THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

   Chapter10 ~ Mt. Washington Rough Riders

Part I ~ Safe Harbor

“He can not lasso the moon for you,
my devoted slave-boy man-child.
But it’s quite the only thing, I think,
your master can not do.”
From: Canto 32 ~ Slave Songs  ~ W. D. Dux


I was quiet all through dinner.  Masters Jeb and Jim had things to talk about that thankfully didn’t include me.  My heart was in my throat, and it became difficult to swallow.  I kept remembering dad’s words to me in the dungeon, but I couldn’t sort out their full meaning.  I was wallowing in a morass of uncertainty, self-doubt, and pity.  I was glad when they finished eating and continued talking as I cleared the table.  I was still nude except for my plug and chastity harness.  The two men got up from the table, but they were still carrying on their conversation.  I finished in the kitchen and was walking through to the living room.  A giant hand grabbed me and pulled my backside up against his front.  Big Jim put both arms around my front and pulled me tightly against him as if it was the most natural thing he might do.  He crossed his huge hands flat on my belly and above the harness as he and Master Jeb continued their conversation as if I wasn’t there.  I didn’t resist, I relaxed, and melted into Big Jim’s arms.

I didn’t expected Big Jim’s spontaneous action, but it seemed to be what I needed at the moment.  Aside from being a small act of affection, he never failed to turn me on.  His clean, overpowering, masculine smell was incredible.  I felt safe and sheltered in his big arms.  Did he know?  Was he reaching out because he was concerned and felt my depression from my confusion?  Why question good fortune?  For the moment nothing could touch me.  I was comfortable.  My cock cage was strained to the max with his enormous hot hands holding my belly pulling me closer into him.  Their conversation stopped and Big Jim asked Master Jeb, “Why is our slave still wearing this chastity harness?  It serves no purpose.”

“You were the one who put it on him and instructed him to wear it.  I didn’t wish to countermand your order,” Master Jeb replied.

“May I have the key, Jeb?” Master Jeb took the key from around his neck and handed it to Big Jim.  He unlocked the harness and gently removed it.  My hard cock stood straight up.  “There boy, you look much better without that damn thing.  Your cock and balls are too pretty not to swing free, at least, until a master might wish to have them removed,” he added like a nail to the cross.  I thought it particularly cold and insensitive of him and wondered if he might mean his words as a metaphor for Master Earl.  I was no longer afraid of such talk after understanding why I must surrender even those to my master.

“If my future master requires them to be removed for whatever reason, if I have willingly signed his contract it will give him the right.  I won’t question him or need an explanation for his decision.  By signing his contract, I will give him that right.  To do otherwise means I haven’t agreed to become his total slave,” I said.  Big Jim knew I got his message and didn't respond right away.  He was carefully considering his answer.

“Well, now, that’s a hundred and eighty degree come around, slave,” Master Jim said with some surprise.

“Yes, sir, I understand, Master, but I’ve learned some things and have begun to understand the passion involved in total commitment.  I think I’m beginning to grow and accept some ideas which frightened me before.  I never understood the passion such a commitment might require.  I want to know that passion and experience the commitment of bonding with a master on that level.  I never was one to go into anything halfway.  I have you and Master Jeb to thank for sharing your experiences and ideas with me.  It’s helped me arrived at this new perspective.  I’m no longer afraid to make the commitment.  The concept doesn’t frighten me as much.  It still concerns me, but it doesn’t cripple me with fear,” I replied.

Master Jim reached down and kissed me on my neck behind my ear as if to congratulate me and give me encouragement for reaching these new found truths.  He began to rub my belly and reached down with his huge paw to grab my cock and balls and gently pull on them.  I submitted to him and pressed my body back into his.

“Beau, you will stay the evening with Jim,” Master Jeb ordered, “I have some work to do in my office and need to get to bed early.  I need some rest and with you as a temptation, I might not get any.  Humor your old master and spend the evening with number two.  You obey him this evening,” he ordered as he grabbed me away from Master Jim, hugged me, and kissed me behind the ear.  “I’m not sure what happened in the dungeon this afternoon, Jake left without saying much, and you’ve been quiet all evening.  I know you too well by now, Son.  Talk to Jim,” he said, then whispered, “That’s not a request, slave, that’s an order.  There can be no secrets around here.  You have become a valuable member of our family.  We care and we expect you to care enough about yourself to share these things with us.  You must learn to share the bad with the good.  I know without asking, you understand,” he said.

“Yes, Master Jeb, I’ll obey, and thank you, sir,” I replied.

Master Jeb winked at me and headed for his office.  Master Jim gathered me in his arms as I threw mine around his thick neck and held on.  He headed upstairs to his room.  “C’moan, pretty slave boy, I got just the torture to take your mind off your troubles,” he said.

“And, what might that be, Master Jim?” I asked quietly as I reached up to kiss him on his cheek.

“Having to make love to me,” he said quietly.

I couldn’t speak.  He dislodged the huge lump in my throat, and it was coming out my tear ducts as he threw both of us across his huge giant size bed.  He held me close and tenderly kissed me on the forehead and the top of my head.  I used his massive chest as a rock to unload my confusion.  I let it all out.  The big man didn’t stop me.  He was there to comfort, understand, and urge me to let it go, and get it all out.  Whether I wanted to talk or not he was there.  As my confusion began to clear, my soul kept feeding on the generosity of his gentle spirit.  This man truly was a giant among men.  My hurt began to change to acceptance and admiration for this man who seemed so sadly alone in the world.  'Why?' I asked myself.  He could have any sub of his choice from any typical leather bar.  They would worship at his feet as I wanted to do every time I was around him.

Once again I found myself poised on his event horizon as my heart inched ever closer to the point of no return, the point where I knew I couldn’t pull back from his attraction.  I knew, for me, there was no escape from the powerful vortex of his love.  It consumed me, my love, my soul, my being, not even allowing the light of my spirit to escape its pull.  I didn’t step across, I leaped across.  There are worse ways to go.  I wanted to make love with this giant, but how could I have feelings so strong for him if I truly gave my all to Master Earl?  Was the universe testing me?

“Jim,” I dropped the role of slave to make a strong point and let it float for a moment, “I ain’t stopped loving you.  I will always love you even if we’re apart.  You’ll always be my master.  I know talk’s cheap, but believe me when I tell you, if fate finds us together someday, I’ll gladly sign your contract fully expecting to lose every thing the next day, if it’s what you really want.  That’s how much I love you.  I would have no problem surrendering my cock and balls if it meant I could be with you and serve you for the rest of my life.  It would be a small price to pay for your love,” I said from the honesty of my heart.  He hugged me to him.

“Sometimes I hurt real bad, Beau, thinking about you.  I know it’s my fault for not throwing a rope around yore’ pretty little butt the first time I saw you.  You knew I fell in love with you the minute I walked through that door.  That’s why you asked me that question.  I wasn’t honest with you and you knew it.  I don’t blame you for being pissed.  You gave yourself to me honestly, you opened your heart to me.  I saw it, I knew it, I should have returned it, but I didn’t.  You’re right, the telegram was too little, too late, but I had to try.

“I should’ve rode my bike over to your place, broke the Goddamn door down, took you in my arms, fucked you 'til you spoke in tongues, claimed you as my own, and told Jeb to go fuck himself.  Don’t think I didn’t think about it.  I was so fucking angry at myself for letting you ride away that evening without telling you the truth.  Then I thought.  ‘Hell, that’ud scare the crap out a’ the kid.’  I probably should’ve stood up to Jeb and told him how I felt.  I might’ve been able to change his mind, but I didn’t.  You thought I didn’t care enough about you to fight for you.  I realize it appeared that way, but you don’t know some things about Jeb and me that precluded me from confronting him.

"Someday, I may tell you but until then you have to trust me when I tell you I couldn’t.  I pray to whatever intelligence there is in the universe every night Jeb knows what he’s doing,‘cause lying here next to you like this, with you in my arms, it’s hard for me to have faith in him anymore.  I shouldn’t put this on you, it’s not your fault.  I’ll tell you one thing, but it must go no further.  Jeb is walking a thin line with my patience.  It damn well may cost him my friendship.  My first impulse was to throw my shit on my bike and disappear for six months.  Jeb would never question my actions, but he would know why I did it.  I’ve done it so many times he’s come to accept my leaving on short notice when I feel uncomfortable and I need to escape a bad situation or need to run away without confrontation, but I couldn’t this time.

“Why didn’t I?  I kept thinking about you, and I realized running away wasn’t going to solve anything.  Besides, Jeb needs me right now more than he wants to admit and more than you know.  He’s not a well man.  Then something told me you were going to need me to protect you from something, and I had to stay.  I don’t know what, but the message was strong and clear.  The only thing keeping me around is you, the chance to set things right, and maybe get a little of your love during training.  I don’t think Jeb knows how I really feel about you.  I was going to go through the motions of helping Jeb train you, keeping my feelings to myself, hoping for any crumbs you might throw my way.

"For a big man, I ain't real bright sometimes.  I’m clumsy, and I wear my heart on my sleeve.  I tell myself I’m not gonna' let you know how I feel, ‘cause it’ll only confuse you and undermine Jeb plans.  Then, when I see you, when you walk past me, when I smell your scent, when I see you hurting, I can’t help myself.  I want to hold you in my arms until whatever’s bothering you goes away and I see you smile again.  I’ve never felt that way about anyone, not even Scout.  I loved Scout and always will.  I couldn’t wish for a better partner, but he had a place I was never allowed to touch.  I never knew why.  Even though I took his cock and balls, I never had all of him.  He tried.  There was something damaged in him that my love couldn’t repair, and my inability to reach him made me feel like a failure.

