THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 11 ~ Tumbleweeds

Part I ~ His Master’s Voice

Big bad ass boots smiled to himself
and bragged, it's true, I did demand
to whip your ass trussed up tighter
than a Christmas turkey, butt plugged
like a butterball.

I knew when you were ready to fuck,
your plug would pop right out, rare meat,
pink and tender.  I stole a taste before
I served you to my pride.
From: Canto 15 ~ Slave Songs~ D. W. Dux ~ Posthumous


We finished lunch, I cleared the table and put everything away.  I returned to the breakfast nook and Master Jeb had a legal pad in front of him filled with notes.  “Let’s talk about some things, gentlemen.  There are several people out there who are genuinely concerned for your future, young man.  So are we, but it’s nice to see you’ve aroused such passion in a number of people.  It says something about your influence on others and their devotion to you.  You're obviously doing something right,” Master Jeb said and smiled, “I think you’re just being yourself which is why these friends are concerned.  It's rare to have a man begin slave training with so many people looking over our shoulders.  I guess we better damn well do it right the first time,” he said.  We all laughed.  Jeb continued,  “Beau, Master Earl would like for you to continue working after training.  I take it you’ve discussed it with him and agree?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, I have discussed it with him and I agree.  I'd like to keep working,” I replied.

“That’s fine, I think it would be good, at least for the beginning of your new life.  Later, your owner may want you to quit work.  If he does, I know Earl well enough he would consider your input.  However, I don’t want you to work during your training period, and that will be a minimum of three months.  I talked with Sam earlier today and he’s managed to get you four months leave of absence from the owners of the shop.  Sam’s a smart man.  He asked for six months then settled for four when we probably could have done with three.  You haven’t taken a vacation since you’ve been there, right, Beau?” Jeb asked.

“No, sir, I haven’t,” I replied.

“Jake’s agreed to remain as foreman with an increase in salary equal to his new position, and they’re going to hold the foreman position for you.  They must think a lot of you, Son, to go along with Sam’s proposal.  With four months it will give us a cushion of a couple of weeks if we run a little longer than planned.  With only one person to train and Jim to help, I don’t anticipate any run overs, but shit happens; you never know.  Any questions so far?” Jeb asked.

“Does Beau have to give up his bike since he may eventually need it for transportation?” Master Jim asked.

“No, but there’s a psychological component for a slave not to have any means of transportation available during training.  It’s to discourage thoughts of ‘panic flight’ in case they get it in their minds to run.  Once they’ve committed to a training contract there’s no backing out.  I don’t anticipate any problem with Beau, but we've had slaves attempt escape in the past.  They’re always found and brought back.  Once they’ve been conditioned they never run again.  They're quite willing to assume their new lives as a slave.  We may either lock up his bike here, he may be able to leave it at work, or perhaps Earl might store it at his place.  I’ll talk with Sam about storing it.  He may have some ideas.   Anyway, we have two more weeks to work that out.  Beau, how are you coming with your personal belongings?” Master Jeb asked.

“No problem, I’ll be ready by the first.  I’ve given notice to my landlord.  I’ll be out on the thirty-first.  Would you ask Sam for me if he wants me to announce Monday morning I’m giving two weeks notice or will he just take care of it?” I asked.  Master Jeb made a note.

“Good point, I’ll ask,” he replied.

We hashed through a lot of other minor stuff, and then, Master Jeb threw his pen on his pad as if we were finished.  “There’s one other thing we have to discuss.  I wanted both of you here because neither of you know what I’m about to tell you.  Jim has known for sometime I have a heart condition brought on by some jungle-rot fungus I contracted in Nam.  It attacks the sack which surrounds the heart and eventually kills a person.  They don’t know how to completely cure it, but they can stall it.  Its gotten worse in the last month, and I’m not going to be able to do some of the physical things of training like I used to.  I’m asking if I can count on you, Jim, to take a little larger role in helping train Beau than originally discussed?” Jeb asked.

“Sure bro, you know you can count on me.  I’ll cart his ass off to the gym three time a week as planned plus anything else you may need for me to do.  I need to get back into working out myself,” Jim said.

“I really shouldn’t be overly exerting myself, but I’m going to have one last good fuck this afternoon at four.  I wouldn't even attempt it if I didn't know and have faith in Beau's talents and compassion.  If I get too tired I know I can count on Beau to help me out.   Then the two of you can have the dungeon for the rest of the evening if you like,” Jeb said.

“We talked about taking a short bike trip to the high desert to Beryl’s place tomorrow morning if it’s all right with you?” Master Jim asked.

“Why don’t you guys go this evening and stay the night.  Then you can have the cool of the morning to teach Beau how a Harley Master fucks his slave while riding buddy on his bike,” Jeb said and grinned.  How did the old man know what we were going to do?  Jim roared with laughter.

“Hey, now, wait a minute.  Beau, help me out here, whose idea was it to ride over a bumpy road together on the Harley?” Big Jim asked.

I sheepishly held up my hand and grinned at Master Jeb.  I thought the old man was going to have a coronary he was laughing so hard.  “All right,” he said, “Beau can you be ready for fucking by three?” he asked.

“I can be ready in thirty minutes, Master, just give me the word and my ass is yours,” I said.

“It’s one-thirty now.  Be in the dungeon by two-thirty, we’ll get you in the sling, Jim can get ready while you serve me, and you can ride to the desert freshly fucked and plugged.  How’s that sound?” Jeb asked and grinned.

I stood up with my dick sticking straight up.  Both men laughed again at my feigned embarrassment.  “Do you want me in leathers or nude, Master?” I asked.

“Your leather pants with the cod piece and the snap-out ass cover will be fine, your boots, and vest.  That way you won’t have to get dressed twice.  I’ll leave a present for you to wear up there, and we’ll plug you nice and tight to make sure you don't lose my deposit.  With all that vibrating from the hog you should have it absorbed by the time you arrive and be ready to rape old Babe,” he said and laughed again. “Okay, you have your orders, slave.  I’ll see you in an hour.  Jim, would you care to watch?” Jeb asked.

“No, thanks, bro, I’ll be getting the bike ready.  I have to shower and put on my leathers.  Thanks for the invite, though,” Jim replied.

I followed Big Jim  upstairs to shower and clean out.  He said to holler at him when I was almost through, and he’d come scrub my back.  I laughed to myself with wicked thoughts.  The giant was faithful to his word, although he was a bit randy thinking about riding out to the desert with me.  I scrubbed his back and got out to dry so I could dress.  He was pleased Jeb wanted to use me and urged me to spend the time needed to pleasure him.  We were in no hurry.  We weren’t on a schedule.  I hadn’t been fucked by Master Jeb since our first encounter, but I fantasized about it.  I wanted to show him what I learned about pleasuring a man to make him feel the best I could.  I pulled on my leathers and asked Master Jim for inspection.  “This vest okay without a T-shirt Master?” I asked.

“Does it for me slave.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait ‘til we get to the desert,” he said.  He didn’t have his leathers on yet and Babe was sticking straight out. “Let me see how that ass cover works.”

“No,  Master.  I don’t want to disobey, but you know how we are.  This ass is reserved for Master Jeb right now,” I said.  He rolled back on the bed laughing

“Good thinking, slave.  Yeah, I’d be sniffin’ ‘round there like an old hound dog what’s got the hornies.  I’d be tempted to stick my tongue up your clean little ass, and the next thing you know Babe would be screaming to replace my tongue.  You’re right, Little Beaver.  Oh, by the way, kid, the ride you gave my old cayuse last night, you deserve to be Red Ryder’s sidekick,” he complimented me.

“You can see my ass patch if you’ll re-plug my ass for me, Master,” I said and handed  him the plug.  He bent me over his big knees, undid the snaps on my patch, and set it on the bed next to him.  I felt him place the point of the plug at my rosebud and gently pressed it open as I pushed back to meet it.  He corkscrewed it several times as I pushed back hard one last time, and it popped in.  Master Jim pressed in with his fingers and I pushed up and back until it snapped into place.  He cleaned around the plug with his towel and grabbed my patch.  He started to replace it but first bent over and kissed my plug right square in the middle of it.  I felt his kiss and humped the plug for his benefit.  He snapped the cover back. Then with his huge hand slapped my ass one time hard.

“That’s for teasing the old blue ox, slave,” he said.

I looked at him with a big smile and hugged him.  “Thank you, Master, I deserved that,” I said.  Big Jim laughed.
 
I left Master Jim, felt my asshole begin to twitch and knew my juices were starting to flow in anticipation of Master Jeb’s thick shaft up my butt.  I almost went weak in the knees going down the dungeon stairs thinking how different it was going to feel when he took me hard this time as opposed to the first time when it hurt so bad.  I had a feeling he was going to test me to see if I progressed.  I got to the bottom of the stairs and knocked on dungeon door.

