THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 8 ~ I, Pygmalion
                        
PART I ~ A Pound Of Flesh

"How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail, And pours the waters of the Nile on each and every scale." ~ Louis Carroll

The evening came to a close early with coffee and finger foods around the fireplace.  Early summer evenings can be cool in Los Angeles and Master Earl built a fire.  Conversation dwindled down to small talk.  It was refreshing to discuss other things and escape from the emotions we were swimming in most of the afternoon.  Master Jeb asked if I would read from Wes’ chap book of poems.  I agreed and read several of the cantos.  Most everyone understood the metaphors and the subtle twists of meanings because they knew Wes so well.  I had a leg up on them because I taught him how to write poetry.  I knew the way his mind worked and the way he put words together.

He grew and matured in his writing.  Some of it was simple verse, the rhyme schemes not too adventurous, but therein lay the genius.  He listened to his poetry master and cut the meat off the bone.  There was absolutely no extraneous verbiage.  What you read was what you got.  Some of it was heroic, brutal, frank, unabashedly romantic, and sung the songs from the heart of a slave.  The song of a man who traveled the hardest road to find his bliss.  When Wes wrote of that bliss, his heart sang, his words soared, and the message conveyed to the reader was one of joy and excitement of a rebirth to a life he never knew before.  A life in which he found his personal bliss.

I began to read the eighteenth canto which brilliantly summed up Wes’ life, but I was stumped by the last line.  To understand the last line you have to take the last two couplets together.  ‘Another seraph’d leathered Master’s strength became his creed, Reformed his broken pride into a working vessel for his seed.’  “I don’t get the last line.” I mused to myself not considering anyone else might either.  I understood ‘broken pride’ was a metaphor for Wes’ abused penis.  I knew he couldn’t reach a climax because of all the times we shared sex he never once ejaculated, but Master Jeb told me earlier he lost them.  That wasn’t what this line said.  I was confused.

“Billy, you wanna' tell him?” Master Earl asked Billy.  I noticed Billy, and Oscar, and Master Earl looking at each other smiling.

“About the beginning of their third year together Master Earl had to go back to Louisiana to settle his parent’s estate.  They owned massive property holdings, and it was going to take him about two weeks to do it.  He didn’t want to take Wes with him because he was going to be busy dealing with attorneys and real estate dealers.  There really wasn’t time for holiday things, and he could only get so much time off the force for grief leave.  He asked if I would come and stay with Wes for company.  I agreed and George, Oscar, and I drove up.

"Wes was in therapy with Master Waddie Claymore for about a year at the time and was fascinated by Master Claymore’s receptionist, Allen.  Allen is a small man.  He’s perfectly formed but tiny.  Master Claymore allowed Allen to dress in drag every Friday.  Allen is all of four foot six in heels.  Wes’ appointment was every Friday at three.  Wes never knew Allen was a man let alone the slave of one of the biggest, roughest, potentially meanest, members of our family.
Due to scheduling conflicts, Wes had to go in on a Thursday instead of Friday.  Allen was wearing jeans, boots, and a small black leather vest.  Wes asked Allen where the other receptionist was?  Allen yanked Wes' chain and told him he was a sub for her, and she would be back tomorrow morning.

"Master Claymore overheard the conversation from his office.  He left the door open waiting for Wes.  "Allen!” Master Claymore said in a stern reprimanding voice.  Allen looked at Wes in apology and told him, “She’s me in drag,” Allen said.  Wes was stunned.  Allen was the most convincing drag he ever saw.  Allen fooled a lot of people because he made up to be a small petite beautiful woman.  Allen’s master, Dirk, was a straight, outlaw biker.  He met Allen in a gay drag bar on Sunset Boulevard in the Silverlake district one Halloween night, quite by accident.  Talk about love at first sight.  He knew Allen was a gay man in drag.  He knew Allen was a man, but it didn’t matter to Dirk, he fell in love.  He didn’t care Allen had a small cock between his legs, he had to have him.  Well, it was like the last scene from Wilder’s ‘Some Like It Hot.’  Jack Lemon rips off his wig, lowers his voice and tells Joe E. Brown, “Oh, for God sakes, Osgood, I’m a man.” Joe E. Brown looks at him, smiles, and says, “Nobody’s perfect.”

“Big Dirk was no exception to Allen’s charms.  Two weeks later he moved in with Allen.  Anyone who gets to know Allen falls in love with him.  You can’t help it.  He’s like you in a way, Beau.  You’re certainly more masculine than Allen, but you both have a lovable, unassuming personality which endear you to everyone.  Furthermore, Allen has boundless energy, and he’s interested in everything.  He’s highly intelligent and can carry on a conversation with anyone on almost any subject.  As time went by, Allen became Dirk’s slave and went through slave training.  He and Dirk were separated for the three months of training and Allen became distraught.  He convinced himself Dirk would leave him if he wasn’t there to see to his needs even though it was Dirk’s idea for him to go through training.  Allen wasn’t too crazy about the idea, but he was so much in love with Dirk, he would have done anything for him.

“Dirk has the dick of death and Allen loved to ride the ‘wild stallion,’ as he called it.  So his training master allowed them one weekend a month together until the end of training.  Allen could go to work, but he had to report to his training masters immediately after work until the next day.  Since control was the name of the game, Master Claymore went along with the idea and would call the master and let him know when Allen was leaving work.  The master knew within minutes how long it should take Allen to get there.  Allen was pretty good with training and finally got through it.  He and big Dirk signed a no clause contract and Dirk immediately wanted him to have a sexual reassignment.  Allen didn’t want to give up being a man.  Dirk really didn’t want him to either, he just wanted a cunt to fuck.  It became a conundrum for them.

Allen would do anything to keep from losing Dirk.  A compromise was arrived at through Master Claymore.  Allen didn’t mind the idea of having the operation, he just didn’t want tits and the other things that went along with it.  For the most part Allen preferred dressing in men’s clothes, but every now and then, he liked to pull on a smart skirt and blouse.  Dirk admitted he learned to like Allen’s little boy-man body, but he wanted a cunt to fuck.  He loved Allen.  Allen was his slave.  He signed a contract.  Dirk spent every dime he had to pay for Allen’s training, and he would do with his property as he damn well pleased.  No one questioned his right, but there was a large hurdle to overcome.  Allen had to have counseling sessions with an approved licensed psychotherapist to approve the operation at U.C.L.A  medical center.  Master Claymore was the only approved psychotherapist in Los Angeles County.  Allen wouldn’t have considered another therapist anyway.  Allen's ploy reinvented the term ‘check-mate.'

“So, after much counseling on both parts, it was decided Allen would have the operation without the female hormones.  Allen got the approved therapy from Master Claymore and the operation was performed.  It worked out great for Allen and Dirk; better than anyone expected.  Dirk took good care of his “Li’l Darlin” and allowed Allen to fully heal.  Only, with the doctor’s final approval and one last therapy session could Dirk have his cake and eat it, too.  Big Dirk couldn’t have been happier with the results, and to Allen’s, and every one's surprise, Allen was thrilled with the outcome as well.  After that Dirk followed Allen around like a bull with a ring through his nose with the silliest satisfied happy grin on his face.  It must have been fine with him.  He was a changed man.  If two people could have been more in love I don’t know how.  They found their bliss.

“We started referring to him as Ms. Allen’s boy, Dirk.  They were so cute together.  Dirk is a huge man and Allen is tiny next to him.  He crawls up into Dirk’s lap on bike runs around the fire, and it really is a sweet sight.  Dirk holds him in his big hairy arms, kisses him, and tickles him.  Allen will squeal, wiggle, tell Dirk to settle down and kiss him.  Dirk always obeys.  Everyone in our family fell in love with them.  Dirk became a high ranking, well thought of member of our family.  He still is,” Billy said and paused for a minute.  

“Dirk’s a fine man.  One of the best,” Master Earl said and Master Jeb shook his head in agreement.