“When I barked at you I didn’t believe in love anymore, that was why.  I got love from Scout but only as much as he could give and still feel safe.  It was not necessarily what I needed.  That’s why he finally decided to give me his cock and balls.  He knew he was holding back.  The guilt, plus the fact he wanted to love me made him decide to give them to me.  I would’ve never required them if he returned half the love I felt for him.  His gift went a long way to bridge the gap, but it didn’t make things much better in the long run.  Our love took on a new direction, but it never was complete.  As he lay dying in my arms, he apologized for his inability to love love me the way he knew I wanted him to love me, and he told me, if he could, he would see to it one day I would meet the person who would bring to me what I needed in one complete package.  The first time I saw you, I foolishly got it in my head it might be you.  That’s what prompted me to be so bold that day.  I guess it wasn’t meant to be, otherwise it would’ve worked out for us.”

I knew in my heart I had to make love with this man and somehow I wouldn’t be betraying my love for Master Earl.  I began to realize I loved them equally but differently.  Was that a cop-out, a fence on which to hang my guilt?  All I knew at that moment was, I was his and according to Master Jeb, my ass wasn’t tied to an anchor yet.  I got myself together and looked in his giant eyes.  They were so big I could see my own distorted face reflected in them.  I reached up to him, gently kissed him, and spoke in a soft voice.  “I’m sorry for both of us it’s turned out this way, Master Jim.  I’m committed to a good master who I’ve fallen in love with, but I still have this huge hole in my heart that only you can fill.  I’m, sometimes, totally confused.  I wonder what it would be like to serve both of you if we lived together.  It couldn’t happen because Master Earl is an unapologetic, one on one, master.  Master Jim, you told me your bed was always open to me while I’m here, provided I had Master Jeb’s approval.  Did you mean it?” I asked.

“Of course I did, I didn’t make that offer lightly, it’s from the bottom of my heart,” he replied.

“Then let’s make the most of the time we have with each other.  Let’s don’t play games.  Let’s don’t hide our feelings.  I’ll never turn away from you if you need me.  When the end of my training comes we both know I’ll be sold.  I have no guarantee I’ll be sold to Master Earl.  I may be bought by some other master; however, my point is, since we feel the same, let’s share as much love as we can until the inevitable occurs.  If it should happen, I’m sold to someone else, then I’ll have to leave behind two masters whom I love very much.  I’ll have to learn to love my new master.  That’s assuming he’ll even want my love; however, I will sign any master’s contract, unconditionally, who might purchase me.  The totality of my passion must extend to any master who finds me worthy enough to be his slave.

"I’ll do it because I would never go into this thinking any master who thought enough of me to make the highest bid wouldn’t be worthy of my love.  I’d do my damnedest to love him and win his love.  In our new spirit of honesty and openness let me say, I love you more than I want to admit.  I’ve held back from you because of the things you already mentioned.  Being a master, I felt it was your place to declare your love or make a claim for me.  I felt if I did express my true feelings you might think I was trying to trap you.   If it's true what you and Master Jeb say about me being a, so called, butch-bottom it’s not something I could live with.  You knew what I felt that Sunday evening you gave me that bullshit about a master winning all the time.  I laid my heart on the line, but you didn’t toss me a crumb.  The telegram was nice, but it only confused me further; however, when I came over here I found myself being drawn to you like light to a black hole.

"I was frustrated, confused, and most of all angry you have that power over me, but you wouldn’t give me the slightest hope.  You used me for sex every time I visited while keeping me at arm’s length.  I’m trying to be a good slave, but as a master and Master Jeb’s friend, I couldn’t say ‘no’ to you.  Compounded by the fact, I can’t be around you longer than five minutes and my damn ass starts dripping.  I’d leave here more confused and hurt than ever, but I’m here, now, in your arms.  I feel safe and loved for the first time in our relationship.  It’s a feeling I’ve dreamed about.  I offer myself and my unconditional love to be your total slave while I’m in this house.  If you feel it would please you to administer the torture you mentioned earlier, I couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful, but please, consider a promise to your slave, sir,” I said.

“And, what would that be, slave?” Jim asked.

“No matter how your slave begs or cries for you to stop, you’ll ignore his pleas and do as you will with him, as long as you have needs.  Your slave needs for you to take from him what you need,” I said.

“I give you my word, slave.  Now, kiss yore’ old man,” Big Jim growled.

Master Jim, a huge man, a giant, who could crush me with one hand, made the sweetest love to me any man could give or take from another.  He knew where my heart was and floated it upon his big soul to give it comfort from its confusion of the evening.  I kept hearing voices in my head that whispered, ‘one day, not today, not tomorrow, but one day.’  Then, a voice asked, ‘... and would you sign his contract, without clause, knowing, without a doubt, he would claim your manhood for his own as soon as the ink dried upon the paper?’  My answer to that voice?  “In a heartbeat.”

To my surprise Master Jim moved his head down to my crotch and took all of my proud eight down his throat.  He is the only man in my life to ever do what he did next.  With my dick as far down his throat as he could get it, he stuffed my balls into his mouth with the rest of me and gently began to gnaw around the base of my cock and balls.  He clamped his teeth and pulled up and back as if he was waiting for me to give him the word.

In my fantasy, he would relieve me of them and simply spit them out into a waiting stainless steel pan, his huge maw dripping with my blood like a vampire who just drank his dinner.  The third time he pulled on them with his teeth, I told him I couldn’t take another.  Then my fantasy saw him kissing me with his bloody mouth so I could taste the controlled violence of his action from my own blood and fluids.  He knew I was close and pulled on them again with his teeth tightly clamped.

I shot a huge load down his throat.  He sucked, swallowed, and moaned as he felt my male fluids hit the back of his throat and began to slide slowly down toward his stomach.  He sucked and pulled even harder until I started to move my hand to my groin.  He caught both hands easily and held them to my side as he made my back arch.  I was literally hanging from his massive jaws.  He bounced me once, twice, and I felt the third time I would lose them.  Fuck it.  I didn’t care, I wanted to lose them.  I wanted him to take them, to say,  'There, I just bit your Goddamn cock and balls off.  Who owns you now, slave?'  I heard myself yell to him, “Take them, Master Ox, they’re yours.”  I no sooner got that out when he bounced me for the third time, and I felt a rumble in my gut.

Another load, traveling at lightening speed, up through my heart and soul, and somehow shot out my cock to almost drown my giant with the largest load of come I think I ever spewed forth.  He immediately lowered me to the bed, released my hands, and collapsed on top of me with his mouth still stuffed with slave genitals, gently sucking and gnawing the last seeds from me as my body twitched and spasmed from his efforts.  I moved my hands and gently rubbed his beautiful, smooth bald head.

It was such an emotional climax I was drained.  Tears came to my eyes and started running down my face.  I wasn’t crying, they just came.  Every other thing on my body came, why not my eyes?  It was one of the most emotional climaxes of my life.  It sure didn’t do much to quell the raging fire I had in my heart for the giant.  He finally released me and looked at my tear stained face.  He got a concerned look on his face, and I laughed.

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” I assured him, “I can’t deny I wanted you to.  I guess I’m learning to trust you.  God, Master Jim, could I have another twelve hours of your torture?” I aked with a grin.

“That’s just a warm up, slave.  For my next torture I’ll place you on top of my totem pole and forbid you to slide down,” he replied.

“That’s not torture, Master, that’s cruel and unusual punishment,” I said.

“Think so, huh?  Well, what would you say if I ordered you to fuck me?” he asked.

“You’re my master, and if you need it from me, you’ll get the best fucking I can give you, no questions asked,” I replied.

“That’s not quite what I had in mind, slave, although you get an A plus for attitude.  A slave should be willing to satisfy any sexual need a master might have.  What I had in mind is you sitting on my horse and fuck'n me with your ass until you get me off,” he said.

“Do I have to audition or do I get the job?” I asked.

“Depends...” he grinned.

“On what, Master?” I asked.

“Remember them old Republic Westerns where the cowboy hero comes out of a second story window, walks across the roof, drops down into the saddle of his pony, then rides away?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, my favorite was Rocky Allan Lane.  He played Red Ryder for a while.  A young Bobby Blake played ‘Little Beaver.’  Rocky Allan Lane, God, what a man.  I used to dream about being his Little Beaver, never knowing at the time what the slang term “beaver” meant.  When I found out I thought, why not?  I think I see where this is going.  If I do my best Bronco Lane impersonation, slamming his considerably fuckable ass down onto your saddle from a second story, I might get the job?”

“It all depends on your mount, slave.  Remember this is Hollywood, Tinsel Town, where movie magic happens everyday.  You want the job, you play the part,” he continued his challenge.

“Master, after witnessing your last scene, I’d kill to be in another one of your productions.  Especially, one that has such promise to deliver a fulfilling climax in the end,” I said and laughed at my own joke, “As the credits role, do we ride off into the sunset side by side?” I asked.

“Not in this picture, unfortunately.  Talk’s cheap, slave.  Let’s see some action.  My old cayuse is a’ waitin,’ cowpoke.  You get extra points for a half-gainer but first, be a good slave and help your old man off with his leathers.  Tonight, I’m going to see if you deserve to be Red Ryder’s ‘Little Beaver,’ he replied.  By the way, Lane happens to be an old bike ridin’ buddy of mine.  He’s an older man now but still fit, fine looking, and randy as a shoat.”

I moved to my knees in front of the big man.  “Uh, Master Jim?” I asked.

“Okay, go ahead, you can have ‘em.  How could I deny you anything?  I’ve seen those hungry side glances at my boots.  I’ve watched your mouth water.  I can smell your body craving what you need.  You think this bumbling old giant don’t know the soul of a slave?  My real pain is I won’t be the one to give you what you need.  That’s not to slight Earl.  He will give you more than you need,” Big Jim assured me.

With his permission I fell to my knees like a beggar to a feast and began to clean his huge boots.  I’m sure they weren’t cleaned since I last worked on them, and once again I felt bad because this man truly needed someone to take care of him.  I desperately wanted it to be me.  With my frustration of the situation, my heart aching, my tears started again but helpfully added moisture I needed to do a good job.  He didn’t miss a thing and when he was satisfied, he reached down and pulled me to him.  “You do love me, don’t you, Beau?” the big man ask wistfully.