“Come in, slave,” Came a booming voice.  I entered and across the dungeon stood a hyper-masculine, mature good looking leather God.  I just stood there for a moment, frozen, not wanting to move.

“Forgive me, Master.  Please give your humble slave a moment to appreciate this, and I’ll be at you feet where I belong,” I said.

“Like what you see, slave?” he asked and smiled.

“No, oh, no, Master, your slave loves what he sees,” I replied.

I ran to him, knelt in front of him and began to clean his boots.  He made no effort to hurry me.  He allowed me all the time I needed until I was sure my tongue could do no better.  “Thank you, Master, for allowing your slave to clean your boots.  I’ll do them again if you’re not pleased, Master.  Or beat my ass first, to insure I do a better job.  I want to please you, Master,” I said.  

“You did a decent cleaning job, slave.  You’ll learn to do better, I promise.  I’m quite pleased for a first attempt.  You may even get fucked extra hard this afternoon in appreciation,” Master Jeb said.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been hoping you would fuck your slave.  If my master feels it might overly tire him please consider lying back while your slave does the work to pleasure him.  It would be an honor, Master.  I remember the last time you gave me the honor of riding your stallion,” I reminded him.

“I’m going to let you, slave, but for right now I want you in the sling.  Continue kneeling there, and I’ll get some restraints from the shelves,” he replied.  He walked  to the shelves and returned with ankle restraints and wrist restraints.  “Put these on your boots, slave,”  he ordered, handed me the ankle restraints, and I buckled them tight.  I hooked a slip hook in the ‘D’ ring on the sides.  I held my wrists up for him to attach the wrist restraints.  When he finished he clipped short chains to my slave collar.  “Remove my cod piece using only your mouth, slave.  Remember when a Master ask you to remove anything, unless you're told otherwise, you will only use your mouth,” he instructed.

“May I make love to it first, sir?” I asked.

“You’re a jump ahead of me, slave, you will never remove a piece of your master’s leathers without first making the required amount of love to it,” he replied.

I started to lick and kiss his cod piece feeling his huge cock outlined underneath.  I could feel my ass dripping into my snap-off leather piece covering my asshole.  I kept cleaning, licking, and kissing until I thought he was going to pop out of his cod piece.  The fat head off his enormous penis was just appearing at the top, and I managed to welcome it out from its leather prison with a kiss and a good lick into his piss slit.

“You may remove it now, slave.  It seems to have developed a mind of its own.  I think it sniffs ripe slave butt and is eager to get some,” he said.

I quickly slipped my tongue under one of the corner snaps, grabbed it with my teeth, and pulled it all the way off.  Master Jeb’s huge, thick cock flopped onto my face.  I didn’t pull back.  I let it lie across my face and slowly began to lick it from underneath.  I never allowed it to flop down onto his leathers.  I managed to hold it in my mouth, kiss it, and clean it with out letting it go with my hands behind my back the whole the time.

Master Jeb grabbed it, held it up and back for me to service his big balls.  I kissed each of them and gently teased each one chasing it around in its sack.  He smelled good with his clean strong masculine scent.  He held his stiffening cock in one hand and ordered me to kiss the head because it was time to get it into me.  I kissed it gently and lovingly which only made my ass run more.

“Into the sling, slave,” Master Jeb ordered.

I raised myself into the sling and placed my boots in the ‘Y’ of the chains.  He hooked my ankles to the chain then hooked my wrists above my head in the chains.  My master clipped the chains attached to the chains on either side of my collar to ‘D’ rings on either side of the sling.  He moved to the front of the sling and ordered me to move my ass a little further down in the sling.  I could tell he was adjusting my ass to the angle of his cock.  Just a little more and I was where he wanted me.  He unsnapped my ass cover and laughed as he pulled it away dripping.

“I think you’re ready to be fucked, slave.  Your ass must know its about to get a mouthful it can really chow down on,” he said and smiled.

“Yes, sir, Master, and it’s hungry too,” I replied.

Master Jeb grabbed a towel and popped my plug out quickly and set it aside.  “You think your hungry man-hole would like my big piece of meat fed to it all at once, slave?” he asked.

“Your slave’s ass belongs to you, sir.  Certainly, Master, if it would please you.  I know I’d appreciate it if you’d fill it as hard and fast as you can.  It would go a long way to satisfying that deep gnawing hunger to feel its master in there.  It really needs a master’s touch.  Please Master, fill it up hard.  It’s so starved for some hot master cock.  It’s pretty damn hungry, sir,” I replied.

I could tell he wanted me to beg him some more as he positioned the big mushroom head at my rosebud.  He reached up to my belt around my leather pants and grabbed hold of it with both hands.  I knew he was getting ready to mount me.  He kept looking me directly in my eyes as if to let me know I would know when he was going to take me.  He wanted me to keep telling him how much my hole needed him.  I needed to hear myself beg him.  I was getting as much out of begging him for it as he was.  I wanted him to know how much I needed him to use me.  “Master your slave feels you right at your slave’s hole with your big piece of horse cock.  Please feed my hungry ass, Master.  Your slave's begging you, sir, please don’t make my hungry ass wait much longer, Master.  It’s starving for your dick, sir.  God, Master, please,” I implored him.

He took me smooth and hard and rammed about two thirds of his big cock up my butt.  I rolled my head from side to side and yelled at the top of my voice.  “Damn, it’s big.  You fill me up, Master.  It feels so fine to have you inside me again, Master.  Thank you, Master.  Thank you.  Welcome home, Master.  You’ve been away too long.  Oh, Master, your slave wonders if he deserve to feel that good.  Thank you, Master Jeb.  You fed my ass so damn good.  Thank you, sir,” I welcomed him into my butt.  I started sucking on it with my ass. “Please give me the rest, Master, my ass needs it,” I pleaded.  He rammed the last four inches in and it took my breath away.

“Oh, God, Master, that filled me up,” I said.  I raised my ass a little off his huge cock and slammed it back to the base.

“No tears this time, slave?  Master’s horse didn’t hurt you?  I must’ve popped your cherry good last time,” he said and smiled.

“Of course it hurt me, Master.  Are you kidding?  It hurt me so damn good I almost shot my load.  Hell, yes, you popped my cherry good the first time.  I’ll never forget it as long as I live.  You took it hard and sure, the way a slave’s cherry should be taken by his master.  Made me cry it hurt so bad, but you soothed me, promised you’d make the pain go away and you did.

"Something as wonderful as that and the man who thought enough of me to take it, I will love ‘til the day I die.  Your cock will always hurt when you take me.  I expect it to, I want it to, but I don’t fear it anymore.  I need it to hurt.  It hurts me, but reminds me of the control I’m surrendering to the fine master I’m here to serve and his demand I give him the best fuck I can.  I wouldn’t want you to take me any other way.  I won’t allow any man to take me unless it’s the way you trained me to be taken, Master.  You knew I’d come around didn’t you?  In fact, it hurt so good, I wish it could happen all over again, and I could feel you filling me once more,” I said.

“Wish granted,” he said, pulled all the way out, positioned it again, looked me in the eye, and I just mouthed the words, ‘Please, all of it.’ to him without sound.  He slammed it in harder this time to the base and held it as I was silent.  I didn’t have to say anything, he knew I was in ecstasy.

“Please, Master, please consider just once more.  God, that feels so good,” I begged him.

“Are you sure you won’t shoot?  ‘Cause I don’t want you to come with me.  I want you to save it for Jim.  Do you understand, slave?” he asked.

“I’ll do my best, sir, but it’s gonna’ be damn hard,” I replied and ground my back teeth.

“Well, let’s feed that hungry slave butt one more time.  Be careful what you beg your master for, ‘cause he just may give it to you,” he said.

He pulled it out and repositioned it one more time, and looked me in the eye.  This time I spoke in a pleading voice.  “Please, Master, feed your slave boy’s hole really hard,” I begged.

My plea must have been heart felt.  I didn’t have to ask a second time.  Did he take my ass hard?  Holy Shit!  He slammed it into me so hard I thought my eye balls would never stop spinning.  Woah, I never had a big a piece of man-meat slammed into my ass that fast and hard.  It was exactly what I asked for, it was what I wanted, it was what my ass needed.  My master granted my request, and I loved every spasm.  I was afraid he would think me perverted if I ask for another.
 
“Forgive your slave for being bold, Master.  It’s so good to have you in me, I forgot my manners altogether.  Please forgive me.  I don’t deserve to be fucked by such a good master.  It’s your hole, Master, and I lapsed for a moment.  Please take it and make yourself at home in you slave’s ass.  I’m myself again and will work my slave ass to make your horse feel at home and as good as I can make it, sir.  I’ll give it the best ride I can, Master.”