“Where does Wes fit into all this?” Billy asked rhetorically, “He and Allen got to be great friends and Wes was fascinated by Allen’s sexual reassignment.  Wes talked to Master Earl almost every day by phone while he was away and the weekend was coming.  Some of the family wanted to use Master Earl’s pool for an afternoon hamburger, hot dog thing.  Wes asked his Master’s permission and he said ‘yes.’  It wasn’t a large crowd.  How many were there, Oscar?” Billy asked his companion.

“Oh, about six couples from the family,” Oscar replied.

“Yeah, about a dozen people in all.  Dirk and Allen came.  Everyone got into the pool or walked around in the nude.  It was a lovely afternoon.  One of those perfect days where everything seems to go right.  Wes went nuts over Allen’s change, and with Dirk’s permission, Allen showed him everything.  Dirk had a few drinks and Wes talked the big biker into fucking Allen as a show for the rest of us.  They loved the idea so we put a couple of those lawn chair pads on the big oak table Master Earl has down there, they got on it, and put on a show.  It wasn’t really a show as such, they just let the rest of us watch them fuck.

"I bet Oscar fifty bucks Dirk couldn’t get his huge cock all the way in Allen’s tiny cunt.  I lost fifty bucks," Billy said, made a frown, then smiled at me and winked, "I saw Wes watching in awe and knew what was going through his delightfully warped little brain.  Wes was watching with more than simple curiosity.  His eyes were glazed, and his mouth was open.  The corners of his mouth began to drool spit.  He was in Allen’s head, feeling Allen’s thoughts.  Wes was sharing Dirk’s big bull cock with his little brother.

“I know you’re not seeing them fuck, are you, little brother?” I asked him.

“You’re right, Billy, you’re so right.  You have never been more right in your life,” he replied quietly.

“And, could that be your beloved master on top of you, slave?” I asked him.

“I very much want it to be, Billy,” he replied.                           

“He made up his mind right then and there if his penis was worthless anyway why not have the operation for his master’s sake.  Master Earl could have another hole to fuck, and he wouldn’t have to give up his masculinity.  You want to take it from there, Master Earl?” Billy asked.

“When I got back, Wes picked me up at LAX, and we drove home.  All the way, Wes was babbling on about Allen and Dirk.  Wes rarely got excited about anything, so I tried to listen; however, I was tired and I’m afraid I wasn’t listening too carefully.  I didn't connect Wes' enthusiam for Allen's cunt to our situation.  Finally, we got back and all I wanted to do was have a drink, shower,  relax, and fuck him.  I was so damned horny when I got back, ‘cause while on the trip I didn’t even have time to jack off.  Wes got the fucking of his young life that evening.  It was a Friday night, and I didn’t have to go back to work until the following Monday.  The phone rang and it was Dirk.  He wanted to know if he and Allen could get take out and bring dinner over for us.  I didn’t feel like fixing anything, and I knew Wes didn’t, so I said ‘sure.’ They ended up staying until Sunday night.

“We had a wonderful day by the pool Saturday, and we drank quite a bit.  Dirk began to tell me how much he admired Wes, and went on about his beautiful little man's body.  He apologized and told me he fantasized about working Wes’ ass over then fucking him in my sling after he got it really red and hot.  He wasn’t pushy.  He was very polite, but then, he asked the fatal question.  Had I ever given thought to fucking Allen’s little cunt?  I had to admit I found it interesting and told him so.  Little did I know I was being set up.  Wes, Allen, and Dirk planned it, but I ain’t near dumb as I look,” Master Earl said and pointed to his head with one finger.  “I agreed to swap slaves and told Dirk, to let me tell Wes Dirk was going to work him over in the dungeon and to obey him as his master for the rest of the evening.  Dirk was excited and told me Wes would be the only other man he’d been with since he met Allen.  He couldn’t thank me enough.  I thought Wes seemed a bit too pleased at the prospect of being Big Dirk's slave for the evening.  He always seemed a little afraid of Dirk.  Dirk has some rough edges.  Anyway, Dirk told Allen to obey me for the rest of the evening.  Allen ran over and threw his arms around me.”

“I’ve always wanted to be your slave for an evening, Master Earl.  Thank you, sir,” he said.

“That made me feel like he king of the hill and we went off to the other big downstairs bedroom.  Dirk and Wes took the dungeon.  Wes said later he had a really good time with Dirk.  He was a gentleman and while he didn’t hold back with the whip, Wes said it was one of the sweetest fucks he ever got from any man; except for his master, of course.  I ordered Allen to take his cloths off, and I got undressed.  I was going to fuck Allen in the rear, but Allen got on his knees, kissed my boots, and beg me to take him in his little cunt.  I told him to get up so I could take a good look at it.  I never have been attracted to women, and the thought really didn't do much for me.  I examined Allen’s little cunt closely, stuck my finger in and Allen went crazy.  It didn’t look like it had teeth so I thought, ‘What the hell, try something new.’

“It was a breathtaking experience.  I never had such a feeling on my cock.  I was afraid I was going to hurt Allen.  He kept urging me on, ‘Harder Master Earl, fuck that little pussy with that big cop dick.  Oh, Master Earl, that’s so fine.  Fuck me harder master you ain't gonna’ hurt me,’ he yelled.  The next thing I new I was seeing Fourth of July fireworks and Christmas all rolled into one giant climax.  Then I stood him up, threw one arm around his little butt, pulled him to my face as tight as I could and sucked my come out of his little cunt.  Allen almost went nuts with my tongue up his little boy-cunt lapping it up and dropped his load out his little piss hole.

“I laughed so hard I almost strangled in my own come.  I could almost read the headlines.  Then it dawned on me, I was set up.  What could I do?  I couldn’t get mad.  They went to a great deal of trouble, and in a way, it was a compliment to me and Wes they felt comfortable enough with us to get me to try it.  So, I decided to torture Allen until he told me the truth.  I tied him to the bed and began licking him all over from head to toe.  About halfway down he was begging me to fuck him again and really moving in the bed.

‘You wanna’ feel that big cop dick in that little boy-cunt of yours, slave?’ I asked him and continued licking.

‘Oh, please ,Master Earl, please, I’ll do anything, anything, I promise, if you just let me feel it in me again.  You don’t even have to fuck me just put it in, I promise, I’ll do the rest.  Oh, God, Master Earl, you don’t know how much I want it.’  I continued to lick him a little more, got on top of him with my dick ready to go back in and stopped.  He went nuts trying to raise his little cunt off the bed to get on my dick.  Finally, I said very quietly, ‘Okay slave, I’m gonna’ put it back in, but if you don’t tell me what I want to know, you will be tortured much longer until your brain turns to mush,' I growled at him.

“Anything, Master, anything.” Allen cried.

“I rammed it into him pretty damn hard.  He took it like a seasoned whore and started thanking me.  He thanked me, and then started crying.  I ask if I hurt him because he was so tiny.  He told me, no, he was crying because it felt so good, but he knew I was going make him spill the beans.  I kissed him on the cheek, soothed him and told him as I began fucking him, ‘Yes, you’re gonna’ tell me everything I want to know about what’s going on here tonight as I fuck you; otherwise, it’s torture time.’ He was so glad to have me fucking him again he spilled his guts.

“Wes wants to get an operation like mine for you.  He would never have sex with anyone behind your back, but he thought if he could get you to try me you might agree to let him do it.  It was Dirk’s idea to get you to swap.”

“Please, Master Earl, don’t be mad at us, Wes just wants to do it for you,” Allen pleaded.

“Shuu, I told him.  I’m not mad, but I am going to take advantage of what I have for a while.  I fucked him four times that night and came every time.  Later I sent Allen down to his master in the dungeon and Dirk was through with Wes.  Wes showed Allen and Dirk the other bedroom and got them settled in, then jumped in the shower.  I went in and got in with him.  I grabbed him, kissed him, held him tight, and started bawling.  He didn’t know what the hell was wrong.  I got myself together, we dried off, climbed into bed, I held him, and made love to him.  I told him,“I love you so much Wes you would want to do that for me.  It just blows me away.”

“Do what, Master?”

“I tortured Allen until he told me,” I replied.

“Oh, dear,” he said.