“Of course I do, you big ox.  I have from the first night I laid eyes on you and you took me to the dungeon.  You could’ve talked me out of my cock and balls that night if you only told me you wanted me.  If you went to Jeb and said, ‘Let’s talk about this.’ I know, I know, you have your reasons;  however, I didn't know at the time and rode away with a broken heart.  Now my heart is breaking cleaning your boots.  I’m frustrated, knowing you’re too good a man not to have someone care for you and be your slave.  Yes, I would give up my cock and balls to get the job, still would,” I said.

I moved around with my back to him, grabbed one of his huge boots up between my crotch, locked it between my legs, my butt plug, cock and balls resting on the cool leather.  Big Jim took his other boot, gently put it against my ass, and began to push.  Slowly his big boot began to come off.  I grabbed it and held it to my face.  I locked the other boot between my legs.  I became drunk with the smell of him and the inside of his boots.  Unless you’re a boot lover, top or bottom, you won’t understand the erotic stimulus.  Suffice to say the temptation of smell or taste a man's boots has been known to bring many a boot slave to their knees.  This wonderful natural resource was going wasted.  If I could just find a way to bottle it, poppers might never be used again.  Master Jim bent me over his knee, with a towel in hand, and unplugged me.  Then, he gently cleaned around my hole.

“May I have a heart to heart with your old stallion, Master?  He needs some sweet slave loving before he disappears into the darkness where the sun don't shine,” I said

“I’m sure he would appreciate a little TLC right now.  He’s been as neglected as my boots.  I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if Little Beaver kissed him a few times to make him good and stiff for mounting your little butt,” Master Jim said.

I moved down to his crotch and was surprised to find him rock hard.  Our fantasy talk and my cleaning his boots was doing a number on him.  I could just imagine the feel of his huge cock in my ass even as I kissed it, made love to it, and slathered it good with my spit.  Bronco Lane may have possessed a fuckable ass, but he never landed on a horse this size.  He would’ve walked bow legged for a month.  I was enjoying making love to his horse when I felt a giant hand at my back door.  I moved so he could get a better feel.  I felt him feel around my rosebud then gently push with one finger.

I heard Master Jim laugh.  “Okay, slave, your ass is going to start dripping on the bed in a few seconds.  You’re ripe, hit it!” he ordered.  I got on my knees straddling him and positioned the big head of his cock at my back door.  Spreading my ass cheeks with my hands, I took a deep breath, and slid down his fire pole like I was answering a five alarm call.  I actually heard my ass go ‘whump’ against his crotch and my balls bounced against his crotch.  My master sucked in his breath like he didn’t expect such a fast mount.  “Son of a bitch.  That was one hell of a mount, cowboy.  Send the rest of them wanna-bes home.  You tell 'em a real cowboy done got the job.

"Okay, little beaver, show me how good a wrangler you are.  You ride my old cayuse for a while for pleasure, stretch yourself, get your little ass broke to my saddle and settle in for a good ride.  You ride my horse until there’s no fight left in your ass.  I want it like the wide open spaces, free to take all of me.  Let me into your secret place, that part every slave boy reserves for his special master; a place where only men who know how to demand it and take it away from you ever get to visit.  When I feel it, you’ve take me there, and you’re giving me the good stuff, I’ll let you know when it’s time to ride my old cayuse to the barn.  Then don’t spare the leather, buckaroo,” he growled.

“Yes, sir, Babe.  I promise, I won’t let you down.”

“Babe?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.  That first night we were together,” I explained as I took a couple of good long strokes on his shaft, "you told me you were going to split my ass like Paul Bunyan with a big ax,” I explained.

“Yeah, I remember that--- oouu shit--- that feels good, boy.  Hit that spot again.  Ah yes, that’s it, a little longer on the stroke.  Damn that’s fine, boy.  There’s some good fucking in that little ass,” he commented.

“Once you shoved it in, I thought, 'Paul Bunyan’s ax, hell, it’s his Goddamned giant blue ox,'" I told him.

“Oh, that Babe," he said.

“Yes, sir, ever since I’ve thought of your cock as my giant blue ox, ‘ Babe.’  The way it feels right now, Master, it wasn’t a misnomer and, you’ll have to admit you have been a bit ‘blue’ lately.”  I looked into his steel gray eyes and saw he was touched by my words.  I took another three or four good swift strokes, pulled almost off, and slammed my ass back down on him hard.  Fuck, he felt good and I was in a mood to fuck.

“Hunker down on Babe, Little Beaver, and let your old giant blue ox make a little love to you,” he commanded.

“Yes, sir, Master,” I replied.

I shoved my ass all the way to the base of his big shaft to park it as deep in me as I could, then leaned forward as he enfolded me in his huge hairy arms to hold me in a kiss.  We kissed passionately and deeply for sometime, and I began to move on him.  I began to take small strokes, then longer and deeper ones as we continued our embraced.  I finally broke from him.  “I love you, Babe, but little beaver’s got a job to do, and he’s gonna’ convince his master he hired the right cowboy for the job,” I bragged.

I began my ride Babe, my giant ox.  God, it felt good to have him in my body again.  He felt like he belonged inside of me.  It was as if my ass was the perfect sheath for his hard penis.  I began to think how our relationship was beginning to bloom into one of mutual joy and appreciation for each other.  Big Jim became my animal.  Not a pet.  He was a wild, untameable, hairy beast.  He was my giant blue ox who could only be controlled by the magic in my ass to calm his savage beast.  Even then, I knew, the best of the beast would not only find comfort in my ass, but would defy all laws of nature to claim it as his own.  Then, I would gladly give up my pseudo-superior status as wise ape and be consumed by his desire to possess his bliss.  I was ready to be nothing more than a seed catcher for my ox.  I was literally willing to work my ass off to gain that humble, but in my mind, exalted position.

I must have been pleasuring him right as he offered neither criticism nor suggestions as to speed, stroke, or depth.  His eyes were closed, but his head moved slowly from side to side.  I noticed certain strokes I made while riding him, longer, deeper would cause him to drool from the corners of his mouth, causing him to raise his huge arm across his mouth to wipe it away.  He moaned a deep throaty sound, almost an animal growl that traveled from his chest to his cock and deep into my hungry ass.  The sound would build until I thought I was going to come from the vibration alone.  I wasn’t about to come until I felt my giant, blue ox begin his flow of animal seed deep within my ass.  I tried to imagine riding him without my cock and balls.  I felt my ass working on his huge cock doing my best to give it pleasure, and I thought, ‘It might not be so bad, I would adjust, and eventually adjust to the idea my only purpose in life is to live for his sexual pleasure and comfort.’

Hell, I waswilling to do it now even with my cock and balls.  I could imagine his sexual needs quickly becoming my needs.  What would it matter if I had a cock or not?  I could imagine worse lives.  I threw everything I had into my ride.  I knew this ride was not going to be a trip around the maypole.  I was going to have to put out some righteous ass fucking to get this monster to give up its prize.  I knew the feeling he needed from past fucks, but I didn’t want to give it up to him right away.  Shit, I was having too much fun riding his big bull prick feeling his full heavy balls slapping against my ass hard on each downward thrust.  The harder the stroke, the harder they bounced on the mattress and slammed back against my ass.  I didn’t have any need to rush.  I was in the fucking seat.

I could fuck myself as hard as I wanted and as fast as I wanted.  I think he was a little surprised at a few of the hard slams I made on his cock.  Each one was guaranteed to make him drool.  Finally, I had enough and wanted to feel my cock shoot while riding his.  I began a good, steady rhythm and rode him relentlessly, knowing after about five minutes of good hard riding I was going to relax my ass completely and let him into my inner sanctum.  I repositioned myself and started another good long stroke, fast rhythm run.  I started at a good pace and built and built, then suddenly relaxed my hole completely.  He immediately felt it and responded.  “Oh, God, Little Beaver, ride that fucking big, bull ox to the barn.  Ride it on home, boy,” he yelled.

I wasn’t going to let him down.  I hunkered my ass down on his cock and had to admit, he demanded and was getting a fuck, the likes of which I never had any man take from me let alone give myself.  He was raw enough, man enough, and downright master enough to demand it of his slave.  By God, I was one fucking slave who was going to make damn sure my master got what he demanded.  He was getting the best stuff, as he called it.  He arched his back to receive my thrusts as deeply as possible to enjoy the fullness of his rise to climax, and then, I felt his flow begin.  I yelled my question to him, if I could have his permission to get mine?

“Get it, cowboy,  you beat the eight second buzzer,” he yelled back, “Oh, God, you’re gonna’ get it all, Son, every fucking bit of it.  Ride that big son of a bitch, cowboy.  Don’t let that bull buck you off.  Ride that motherfucker down  hard, Son.  Give your master the best your little butt has to offer.  Harder, boy.  Damn.  Damn.  Damn.  ‘At’s it!  ‘At’s it!” he exclaimed.

I rode him faster and harder than a pony express rider late with the mail, slapping leather on his pony to ride his hardest, ride his bravest for his delivery.  He felt my ass spasm on his big bull shaft as he raised his hips higher to meet my ass lunges to give me all he could.  I watched his eyes glaze over then roll back into his head, with his mouth open, and saliva started flying everywhere.  I could feel him pumping his second load, his unconscious load, his animal load I named it, to join the other bull load in my gut.  I had his loads and Dad Jake’s in me.  I was full of hot, man come.  I was satisfied.  I worked my ass hard for his last load, and was damn proud to hold both in my gut.