“There, there, I’ll be the judge of who’s worthy to be fucked this afternoon and so far you’ve impressed me, slave.  You’re coming along, slave-boy.  I think I could have just started in fucking you on first entry and you would’ve been fine,” my master said.  He took a long slow stroke up my butt.

“Oh, shit, Master, that feels so good.  Fuck me, Master, please,” I begged.

“Your learning to be pretty verbal about your fucking, Son.  That’s a plus.  Most Masters appreciate a slave letting them know they’re doing a good job and making their slave's ass feel like a million bucks,” he commented.

“Fuck a million, Master, try ten million and you might be talk’n a down payment,” I insisted.

He chuckled.  “That good, huh, slave-boy?” he asked with a grin.

“Damn straight, Master, worth every penny, too,” I replied.

“I always enjoy fucking a Texas boy.  They all seem to have the gift of hyperbole, but they call it by another name.  They can make you feel like a million bucks with words alone,” he said.

“I ain’t bullshit’n ya’ none, Master.  You feel great inside me,” I replied with a straight face.

He leaned in close over me. “Swap a little spit with me slave while your master pumps your butt,” he ordered.

He began to kiss me, and I opened to him.  He kissed me gently but passionately as he began a good, slow, deep fucking.  I made damn sure my hole was right there to meet every smooth, deep thrust.  He kept kissing me.  I felt like his soul was melting into mine and our bodies were becoming one.  We were working together for his pleasure and my pleasure was the effort I was contributing to insure his comfort.  It was like a holy experience.  I was working with him and he was working me for him.  It almost didn’t matter who was doing the fucking or who was getting fucked.  I began to feel myself as him, his big shaft fucking my slave's ass and could feel each stroke working deeper and stronger into my body.  But, I didn’t want to be him.  I wanted to be the slave under him, receiving his strength and goodness, having my slave ass-pussy filled, then filled again.

He became so easy to work with.  I was learning his fucking moves so I could meet each one with the best my ass had to offer.  He continued to kiss me deeply, and I didn’t want him to stop.  He felt it, too.  He kissed me harder as he increased his rhythm.  I was urging him on with my mouth and ass response.  I was right there for my master meeting his every thrust.  Master Jeb knew how best to fuck a slave to get his desired response from him.  I learned a lot from Master Earl in the few days I spent with him.  He was equally masterful in the fucking department.  He was even more demanding and taught me well.  I was damn proud I could bring that experience to Master Jeb and was just a little cocky.  I knew I was giving him a good fuck, but I wanted more.

He stopped kissing me, raised up, and whispered in my ear, keeping his same hard, swift rhythm.  “You’ve learned some new things since I last had a piece of your ass, slave, and I’m impressed.  I can tell the influence of  Master Shaw and perhaps even your work dad on your response.  You haven’t missed a stroke.  It’s no longer a wild-eyed, sloppy, untrained, bad-ass, butch bottom’s butt I’m fucking.  It’s becoming a spirited, well trained, useful, man-slave ass.  I think you’re gonna get me off here in the sling.  Then we’ll move to the bed so you can ride my horse for a while.  I know you want to ride me for a while,” he said.

“Oh, God, yes, Master, but please don’t rush.  Take all you need or all you think you can handle.  I haven’t had your good master cock in me for a while, and if you’re enjoying my ass and feel up to if, please take more before you honor me with your seed.  I need some more of your fine master fucking, but I will be grateful for whatever you can spare me.  Master you’re fucking me so damn good, but I don’t want to ask for too much if your getting tired.  I need your fucking.  I know a slave shouldn’t say he needs anything because it should be what you need,” I said.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, boy.  Remember, maybe it’s good for your master to hear how much you need him.  If you didn’t need him you wouldn’t be a slave.  If you convince a master you need him, like you’ve convinced me, then you’re gonna’ get fucked better and longer than you might otherwise.  If you truly feel you need him, I don’t think it’s wrong to express it to your master.  I’m going to enjoy your little ass for a while longer.  See?  You get your wish,” he replied.

“Thank you, Master, thank you.  Fuck your slave’s ass good, Master.  I can’t thank you enough, Master, it feels so damn good,” I said.

Master Jeb was in full fuck mode.  I was getting fucked hard and strong by one hell of a man.  A master’s master.  A man who enjoyed ass fucking; enjoyed riding a slave’s ass until he took all he wanted.  He would not be denied a good fuck from any slave.  When a slave was being ridden by Master Jeb he knew he was being fucked by ‘the Master.'  No doubt about it, Master Jeb was a commanding fuck.  He didn’t seem to be over exerting, he felt strong as he leaned forward to pick up his speed and length of stroke.  Son of a bitch, I was getting fucked like a man should fuck another man.  I was beginning to build to climax and tried like hell to think of something else; anything else.  My old cock was rubbing in the leather cod piece on my leather pants and was feeling too damn fine.  “Master, Master, that’s feeling too damn good.  Master, help your slave, please Master, help me not come, please,” I begged him.

“Can’t slave, I’m too damn near, myself,” he called out to me, “Oh, shit, you’re gonna’ get my load, slave.  Your old master is filling your little pussy, slave.  Feel that, slave?” He hasked and groaned as he climaxed in my ass.

I clamped my ass down hard on his dick, tried and tried, but damn, I couldn’t hold it.  His relentless pounding of my ass started my sphincter spasming around his shaft as I felt my flow of come fill my cod piece.  He felt it, fucked me harder and shot again deep in my ass.  My ass was still spasming as he leaned forward, kissed me gently, and whispered,  “I’ll forgive you this time slave.  You did a damn fine job of giving me the best fuck I can remember.  I’ve fucked seasoned slaves who couldn’t give me the fuck you just did,” he complimented me.

“I’m sorry, Master.  Please beat my ass, then I’ll learn.  I’m so sorry I disobeyed.  There’s no excuse for my disobedience.  Please, consider punishing me, Master,” I pleaded.

“If I thought you needed to save it for Jim, I would, but at your age your body can whip up another batch in thirty minutes.  By the time you get to the high desert your tank will be full.  If I thought punishment would serve a purpose in this instance I surely would; however, I can see you’re going to be a special case and will temper punishment accordingly.  You’ll receive punishment from me during training whether you need it or not.  You need to understand, most of the time it’s for your benefit you’ll be punished.  Sometime you’ll be punished because a master feels you need to be whether you’ve been bad or not.  You might call it an attitude adjustment.

"Then you’re punishment is for his benefit, his recreation, or to reestablish control.  You’re never to question why.  You may or may not understand why later, but it isn’t necessary for you to understand.  It’s not important to you as his slave.  You'll learn to accept his punishment with honor and dignity without question.  As long as your master feels he must administer punishment, you will accept it graciously.  After he’s finished, you will thank him for his correction on your knees and pay homage to his boots.  He will give you the back of his hand, you will kiss it, and hold it to your forehead until he gives you further instructions.  You will learn to control your orgasms,” Master Jeb said.

“Maybe if you corrected me, it would help, Master,” I asked with some urgency.
   
“I told you to be careful what you ask your master to consider.  All right.  I'll administer punishment, slave,” he said.

He withdrew his cock and unhooked me from the sling.  I fell to my knees. “Please, Master, may I clean you?” I asked.

“Good thinking, slave, of course you may.  Clean me good,” he replied.  I licked and cleaned his big cock, sucked it, and even cleaned his big balls.

“Does Master need to empty into his slave?” I asked.

“I think I have a little for you.  Hook on to me, slave,” he ordered.

I had his big piece of meat down my throat in a second and kept swallowing more.  I knew it was far enough, but I wanted more.  I wanted to see if I could feel his flow hitting my stomach.  I took more and reached behind him to feel the soft leather on his ass and pulled him further down my throat.  He watched in fascination and encouraged me gently.  “Come on, slave, you only got four more inches to go.  You don’t want your other hole taking more than your skull-pussy can, do you?” he asked as a challenge.

I pulled on his butt, and he took half a step forward to apply a little more pressure on my throat.  It’s what I needed.  I saw and felt it slipping down my throat a little more.  My lips were approaching his pubes.  I was an inch from my goal, and nothing was going to stop me from feeling my lips resting among them.  He gently urged me on, but I just couldn’t seem to get the rest to slide down my throat.