“You were right to do what you did.  I know you would never do something like that unless it was for a damn good reason.  You were right, I wouldn’t have listened to you.  I would have nipped it in the bud.  After tonight you can have the operation with my blessing, if you’re really sure.  Wes had counseling sessions with Master Claymore, and I flew him to Phoenix.  We had to make six trips, no, eight trips to Phoenix.  There was a clinic there doing the operation at the time.  Wes was in heaven.  He loved the idea.  After everything healed we couldn’t wait to test drive his new little cunt.  The first night we took it for a ride, I didn’t get in more than a half dozen good strokes and Wes shot his load for the first time since he was a boy.  I didn’t believe him at first and reached down where his little piss hole was and gathered up a glob of it and sure enough he ejaculated.

He tasted it.  I tasted it.  I got between his legs, sucked and licked the rest of it out of him.  It tasted like ambrosia to both of us.  We agreed it was the sweetest stuff we ever tasted.  We held each other and sobbed.  He was crying.  I was crying for him.  We were a mess.  Then we had to try it again to see if it was a fluke.  It wasn’t.  We fucked five times that night, and he came every time.  Wes never had a problem coming again, but he could only reach a climax with me fucking him.  Unwittingly he gave me a greater gift than he might have imagined.  I was in complete control of his release.  I was empowered.  I not only was his master I became his husband.  Master Claymore asked Wes at brunch one morning if he was pleased with the result.  Wes grumbled he was really happy with the results, but his backdoor had cobwebs growing around it.  That night I plugged both front doors, upper and lower, went in the rear and slammed the back door.

“Wes was able to climax while I was fucking him in his ass, too.  He found his bliss.  It was like God looked down on his selfless act of wanting to give me something more than just an average slave-boy and said, “For your unselfishness and giving heart I’m going to let you ejaculate again.  Now don’t you go getting any ideas, young man,”Master Earl said directly to me. “We’re telling this story so you’ll understand the last line of that poem, and something about Wes you didn't know.  I won’t require that of you and don’t want you to think you have to consider volunteering it either,” Master Earl said sternly. “I like you just the way you are.”

I looked at Master Jeb and he was looking at me as if to say, ‘Did you learn your lesson?’  I smiled back sheepishly and nodded my head, ‘yes, sir.’ He roared with laughter as he winked at me.

* * * * * * *

The weekend came to an end.  Billy, Oscar, and Master Jeb were ready to leave.  We exchanged hugs and kisses.  Billy cried.  Oscar cried.  I cried.  The two masters smiled at us.  Master Jeb hugged me and said softly in my ear,  “You’re a good man, Beau, you’ll make a fine slave for this man, and I’m gonna’ make damn sure you do.”

“Thanks for the lesson, Master Jeb, I deserved it,” I replied.

“Yes you did, but all’s forgiven if you learned something,”he said.

“I did, indeed.”

“Good for you, Son.”

They left, and we went inside.  Master Earl asked me to stay the night as he needed to get up early to get on patrol, and there would be plenty time for me to get down the hill and to work.  Hell, I’d be early again.  It was still early evening, but we went to bed anyway.  We were both tired.  We lay  together making love and talking softly.

“Beau, do you really understand I love you?” he asked.

“I do now, Master Earl.  I’m a firm believer in love at first sight,” I replied.

“I didn’t believe in it until I stopped you on the lake.  I fell in love with you then and there.  I was going to ask you for a date even if you didn't blurt out what you did.  I didn’t know if you were gay.  It didn’t matter, I was drawn to you.  I wanted you.  I thought, ‘What would it hurt to ask the man to have a beer or a cup of coffee with me?’”

“I would have,” I replied as he hugged me.

“You go to Jeb’s next weekend, then I can have you the next two weekends before you move to Jeb’s.  Next weekend will be hell for me.  I don’t mean to take over your life.  I should’ve asked.  You may have plans for the next couple of weekends.  Maybe I should ask, “Would you like to spend those two weekends with me?” he asked.

“Are you kidding?  Try and keep me away,” I replied and smiled at him.

“Master?” I asked.

“Yes, Son?”

“It’s come time to lay my cards on the table.  I love you with all my heart and soul.  You get the deluxe package.  I’ll even throw in those damn medals if you want ‘em just to win your love,” I said.

“Slave?”

“Yes, Master?”

“I accept your declaration of love, but you can’t win something that’s freely given.  I would be honored to accept your medals and keep them for you until you one day realize, as Jeb and I do, the importance of them.  I freely give you my heart and soul,” he said.

“I gratefully and humbly accept, Master,” I replied.

“With that acceptance, for all practical purposes, you are now my slave,” Master Earl declared.

“Then, I accept you as my master, sir,” I replied.  He was lying on top of me.  He kissed me gently but passionately.  God smiled.  It was okay with him, however two people find love.


Part II ~ Back to Work

“Monday, Monday, can’t help that day.” ~ Mamma’s and Pappa’s

I rode my bike down the hill and was home in no time.  Master Earl insisted I return home the way I arrived, wearing my cock and ball harness with my butt plugged.  He inserted my plug, and after I got the harness on he carefully locked it in the back.

“I spoke to Jeb.  He told me to keep this key for safe keeping,” Master Earl said.  He had his uniform on, and I fell to his feet and kissed each of his high Dehner cop boots.  I thanked him for plugging my ass and locking my harness.

“I’m glad you’re keeping the key, Master,” I said.

He kissed me long and deep.  “Thank’s for being my slave for the weekend,” he said, “I hope it will be for much longer than that.”

“Thank you for accepting me as you weekend slave, sir.  I’ll be your slave as long as you need me, Master,” I replied, smiled at him, got on my bike, and left.

I ran in and threw my mail on the kitchen counter and fed puss.  She looked at me as if to say, ‘Where the hell have you been?’ I patted her on the head and headed for the shower.  I got dressed as I had a cup of instant coffee and sorted through the mail to see if there was anything important.  There wasn’t.  Hell, I was ready to go to work.  Puss wasn’t through with her meal so I left her in.  What am I going to do with her?  Maybe Chris will want her.  He loves cats.  I went out jumped on the bike and was away to work.  The shop was only about eight blocks up Sunset.  I arrived as Sam was pulling in the lot.

“What the hell you doing here this early, Beau?  Now I know you’re in love,” he said.  I just laughed.

“I can’t keep a secret from you, Sam, you’re right.  I’m in love with life,” I said with enthusiasm.  He raised an eyebrow. “No, Sam, I just thought I’d get here and help dad.  He’s done a lot for me, and I’m just try'n to repay him a little,” I said.

“You like him a lot, don’cha, boy?” Sam asked with understanding.

“Yeah, sam, I do.  He means a lot to me.  He’s become family I never had.  You remember how green I was when I started.  You gave me a chance, and Jake, well, he was kind enough to teach me the ropes.  He was tough on me at first, but when he saw I’d work for him, do a decent job, and didn’t give him any back talk, he eased up and started to teach me some things.  Hell, Sam, all you guys have been great to me.  So, is it all right with you if I get here a little early?” I asked.

“Sure, kid, come on, I’ll give you the work sheets and you can get started on them,” he replied and chuckled to himself.

Sam was a good man.  I wondered about him.  If I was going to pick one man I thought might be a master, Sam Jenkins would be it.  He was about forty-five and obviously worked out.  He wasn’t real good looking but handsome enough to be attractive.  He lived alone with his nephew who was attending U.S.C. medical school.  I walked in, off the street, with only the referrals from my commanding officers and told him I’d do anything, sweep floors, clean up, just to have a job.

He asked if I knew anything about mechanics and I told him I knew a little.  I used to help my dad when he put a new engine in his old Ford V 6.  Sam said he could use an apprentice.  The pay wasn’t great, but in a short time I could move up.  That’s where Dad Jake came in.  He worked the shit out of me.  I don’t think he liked some upstart kid coming in off the street.  I was just one more pain in his butt.  He was rough on me but fair.  When he saw I did every job he gave me with a good spirit, I wasn’t intimidated by him or his foul mouth, he began to soften and teach me stuff about working on the big trucks.