All that come in my ass over the last month was beginning to take its toll.  I was never able to grow a full beard or mustache before.  Now I was getting five o’clock shadows at three in the afternoon.  My voice deepened, and I was growing a lot of new hair on my chest.  I could swear my damn dick was a little larger.  I knew my balls were hanging lower.  I could feel them banging around in my coveralls.  That’s the only thing I’d hate if my master removed them.  They sort of give me my own masculine identity.  Nevertheless, if my new master, no matter who it might be, wanted them removed, he wouldn’t be questioned.

“Thank you, Master, for letting me ride your giant, blue ox.  Your slave needed to give you that fucking to prove how much he loves you, and God as my witness, Master, I do,” I said a little breathless.

“Well, Little Beaver, you’ve won my heart for the second time.  To say nothing of a large load of ox gizz you got on deposit in your seed catcher.  No more games.  I won’t hold back my love anymore, and after that good fucking, I trust you won’t either,” Jim replied.

“You’re right, Master.  Let’s take every opportunity to share our love whenever we can.  We know how the future is going to play out, but I don’t wanna' give you up right now.  I know I’ll eventually have to, but we can get in some damn fine lovin’ ‘til then,” I said.

“I agree,” Big Jim continued, “I know I’ve lost you due to my own stupidity, but at least I can enjoy your love through the training period.  Maybe it won’t be so hard knowing we’ll part with love for each other.  Another thing, Beau, I’m not the least bit jealous of your love for Earl.  I’m remorseful it couldn’t be me, but if you truly love someone you want them to be happy with the best person you might imagine.  Earl is the man for you.  I know he’ll be the master who will give you more than you could imagine, and that man will love you as much as any man could.

"I could already see the spark in him when he dropped by the other afternoon.  There’s no doubt, he is a man in love.  His whole person glows with a new aura.  I’ve always found him an attractive man, somewhat distant and quiet, not someone I would seek out to be close friends with until the other day when I saw a master in bloom.  I’ll have to say his new persona made old Babe start to drip.  You’re responsible for that, and I would never stand in the way or beg you to reconsider.  Just let me love you while we have the time together, I’ll go my way, and not ask for more,” Big Jim said.

“Well, my big oxen master, how could I deny you something I need and want myself.  I think I might be growing up, Master.  I won’t deny the love I have for Master Earl, but neither will I deny the love I have for you.  I just thank God we had this evening together and dropped our fences.  I knew you cared about me, but I never thought it was as much as I cared for you.”

“Come, slave boy, let’s take us to the shower.  Then I’ll bring you back to bed and drown you with my love,” Jim said wiping away some of his saliva from my face.

“I couldn’t think of a better way to go, Master.  I would humbly submit to more of your torture.  The last couple hours have been pretty damn fine,” I said and  laughed as we headed for the shower.

Ever take a shower with a giant?  Ever tried to clean one?  Well, not much of the water gets on you.  The top of my head came to just about Big Jim’s pecs.  I’m five eleven and he has to be a foot and a half taller.  Standing flat footed my mouth is the perfect height to rap my lips around his huge brown nipples.  I could suck on those damn things by the hour.  It’s a challenge to clean a giant.  There’s just so damn much to wash.  It’s like trying to wash a Mack truck.  He had to sit down in the shower so I could reach the top.  He let me stick my finger up his butt to clean him out; it turned him on, too.

Ah, but when you get to wash old Babe, I defy any normal man not to want to take a hit off it.  So, I did and ended up with the big giant, ox prick up my boy butt again.  Man, my giant is a fuck machine.  I got fucked the third time that evening and shot one more time myself.  I was exhausted.  By the time the big fellow got me washed off and toweled dry, he had to carry me to his bed.  The last thing I remember was him kissing me all over and turning my head to meet his full mouth for one last deep kiss.  Then, the lights went out.  I woke once during the night in his massive arms and wiggled loose to move to his crotch. 

There, I found the sleeping bull, took his head in my mouth, and fell back to sleep.  I awoke the next morning with something filling my mouth.  The sleeping bull awakened.  I felt a huge paw lightly caress my head.  I gently sucked the head sticking my tongue in his piss slit.  We lay together and I felt my master slowly but patiently working a little down my throat.  Oh, God, he wants to give me his morning piss.  I relaxed and took a little.  I sucked and massaged and felt him feed me a bit more.  I immediately took some more until I knew it was far enough I didn’t have to swallow.  I reached behind each of his ass cheeks, pulled just a bit more down my throat, and gently squeezed his right cheek to let him know I was ready to receive.

“It’s strong morning piss, Son, you sure you want it?”  I just squeezed a little harder again. “That’s why I love you, boy, you know how to please a master.  You should want his piss whenever you can get it, and I’m beginning to believe you love mine.  Here it comes, boy.”

Damn, it was hot and fine, as he began filling my belly.  He was right.  It was strong and flavorful, but I didn’t get to taste much, only drops of it as I withdrew and licked him clean.  We got up and I help him dress, putting his huge boots right in my crotch as he pretended it took him a little more effort and had to press pretty hard on my cock and balls to get them on.  I loved him for that.  It felt good.  Jeb hollered to us breakfast was on the table.  We descended the stairs talking and laughing with each other.

“God, you two remind me of two prepubescent school boys who just discovered jacking each other off,” Master Jeb declared.

“Well, let’s say we re-discovered it,”  Master Jim tossed off laughing.  I laughed, too.

“Actually, that’s good to see for both of you.  You look like you got some things off your minds last night, and I see Jim didn’t have to go to the head this morning.”  I blushed and Master Jim winked at me, as Master Jeb threw back his head in laughter.

“Good for you, Jim.  You’re training the boy right.  Well done.  You’re right, Jim, he does look better without the harness.  If you order him not to jack off, he won’t.  I'm getting to know Beau,” Jeb said.

“You mean, Little Beaver?” Master Jim laughed.

“Little Beaver, huh?  I suppose that makes you Red Ryder?” Master Jeb said raising an eyebrow.

“Nope!  I’m Babe, the giant blue ox.”

“As in Paul Bunyan’s, Babe?” Jeb asked.

“The very same,” Big Jim replied.

“Fits!  Both of them.  Yep, the names fit,” Master Jeb declared.  We shared a laugh.

The telephone rang.  Master Jeb went into his office to answer.  I couldn’t hear his conversation as Master Jim and I were engaged in conversation.  He came back in the kitchen as we were finishing our coffee.  “That was Jake,” he said.  I turned white, “He wanted to come by for a few minutes to see you, Beau, and I told him it would be all right.  Did you talk with Jim last night?”

“He told me a little about what happened, but I didn’t think it was so bad it couldn’t be repaired,” Master Jim lied to Jeb and winked at me behind Jeb’s back.  Well, he didn't lie.  We did actually talk with each other, just not about Jake.

“Maybe it’s best if he comes by, and the two of you can clear the air,” said Master Jeb, “You want to share with me what happened, Beau?” he asked.

“Well, Master, as I told Master Jim, I’m not really sure.  It was as if he didn’t know whether he wanted to be my master or my dad.  We had the best sex we ever had, but he seemed distant and withdrawn.  He talked to me about his feelings being hurt having to find out about my medals from Sam.  He made me feel bad and guilty, but I swear to you and Master Jim, I didn't tell him because I just never thought about it.  I tried to explain to him I put Vietnam behind me and that included them damn medals.   He left without saying much, and I felt devastated, like I betrayed him or something,” I said.

“I think he may feel bad, Beau, and wants to set things right between you,” Master Jeb said.

“I feel the same, Beau,” Master Jim said softly grabbing my hand.

“Should I throw on some clothes, Master?” I asked Master Jeb.

“What do you think, Jim?” Master Jeb deferred to Big Jim.

“Look in the hall closet, Beau, we got about ten guest bathrobes for visitors.  Grab one.  That should do,” he said.  I went to the closet and found one that looked like it might fit and put it on.

“That’s good, thanks, Jim,” Master Jeb said.  The doorbell rang and Master Jeb went to answer.  I was nervous as a cat.  I don’t know why.  I guess my guilt and my love for Jake were at odds with each other.  Master Jeb returned with dad who saw me and smiled.  I smiled back and nodded.

“Do you want to be alone, Jake?  You two can head for the dungeon or my office,” Master Jeb offered.

“No, thanks, Master Jeb, what I have to say to Beau I need to say in front of you.  Come here, Son,” he said gently.  He held his arms out to me, and I went to him.

Jake started crying.  I held him and tried to comfort him.  “It’s all right, dad, don’t cry, I love you,” I said.

He got himself together.  “No, Beau, it ain't all right.  I was an asshole last night, and it’s a side of me I’ve worked hard to leave behind.  You didn’t deserve the guilt trip I laid on you.  I know you too well by now and know damn well you didn’t mean to slight me.  Listen, Son, you only deserve my love.  I lost perspective with the master thing, and I realized, I don’t want to be your master, I’ll settle for being your dad,” he said.

“Actually, I’d rather have you as my dad.  Jake, you mean the world to me and I  don’t want to think of you as just another one of my masters.  You’re special to me; you're my dad, they’re not.  That don’t mean I won’t obey my old man's commands or wishes as if he were one.  I’ve learned a lesson as well.  I won’t ever refer to you as master again, you’re my dad,” I said.

Jake grabbed me and did something he’d never done before.  In front of Master Jeb and Jim, he kissed me dead on the mouth.  What did I do?  I giggled.  I held him close and said to him in a low voice, every word, one at a time, to make a strong point, “Don’t– ever– do– that– again.”  I grinned and winked at him.  We all laughed.

“Sounds like he's your son to me, Jake,” Master Jeb said, “Only a real son would tell his dad that.”

“It’s fine with me.  It’s what I wanted to hear.  I promise, I won’t ever do it again, but you got my meaning,” he grinned.

“Loud and clear, dad,” I confirmed.

“Coffee, Jake?” Master Jeb asked.

“I’ll have a cup, then I gotta' run.  I’m sorry to interrupt your morning, but this was bothering me too much.  I had to tell Beau how sorry I was his dad was a major asshole,” he said.

