowboy and Booger helped them move. Another biker’s
with them who happens to be a cowboy, too. He recently returned
from Vietnam. He and our cowboy are roping together. Cowboy
says he’s the best damn roper he’s teamed up with in a long
while. Say’s he’s as good or better than him. Harry and I
want to see, and we thought you guys and Ms. Janice might enjoy
watching. I know Mutt would. You used to rope, didn’t you,
Mutt?” Ben asked.
“Yes, sir, ma'
big brother, Waddie Claymore, taught me," Mutt replied. Harry
looked surprised and was about to speak when he felt a cowboy boot kick
him under the table and caught his boss’s eye. He didn’t say a
word. Mutt didn’t notice anything but Beryl didn’t miss it.
Beryl rarely missed anything. Not much ever got by that old man.
Later Beryl got
Ben alone. “Okay, Ben, what was the deal with kicking Harry under
the table to shut him up?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you,
but it’s my opinion we should keep our mouths shut about this. We
should just let the natural course of events happen. If we say
anything we might screw up Allah’s plans," Ben said and grinned.
Lord. Oh, Lord God, Ben, you ain’t a’ gonna’ tell me the cowboy
with Booger and Billy is Mutt’s big brother, Waddie?” Beryl asked.
Ben nodded his
head affirmative. Beryl rubbed his chin whiskers and shook his
head. He agreed with his brother. The big man didn’t want
to upset Allah’s plans either. He promised he wouldn’t say a word.
End Chapter 2 ~
Harley & Mutt
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