We were a special shop that only worked on large industrial trucks; mostly diesel but some were gas.  I picked up on mechanical things fast and found I had a natural aptitude.  I could question Jake once about how something worked and how best to fix the problem.  I’d follow his advice, get the job done, and then, I knew how to do it.  I kept a notebook in my lock box, made drawings and wrote copious notes on certain repairs.  I was there less than a year when I was appointed to junior mechanic and given my own bay.  I was really pleased with myself and Jake was happy for me.  The best thing was, Jake was proud of me.  We grew tighter and bonded as friends.

‘Yes, Sam,’ I wanted to shout, ‘I love him, he's my buddy, he’s my dad.’       
 
I had all the work assignment sheets typed up and ready for dad to complete the assignments, sign them, and pass them out.  He walked in about the time I finished the last one.  He looked bright eyed and bushy tailed.  He smelled of ivory soap and Mennen.  Damn, he smelled good.  I felt him walk softly behind me, and I said without looking,  “There’s either a French whore behind me, or it’s me dear old dad.” I turned in the swivel chair to look.  “Oh, Darn, I was hoping for a French whore, mornin’ Dad,” I said.  Jake laughed at my nonsense.

“You wise ass bastard, what are you doing here so early?  Did’ya have a good weekend?  Damn, Son, you got the work sheets done already?  Shit, I ain’t gonna’ be able to turn you over my knee today,” he said and grinned.

I looked him in the eye and whispered,  “You damn well better, old man,” I threatened.  He roared with laughter as he took the sheets from me to start working on the assignments.

“How’s your old man, Son?” Jake asked over his shoulder.

“He got in this weekend, dad,” I replied.

“Oh, that’s great,” he said as his face fell.

“Yeah, but it was a short visit, and he’s off again this morning.  He won’t be back for another two weeks,” I said casually.

“Gosh, I’m sorry, kid,” he said trying hard not to grin.  He failed miserably.

“Then why are you smiling, dad?” I asked laughing at him.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said laughing at my zinger as he walked away.  He turned the corner and I heard him say softly, “Yeeees!”

Dad was so horny by Tuesday afternoon he was about to boil over.  He fucked my plug twice during the day with his big boot, and left a big dirty greasy vibram print on the butt of my coveralls.  Sam saw it and asked what a boot print was doing on the ass of my coveralls?

“Look, Sam, I did something stupid today, okay.  Jake told me four or five times how do a repair and dumb me, I jes' plumb forgot.  I fucked up.  It was my own fault.  You don’t say a Goddamn word to him about it, you understand.  I deserved it, and he didn’t hurt me none, but I won’t forget next time I garan-damn-tee ‘ya,” I said rubbing my ass in remorse.

Sam raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously and laughed.  “God, you two— I’m beginning to wonder if you ain’t father and son?” Sam walked off laughing to himself shaking his head.  I told dad at lunch, and we rolled on the floor laughing.

“Kid, you busy this afternoon?” he asked.

“I ain’t never too busy for you, dad, what ‘cha got on your mind?” I asked.                        

“Some’um I’d like to get off my mind, Son,” I replied.

“C’moan over and have a beer.  Talk to your boy about it, dad.  I’m sure we can arrive at a solution; hopefully, at the same time,” I said and Jake roared with laughter.

“Where do you come up with that shit?  Hell, you got better’n me,” he said.

“I had the best teacher, dad,” I complimented him.  He laughed again.

Those were the best times with Jake.  More were to follow I felt sure.  Master Jeb told me he thought Jake would become a big influence in my life, but I had to tell him the truth.  God, that was gonna’ be hard.  His old pickup truck was waiting in front of the apartment building when I pulled my bike into the garage.  I had a key made for him, and he let himself in.  It made me feel good he felt comfortable with me.

He brought a six pack and put it in the fridge.  He had two open when I got in and handed me one.  He was getting really good at ordering me around in private, and I loved it.  He was funny.  Once in a while he would break character to see if I approved.  I encouraged him, and he loved it.  He ordered me to get my clothes off, get in the shower, and hose my ass out while he got undressed.  Then added sheepishly, “Think I need to rinse off, too, Son?” he asked.

“God, no, dad, you know what I told you about what your smell does to me.  I wish I could bottle it.  I’d make a fortune in Hollywood.  I’d call it ‘Workin’ man,’” I said.

“You are so full of shit,” he said.

“I agree, but give me a minute, I’ll be clean as a whistle,” I said as I headed for the shower.  Dad went off to the other bedroom and was lying across my leather bedspread when I came out.  He was drinking his beer, naked as the day he was born, with his big boots on, of course.  He looked like he could’ve been born wearing them.  Jake was the most consistently good fuck of my life to that point.  Hell, before Jake I didn’t have any steady fucks.  My usual date was Rosey Palm.  That’s not to compare all the rest or to say my master wasn’t the greatest fuck of my life.  It was just with Jake, I could take it to the bank it was going to be a memorable fuck every time.  I walked back into the room after toweling myself off.

Dad snapped his fingers and just pointed to his big boots.  Damn, his attitude was really getting to be hot, and he knew it turned me on.  Once again I was in for a great ride on my very own Italian stallion.  He fucked me so hard that afternoon I couldn’t hold it.  I yelled for him to stop, I was going to come, but he didn’t.  It only made him fuck me harder, and when he felt my asshole clamp down on his cock when I shot, he unloaded his hot Italian load way up inside of me.

Jake relaxed inside me after climax and wasn’t so quick to pull out afterwards.  He enjoyed lying on top, still way up inside me, enjoying the two of us sharing the afterglow of climax, letting my ass suck on him to get the last of his fluids, breathing heavily, laughing and talking quietly together like two kids playing hooky from school.  “Damn, dad, come on, what ‘da ya say?  Let’s have bleachers built in here and charge admission.  We’d make a fortune.  You’re one hell of a fuck, old man.  You’re much better than you ever billed yourself to be.  I though you were just bullshit’n me.  You got braggin’ rights, dad, after that fuck.  You should share it with the world,” I said.

“Thank you, Son.  I appreciate that.  I did fuck you pretty damn good, didn’t I?” he asked stroking me for more compliments.

“The best, dad,” I replied sincerely as I kissed the top of his balding head.

How was I going to tell Master Earl about dad?  I was in love with life.  Everything was coming up roses.  I suddenly went from thoughts of suicide to, once again, investing hope in the future.  I was into work an hour early every morning.  Sometimes, if I wasn’t too busy in the late afternoon I went into the office and typed up the next day’s assignment sheets.  The next morning I’d help dad with the assignments.  There was plenty extra time for coffee and bullshit.
Jake seemed to be coming in earlier each morning, too, and his work and attitude seemed to soar.

The other guys wondered what got into him.  He would still rake Tom’s ass over the coals, but the little wimp deserved it.  He should’ve been born a woman he could be such a whining cunt.  Dad was so busy getting the work out I stayed late Wednesday night to help him.  He had a rush job on a huge Case truck and he would’ve been there until midnight by himself.  As it turned out, we were there until around eight.  He was so grateful I thought he was going to cry.  I grabbed him and held him.

“What the hell’s a son for, dad, if he can’t give his old man a helping hand now and then?” I put my arm around his big shoulders and pulled him to me as we walked out.

“You’re gonna’ think I’m whacked, Beau, but I began to think of you as my son.  I only hope my boys grow up to be half the man you are,” Jake said.

“Now, Goddamn it, old man, stop that kinda talk.  You’re gonna’ have me in tears in a minute,” I replied.

“Well, it needed to be said, I needed to say it, and you needed to hear it,”  Jake said sternly with amusement in his voice.  I offered my hand to shake goodnight.

He took my hand and said, “Oh, fuck, Beau...” He pulled me into his big arms in a bear hug.  I hugged him back.

“I love you, dad.”

“I love you, too, Son.”

The phone was ringing when I walked in the door.  “Hello, Mr. James?”  It was my master, I recognized his voice.

“No, sir, this is Officer Master’s personal slave.  You must have the wrong number, sir,” I replied quietly.

“Well, you’ll do, slave.  Where you been?  I been trying to call since four-thirty?” Master Earl D. Shaw asked.