“You want your master to feed you the rest, slave?” he asked.  I gently shook my head affirmative.  He placed his big hand behind my head.  I relaxed my throat.  Slowly, steadily, and forcefully he pulled me toward his pubes.  He didn’t stop until my lips were pressed tightly against them.  “Now kiss my pubes, slave.  I know you can.  Make your master feel welcome before you let him know you’re ready to receive him,” he ordered.  I pursed my lips around his huge cock, pressed it down my throat even deeper, and tried to kiss his pubes as best I could.  “I feel that, slave, that’s damn good.  Kiss it again, one more time and your master will be ready for you to drain him,” he said.  I pushed against his pubes again, and this time managed to really get my lips in tight.

His handsome cock was gone down Br’er Rabbit’s hole.  It disappeared.  I couldn’t see it anymore.  His huge male organ felt so good and so right filling my mouth and throat.  It felt like it belonged there and I was in the right place kneeling before my master. “I wish I could teach every slave to do that, Son.  You’re doing a fine job,” he complimented me again.  When my master was pleased with me, he’s words of encouragement made me want to serve him even better.  His approval was worth more than gold to me.  He patted me on the head, scratched behind my neck and ears like I was a beloved pet, and I kissed his pubes one last time.  I knew it was time to take him.  I gently squeezed on his right ass-cheek to let him know I was ready to receive his gift.

I felt his piss flow down his big penis as it vibrated against my throat muscles.  It was blasting directly into my stomach.  What a feeling.  What a rush.  He didn’t fill me as he didn’t have that much.  Thankfully, he was in no hurry to pull out, and I was enjoying being his toilet hanging on to his penis like a collection bag for a catheter.

"You worked so hard to get it all down your throat, I think we should leave it for a while to see if I can squeeze out a little more for you,” he said quietly.

He pulled up a stool behind him and sat on it.  He hooked the heels of his big boots on the rungs of the stool.  I placed my hands on his boots and began to rub them.  He sat back on the stool and pulled my head so my chin was resting on the soft leather of the stool.  My good Master locked his hands behind my head to lock my lips in tight against his pubes.  I felt him let loose again and my proud belly was getting another blast of more good hot master piss and then he was done.

“Okay, slave, pull off me.  It’s time to administer punishment for your disobedience,” Master Jeb said.

I reluctantly pulled off and was amazed as it came out I was able to take all of him.  I was rather proud of myself.  Damn, he felt good.  He ordered me to stand at parade rest.  He reached to my crotch and undid my cod piece.  He lifted it off making sure none of my come dropped out.  He threw me a towel to wipe myself.  He walked over to a box, put his big boot on it, took my cod piece and with his finger scooped and forced all my come onto his boot.

“Walk over to the peg boards, slave, and choose a paddle you want me to beat your butt with as you eat your come off my boot,” he ordered.

I walked over and picked one of the larger ones with holes in it.  It looked like it could do the job.  I took it to him.

“You’re sure this is the one you want me to use?” he asked with a grin.

“Please,  Master,” I replied.

“All right, slave, how many do you think you deserve for your disobedience?” he asked.

“At least twenty, sir,” I replied.

He grinned again.  “Twenty, slave?” he asked like he couldn’t believe what he heard.

“Yes.  Please, sir,” I said without emotion.

“Twenty it is slave.  You count ‘em out and thank your master after each one,” he ordered.  

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“Undo your belt and lower your pants to your knees,” he commanded.

“Yes, sir,” I said.  I lowered my pants and felt the same embarrassed rush I did as a boy when my dad would tell me to take down my pants for a spanking.

“Now, get down there and eat your come off my boot,” he ordered.

I fell to his boot and started tasting my own come.  As I began to clean his boot the first one hit my ass.

Whop!  “One, sir.  Thank you, Master.”

Whop!  “Two, sir.  Thank you, Master.”

Whop!  They were getting harder.  “Three, sir.  Thank you, Master.”

I kept trying to clean his boots.  He would give me a minute and then hit my ass again.

Whop!!  “Four, sir.  Thank you, Master."

I gave up cleaning his boot, rapped my arms around them and pressed my open mouth to the leather.  I raised my ass higher to him.  We were coming up on the fifteenth hit, something snapped in me, and it began to feel good.  I raised my ass even higher knowing he was going to hit me harder.  On the seventeenth hit, I knew I was going to come on the next one.

“Master, I’m going to come.  May I come on your boot?” I asked.
   
“Do it, slave,” he demanded.

Whop!!  I held my cock over the toe of his huge boot, came, and shot again.

“Eighteen, sir.  Thank you, Master.  Please, sir— another, sir—  harder, sir,” I begged.

He swung and hit me so hard it lifted me off my feet and I came on his boot again getting it all out.  I was home free.  Only two more to go and I had fresh come to enjoy off my Master’s boot.  I immediately put my face down and started eating like a pig at a feeding trough.

Whop!  “Nineteen, sir.  Thank you, Master.” He let me go back to eating.

Whop!  “Twenty, sir.  Thank you, Master.  One more, please, Master.”  I went back to eating my come.

Whop!  “Twenty-one, sir.  Thank you, Master.  One more, please, Master.”  

Whop!  “ Twenty-two, sir.  Thank you, Master.  Do you think I should have any more, sir?” I asked.

“Yes.  One more, slave.  Bend over my boot, raise that ass proud and high, and let’s make it a good one,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir, Master,” I replied with enthusiasm.

Whopp!!!  That was the best one and it lifted me off my feet.  It hurt like a motherfucker.

“Twenty-three, sir.  Thank you, Master.  Thank you, sir,” I said in a loud voice.

Master Jeb set on the stool and told me to bend over his knees.  I did as ordered and felt his big hands rubbing and massaging my ass.  Oh shit, it felt good.  My ass was on fire, and he was rubbing the hurt out of it.  He leaned over, kissed it several times, and rubbed it some more.

“Do you think you learned your lesson, slave?” he asked quietly.

“I’ve learned three lessons,  Master,” I replied.

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but your master needs to know,” he said.  I heard humor in his reply.

“I’ve learned there is no excuse for a slave being disobedient, sir.  Thank you for teaching me that lesson, Master.  Second, I’ve learned I like having you beat my ass, sir.  Third, I learned you love me, sir, by giving me what I needed.  Thank you for beating my ass, sir.  I’m sorry I came again, Master.  Would you like to beat my ass again, sir?” I asked respectfully.

Master Jeb was silent for a long minute.  He wouldn’t look at me.  Slowly he turned to look at me with a grin starting across his lips.  He burst into laughter, moved over to the leather covered futon and rolled on it laughing.  “I knew better than to ask.  Why the fuck did I have to ask?  I should have quit while I was still in control,” he said.  He continued laughing and motioned to me. “Pull your damn pants up and come over here, asshole, and lay in your master’s arms,” he growled at me.  He tried to sound stern and mean, but he wasn’t convincing, ‘cause he kept laughing as he held his big arms out to me.  I knew in that moment he loved me.  I made him proud and happy.  “Since we’re here on the bed mount me before the heat goes out of your fine salve ass, and you can give me a ride,” my Master ordered.  He snapped my cod piece back on my pants.  He lay back and propped himself up with two leather pillows.

I slathered his big cock again and got into mounting position.  “Permission to mount your horse, sir,” I asked.

“Permission granted, slave.  Make it a good one,” he ordered and smiled.

I reached back with both hands and pulled my ass cheeks open, poised only a moment over the huge head of his cock and slammed to the base— hard.  Harder than I mounted the ox.  Master Jeb’s eyes opened wide with surprise.

“Well done, slave.  That’s the way a slave should mount his master.  You’re getting used to it aren’t you, boy?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Master,” I replied humbly.

“Can you imagine being taken any other way, slave?” he asked.

“No, sir.  I wouldn’t feel like I was really gonna’ get fucked by a master,” I replied.  

“Exactly, boy.  If a man cares enough to make you mount him right, chances are he’s gonna' give you a first class fucking,” Master Jeb said.  "How’s your ass feel, slave?” he asked.

“Good, sore, and very full, Master.  Better’n 'nit’s felt in a long time, sir.  It’s ready to give you a good ride.  I promise I won’t come this time, sir,” I said.

He laughed at me.  “I don’t think you have any more in you, slave.  Here’s a new order for you to obey.  If you feel you’re coming, I know you’ll do your best not to if ordered, but if you can’t hold it you won’t be punished.  You’ve taught me a lesson today, too, slave.  I’ve only had one other slave similar to you in all these years.  He was a young man, a natural, who was as conscientious as you or more so.  I whipped him and beat his ass until I thought my arm might drop off.  He was the same as you only worse.  I’d give him only three or four strong hits and he’d shoot every damn time.  Finally, I decided to put the responsibility back onto my conscientious slave.  He beat himself up harder trying to obey than any master ever could beat into him until he finally learned.  So it is with you.  You try so damn hard to be conscientious, it will eat you up if you don’t learn to control it and obey your master.”