“No problem, glad you came by.  Those things don’t need to sit around and fester in people,” Jeb replied.

“Dad, you haven’t met Master Jim.  Jake Raggazzi— Jim Johnson,” I said.  The two men shook hands.

“Jim must be the giant you’ve been telling me about?  You didn’t lie about his size.   I wouldn’t wanna’ piss him off,”Jake said.  We laughed.

“I just call him Babe,” I said winking at Big Jim.

Dad stayed for his one cup of coffee and then had to leave.  I saw him to the door, and we hugged again. “Thanks for understanding and forgiving this old asshole, Beau,” Jake said.

“You know I love you, dad,” I said.

“I love you, too, Son,” he replied.

I felt on top of the world.  My relief was obvious to my two masters.  They commented I was glowing.  I helped clean the table and put things away.  I was glad to get the bathrobe off.  “Master Jeb, if you don’t have anything for me to do in the next few minutes I would ask your permission to talk with Master Jim about some things,” I said.

“Go ahead, I’ve nothing planned for awhile.  Later this afternoon, we need to sit down and talk, and I’d like Jim to join us if you’ll ask him for me.  Another thing, you don’t have to ask my permission to go to Jim for anything while you’re in this house.  His door is always open to you, and I expect you to take advantage of it.  I know you understand,” he said and winked at me.  The old Devil knew what was going on.  I ran up the stairs and gently knocked on Master Jim’s door.
 
“Come in, boy,” he said.  I walked in and saw him in the chair he was in last night looking out the window.

This time I didn’t hold back.  I moved to my knees in front of him, kissed each one of his big boots, hugged my face up against them, and held his legs tight.  "This is what you need, Master, someone who will worship at your feet.  Master, your slave loves you and will no longer withhold anything from you,” I said.

He smiled down at me.  “Get up here in my lap, Little Beaver, and let your big ox pet you for a while.”  I did as he ordered.  He brushed his lips against my cheek and ran his paws over me bringing old eight straight to attention.  “I must have some effect on you, Son?  Feel that,” he ordered as he moved my hand to his crotch.  Old Babe was rock hard.  “You got something on your mind you need to talk about?" he asked.

“Yes, sir, but first, thanks for covering my butt at breakfast.  I owe you a blow job,” I replied.

“Throw in an ox ride and we’re even,” Jim said.
 
“You got it, Master.  Anyway, I was wondering about something and didn’t want to ask Master Jeb, although I’m sure he would tell me.  I’d trust your opinion about this more than his right now,” I said.

“What would that be, pretty slave-boy?" he asked.

“You knew Wes really well because he was your nephew.  Did Master Jeb share with you my relationship with Wes?” he asked.

“Yeah, I know most of it.  You were lovers in Nam.  You save his life and six other guys.  Because of that you received one of your medals,” Big Jim said.

“Yes, sir, but did you ever have an opportunity to examine Wes after his operation?” I asked.

“Sure.  Earl left him with Jeb and me many weekends when he had some police thing to attend and couldn’t take Wes with him.  I asked Earl’s permission to try him out.  Wes was so quiet most of the time I never knew he wanted to try me on.  I remember really getting into it and we shared some pretty hot sex.  He was a damn fine fuck and came every time like clockwork the same time I did.  I understood why Earl liked it so much.  It was fun to eat out afterward, too.  That would really torture Wes and send him ‘round the bend,” Big Jim said and smiled.

“So, would you say you liked it as much as fucking ass?” I asked.

“Damn fine, in some ways better.  Since his dick was sliced down the middle and inverted to create an artificial vigina, when his internal erection occurred it would make the channel smaller, tighter until it was like a fist clamped around your cock, and it took a hell of a lot of lubricant to keep a smooth fucking motion.  I’ve had Allen, too, if that’s your next question,” he said.

“I just heard about Allen from Billy and Oscar,” I said.

“I think I see where this is going.  If a Master might want to remove everything would it be bad to ask if he would consider making it into another hole?  At one time I would have said ‘no.’  A man should remain a man even though he gives up his genitals for his master.  Now, I don’t feel that way.  Wes and Allen remained very masculine men.  They weren’t changed into women just because they had an extra hole to fuck.  They didn’t do any female hormone therapy and retained their testicles in their body cavity.  It became just another male fuck hole with them and everyone who went with them never treated them as if they were women.  They were men having unusual sex with other men.

“If I was your master and you asked me to consider your request, knowing you were going to lose them, I would really have to think about it, but I very probably would grant your request.  I know Earl loved it.  Wes used to complain his ass didn’t get much attention after the operation.  Wes’ was better than Allen’s, but Allen was so damn small I never thought he could hold all of me.  Surprised the hell out of me.  Took it all and begged for more.  Now, knowing you and your need to give, it would be the perfect change for you, if and only if, your master was going to have everything removed anyway,” Master Jim allowed.

“If it should happen, that you and I might one day be together would you consider that request if I asked?” I asked.

“Well, that would presume I wanted to have your cock and balls removed.  I might not want that for you.  I’ve changed my mind about a lot of things since I fell in love with you, Beau.  If you signed a contract with me giving me the power, why would I arbitrarily want to use it?  I took Scout’s because I thought it was something he really needed to give me, because he felt he was holding back.  I thought at the time it would be the answer we were both looking for.  It helped, but it wasn’t the answer.  If you asked to have a change because it was something you felt you truly wanted and needed to do for me, I would consider it.  I’m not saying I would allow it, I’m just saying I might consider it.  I’ll tell you this, Beau, on principle alone, I wouldn’t take on another slave unless he signed my unconditional contract.

"I’ve come to feel the same as Jeb, Earl, and now you, that it’s part of a passionate commitment I demand of a salve.  It won’t be explained.  It won’t be open for discussion.  If a man agrees to become my slave he will understand my demands or be thoroughly warned not to affix his name to the dotted line.  There ain’t a lot of men out there willing to do it.  I know you would.  I somehow knew the day I first met you, you had within you the depth of passion to understand the necessity of such a commitment and would do it for me.  It’s like you said last night, you wouldn’t be totally committed to being a slave if you didn’t.  I need that commitment, and I won’t apologize for it.  Does that answer your question, Son?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.  You think much the same way as Master Earl.  I never considered the passion behind such a commitment until he eloquently explained how he felt about it the other evening to Billy, Oscar, and me.  I wanted to ask if it would seem insincere for a slave who has committed himself to whatever his master requires to request that consideration or would it seem like he was trying to get out of his original commitment?” I asked.

“I suppose it would depend on the master.  For a slave to ask a master to consider anything is neither inappropriate nor impolite if requested respectfully and with humility.  His master doesn’t have to grant the consideration and may not if its been discussed many times before and the slave knows how his master feels.  I know several masters out there who won’t bid on a slave unless he agrees to sign an unchallenged contract.  If they win the bid, the slave won’t see the inside of his new home before a trip to the cutter.  Many masters consider a slave doesn’t fully become a slave and give them total control until his genitals have been removed.  Then, they're carefully trained, cared for by their master and learn their only sexual need is to be of service to their master.  Some of the strongest bonds I’ve ever known between master and slave have been those where the master has his slave neutered right from the start.  That way, there was never any question or struggle for dominance.

“The slave’s loss is a constant reminder of who is in control and why he must obey.  He will be slowly conditioned to learn his only sexual purpose is to please his master.  Master/slave relationships are rampant in the outlaw biker crowd.  Mostly between two men, but sometime a woman will sub for a man.  In many of the more rough clubs, there’s no training or being led gently into a alternate lifestyle.  I know one huge outlaw biker named Beryl.  He’s the head of our family.  He’s gonna’ love you.  He and I go back a long way.  He’s a fine man.  You think I’m big?  He’s almost a foot taller than me and out weighs me by about fifty pounds.  His cock, soft, is close to fourteen inches and two and a half around.  There aren’t many women who can take him.  He was straight ‘til he found one little man who could take all of him.  He jumped the fence and never looked back.

“One day, he lost his little buddy in a bad bike accident.  As usual, the driver of the bike walked away with scratches, but his little partner was killed instantly.  Beryl was devastated and didn’t even think about another partner, male or female, for three or four years.  Then one fine day a good looking, strapping, hunk of a man joined the group from another outlaw club.  He'd only been back from Nam a little over a year and walked with a slight limp, but it didn't stop him from being a overly confident, full of himself; he was a cocky mother-fucker.  He was straight arrow and didn’t mind letting everyone know.  He was a real heart-breaker with the ladies.  He had a beautiful body, a good size cock, and knew how to talk some shit.  He rode a new good looking old lady on the back of his bike every other month.

“After Scout died I rode with Beryl a lot.  We sort of leaned on each other in our unspoken grief.  I noticed Beryl giving this handsome man the eye, but he never said anything.  I caught him checking out the guy’s ass every time he was around.  Beryl would look up to see me grin at him.  He’d laugh and shake his head like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  Beryl and I found ourselves alone one evening.  We were relaxing and shooting the shit, pulling on a bottle of Wild Turkey I bought in town.  Beryl knew I preferred men in a master/slave relationship and began to ask me a few questions.  I didn’t realize Beryl’s relationship to little Jimmy was master/slave.  To my surprise he opened up to me about his little buddy, and I think it was the first time he talked with anyone about him since Jimmy was killed.

"I could tell it was eating Beryl up to talk about it, but it was something he needed to get out.  I guess he thought I was someone who would understand, and  be a good listener.  Well, hell, we’d grown close with each other like brothers; nothing sexual, but we rode together for months.  He told the story of picking up this kid, Jimmy, hitchhiking on a back road in Texas.  He told the kid he would give him a ride, but he could only take what he could carry in his pockets and roll in a blanket to fit behind him on the bike.  Beryl told him the boy he had a big dick.  He said he told the kid he'd let him ride with him, but Beryl planned to fuck him regularly for his keep.  If he agreed to it, he could ride as his buddy, or if not, Beryl would take him anywhere he wanted to go.