“I had to stay to help dad finish up a Case truck, or he would've been there until midnight by himself.  I couldn’t go and leave it all to him.  He’s been too damn good to help me when I been swamped,” I explained.

“You’re dad?” Master Earl asked.

“May I explain later, sir?” I requested.

“Sure, how ‘bout over dinner?  I got take-out up here waiting for you, and your master needs a nice piece of slave-boy butt tonight to help him through the week.  How soon can you be here?” he asked.

“I’ll feed puss, and I’m out the door.  Gimme’ ten, sir,” I replied.

“I’ll give you ten, Son, plus a couple more.  Get your ass up here, muy pronto,” he growled his demand.

“Yes, sir...  Master?”

“Yes, slave?”

“I love you.”

“You better believe I love you.  That’s an order, slave,” he said sternly.

“Yes, sir, Master Earl.”

“See ‘ya in ten, bye.”

I pulled into his carport exactly ten minutes after he called.  He met me at the door pretending to look at his watch.

“Pretty good, slave, come on in.  Dinner’s waiting on the table,” he said.

“I’m filthy, sir, may I take off my coveralls here by the back door?  I don’t have anything on under them, sir,” I said.

“That’s the way I want you anyway, slave,” he replied  I took off my coveralls and Master Earl threw them in his washing machine, added some soap, and started it.  There I stood, 'September morn’ in boots with a chastity cage strapped on me.  We went in and immediately set down to a Chinese feast.  Everything you can imagine.  More food than eight people could eat.

“They always overdo when I stop by in uniform on my way home,” he explained the large portions of food.

“This is great Chinese, Master.  It’s as good as Lee’s Kitchen on Sunset where dad and I go for lunch sometime.”

“This is Lee’s Chinese.  Okay, slave, you were going to explain about your ‘dad’?”

I started and told him the whole, naked, unvarnished truth as Master Jeb told me to.  I followed my heart.  My master was thoughtful and nodded as I told him the complete story leaving nothing out.  He was like Master Jeb he laughed his ass of at my story of Dad Jake and the boot fucking.  Master Earl sat for a few minutes and ate silently.  “Beau, you never cease to amaze me.  By giving to this man, which you do willingly and freely to anyone needing help, the two of you have become family.  You speak of him like he really is your dad.  You call him dad at work and no one raises an eyebrow?” he asked.  I shook my head ‘no.’

“Even the way you say the word tells me what you feel for him, and from what you’ve told me he’s come to think of you like you’re his son.  I can’t asked you to cut him off just because you’re my slave.  I could, but I won’t.  As far as I’m concerned the man’s earned a place in your life and you in his.  Have you considered staying on and working after we get together?  The way you talk about the shop it’s obvious you’re very comfortable and happy working there,” he said.

“Master, I don’t know how it’s suppose to work.  Master Jeb hasn’t gone over the details with me.  He just told me to quit my job.  You know if you buy me, I’ll do as you wish, but I’d feel more comfortable earning my own way.  Wouldn’t you want your slave bringing home a better than pretty good paycheck to you every Friday?” I asked.

Master Earl laughed.  "Son, I have enough money for both of us.  I supported Wes for the first three years, then he started doing personal weight training for Hollywood celebrities.  He started making good money.  He religiously brought his paychecks home to me, and I put them in a separate account for him.  I gave him money as he requested.  He was much happier.  Towards the last, he was earning a bit more than I was during the year.  It went a long way toward building a better self-image for himself.

"His account would build up until I would tell him, ‘Wes that money isn’t doing you any good sitting in that account not gaining interest.’  He’d take out several large amounts, but he would never tell me what he did with it.  He said he invested it in our future.  I could’ve ordered him to tell me, and I know he would have.  I just wanted him to have something for himself.  He was growing by leaps and bounds, and I thought it would add to it.  As I look back, and I think it did.  I still don’t know where that money is.  You don’t have to work, but would you be happy sitting at home being a house slave?” he asked.

“Maybe I could do both, sir,” I replied.

“Hell, Son, we’ll have enough money we can hire a damn maid.  I tell you what.  Let me talk to Jeb about working and your dad.  I’ll feel him out to see what he says.  Now, understand, I accept his word as final.  Whatever he allows is God’s word as far as I’m concerned.  If it’s important to Jeb you not work during training would they give you a three month leave of absence?”he asked.

“I don’t know, Master, I haven’t considered asking until you brought it up,” I replied.

“What if I could get you fake orders ordering you back to Nam for three months to help in relocation of some of the villages since you learned the language when you were over there?  They wouldn’t know you’re not a reservist.  They’re required by law to have a position for you when you return.  We have a four star General whose a member of the family.  He’s a good friend of mine.  I think we could work something out.  Let’s see what Jeb has to say.  I’ll stop by his place on the way home tomorrow.  Then the two of you can discuss it over the weekend,” he said.

“Master, I don’t have the time.  I have to tell my boss at work on Monday to give them two weeks notice.  I have to tell dad day after tomorrow.  I have to tell him the truth before I notify my boss I’m leaving.  Master Jeb ordered me to tell him the truth.  Dad deserves that from me.  He taught me everything I know about big truck mechanics,” I said.

“Of course he does, Beau.  I was thinking there was more time, but I guess there isn’t.  I’ll stop by Jeb’s tomorrow, and I’ll have him call you tomorrow evening.  Then you call me and let me know his decision,” he said.

“Of course I will, Master.”

“You go do your thing in the shower, but don’t use soap.  You smell too good the way you are.  You can shower again after I get me a piece of that sweet little ass.  I’ll clear the table and throw the paper plates away.  Come in the bedroom for a minute, and I’ll unlock your cage and unplug you,” he ordered.  He was quick about his work as I could feel the pheromones coming from his urgency.  I got into the shower and cleaned myself as ordered.  I didn’t use soap, but I did rinse off.

We lay together on the other bedroom’s leather bedspread, and my master took his slave the way a master should.  He told me I had permission to come but not until he told me to.  Once again I rode the Cadillac of fucks.  Smooth.  In the long run, Master Earl provided the most satisfying fucks I ever had.  He ran long and deep until he finally began to climb the hill toward his finish.  I felt him start his climax before he spoke and I let go of control.  We hit exactly the same moment.  I wondered if it could get better.  We lay locked together in the afterglow of our coupling.

“Thank you, my wonderful Master, for dessert.  You’re good to your slave and your slave loves you very much.  I don’t know if it’s possible but I feel like I fall deeper in love with you by the day,” I said.

“It must be possible, slave, ‘cause I’m experiencing the same thing,” he said.

We lay together making love with my master taking a few well deserved strokes in my ass.  I didn’t want him to leave his slave’s hole he felt so good but morning comes early.  I hit the shower again, and we crawled into bed.  Once again his slave went to sleep on his Master’s big hairy chest locked away safely in his protective arms.  Before I drifted off I felt him kiss the top of my head and stroke my short hair.  It was the tender act of a man in love.    


Part III ~ Six Degrees of Separation

“No, no!  Who’s on first!  What’s on second! ~ Abbott & Costello

The next morning Master had my coveralls washed, dried, and got me caged and plugged.  We rode down the hill together, turned left on Sunset Blvd., he headed to town and me to work.  When I got to my turn off, Master Earl slowed and waved goodbye.  I waved back.  Sam was just getting out of his truck to open the gates to the lot and saw me wave.  Sam waved thinking the nice policeman was waving at him.  Then he got a funny look on his face, grinned real big at me, and drove on in.  Sam walked over to me with a big, knowing smirk on his face and asked,  “Well, Beau, is Officer Earl D. Shaw your new master?” he asked.  I damn near shit my pants, but I wasn’t going to let him get the better of me.

“Why, yes, Master Sam, he is, or at least, I hope to become his slave,” I replied.

“Glad to see he has someone special, especially someone as good hearted as you, Beau,” Sam said sincerely.

“Thank you, Master Sam.  I have to tell you I always suspected you might be a master and your nephew’s really your slave,” I said.

“Bright lad, but don’t call me master here, boy,” he warned.

“I understand completely, sir.  You know Master Earl, Sam?” I asked.

“Known and loved him for years.  We rode together for many years.  Have you been trained?” he asked.