“You’re exactly right, Master, but please beat my butt from time to time for good measure,” I pleaded with him.

He laughed again at my seriousness.  “You’re going to be an unusual case.  You come without touching yourself while getting fucked, you come while being punished without touching yourself, maybe we should re-adjust our thinking.  It’s a compliment in some ways, you get turned on enough by your master’s control you get off so easily.  I’m not sure we should try to limit it.  Maybe we should see it as a litmus of how good we’re using you.  I think I’ll leave that to Earl to decide if he wants to tackle it; however, if Earl doesn’t want you to come, you won’t.  He’s hell on wheels for discipline and control.”

I began to ride my master and rode him well.  I was getting better at riding and pleasuring a man.  I got him off without a hitch.  My proud reward was two big master loads up my butt.  He replaced my plug, snapped it in tight, and replace my ass cover.

“I can tell I’m going to break a lot of my own rules with you, Beau.  One is, never to tell a slave he was good.  A master may compliment his slave, but should always leave him with the idea he has room for improvement.  That makes a conscientious slave, such as yourself, work harder to please him the next time.  However, Little Beaver, you ain’t gonna’ be hard to train.  You’re a natural, Son.  Like I’ve told you, boy, you have a deep need to serve and be a slave to a good man.  I don’t know if I’m gonna’ be able to teach you much.  Some things, yes, but probably very few.  There ain’t too damn much to improve on those two fuckings.  You took punishment you set for yourself, twice as much as I would’ve assigned you, then you took more, without complaint.  I’m damn proud of you, Son.  You done good, Little Beaver.  I have no doubt you will become a fine slave for some good man.  Give your old master a kiss and be on your way,” he ordered.

He held me and kissed me tenderly.  I felt myself sinking into his soul again and held nothing back.  He put his head to the side of mine and whispered,  “I enjoyed using my slave this afternoon.  The best compliment a master can tell his slave is you brought me a great deal of comfort and pleasure,” he said.

“Thank you for using me, Master.  I’m your slave and need to be used by you as much as you need me.  Please let me serve you more until you sell me,” I said.

“I will, slave.  I’ll use you well.  How could I help using a natural man-slave like you?  You keep my come in you, and don’t take that plug out until you’re gonna’ get fucked again,” he ordered.

“I promise, Master,” I replied.

“Now go.  Have a good time, some new adventures, and we’ll see you two sometime tomorrow afternoon late,” he said.

Master Jim was waiting for me in the kitchen having a cup of coffee.  He looked hot in his leathers.  His cod piece left nothing to the imagination.  You could see the outline of Babe with the head folded inside.  I fell to my knees and kissed each of his boots.  He held his hand down for me.  I took it, kissed the back, and put it to my forehead.  “Come here, boy, and show your master some slave love,” he growled.  I jumped into his arms and kissed him.

“I love you, Master,” I declared.

“I love you, my slave.  Now, how many loads are you wearing up that little ass?” he asked with a smile.

“Two bags full, heavy ones, Master,” I replied.

“That’s good news.  Did he have any problems?” Jim asked.

“Naw, sir, not really.  He seemed pretty strong.  He fucked me good in the sling and then I rode him ‘til I got him off.  I took my time to give him a lot of pleasure, and I have to be honest, Master Jim, riding Master Jeb felt so damn good I took a little longer for me as well.  I think I needed it as much as he did,” I said.

“That’s good to hear.  Did you save enough for me later?” he asked with a big grin.

“By the time we get there, and I’ve absorbed two master loads you better hire a guard for Babe.  He'll be in big trouble,” I said and grinned at him.

Master Jim roared with laughter.  “You ready to ride off into the sunset, Little Beaver?” Master Jim asked.

“Let me grab my jacket, Master,” I said.

“It’s on the bike, Son,” Jim replied.

“Then let’s go, sir,” I said.
   
* * * * * * *

Part II ~ Canto del Quattro

The child most beautiful
it was; it was played to perfection
the nuance of subtle surprise,
vague but not too indifferent
as if new life was the guarantee
of a much greater promise
someone somewhere onetime
confirmed, Sweet Jesus.
From Canto 7 ~ Slave Songs ~ W. D. Dux

It was my first experience riding buddy on the back of a hog.  I felt like a young God.  It was funny to see people in cars look at us in our full leathers.  Master Jim was flagging his colors on a levis jacket overlay over his leather jacket, bandanna around his head; me sitting up high on the back, my hands behind my ass pushing me forward up tight against my giant’s ass, my cod piece crushed against his leather butt, and thinking to myself heaven couldn’t be much better.

I laughed to myself as I wondered what the folks in the cars passing us might think if they knew, less than thirty minutes ago I was riding a big cock instead of a Harley; even now, I had my master’s big plug up my ass.  I chomped down hard on it with my sphincter and clamped my ass muscle to the base as I smiled at someone passing by.  I wondered if they might see the ironic humor of it all?

Probably not.  What they consider strange or perverse isn’t something to laugh about in their small world.  How dare they enjoy their lives being perverts?  Enjoying life?  We can't have that!  Stamp it out.  We normal folks live as real Americans should, with fear, repression, ignorance, and a shit load of guilt.  How dare they ignore our values steeped in thousands of years of myth and superstition and create their own.  They’ll never know true happiness until they’re as miserable with their lives as we are with ours.  Since most breeders don’t enjoy life, why the hell should the perverts.

Master Jim leaned back and yelled,  “That better not be what I think it is poking me in the butt, slave-boy,” he yelled over his shoulder at me.

I started laughing and yelled back, “Oh, God, Master, I can’t help it.  This thing is vibrating my plug and you’re so fucking hot in those leathers, I may come before we get there,” I said.  I laughed again.  “I’m sorry, Master.” I kept laughing.  I had a terminal case of the giggles and couldn’t stop.  He started laughing at me laughing.

“Just keep laughing.  You won’t come if you’re laughing,” he yelled over his shoulder.

I leaned forward and grabbed him around the waist.  I put my head up against his big back.  He moved my right hand down to his cod piece and I coped a feel.  Babe was rock hard trying to escape out the top.  I cupped my hand over the head to keep it warm.

“You dirty old man,” I yelled up to him laughing, “I suppose you want to stick that big thing up my butt, later?” I asked.

“Shore’ as hell thinking ‘bout it, Son.  That’s why it’s hard.  It's got a mind of its own,” he hollered back to me.  We roared with laughter together.

“You won’t have to ask twice, Mr. Biker, I’m an easy fuck for a Harley rider,” I promised.

We rode along in silence for a long while.  My heart was lighter than it felt in years.  For the first time in my life I felt like I belonged.  Other than Jake, I owed it to three men, Master Jeb, Master Jim, and Master Earl.  I would have been satisfied with any of them for my master.  I was truly exploring my passive side and having more fulfilling sex than ever before in my life.  Massive quantities of master come being absorbed into my system was making me into a randy mother fucker.  There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t consider doing with another man at this point in my life.

I saw a chance before me to have one of the most wonderful handsome men I ever met own me and become my master.  I didn’t want to think of any other possibilities even though dark thoughts and some whispers of doubt lingered in the corners of my mind.  I wasn’t going to let them frighten me or keep me from trying to grab my brass ring.  After about an hour on the bike we turned North and started into the high desert near Palm Springs.  We stopped for gas and stretched our legs not far from the turn off.

“Not much further,”Big Jim said, “Beryl’s ranch is on the other side of the mountain from Desert Hot Springs in Morongo valley.  The turn off to his ranch is about eleven miles from here.  We made pretty good time,” he allowed.

We got back on the bike and headed up the mountain.  On the other side we took the first paved road to the left and started winding up into the mountains.  We traveled about five miles when Big Jim pulled off onto a sandy dirt road and drove up to a gate.  He handed me a key.  I unlocked it, opened it for him to drive through, closed the gate and locked it back.  We rode another mile or so down a road that was rough in places and almost washed out in others, up a ridge over the rise, and there, nestled against some huge boulders was the neatest concrete block cabin you can imagine.  

We pulled up and parked the bike in front.  We walked around without immediately going into the house.  It was late afternoon, the colors in the rocks and the desert were something to behold.  Master Jim motioned me to come with him.  He showed me where a hot, mineral water spring bubbled up out of the ground and filled a pool his biker buddies Beryl and Blaine built.  It was a year-round natural spa.  It smelled a little like rotten eggs from the sulfur content, but it wasn’t too bad.  You quickly got use to it.