“Beryl said the kid’s lip began to tremble, and he thought he was going to cry.  He told Beryl his step-daddy fucked him viciously.  He was rough with him, and tore the kid’s sphincter so bad he had to wear wads of toilet paper to keep from bleeding through to his levis.  He dropped his jeans right there on the side of the black top, turned, and bent over so Beryl could see the damage.  Jimmy explained that was why he was hitchhiking.  He was running away from home because his step-dad hurt him really bad.  He thanked Beryl for stopping for him, but he graciously declined his offer.  Beryl was devastated.  He could see the massive amounts of blood soaked tissue, and he could actually see the ripped flesh of the young man’s ass.

“Beryl stopped his engine, got off his bike, took the kid in his arms, held him, and cried with him.  He wouldn’t let the boy go, and the more he held him and cried, the more the boy didn’t want Beryl to let him go.  He knew the big man would never hurt him.  Beryl promised the boy, if he would ride with him, he would have his ass taken care of by a doctor, and he would nurse him back to health.  Furthermore, while Jimmy was with him, no man would ever hurt him again.  After he was healed Beryl would fuck him, but he would be gentle, teach him how to take him, and how to provide Beryl with a good fuck.  Beryl promised he would never hurt him.  He told the kid he would soon learn to love having Beryl inside of him.

“The kid agreed, and Beryl kept his word.  He didn’t even attempt to take the boy until almost six months after he was thoroughly convinced the muscle the doctor skillfully stitched up was fully healed.  By that time, the kid fell head over heels in love with Beryl, and cried each night, begging Beryl to take him.  Beryl would check his little hole every week or so to see how it was mending.  Beryl won the kid’s heart with his gentleness and caring.  When Beryl would probe him with a large well greased finger the kid would go crazy trying to prove to Beryl he was ready to take his cock.  Beryl would remove his finger, hold the boy make love to him, but tell him he wasn’t ready yet.  Beryl would let him know when he felt he was ready.  When he found out the kid wouldn’t be eighteen for another four months, Beryl postponed his grand opening until his eighteenth birthday.

“It was part of Beryl’s conditioning the boy to become his slave.  By withholding himself he was instilling in the kid a hungriness that could only be sated by Beryl’s love and attention.  He wanted the boy to not only want him, but to physically crave him sexually.  He was going to see to it the kid wanted him as bad as Beryl needed him.  The kid fell more and more in love with Beryl.  Beryl slowly and patiently worked with the boy.  Taught him to clean himself and how to make love to a man.  He couldn’t get enough of Beryl’s cock and would do anything for his new dad.  All Beryl had to do was snap his fingers and the kid obeyed, not out of fear, but the deepest love and respect.  According to Beryl, never once in the eight years they rode together did the kid ever question anything Beryl told him to do.

“Beryl would loan him out to his buddies, but only the ones Beryl knew wouldn’t hurt or abuse the kid.  If they just wanted a blow job or a good hot piece of boy butt they came to Beryl.  Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t free.  Beryl made damn good money off the kid, and after he got broken in to pleasing a man, he was in big demand.  Beryl was a proud papa.  He made sure he fucked the kid and made love to him at least once a day.  He wasn’t about to let one of the scoot trash ride off with his treasure.  The kid was literally in hog heaven.  It may have seemed to the outside world the kid was just a whore to the bikers, but that wasn’t so.  Beryl was his undisputed owner, master, papa, and lover.

“The other guys treated the kid like a little brother.  He had a huge family who also happened to be the roughest, meanest son’s of bitches normal society considered them to be.  They would court him and buy him little trinkets to get special sexual favors from him.  They took care of him, and he took care of them.  You’ve never seen a more sad group of men than the three clubs who attended his funeral.  They got roaring drunk and raised all kinds of hell in their grief for themselves and Beryl.  That was four years before and now Beryl was letting it all out.  I held him long into the night until the big man just couldn’t cry anymore and got the hiccups.  Something snapped in Beryl that night.

"The next afternoon, he patted the new biker, Blaine, on his butt and asked him when he could drop by his tent.  Beryl told him he wanted to fuck him.  Blaine went postal and was going to take Beryl on.  Beryl just laughed at the kid.  When he complained, the other bikers just laughed and told Blaine, “You better borrow your old lady’s douche bag, Son, clean out your shit-chute real good, grease up 'at pretty little butthole of yorn and be ready for Big Beryl when he comes a’ knockin,’ ‘cause if’n Big Beryl wants a piece of yore' ass he’s gonna’ get it.  Ain’t nothing you can do about it.”  They further goaded him by telling him, “Beryl’s old dick is so big, once he gets it all the way in ya,’ we can jack-off Beryl from the part that’ll be stick’n out chore’ mouth.”  Then they’d laugh like hell.  That only added fuel to the fire.

"Blaine came by our campfire that night, yelled at Beryl, he didn’t appreciate his advances, and if he knew what was good for him he wouldn’t try anything.  Beryl just looked up at Blaine and spoke softly but convincingly, “You know, young man, I know what’s good for me, and believe it or not, I know what’s best for you.  And what's gonna' be good for me is you, and what's best for you is me.  You don't realize yet, it but you need me.  With time you'll come to accept it as what's right for you.  You need to give up this wild life you be living chasing cunt and ride with a man what can give you what chore' look'n for, what you want, and what you need.  And, what you need is to be controlled by a strong man who will provide you with some discipline in yore' life.  You need a man what won't accept 'no' for an answer and is big enough to make you submit to his will; a man what will require you to give your life to him as his slave, to become his property to please him in every way.

“Among other things, that will include giving your fine young body up to him however he chooses to use you.  Above all, you need a man with a big cock what will fuck yore' butt until you hear the angel's sing.  That’s when you'll relax that good looking, tight little ass of yours, I'll ease my big dick way up inside you, show you how much love this old man can give you and how good he can make you feel.  That sweet little butt of yours needs a man what knows how to give it the deep, intensive lovin’ it needs.  Them biker sluts you been ride'n ain't no future for you.  I done watched you.  After you fuck one a' them skags two or three times you's tired of 'em and dump 'em to find yourself another.

"They ain't satisfying yore' deepest itch, Son, and you know it.  If'n they did you wouldn't drink s'damn much.  Loose women, hard liquor, and fast bikes are a lethal combination, Son.  You won't be alive in another year.  I seen too many young men just like you die young never fulling any purpose in life.  You also know in yore' heart what you really need is a big man with a big cock fucking you gentle and deep in that fine little ass or yorn.  You need to be weaned away from them biker whores you been fuck'n, and fortunately for you, I'm just the man what can do it.  You need a strong determined man what will yank you up by the short hairs and give you a new direction.

"Now, you got just about the prettiest damn ass I seen on a man in a long time.  It’s much too pretty for you not to be sharing it with an old man who could be give’n you the love you need.  You’re wasting your ass and your time fucking them broads.  I seen the way you treat 'em.  You don’t give a shit about none of ‘em.  Listen to me carefully, Son.  I done took a shine to you, boy.  I done made up my mind, I'm gonna' start your traning pert-damn quick.  You's  gonna’ get fucked whether you like it or not.  I’d rather you like it so’s it won’t be so hard the next time I come a’ knocking on your back door, but mark my word you will get fucked.  You’ll get fucked until you learn to like it, and then, you’ll crawl on yore' hands and knees and pay homage to my dirty old boots, clean 'em up real good for me with yore' tongue, and beg me for more of my big cock.  I’ve pretty much decided I’m gonna' make you my slave,” Beryl said.

“That was enough to embarrass the crap out of Blaine.  He pulled a knife and lunged for Beryl.  I never seen a big man move so fast in my life.  He threw Blaine to the ground, placed one big boot in his back, and the other on the hand that held the knife.  He leaned over, took the knife from Blaine, and told him if he moved he’d break his back.  He used the knife to slit a hole in the ass of Blaine’s Wranglers.  Beryl spit on his huge fingers, found Blaine’s hole, and began to gently play with it.  Blaine was calling him a fucking queer, cocksuck’n pervert, and every other name he could think of.  Beryl ignored him and  just kept on fingering his hole.  Every now and then, he’d spit on his fingers.  He kept getting more and more of his fingers inside Blaine.  A big crowd began to gathered to see what the ruckus was all about.

“Someone handed Beryl some axle grease, and he began to apply it to Blaine's butthole.  By now, Blaine cursed all he could and lay there as four of Beryl’s buddy’s took hold of Blaine’s hands and legs so Beryl could concentrate on what he was doing.  He talked to Blaine softly and told him how much better his ass was gonna’ feel with Beryl’s big dick way up inside him, and he needed Blaine to raise his ass just a little so’s he could fuck him a little deeper with his fingers.  Blaine told him to go fuck himself.  Beryl assured him it wasn’t his own ass he was interested in fucking.  Blaine could either raise his ass for him or Beryl was going to climb on and fuck him in front of the whole camp.  Blaine thought about it for a while, and I watched as he slowly raised his ass so Beryl could fuck him deeper.

"That was Blaine’s first introduction to slave conditioning.  He was being controlled.  He was embarrassed and humiliated, but he was totally sexually stimulated.  Beryl continued talking to him gently.  He told him how pleased he was with him and he thought Blaine was a quick study.  He was sure Blaine would be a fine fuck when Beryl got him broken in, and he’d make a great slave for Beryl.  Beryl assured him they’d be through in a minute, but Beryl wanted to see him fuck back with his ass on his fingers.  He wanted to see how good he could use his ass.  By that time Blaine new better than to say no, and began to fuck back with his butt.  The other guys in the camp were laughing and hooting at Blaine getting into having his ass played with.