“Not yet, sir.  My training starts in two weeks.  Master Earl isn’t officially my master, yet,” I lamented.

“You training under Jeb Henshaw?” Sam asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“Fine, man.  An excellent master.  The very best of the best.  He’ll whip your young ass into a good and useful slave.  That’s what you want, ain’t it, boy?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Yes, sir, most definitely,” I replied crisply.

“Has Master Earl made a claim for you yet?” he asked.

“Not yet, sir, I’m to be put on the market after training,” I replied.

“No problem, he can negotiate and be pretty sure of your purchase,” he said.

“I hope so, sir.  I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with him,” I said.

“What’s not to love?  You couldn’t a’ picked no finer master, Beau.  I’ll say this for you, you got good taste in men,” he said and grinned.

I took the assignment sheets from him and headed for the office.  He followed.  “Then you’ll be giving notice Monday?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, unless Master Jeb will allow me to work through training,” I replied.

“He probably won’t, if I know Jeb Henshaw.  It would take him much longer to train you.  Are you in a class or by yourself?” Sam asked.

“By myself, sir.  Master Jeb said I’ll be the last slave he trains,” I replied.

“Sorry to hear that.  He’s done so much for our family.  Over three hundred couples, masters and slaves have him to thank.  I bought my slave from him.  He’s finishing medical school at U.S.C.  My slave is going to support me in my old age,” Sam said, then he laughed like a master, and I had no doubts.

“Do you want me to speak to Jeb on your behalf, Son?  I’ll be happy to.  No, Goddamn it, I ain’t gonna’ give you the option.  I plan to talk with him today.  I don’t want to lose you.  You may not know it, but you’re pretty well thought of around here.  You’re the only one who’s ever made a real friend of Jake, and he was pretty miserable until you come along.  His work production has tripled and quadrupled since you’ve been friends with him.  He’s poured his knowledge into you and brought you along better than just pretty good.  He claims you’re the only man on the floor what only needs minimal supervision, and when he explains something you get it the first time.  Jake says once he's told you how to do something, he never has to tell you again.

"We’ve watched your knowledge grow and the quality of your work is exemplary.  We’ve never had a truck returned you worked on.  Ain’t no doubt in our mind you got a talent for mechanics, you’re motivated, and highly intelligent.  You got one of the best work ethics we’ve seen in an employee in years.  We’re quite proud of you, Beau.  So much so, Monday we’s gonna’ promote you to shop foreman.  I wasn’t gonna’ tell you until Monday because we we’re promoting Jake Monday morning as well.  We’re moving him up to management, and we’re promoting you to his job.  Have you told him you’re leaving?” Sam asked.

“No, sir, Sam, not yet.  I was gonna' tell him tomorrow.  Master Jeb told me to tell him the truth,” I replied.

“If Jeb ordered you to do it, don’t question it, Son, you damn well do it, understand?” Sam asked with a firm tone.

“I understand, sir,” I replied.

“Earl D. Shaw and I are close friends.  My boy and I stayed with him many nights after his slave Wes was killed.  Our family wouldn’t allow him to be alone for six months after Wes’ death.  He was waving at me, too, Son,” Sam said and laughed, “I’ll call him this evening and talk with him to see what he has in mind.  If he’ll let you come back to work after training maybe we can work something out.  We’ve invested too much in you to lose you, Beau, and likewise you’ve invested a hell of a lot in us.  Hell, you own a large portion of stock in the company.  ‘Ere ain’t no man out there on the floor who don’t like you and respect you with the exception of Tom, and he don’t like nobody... maybe his mirror.

"I don’t know what it’s gonna' do to Jake. “He’s been fucking you, ain’t he, boy?” Sam asked with a grin as wide as Texas.  I  blushed a deep red.  “That tells me all I need to know,” he said and laughed at me.  “Then he has become your dad and you’ve become his boy.  Couldn’t happen between a more decent pair of people, Beau.  I wondered when I saw that boot print on your butt, then it occurred to me, ‘Beau’s ass is plugged.  I’ll have to say that Texas two-step, bullshit-shuffle number you did on me was pretty damn good.  I laughed about that all the way home.  Jake worships you, Beau.  Kick you, of all people, in the butt?  I don’t think so.  Now, I could believe it if Tom came to me with a big ole boot print on his ass,” Sam said and we both laughed, "Sides that, the damn boot print was upside down,” he added.  We roared with laughter over that.

“Stand up, boy!” Sam ordered.  I immediately stood up, and he bent me over the desk.

“Damn, that’s a good size plug, Son, I’m proud of you.  That’s bigger'n the one my boy wears.  Does you good.  Reminds you of who owns that purdy little butthole.  So Big Daddy Jake likes to come around and fuck you with his big boot, huh?” Sam roared with laughter again. “God, you two... you’re a never ending source of amazement and amusement,” he said. He shook his head as he walked away.  “We didn’t have this conversation to Jake, understand?” he turned and said.

“Yes, sir, you have my word, sir.  And Sam... ?”

“Yes, Son?”

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.  You got family now, boy, you’re not alone anymore.  You only scratched the surface.  We’ll see you through this.  Don’t worry, leave the details to us.  Everything will work out, you’ll see.  Your training will be the most important thing in your life right now, and that’s all you should have to be concerned about.  It’s something you’ll never forget.  Your family will see to it you enjoy it and get through it without hassle.  Don’t be afraid of training.  My boy compares it to a religious experience.  He’s asked me several times if he could go through it again,” Sam said.

Dad walked in right after Sam walked out and asked what we were talking about.  “I’ll tell you later, dad, I’m a little late getting these assignment sheets finished.  You start on those, and I’ll finish these.  We worked in silence for a minute.  I turned to Jake and asked, “Jake, are you busy this afternoon?  This ain’t a come on, dad, I really need to talk to you about something, but if you're horny we can take care of that, too,” I said.

“When am I not, kid?” he asked and laughed. “I’m free this afternoon.  Sure I can stop by.  Anything wrong, Son?” he asked.

“Naw, dad, it’s good, so don’t worry all day, okay?” I assured him.

“All right, Son.  Come on, we’re finished here I’ll buy you a cup of coffee,” Jake said.

“Please, God, don’t let there be an earthquake now when he’s buying.  He may never offer again,” I said a prayer.  Dad poked me in the arm and laughed.

Dad Jake was busy all day helping the other guys.  I got my assignment done early and asked him for another.  Sam was standing nearby and commented,  “Wish’t, to hell, they’s all like Beau.  You should really be proud of your boy, Jake.  You taught him well.  He’s fast, knowledgeable, and responsible,” Sam complimented him.

I watched Jake’s big Italian chest swell with pride.  “Well, he ain’t really my son, but I damn sure feel like he is,” Jake replied.

Sam looked him in the eyes. “Then he is, Jake, enjoy it,” he said.

Sam let all of us go about fifteen minutes early.  We caught up on the work and there was little time left on the clock to assign and start another job.  Dad was in the apartment when I pulled into the garage.  I went in, and he brought another six pack.  He had two open for us.  I thanked him and told him he didn’t always have to buy beer.  Hell, we had some left over from Tuesday.  I never drink at home when I’m alone.

“Well, I didn’t know, Son, I thought the talk might require several beers,” he said.

“Well, it’s appreciated and it’s thoughtful, so thanks, dad,” I said.

“You know you’re welcome, Beau.”

“Dad?”

“Yes, Son?”

“Is my old man horny this afternoon?” I asked.

“Now, I wasn’t gonna’ say nothing,” he said.

“No, no, dad, you got me wrong.  I need this one.  Could you throw one of your very best, hardest, meanest, get-down-and-root-it-out, rough rider, fucks in my butt?  I really need it before we talk,” I said.  Jake looked at me funny.

“Sure, Son, I’ll be glad to take care of you.  Do you realize that’s the first time you asked me?” he asked.

“I know, dad, I just never wanted to push myself on you.  Humor me just this once, and I promise I’ll never be pushy again.  I’ll always let you take the lead,” I said.