“I guess they’re off touring,” Big Jim said as he put his arm around me to rest on my shoulder as we walked me back down to the house.  We looked up and saw two matched Harley’s come over the ridge and head down toward us.  The biggest man waved to Jim.  He was bigger than big.  He was bigger than my master.  He was huge.  “Well, I’ll be damned, it’s them.  I can’t believe it.  As many times as I been out here they’ve never been here.  I bring you out and bingo, they show up,” Big Jim said and grinned at me.

The two men parked, killed their engines, and got off their bikes.  It certainly wasn’t difficult to tell which man was Beryl.  God help me he was bigger than my giant.  About a foot taller and outweighed him by a good fifty pounds.  The other man could have been a fucking movie star.  He was wearing sun glasses and a black bandanna rapped around his head and tied in the back as a do-rag.  He was wearing head to toe leather with the usual cod piece.  He also wore a studded dog collar with a small engraved metal pet identification tag.  He walked with a slight limp.  It wasn’t too noticeable, but it was just enough to give him a rolling gate like an old cowboy.  Big Beryl was to us in an instant, easily picked Big Jim off the ground, swung him around, and kissed him dead on the lips.  Master Jim didn’t hold back and kissed him back.

I was watching the good looking one as he approached.  He walked slower and slower, then finally stopped about ten feet away from me, his mouth dropped open, and he just stared at me in disbelief.  He ran at me full tilt with a fierce determined look on his face like he was going to attack me.  He scared the holy b’jesus out of me.  Instead, he fell to his knees, slid the last three feet to my feet, and started kissing my boots.  While he was paying homage and cleaning my boots he began sobbing his heart out.  Beryl and Jim looked at each other, and I looked at them in puzzlement.  Beryl walked over and spoke to him, “Blaine, darlin,’ Big Jim here’s the master.  This fine looking young man is his slave.”

Blaine looked to his master with tears running down his face and spoke,  “You don’t understand, dad— this is Beau James,” he said.

He grabbed me around the waist, put his face up to my crotch, and held me to him as he cried and cried.  I didn’t know what the hell was going on.  How, the fuck, did this handsome man know my name?  I had no idea, but he won my heart with his actions.  I reached down to comfort him and saw a tattoo I recognized.  I was a picture of a bulldog with a cigar hanging out the side of his mouth with the caption ‘Devil Dogs’ underneath.

“Kelly?” I asked softly.  He took off his sunglasses and looked up at me then stood.

“Beau James.  Fuck me in the butt, I never thought I’d ever see your face again in my life.  He hugged me.  I started crying while he was kissing me and hugging me.
 
“Oh, my God!” Big Beryl said, “Is this the Beau James I’ve heard stories about for five Got-damn years?” the big man asked his mate.

“Yes, dad, yes.  I owe my life to this man.  You wouldn't have me for your slave today it it weren't for him.  He carried me forty-two miles on his fuck'n back to get me to safety in Nam.  Got me out of a VC prison holding camp, and refused to dump me when the rest of the guys wanted to leave me behind.  I was a Lieutenant and he was a non-com corpsman in the Navy.  He didn’t even know how to shoot a fucking gun and got seven of us back to safety.  I was ranking officer, but I was wounded.  Thank God, I had sense enough to give him full charge, or we never would’ve made it back.”

I saw tears coming from Master Jim’s face and Big Beryl was a little choked up himself.  I couldn’t get away from Blaine.  He was all over me hugging and kissing me, but I didn’t mind.  It was damn good to see him again after all these years.  He was good looking then as I remembered, but he was fucking gorgeous now; one of the hottest men I ever laid eyes on.  I began to cry with him as I was holding him.  I didn’t know what to think.  I was really confused when Beryl barked at Blaine,  “Blaine, honey, I know this is emotional for you, but don’t forget your slave manners, Son,” he said.

Blaine quickly kissed me, and moved in front of Big Jim on his knees and spoke,  “Forgive this humble slave, Master Jim, I didn’t mean to slight you.  You know I never would,” he said, bent over and kissed each of Big Jim’s boots.

Master Jim put his hand down, Blaine kissed the back, and put it to his forehead and held it there. “Rise handsome slave and show this master your love,” Master Jim commanded.

Blaine jumped into Master Jim’s awaiting arms, kissed him, and started crying again.  “Master Jim, where did you find him?  Is Beau your slave?  How wonderful.  Does he live with you?  Are you training him?” Blaine bombarded Big Jim with questions.

“Easy, Blaine, easy, Son,” Big Beryl said gently.  He turned to me and opened his arms and said, “Welcome, Son,” he said with all the love in his big heart.

I fell to my knees, and kissed each of his huge boots.  I heard the big man sigh with love.  I saw his big huge hand come down to me.  I grabbed it and kissed it a long while then put it to my forehead.  “You better get that pretty little ass up here and show me some love, slave-boy,” he growled.  I jumped into his waiting arms, kissed him, and he kissed me back in a long passionate kiss.  “You are so welcome here, my Son,” he said quietly and kissed me again.

I liked the big man.  He reached down, and with no effort, put his arm under my knees and lifted me to him.  I threw my arms around his big neck, and he turned us both toward Jim and Blaine.  “Get the door for us, Blaine, honey,” Big Beryl barked with affection at his slave.  Blaine headed for the door with a big smile on his face and Master Jim winked at me over Beryl’s shoulder.  “Come on, Jim, I got your sweetie, now get your big ass into the house so’s we can talk.  We been back off a tour for about a week, and we just ran into town for a few things.  We’re stocked up for a month.  How long can you guys stay, two weeks, a month.  You’re welcome.  We’d love to have you,” the big man said. He reached over and stole another kiss from me.  He didn’t really steal it.  I was only too happy to give it to him.  Never felt safer in my life with two giants who loved me.
 
Lieutenant Kelly?  Who the hell would think I’d ever run into him?  My life was beginning to be just a bit too weird.  We got in the house and Big Beryl wouldn’t set me down.  He just set us both in a big overstuffed chair that must have been made for him because it was so big.  He continued to hold me.  I didn’t try to get away.  I was at home in the big man’s arms.  “Beau, honey— would you like a beer?” he asked.

“Yes, please, Master Beryl.  I’d love a brew,” I replied.

“Just call me Beryl, Son.  I’ll know you mean master before it,” he said.

“Is it all right, Master Jim?” I asked my master.

“You do what the man tells you, Son, he’s the undisputed master of this home, besides he’s bigger'n both of us put together,” he said.  Everyone laughed.

“Blaine, honey, would you get us some beers, darlin’?” Beryl asked his mate.

“Be happy to, Master— more’n  happy, dad.  Fucking, damn proud to get you a beer.  You remember, dad, I done told you about a man who rescued me'n Wes from them bamboo cages in Nam.  Well, the first night we stayed in this hidden cave Beau knew about.  Wes was so frightened he clung to Beau like a lost boy, and wouldn’t let him go.  He saw Beau as a lifeline to reality, and I gotta’ say, so did the rest of us men.  He risked his life to cut us out of them cages and he didn’t stop until he got everyone of us out except Murphy.  Stan Kowalski went back with Beau for him because we knew Murphy was shot up pretty bad.  He was dead when they got there so they left him.  They done the right thing.  There wasn't nothing we could of done for him.

Wes was so shaken up, to calm him down Beau held him and tried his best to comfort him.  A little comfort led to Beau making love to him, and he ended up fucking the holy shit out of Wes right in front of six other guys.  No one said a word.  It was like it was the only damn thing that made any sense.  Two people scared out of their minds found comfort making love to each other.  I was straight at the time, but I was so taken with the gentle and loving way Beau took Wes, I had dreams and fantasies for years about it.  I jacked off thinking how it might’ve felt to be Wes underneath Beau and have him make love to me like that,” Blaine said.
 
Big Beryl found the bottom snap on my cod piece, unsnapped it, and moved his giant paw underneath to hold my family jewels beneath the cod piece.  I looked at Big Jim and smiled.  He winked back as if to say, ‘Relax he likes you.’

“Dad, remember that night you had me on the ground, you kept talking to me and playing with my ass?  I was so damn angry with you, I could’ve killed you.  Then, you surprised the hell out of me, the more you worked your fingers into my butt the better it began to feel until it began to feel pretty damn good.  It suddenly dawned on me you weren’t out to hurt me, you were trying your best to make my ass feel good.  You done a damn good job, too.  It was feeling better’n better the more you played with my butt.  Your voice was firm but kind, and as much as I hated to admit it to myself what you were doing felt natural to me.  Like it was the way I was suppose to feel.  I tried like hell not to get an erection.  I was cursing you in my brain, but I couldn’t help it.  My dick got harder and harder.  By the time you ordered me to fuck back with my ass, I was yours.