“Blaine’s current old Lady came around to see what was going on.  She saw Blaine humping Beryl’s hand, got a look of disgust on her face, and walked away.  Beryl worked Blaine’s ass and coaxed him until Blaine really seemed to be getting into fucking Beryl’s fingers pretty damn good.  Beryl was finally satisfied for the evening and told his buddies to let Blaine up.  Blaine sprang to his feet, and took a swing at Beryl calling him everything but a nice man.  Beryl sidestepped the swing, and grabbed Blaine around both arms and held him tight up against his massive chest.  Blaine was trapped.  He couldn’t move.  He couldn’t get away from Beryl’s vice-like grip.

"Beryl looked down at Blaine and spoke softly in a controlled, determined, but gentle voice. “If it was so bad for you, Son, what’s that hard thing between your legs poking me in the belly?  I can make it a lot harder than that for you when you got all of me way up in you filling your belly and I’m making some real sweet man-love to you.  I promise to show you physical pleasure you can only dream about.  Your little ass will grow so used to my big prick up there, you’ll feel cheated and cry if'n don't give it all to you.  You'll tell me you's afraid I don't love you no more if'n you ain't got every last inch inside you.

"You’ll slowly but surely come to realize you were born to love me, and provide me with your comfort as my good little slave-boy.  I’ll become your master, and you’ll be proud to be owned by an old man who was good enough, strong enough, and loved you enough to take it away from you and make you his.  Then, you won’t be throwing your life away on them cunts no more, because your master won't allow it.  Your only purpose in life will be to pleasure your old man and see to his comfort.  You’ll be serving it up hot to your old man, ever’ night,  lovin’ every inch he sees fit to give you, and you'll beg me for more.  Yeah, you’re gonna’ love being old Beryl’s butt-fuck slave-boy."

"Beryl kissed him hard on the mouth.  There was a hush that fell over the campsite, so quiet you could hear the horned toads fucking.  Blaine squirmed and tried to fight his way out of the big man’s embrace, but Beryl just held him tight and kissed him harder.  There was no escaping Big Beryl’s arms or affections.  Mouths dropped open as Blaine suddenly stopped struggling, melted in the big man’s arms, and slowly began to kiss him back.  Beryl released his grip on him, Blaine threw both arms around the big man’s bull neck, and tried to crawl down his throat.

"Beryl put his arms around Blaine, gently pulling him into him again, and they remained in a solid embrace until someone mentioned running for a bucket of cold water.  Blaine started crying.  Beryl held him, kissed him, and soothed him for hours telling Blaine the worst part was over; once Blaine accepted his fate the rest would follow naturally.  That night Blaine got fucked by his new master for the first time, and Blaine didn't want Beryl to stop until he had every inch of his huge cock inside him.  Blaine kicked his old lady out next morning and moved in with Beryl that day.  No one said a word.  They just accepted it, and were happy for both.  No man ever said a snide word to Blaine.  Many congratulated him and told him he was riding with the best.

“But Blaine had his problems.  He was used to being a rounder.  Old habits die hard.  One of his worst offenses was sneaking off to fuck some new broad who everyone in camp would be lusting for.  Blaine was so drop dead good looking women would throw their panties away for him.  Beryl would find out about it and talk to Blaine telling him he was now his slave and he couldn't be fucking women anymore.  He was Beryl's slave and he wouldn't allow it.  His only goal in life was to satisfy Beryl.  If Blaine was the only person for Beryl, he damn well expected to be the only person for Blaine and further more, since he was Beryl's slave he would obey his master or else.

"It got so bad Beryl told him the next time he caught Blaine fucking a woman he was going to have his cock and balls removed.  Blaine thought Beryl was bluffing, a blow-hard, and just threatening Blaine to get him to dance to Beryl's tune.  Blaine fucked his last biker broad and found himself strapped to an operating table in Mexico twenty-four hours later.  Big Beryl told him he had a choice.  Beryl was either going to have everything removed in one operation, or the Mexican doctors would build him a cunt.  It would take several complicated operations and a year of more to complete, but the choice was his.

“Blaine asked if Beryl planned to keep him for his slave?  Beryl assured him that was why he was having it done so Blaine would remain his slave and wouldn't cheat on him no more.  Blaine opted for the cunt.  It took a number of operations to complete.  The surgeons built Blain a custom cunt to fit Big Beryl's enormous penis.  It turned out great for Beryl.  Finally, he had a cunt which was big enough to hold all of him.  To everyone’s surprise Blaine wore his new cunt with pride as a sign of his love for Beryl and his master’s love for him.  Blaine seemed to love and respect Beryl even more for having the balls to force an operation on him.  He said he was happy someone cared enough about him to claim him as their own.  Once again Beryl had himself a little money maker.  Blaine would be ordered to pleasure one of the guys, and if he didn’t do a good job Beryl would punish him.

“He wouldn’t whip him or hurt him.  He just wouldn’t let Blaine have any big daddy Beryl cock for several days until Blaine would go so crazy the entire camp would come to Beryl and beg for mercy.  Blaine would go from man to man begging, crying, offering money for them to fuck him.  They knew better than to give Blaine any dick when Big Beryl was punishing him.  Blaine would be forced to admit he was wrong, he would obey his master, and beg Beryl to forgive him.  Beryl would order him to strip in front of the whole camp.  He would make Blaine yell at the top of his voice how bad he needed Master Beryl to fuck his pussy.  He was so sorry he displeased his master and promised to make up for it.  He would pleasure the guy who complained again and treat him right, he promised.

“Beryl would drop his pants and snap his fingers.  Blaine would kneel and kiss his boots, take Beryl’s huge cock all the way down his throat to get it good and wet.  Beryl would snap his fingers again, Blaine would jump up, bend over so Beryl could have best access to his hole.  Beryl would grab him around the waist and sink his huge cock in Blaine’s ass in one swift stroke.  There wouldn’t be a pair of Wranglers in the camp that didn’t have a wet spot at the crotch.  Then Beryl would fuck him to climax for all to watch.  God help Blaine if he didn’t put his all into giving his master a good fuck and put on the best show he could for the camp.  Men and women would gather to watch as Beryl’s boy would loudly tell how good his master felt fucking his slave hole and would his master please, please fuck him harder.

“Take more Master, I need to feel more of you sweet cock inside me.” Blaine would beg Beryl.

"Some of the guys would really get turned on, pair off, and go fuck each other.  Long into the night you could hear Blaine mouthing sounds of how good he was getting fucked and how fortunate he was to have such a good master who kept his ass and pussy fucked so good.

“If I wanted you to take my cock and balls, because through discussion we mutually agreed it was something we both wanted, would you?” I asked Master Jim.

“What do you think?  Of course I would.  In a New York minute, but remember, I love you, Beau, more than I have anyone.  Never think about or agree to something like that on a whim without asking my opinion or advice.  I don’t care who your master is at the time.  Promise me, Beau,” Master Jim demanded.

“I’ll try, Master Jim, but if I sign Master Earl’s contract I may not have the option of seeking your counsel.  After all, I will be his slave and will have agreed in advance to have any modification he chooses.  Would you want to have a slave you bought call ‘king’s x’ until he sought counsel?” I asked.

“No, you’re right about that, but Earl’s not the kind of man who’s going to require that on the way home.  It’s something that would be discussed many times and you may need someone to talk with about it.  I’m not saying I would tell you to go against your master’s wishes, especially if it was Earl.  If you’ve signed his contract you can’t anyway.  If you tried to back out the family would make sure you complied, and that can get messy.  Besides, it may be the best thing for the two of you.  I might even tell you to be strong, brave, and do as your master wishes.  It certainly wouldn’t make me want you any less if later you were to come to me.

"Suppose, you and Earl are together three or four years and you get this itch to either give them to him or change your body for him.  He probably hasn’t given it much thought.  All I’m saying, is before you decided to talk to him or ask any master to consider it, talk with me first, and tell me where your head is.  That’s all I’m asking.  Obviously, if one of the masters I described for you a minute ago wins the bid, you won’t be given an option.  You’ll have to go along with it and hope for the best; however, I really think you aren’t that afraid anymore.  It’s almost become a challenge to you to see whether you could make the most of it and come out better than before.”

“I couldn’t have put it any better, Master Jim.  You’re getting to know me pretty well,” I said.

“It’s not hard when you love someone as much as I do you, Beau,” he said quietly.

“By the way, Master Jeb said something to me a while ago I thought you might find interesting.  He said I was free to come to you anytime I wished while I was in this house.  I didn’t need to ask his permission,” I said.

“Really, huh?” Big Jim got a puzzled look on his face, “Well, then we don’t have to sneak around, do we?" he asked.

“No, sir, so, ya’ wanna’ fuck?” I asked.  We rolled on the bed laughing.

“I’d like to get you down to the dungeon later this evening.  I’ll talk to Jeb and see what he has planned.  I’d like to beat that little ass of yours and show you how it should be done.  I’ll have you begging for more,” Big Jim bragged.

“Do you think Master Jeb would let me call Master Earl to say ‘hello?'” I asked.

“I don’t know but get over there on my phone and call him.  I’ll leave if you want,” he replied.

“That’s not necessary if it won’t hurt you to hear me tell him I love him,” I said.

“Beau, if you didn’t tell him it would bother me.  You’ve been honest with me and in some small way I’m pleased you can return Earl’s love.  He hasn’t had it easy for a number of years and deserves a good slave’s love,” he said.

I dialed Master Earl’s number. “Earl Shaw.”

“Good morning, Master Earl, this is your humble slave calling,” I said brightly.

“Damn, Son, it’s good to hear your voice.  I didn’t think I’d hear from you this weekend,” he said.

“Well, we have Master Jim to thank for this call.  He gave me permission to use his phone, and I’m grateful,” I replied.

“You be sure and thank him for me.  How is your weekend going?  Are you having a good time?” Master Earl asked.

“Leisurely, Master Earl, we just finished breakfast, and I was sitting here boring Master Jim with slave questions,” I replied.