“You got it, kid, you’re too good a man to deny when you’re in need.  I’ll shuck my clothes off, and you jump in the shower.  You got one hell of a fucking coming.  We’ll get you fucked good.  I’ll throw one of my four day fucks into ya.’  Have you got some old belts around here, boy?” he asked and smiled at me.

“Why, dad?”

“You might wanna’ strap your ass on tight so's it don’t fall off,” he said and laughed.

“That good, huh, dad?” I asked and laughed.

“Just find them damn belts.  Leave the fucking to your old man,” he insisted.

“That’s my old man I know and love.  Thanks, dad,” I said and laughed.

Dad was true to his word.  It was one hell of a bodacious fuck.  I swear the old man has my timing down pat.  He knows when I’m there and pushes me over the cliff shooting at me all the way down.  He’s started something new which drive me up a tree.  He gives me several extra vicious, long deep thrusts with his big salami after I’ve come to see if he can fuck some more come out of me.  Once in a while he does and he grins with pride.  Surprises the hell out of me every time.  My old man worked his ass off to make sure his boy got what he needed.

“Fuck, I’m not calling you dad anymore.  I’m gonna’ start calling you, Dr. Jake, the fix it man,” I said and laughed.

“Son, that was my best one to date.  Your old man knows when he’s done a good job,” he bragged.

“How’s that, dad?” I asked.

“That silly grin on your face stays there for several days," he said.  Jake chuckled and I laughed at him.  “Look, kid, I called home before I left work, and my wife’s going to her mother’s with the kids for a visit and won’t be back ‘til around eight.  So, whatever, we got time to talk,” he said.

“Gosh, that’s great, dad,” We remained on the bed together, Jake took me in his arms, and I lay my head on his big chest.

“Beau?”

“Yeah, dad?”

“Does fucking you make me a homo?”

“Do you think it does, dad?” I asked.

“Not when you call me dad,” he replied.

“Then you ain't a homo.  Your son is, but you ain't.  If I thought for a minute you thought I was trying to make you into one we wouldn’t be lying here.  You’re a hot blooded Italian man with raging hormones who would fuck a mountain lion if it stayed still long enough.  You just happened to find a comfortable hole you can relax in.  After all, you wanna’ do right by your boy don’t you?" I asked.

“Besides, how the hell am I gonna’ grow up and learn to fuck women if you don’t show me how its done, and done right, I might add.  Just think of me as a slow learner who you have to give repeated lessons.  I may be pretty good with mechanical things but I still ain’t got the insert tab A into slot B thing down yet,” I said and laughed.  I was trying to make light of his serious question.

“You know I was so proud of you when Sam said what he did today I could a’ popped a button,” he said.

“I thought for a minute you were gonna’ shit your pants,” I said and I fell out laughing.

“You better watch it, boy, or I’ll shove this big thing back up your butt and hurt you.  No, you know what?  As hard as I fucked you today, I’m convinced you can’t be hurt.  So much for that empty threat,” Jake declared and laughed.

“Look, dad, it’s time we talked, and I spill my guts.  I want you to listen to me all the way through, but if you don’t understand something stop me.  Try to understand what I am about to tell you is something I must do,” I said.

I started from the beginning and told him how disillusioned I was with the gay bars in L.A. and was seriously considering suicide until I met Master Jeb.  I went on and told my surrogate dad the whole thing from the beginning to where we are now.  He ask a couple of questions now and then but not much.  He listened intently.  When I was through I apologized for building this world of half truths he could relate to rather than the whole truth.

“So you see, dad, it was my new master who ordered me to tell you the truth so you might make your own decisions whether you want me in your life anymore.  I won’t blame you if you got pissed and walked out the door.  It’ ud hurt like a mother-fucker, but I wouldn’t blame you none,” I said.

“Not before I get a good blow job, slave,” he said and smiled knowingly.

“And so it shall be, my dad and master,” I said and knelt on the floor by the bed.

“Will I still be your dad and master?” Jake asked.

“As long as you need me to be, Master Jake,” I assured him.

“I can live with that.  It has a nice ring to it... Master Jake,” he mused to himself and smiled.

Jake told me he thought he understood.  To him there wasn’t much difference than if I told him I was a member of some way out religious cult.  This made a hell of a lot more sense to him than any religious cults and being sexually motivated he could understand it after knowing me and some of my needs.

“In a way, it’s very similar to straight marriage.  You take vows and agree to love, honor, and obey.  Then you get an old lady for a master,” he reasoned and laughed.  “You’re just getting an old man or dad.  I don’t know what you were so worried about?  Sounds pretty well thought out to me.  If your dad wants to train you for that role, all the better.  Can I come to your graduation?” he asked.

“Ask Master Jeb tomorrow, dad, he’ll probably say yes.  I’d be proud to have my dad give me away into slavery,” I replied.

Jake repeated something he said to me weeks ago.  “Beau, I’ll always be your old man.  You’ll always be my son.  We got too much invested in each other.  Nobody can take that away from us.  What dad worth a damn wouldn't want his son to have a good life?  I told you I hoped your other dad was good to you because you deserved a good man to serve.  That will never change.  However, I understand our roles may change.  I could really get into being one of your masters,” he said with a wicked grin.

“What do you mean, 'get into' old man?  You already are one of my masters.  The minute we get over here you start ordering me around.  I love it.  You snap your Gotdamn fingers at me and point to your dirty old boots with a shit eating grin on that big goom-bah face.  Who do you think’s been letting you get away with that shit and loving every minute of it?  Except now, you can develop the feeling it’s your right to do those things because I gave you the right.  You’ve earned the right with me.  You’ve become one of my masters, and I’ll bend my knees to kiss your boots anytime or any place with a snap of your fingers.  First and foremost, I will always think of you as my dad and should I come back to work there, I’ll work harder to make you even more proud of me,” I said.

“Damn, kid, I don’t know what I’m gonna’ do without you for three months, but if your new master will let me check in on you once't a week or so, that won’t be so bad,” Jake allowed.

“His door is open to you.  Why don’t you drive up to Mt. Washington and meet him.  He really wants to meet you.  I’m gonna’ go up there right after work tomorrow.  You could follow me up to see how to get there.  He told me not to eighty-six you out of my life.  If you were open enough, to bring you along.  Not into the heart of my world, well, hell, you know what I mean.”

“Let me think about it tonight.  Hell, no, boy, I don’t have to think about it, I’d love to meet the man.  From what you’ve told me about him he must be one hell of a man.”

“He is, dad.  Dad, could I ask a favor?” I asked.

“Anything, kid, you know it,” he replied.

“Could I store my roll-away in your garage until I get back to work?” I asked.

“Sure, kid, there’s plenty of room,” he replied.

“If anything should happen to me by accident everything in there is yours,” I said.

“Don’t talk that way, boy.  I’m still enough of a goom-bah I get superstitious.  All that religious mumbo-jumbo scares the crap out of me,” he said.

“Just so’s you’s understands me ‘eh, dad,” I did in my best Brooklyn accent.

“So basically nothings changed between you and me, except now, I got a little more power over you, huh?  I wanna’ test it,” he said.  He stood up off the bed, snapped his fingers at his boots, and I hit the floor on my knees.  I started immediately cleaning one.  I got halfway through and he just took one finger and put it on a spot I missed.  Yep, my dad was well on his way to becoming a master.  After I cleaned everything I took his hand and kissed the back of it.

“Thank you master for letting me clean your boots,” I said.

“You did a passable job, slave, but you ain’t through yet.” He lay back on the bed and raised his boots in the air so I could see his beautiful hairy hole, snapped his fingers, and pointed to it.  Damn, he did like me sucking his ass the other night.  My tongue got hard and I was cleaning his tasty hole faster that lightening strikes.  He dropped his legs over my shoulders to rest them as I was kneeling by the side of the bed.  His big heavy boots rested on my back and felt wonderful.  He reached down with both his hands and spread his ass cheeks inviting me to his banquet.  I cleaned everything off the surface and knew he wanted the inside cleaned, too.  Thus began our eucharist.  Eating and cleaning out my old man.