"I was just so damn embarrassed in front of all those guys.  When you grabbed me, held me close to you with my arms pinned to my sides, told me I had no choice in the matter, I would be your slave, you kissed me, and I flashed back to that cave in Nam.  I wanted to be your Wes underneath you to know that same intensity of love.  Damned if you didn’t give it to me, too.  All fourteen inches of love’n intensity.  You got that man in your arms to thank for your slave, Master,” Blaine said.

Big Beryl stole another kiss from me and squeezed my cock and balls gently.  I took his hand and moved it to my rear and winked at him.  He smiled knowingly and found the snaps.  He felt my huge plug in my butt.  He looked at me and got the biggest grin on his face.  He pulled me to him as if to hug me and whispered, “Jim make you wear that?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, it ain’t been out of my butt since the first night I met him.  I’m required to wear it to work.  Reminds me who owns my hole,” I replied with respect.  The big man just chuckled and moved his big hand back under my cod piece.

“You never told me he was pretty, slave,” Big Beryl barked at Blaine.

“Hell, he always was a looker.  Men and women use to pee their pants when he came around.  I had straight officers asked if he played with men, ‘cause they’s hot for him.  For his protection, I swore he was ‘straight arrow.’  All through Nam he only had one partner I know about.  He only had eyes for Wes.  He shipped over, re-enlisted, but Wes came home.  The man, in your lap, was awarded seven purple hearts and a Bronze Star, dad.  Big Beryl looked at me funny as if to say, 'What do you have to say about that, Son?'

“Master Beryl,” I spoke softly “I was young, stupid, didn’t know no better, and I did what I thought at the time was the right thing to do.  It was what I had to do.  Weren’t nothing heroic about it.  I asked a higher power to give me strength.  I guess they saw fit to gimme’ a hand, and I did what had to be done.  Ain’t no big deal.  For that they went bananas.  Those medals have been haunting me ever since,” I said humbly.
 
Big Beryl laughed, “You know, Son, the bravest men never think of themselves as brave or heroes.  They just do what has to be done.  How can I thank you for my slave?” he asked.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear,  “I’d give you a new penny if I could feel your legendary fourteen inch cock as far up my butt as you could shove it,” I said.

The giant man got tears in his eyes and hugged me tightly.  “I'd be right happy to fill yore' tank, young'un.  If it’s all right with your master, I’d be honored to give you as much as you can hold.  Put your little hand down there, and feel what you just done to this old man,” he said.  I did as ordered and felt his monster stiff as a rod.  “Ain’t you ashamed of yourself for getting this old man excited?” he asked with a big grin.

“Not in the least, Master,” I replied.

He roared with laughter and kissed me again. “If you get tired of this one, Jim, he’ll fit right in here as slave number two,” Beryl said winking at Big Jim.

“I’d be proud to have you as my slave-bro, Beau.  But, in my heart you’ll always be my hero.  If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be sitting here today, a slave to one of the best old men in the world.  He’s the love of my life, and I would’ve never found him if it hadn’t  a’ been for you.  I never would’ve given him a chance if I hadn’t seen how sweet you made love to Wes that night in the cave and the impression your coupling made on my heart.  Ever’ fiber in my body fought against it, but down deep inside I knew I wanted a love like that for my own.  I just didn’t know how to go about find’n it.  Fortunately, I didn’t have to.  It found me in the form of a huge silver-bear who knew what he wanted and how to get it.

"My master took one look at me, knew what I needed, and thank God, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.  He told me before he fucked me the first time he would give me the love I was looking for.  Damned if he didn’t.  I needed a master to straighten my ass out.  Dad Beryl convinced me in one evening he was going to be my master and assured me I had no choice in the matter.  He chose me to be his slave for life, and the quicker I got use to the idea the easier it was going to be for both of us.  I hated him for his presumption, but I was so drawn to the passion of his convictions I really didn’t have a choice.  I never had anyone in my life hit me up side the head with a two by four and say, “Your ass is mine, boy.  You will love and serve only me.  Get over yourself and get used to it,” Blaine said.

I moved in with him the next night, and we ain’t been apart since, except when I didn’t obey him and ended up in a hospital in Tijuana.  I don’t tell him too often, certainly not often enough, how much I love him, and I’m damn proud to be owned by him.  I’ll stand up to the roughest meanest son of a bitch in any outlaw club and tell him Beryl is my master.  I’m his property.  He’s my owner, and this damn dog collar with my name on the tag listing him as owner, proves it,” Blaine said.

“I thought your name was Alex Kelly?” I asked.

“That’s right, Alexander Blaine Kelly,” he said.

“Well, I’m glad to see you found love.  I always wondered if you might not have other thoughts the way you looked at me sometime,” I shared with him.

“Beau, you have no idea.  I was so envious of Wes until I got to know him here in the states.  I convinced myself I was straight, but I never felt really fulfilled with a women.  I could never get enough.  I was never satisfied.  I even fucked Wes one night to find out what you saw in him.  Wasn’t too bad, either.  I played at being a straight, hell raising, womanizing outlaw biker until Beryl come along, saw through my act, and convinced me I was waste’n my time with them broads when he could be fuck’n me, putting my slave-holes to good use pleasuring a man what loved me.  He convinced me my only purpose in life was to be his slave.  Dad had my number from the start,” Blaine finished.

Beryl got a big shit eating grin on his face.  “No, I didn’t.  Ask Jim, he was there.  I just thought you was one of the prettiest men I ever did see; you had a great ass I wanted to fuck, and I decided I was gonna’ make you my slave.  I’s tired of playing with myself and needed a steady hole to fuck.  Yours happened to be the prettiest one around and you were available.  I really didn’t give a shit whether you were straight, gay, or on the fence.  I saw an unhappy man wasting his life, and I made up my mind I’s gonna’ make up your mind for you— no big whoop— you were gonna’ be my slave and take my dick dick up yore’ butt and learn to love it.  Then, I was gonna’ start on them sweet lips of your and make my old dick a new home in yore’ skull-pussy.  I knew it might take a while.  There might be a few knock-down-drag-um-outs and forced rapes; there were a few, not many; but, I knew, in time, you’d grow to love feel’n me inside you; you’d come to respect and obey me like I wanted and we both needed.  End of story,” Master Beryl got a satisfied look on his face like he set the record straight.

“Well, either way, dad, your slave is damn glad you did.  Master Jim, would you consider ordering your slave to strip so my master can see how outstandingly handsome the rest of him is.  He really shouldn’t be wearing clothes anyway, if he’s a real slave,” Blaine said.

“Now, damn it, Blaine, you’re one to talk,” Big Beryl barked, “Get your ass up and off with your clothes right now,” he snapped his fingers at Blaine.

“Off with yours, too, slave,” Master Jim ordered me.  

“Yes, sir, Master Jim,” I replied.  I got up and went to him, knelt, and kissed his boots. “Thank you, Master Jim,” I said.

Blaine had his clothes off by the time I started.  I took mine off and Blaine spied my plug.

“Holy shit, Master Jim, you sure that’s a big enough plug in Beau’s butt?  Look at that monster, dad,” Blaine said.

“I played with it while he’s in my lap, boy.  We already talked about it.  Take a good look, Son, you’re get’n one jes' like it for your birthday,” Big Beryl said and grinned at his mate.

“Thanks a lot, pal," Blaine said as an aside to me, "Shit— it’ll be like every other thing dad makes me do.  I’ll hate it at first; then, I’ll learn to love it, because he wants me to.  Then he’ll laugh at me and  say, ‘See— I told you so, it’s just what you needed,’” Blaine said and laughed.  “Does Master Jim make you wear it all the time?” Blaine asked.

“He put it in my butt the first night we were together, and it’s been there ever since.  The only time I may remove it is to take a shit or when a master removes it to fuck me.  I have to wear it to work every day.  I’m so used to it I hardly notice it anymore, but I know it’s there.  It’s a constant reminder who owns my hole and what it’s for,” I explained.  As I turned I got a good look at Blaine’s crotch. “Damn Blaine, you always were a good looking man but you’re one, fucking hot son of a bitch as you are now," I said.

Blaine move across the room, pulled our two bodies together, reached his hand down, then looked at Master Jim.  “May I have permission to play with your slave’s cock and balls, Master Jim?” he asked.

“Only if Master Beryl gives my slave permission to play with your pussy, slave,” Big Jim grinned.

“Please, dad?” Blaine asked.

“Of course, silly,” Beryl replied.

Blaine grabbed me, gently played with old eight and my low hangers.  Beau, they’re prettier'n I remembered.  Does your master ever let you fuck?” Blaine asked.  

“Easy on the poor kid, Blaine,” Master Beryl barked.