“You listen to him, Beau, he’s a good man.  He has a lot of experience and knowledge to draw upon.  I’m glad you have a man like him to help with your training.  Give him my regards,” Master Earl said.

“I will Master, and Master, I miss you, and I love you,” I said.  There was a noticeable prolonged silence on the other end.

“I’m sorry, Son, your words are welcome and wonderful to hear, but I was unprepared for your honesty.  I couldn’t respond for a minute.  God knows, I love you, too, Beau, don’t ever forget it,” he said.

“I won’t, Master Earl.  I better go and see if I can help Master Jeb.  I’ll try to call tomorrow if Master Jim will let me,” I said.

“Thanks for calling, Beau, you made my day.”

“I love you, Master.”

“I love you, too, Son.”

I hung up the phone and had tears in my eyes.  Master Jim opened his big arms to me and held me tight.  “Master Earl said to tell you ‘thank you’ for letting me call.  He also said for me to listen to you as you were a knowledgeable and experienced master and could teach me a lot.”

“Well then, how can either of us help but love the man,” Big Jim said and smiled at me.

“By the way, Master Jeb wanted to talk with me this afternoon and wanted me to ask you to be present.  I would appreciate it if you would.”

“I’ll be around all afternoon, so I’ll be happy to.  Now, how ‘bout that fuck?” he asked.  We rolled on the big bed laughing together.

“You know, Master Jim?”

“What, pretty slave?”

“The best of your beast comes through when you got me in the sling.  Now that’s a ride to remember,” I replied.

“You like being fucked by a beast?” he asked.

“Not until you let yours loose on me.  Now, I’m spoiled,” I replied.

“I’ll see if we can’t reserve the dungeon for later.  However, Jeb might want you to stay with him tonight.  We’ll see,” he said.

Master Jim and I went to the garage to look at his Harley.  He was having some trouble with the carburetors, and I offered to take a look.  I did most of the work on my bike and worked on friends bikes, several of which where Harleys.  I watched him crank the beast and noticed it was slow to engage unless the number one cylinder was exactly at highpoint.  The timing and spark retard was off.  After about fifteen minutes of tweaking, I had it starting first kick every time.  Master Jim was thrilled and told me I didn’t owe him a blow job anymore, just the ox ride.

“Fuck,” I said, “I could just taste that blow job.”

“Well, Son, is it that important to you?” he asked.

“It’s not everyday a slave gets to suck off a bull ox,” I replied and grinned.

“Well, for as a treat for fixing my bike you can suck me off twice, how’s that?” he asked and laughed.

“Now that’s ‘thanks’ I can live with, Master,” I replied.  Master Jim laughed. Master Jim?  Could we ride our bikes out to the desert.  I’ll wear my leather pants.  The ass piece snaps out and you ride me and the Harley down a very bumpy road?” I asked.

“You’re not gonna’ believe this, Beau, but I’ve jacked off thinking of doing that with you.  Sure, I’d love to do it.  I never found anyone kinky enough to try it with me, but I should have known your delightfully dirty little mind would run in the same gutter.  We’ll do it the first chance we get.  I’m wondering if Jeb and Earl have talked about you keeping your bike?” he asked.

“I just assumed I would have to get rid of it.  I was thinking of giving it to dad,” I replied.

“Well, maybe not.  Let’s ask Jeb at our meeting.  If you’re going to work after training then you’ll need it for transportation.  It seems dumb to have to turn around and buy another.  Why don’t you and I get up early tomorrow morning, you ride buddy on the Harley with me, and we’ll take a short trip to this buddy of mine’s ranch in the desert.  Well, actually it’s Beryl’s place in the high desert.  He’s hardly ever there.  He and Blaine are usually off touring somewhere, but I have keys to the place.  You got those pants with you?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, most all my leathers are here,” I replied.

“Good, I’ll wear my leather pants with the cod piece so we don’t have to worry about zippers.  By the time we get out there the vibration from my old hog on your plug should have you just about ripe for a good fucking Harley-cock ride.  I used to know these two wild-ass outlaw bikers and they would ride everywhere hooked together like that.  They thought nothing of pulling into a filling station, his slave would pull off his Master’s cock like it was the most natural thing in the world, and didn’t everyone ride bikes that way?  ‘What’s wrong with you people?’  When they departed, they took great delight as his slave would  remount his master’s big cock.

“The slave would go down on him several times in plain view of everyone then jump on the bike pegs, his old man would hold it ready for him and bamm!  It would disappear up the salves butt.  The kid would get himself adjusted, his old man would kiss him behind the ear, gun the engine and away they’d go.  Many a young station attendant ran to the head to drop a load after a visit from them ole boys.”

We both fell out laughing looking at each other knowing we would probably try it one day, and the thought made us laugh even harder.

“Say, Master Ox, it’s going on noon.  Let me run in to see if Master Jeb could eat a burger.  I’ll throw some pants and boots on and if you’ll ride me down the hill, I’ll buy us some burgers.  How’s that sound?” I asked.

“Like a plan, Little Beaver,” he replied.  I walked in the house and found Master Jeb lying across his bed.  He didn’t appear to be asleep.

“May I come in, Master?” I asked quietly.

“Of course, my slave boy.  Come in, lay across the bed with me and let me pet you for a minute,” he replied.

I did as requested.  Master Jeb began to pet me with his wonderful rough hands.  It immediately made my cock salute.  He held me in his arms for a minute and gently kissed me.  He was such a hot man.  He reached back to feel my plug.  “Is Big Jim doing right by that little hole, slave?” he asked with a smile.

I smiled back and kissed him on the cheek. “You know he is, Master, you planned it that way,” I replied.

“Beau, I knew I was gonna’ have trouble with you.  Not because you won’t be the easiest slave I’ve ever trained but because you're one of the brightest,” he said. He threw back his big head and laughed. “You’re also a delight, Little Beaver,” Master Jeb said.          

“Oh, God, I think I’m stuck with the cognomen of ‘Little Beaver,'” I groaned.

“I love it.  Suits you to a ‘T’ and a perfect name for Big Jim, ‘Babe,’” he allowed.  Jeb laughed again. “Nicknames only come from the deepest love and become meaningful to people over long periods of time.”

“Master Jeb, are you hungry?  We are, and I wanted to know if I could buy you a burger?  With your permission I was going to throw on some clothes and Master Ox was going to buddy me down the hill,” I said.

“Sounds good, then after we eat the three of us can talk.  Then I want you to report to the dungeon at four on the dot cleaned and ready for service.  Your old Master’s gonna’ strap you in the sling and fuck the snot out a’ you.  Then you and the big blue ox can have the rest of the evening together.  You’ll stay with him again tonight.  That won’t break your heart will it?” he asked with a grin.

I blushed. “You know how I feel about him, Master,” I replied.

“I do and you don’t need to feel guilty about your feelings.  I also know you feel as much or deeper for Earl.  That’s why you called him this morning on Jim’s phone, wasn’t it?” he asked.  I turned white, how the hell did he know?  I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“Yes, sir, it was.  I miss him and wanted to tell him I loved him,” I replied.

“You did the right thing, Beau.  He called me not fifteen minutes ago to see if we’d reached some decision about your work.  I told him we would shortly.  He just mentioned Jim was good enough to let you phone.  He’s a man in love, Son, and I’m glad you love him, too.  No two people ever deserved to be together more than you and him.  Your buddy, Wes, knew what he was doing.  Earl’s easy with you now because he’s in love, but have no fear, that man will shape you into the most well disciplined slave on the west coast.  He will rip you a new asshole.  He’s exactly what you want and need, a man’s man who will totally control you.  He will become the envy of every master in our family and you’ll become the envy of every slave.  I’ve seen him in action, and I wouldn’t want to be his slave.  That’s not to scare you because you need him as much as he needs you.  Give it a year after he buys you, and I’ll ask if I made a big mistake getting you together.  I know you won’t lie to me,” Master Jeb said.

“I never would, sir, and I trust you’ve done the right thing by us, but I worry about another big man I love.  I hurt because he’s hurting.  He needs someone to take care of him.  Couldn’t you find someone for him?  I love him so much it would make me happy to know he has a slave who takes good care of him.  Hell, Master, I’d even buy a damn slave for him,” I said.

“I know the man, Beau.  Trust me, he will never fall out of love with you long enough to let anyone near him.  You aren’t going to lose your ox.  He’s not going to lose you.  When the hell will people just learn to trust me?” he asked in frustration.

“I’m learning, Master.  I’m trying hard.  Sometime I get confused,” I replied.

“Well, why don’t you and ox go get lunch, and I’ll have the table ready when you get back,” he said, grabbed me, and kissed me. “You aren’t wrong to feel as much as you do for others, Beau.  Don’t ever stop caring, ‘cause when  you do, the world will stop caring about you,” he said.

I left and went to throw on some clothes in Master Jim’s room.  He was in his room, and I told him we were on for burgers.  I went to him, put my arms around him, and placed my head against his big chest.  He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me on the head.

“What’s this moment for?” he asked quietly.

“Just ‘cause I feet like doing it.  In keeping with our new don’t hold love back policy, and I have a question for you,” I said.

“Okay, Shoot,” he said.

“If I bought you a slave would you accept him as a gift of my love?” I asked.  He hugged me so tight I thought I was going to pass out.

“You really aren’t holding back are you?  That’s a terribly unselfish sweet offer and I wont say ‘no.’  Let me think about it or maybe I should say consider it.”

“Well, that’s further than I thought I’d get.  Please do consider it, Master Ox.  I would pick him out, buy him, have him cut, and have him present his genitals to you on a silver platter as he kneels at your feet and begs you to accept him as a gift from your number one slave,” I said.

“Will you stop that talk?  We won’t get out of here for burgers,” he demanded.

“Sorry, Master.”

“Come on, Little Beaver, let’s go.”

“You betch’um, Babe.”


End of Chapter 10 ~ The Ties That Bind
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