He tasted wonderful, and the more carried away I got, the more crazy he became.  He kept writhing on the leather sheet with my tongue so far up his hole his sphincter was clamping around it.  It made it easier for me to get the best stuff way up in there, and with my thumbs I got a little better grip on his muscle, slowly pried it apart as my tongue slid in another half inch and I could lick, clean and get sweet bits of my dad with the strongest flavors yet.  My tongue was so far up his wonderful hole I could taste his essence.  Damn, my dad had a good flavor.  It was musky and masculine just like his healthy body smelled after a hard days work at the shop.  I was really enjoying myself when he hit his climax and his sphincter clamped down so hard on my tongue it pulled another half inch into his butt.  His rectal spasms tried to bite my tongue off.  My dad and new master dropped his load while his slave was cleaning him.  He started laughing.  I slowly started to withdraw.

“Damn, kid, I thought I enjoyed it the other time you gimme’ a blow-job but not like that.  That was frick'n wonderful.  'At's one door you should a' never opened.  Now I know what a treat your tounge can be, you’ll be doing a lot more of that, so fasten your seat belt,” he said with enthusiasm.

“Thank you, Master Jake, for letting me clean you out, sir.  Now may I clean your gizz off you, sir?” I asked like a good slave.

“Sure slave, that’s what your for, right?  Get on it, and make sure you do a good job.  You do a good job I just might let you gimme' a blow-job,” he said and grinned.

“Thank you, Master Jake, I’d appreciate that,” I replied. I really put my all into cleaning him.

“Damn, slave boy, I could sure get use to this action,” he said.

“I want you to, sir.  You deserve to be served by a good slave,” I encouraged him.

“I know I will be when you serve me, slave.  Damn, you got all my come lapped up already?  Let your old man rest for a minute, drink his beer, and you can suck some good hot Italian sauce right out of the hose.  You know, when you first came to the shop I rode you pretty damn hard.  You never whined or argued about a job I gave you to do.  I have to be honest, I couldn’t believe you were for real.  I  kept giving you shit jobs thinking you’d break, but you always did what I ask without question or comment.  Did a damn good job every time.  I began to think to myself, maybe I got this kid all wrong.  Maybe I’ll show him a few things and see how he does.  Damn, I couldn’t believe it, you were like a duck to water.  As fast as I’d show you something you had it, and I never had to tell you again.

Them other assholes down there, aawh, don’t even let me get me started on them.  As much shit as I threw at you, you always had a friendly come back.  I could never hurt your feelings.  If I called you an asshole you’d say, ‘You’re right, dad, I am, I’ll try to do better.’  How could anybody continue to be mean to you?  My point in all this is, I just realized you gimme’ that power from the beginning when I was a total stranger to you.  You turned the power I had over you into affection and caring for you.  You knew you would eventually win me over and you did.  I concede, Son.  You won my respect and my heart.  Slave or no, master or no, I was serious the other night.  I do think on you as my son.  I raised you at that job.  You grew up there under my guidance.  Like I told you before no one can ever take that away from us,” Jake said.
 
“Thanks, dad, you know I feel the same.  I didn’t set you up to win.  I hoped in time you’d change your mind.  I thought of myself as your slave then, too, and walked around with a hard-on for you every time you barked at me,” I said.  Dad Jake looked at me seriously for a moment then just roared with laughter.

“Knowing you now, Beau, I know it happened just that way, but I never knew.  How funny is that?” he asked and laughed.  I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and gargled with Listerine.  I came back into the room and dad was stroking his big cock with a smile on his face.  I knew something was coming.  He just snapped his fingers and pointed to his fat shaft.  I was determined to give him the blow-job of his dreams.  Dad was in for a big surprise.  He was working on his fourth beer.  I knew he was going to have to relieve himself before much longer, and I wanted it.  I started licking on his cock.

“Dad, I could service you so much better if you sat on the edge of the bed,” I said.

He threw his legs over the edge.  “The things I don’t do for you slave, but if it’s gonna’ get me the best blow-job you got, here it is,” he said.

“Thank you, Master Jake, I’ll make it worth your while, and Master Jake, if you have to relieve yourself after you come, I’d sure love to have your recycled beer,” I said.  I worried it might set him back but not my dad.

“If my boy wants it, he gets it,” Jake said in a determined voice.

I started working on him, but he decided to stand.  That was even better for me as it was easier to work him down my throat.  I was getting my throat really relaxed.  The next thing I knew he grabbed the back of my head and was using my face like another fuck hole.  I was loving every inch of it.  He kept taking deeper strokes, and I opened up my throat to take as much as he wanted to give me.

“I ain’t gonna’ come, slave, until those pubs are slamming against your lips, boy,” he growled at me.  He sped up his thrust and my throat became more open to him as I relaxed.  He got a better grip on the back of my head, and I knew he was going for it.  One more big lunge and my mouth was slamming against his pubes.  I tried to form my lips to kiss them around his fat shaft.  He saw what I was trying to do, and it pushed his come button.  He gave me about five more good, fast, hard lunges, took his cock all the way out, held it for a moment.

“You want your master’s come, slave?” he yelled at me.

“Yes, sir!” I exclaimed.  It was all I got out before he slammed his big piece of meat down my throat to dock his big Italian sausage.  His pubes were crushing my lips.  I felt his spasm coming and felt the heat in my throat as his come was shooting way back down my gut.  I flexed my throat to milk his shaft as it seemed to get fatter.  He bent over me, rubbed my head with both his big rough hands, and kissed the top of my head as he continued to empty into my gut.

“Pretty damn good blow-job, slave-boy.  Now, you just relax and stay hooked up, and you’re gonna’ get what you need,” he said.
 
He no more said the words when I felt the hot gush of his recycled beer.  He pissed and pissed.  I had my hands at my belly and felt it begin to expand.  My belly felt hot from his man piss he was expelling.  He stopped and withdrew for a minute. “I’ve got quite a bit more, Son, you sure you want anymore?” he asked.

“Gimme’ all you got, Master Jake,” I said.  I wanted to taste it but my master had other ideas.

“No, I want you all the way on it, boy,” he barked.  He put both hands behind my head and pulled forward.  His semi-flaccid cock shot down my throat and just in time to feel his hot flow begin again.  Damn, he did have quite a bit more and my old belly was ballooning.  Finally he finished and pulled himself out.

“Please, Master Jake, don’t you have a little left for my mouth so's I can taste your fine piss?” I asked like a needy child.

“I think I can help you out, slave,” he replied as he slapped the big head of his cock on my tongue.  I lightly closed my lips around it and got a big mouthful.  He stopped and I swallowed a bit at a time.  It tasted lightly of beer and a strong Master Jake flavor that tasted like his healthy body.  He gave me another and said that was all he had.  He withdrew and watched me hold it and swallow it a little and a time.  Him watching me and me swallowing his piss in front of him was too erotic.  With my last swallow I shot my load on the floor getting some on his big boots.

“We can't have that!  That just won’t do, slave, get down there and get that off my boots,” he ordered.  I immediately cleaned them and made love to them.  Then dad ordered me stand up.  I did and he looked at me smiling.  “You all right, Son?” he asked.  Jake was my caring dad again.

“Thank you for giving me what I asked for, sad.  You don’t know how much I needed it,” I said.

“You know I’d walk through fire for you, kid.  I know it sounds crazy, but it don’t seem unnatural for you to take my piss.  If it’s what you want, if it’s what you need, it turns me on to give it to you like you wouldn’t believe.  Glad you like it.  I won’t waste it anymore,” he said.

I turned around, took his hands and put them under to the sides of my belly.  “Feel that, dad,” I said.

“Damn that’s all from me?” he asked.

“Now shake it, Dad,” I urged him.

He shook and heard his piss slosh around in my belly.  “Motherfucker, that’s hot.  The next time we work late together...” he said pointing his finger at me and shook his head.

“Be happy to, dad,” I said.

“Son, it’s getting late.  Can I jump in your shower?” he asked.

“My master don’t have to ask, sir,” I replied.

“I gotta’ get use to it, Son, gimme’ time,” he said and grinned.

“We have a life time, dad.  Don’t use soap,” I warned him.

“No soap,” he replied.


End Chapter 8 ~ The Ties That Bind
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