“It’s okay, Master Beryl, I’m having a good time.  My turn,” I told Blaine as I got on my knees to inspect him.  The surgeons did an excellent job.  Blaine proudly stuck his little man-cunt in my face.  I gently explored it with my fingers as deep as I could.

I looked at Master Beryl and winked.  “May I, Master Beryl?” I asked his master.

“Beau, honey— me cunt, su cunt— chow down, Son.  It tastes just like a real one,” he said.

I started eating Blaine’s cunt, and he began to go crazy.  My old cock was getting rock hard.  “Hell, fire!  Take him in there and fuck his cunt, Beau.  That's what I had it made for.  He dreams about you.  I’ve heard nothing but Beau this and Beau that for years.  He never bothered to tell me you were so damn fine looking.  You look one hell of a lot like a rodeo star we know who lives in Tucson we call ‘Cowboy.’  Lives with the father of his lover who was killed in Nam.  They’re both members of our family.  Cowboy and his Master, Dan Yates, gave me'n Blaine this here cabin.  Ain’t two finer men walk this planet, ‘cep’n maybe their slave, Griz.  That man walks and talks with God, and that ain’t no lie.  It's a fact.  He really talks with the Old Man," Beryl declared.

“You're right, dad.  He does.  Beau looks enough like Cowboy to be his brother,” Blaine confirmed.

“I always had a hard on for the cowboy, myself,” Master Jim said,  “Maybe that’s why Beau is so easy to love,” he added and smiled.

“If’n I let you fuck my slave, what do I get in return?” the big man asked with a big grin.

“That new penny I told you about earlier?” I asked.

“Yes?" he asked.

“How ‘bout two?” I replied.

“Got chore’ self a deal, Son, but you ain’t no horse trader.  I won on that deal all round,” he declared and laughed.

“Not from my point of view, Master,” I said as I watched his growing crotch.

“You are wicked.  I like that in a slave-boy,” he said and laughed.

“Two cents is all I’m worth, dad?” Blaine asked trying to sound hurt.

“It’s what those two cents are gonna’ buy me slave— that’s the prize.  You don’t need to understand.  You just give the man your best fuck.  Ya’ hear!” he barked his order at Blaine.

“Yes, Master,  honey,” Blaine said and giggled.

“Mind your manners, slave, or I’ll mind ‘em for you,” Beryl said.

“Sorry, dad,” Blaine replied contritely.

“He seems like a fine, well trained slave, Jim.  You should be proud of him.  He’s almost unreal,” Beryl said.

“Trust me, he’s for real, Beryl.  The most remarkable thing about him is he ain't fully trained.  He won't even begin training for another three weeks.  Jeb seems to think he's a natural slave.  What he says you can take to the bank.  He should be pretty horny right about now.  He's had time to absorb two of Jeb’s loads he pumped in his ass just before we rode out here.  His testosterone level should be maxed out right about now, and he's probably primed for Blaine's cunt,” Big Jim allowed.

“Are you clean, Blaine?” Beryl asked his slave.

“Give me a minute Beau— come— I’ll show you where to wait for me.  Blaine led me down a hall to a stairway that went to a basement dungeon.  It wasn't too big but well equipped.  Wait for me over there on that leather bed, Beau, I’ll be right back,” Blaine said.

I walked back into the living room to get my beer, knelt in front of Master Beryl, and kissed his boots again.  “That’s damn sweet, Son.  Why you doing that?” Big Beryl asked.

“That’s Beau’s way of showing respect, thanks, love, appreciation, and saying please use me all rolled into one submissive action.  He’s a boot slave of the first magnitude.  He’s a sucker for a big man in a big pair of boots, and he knows how to make love to both.  The man’s boots will look like new, and Beau will make him feel like a new man,” Master Jim bragged.

“Could you teach my slave to make love to my boots and clean them for me real good?” he asked.

“I would if ordered, Master, but I’d be more than happy to take care of them for you myself,” I said honestly.

“Show me what chu' got, slave,” Big Beryl said and winked at Big Jim.

That’s all I needed.  His big, dirty boots were the first thing I noticed about Big Beryl, and my mouth watered when I first saw them.  The were dusty, dirty, and had oil and grime on them.  I was about finished when Blaine came back into the room and saw me cleaning Beryl’s boots.

“Come on, Beau.  I’m ready for you,” Blaine said.

“You may as well have another beer, Blaine,” Master Jim said, “you ain’t gonna’ get fucked ‘til he finishes Beryl’s boots.  Best leave him be, you’ll get a much better fuck if you let him finish,” Big Jim said and laughed knowingly.  Damn, he did know me pretty well.  I hoped he wasn’t feeling left out.  I finally finished and went back over several places I was concerned about not being cleaned well enough.

“Is Master pleased, or would you have me do them again, sir?” I asked.

“Look at them boots, Blaine.  He just asked me if I’m pleased?  Get up here, boy,” Beryl ordered, grabbed me, and kissed me hard.

I melted and whispered in his ear.  “I can’t wait to spend my pennies, sir.”

When Beryl let me go, I went to Master Jim, and kissed his boots again.  “I’m all right with this, Beau, trust me.  I don’t feel left out, and I know why you want to try it.  It’s your chance, so go for it.  I’m so fucking proud of you, and I love you.  Now get in there and fuck Blaine ‘til he walks bow-legged,” he ordered, grabbed me, kissed me, turned me around and slapped me on the butt to send me on my way.  I followed Blaine to the dungeon.

“Do you need to clean out?” Blaine asked, “‘cause, trust me, they’re only gonna’ give us about thirty minutes, then dad and Big Jim will be in here knocking on our back doors.  I know them men,” he said and grinned.

“I cleaned myself just before we came.  Other than two loads of Master Jeb’s cream ain’t nothing up there.  I should be fine,” I told him.

“Okay, dad is pretty fucking big, but he won’t make you take it all if you can’t," Blaine said.

“We’ll see,” I said and smiled, “You want me to take charge since I’m gonna’ do the fucking?” I asked him.

“I’d appreciate it, Beau.  I’ve dreamed of you fucking me as a master,” Blaine said honestly.

“Just between us, Blaine, I like you calling me master, but please don’t in front of your master.  You may when we’re alone, and you’ll be my slave.  Now kiss your master, slave, and show him some love,” I ordered him.

Blaine kissed me, and gave me his everything in his kiss.  He became my slave, and I, his master.  We knew we both were other people, but it was our world at the moment, and it was as valid as any relationship.  We knew we bonded many years ago in this relationship when he gave charge of those men and himself over to me.  I was his master then.  I never betrayed his trust and saw to it he got back safely.  I accepted I was his master now and he knew he could trust me to get us where we both wanted to go.  We had no intentions of replacing Beryl or Big Jim, but as in Nam, we now existed in our own small world; in another world all together.  I saved him once, and I was about to receive my reward.  This moment meant more to me than a hunk of bronze on a tacky ribbon.

“Now, get down there and make love to my dick, slave.  I don’t stick my dick into any man who won’t kiss it first,” I said. (Thank God for that line from Master Jeb.)  My voice was lower by a fifth.  What was happening to me?  I was fucking enjoying this.  Blaine was a pretty fair cock sucker and old eight got harder that a rock. “Is your spit gonna’ be enough lubricant, slave?”

“It may be, Master, if not there’s lube and towels handy in those drawers in the night stands,” he replied.

“This is new to me, slave, I ain’t never fucked a woman so I don’t know what to do.  I don’t mean to imply...” I said.

“It’s okay, Master, I know what you meant.  I have a cunt because I disobeyed my master and fucked one too many against his wishes.  Let me tell you, they’re highly overrated.  You ain’t missed a thing.  If Beryl hadn’t forced this cunt on me, I probably would be dead by now.  He didn’t actually force it on me.  He gave me a choice.  Nullo or cunt.  He wasn’t ever gonna’ let me go as his slave, thank God, so I thought a cunt might make him feel good.  I was even more curious how it might make me feel.

"To be honest, I’ve come to love it.  It works much better than a woman’s cunt, I’ll tell you that.  Here let me help you in with it, Master, you’re certainly hard enough.” Blaine gently guided me into his male cunt.  The deeper I went the better it felt until I just let go and sunk my eight to his depths.  God it felt good.  Blaine smelled so damn good, too.  He had a healthy male masculine-stud odor about him.  He had hair all over his massively built chest.  He had pecs for days that made his body appear much bigger than he really was.

I began to fuck him, and he began to moan from pleasure.  “Lemme’ know if I’m doing something wrong or hurting you,” I cautioned.

Blaine laughed.  “Look, Master, I’m a man with a cunt.  Fuck me the way you would want to be fucked in the butt by Master Jim,” Blaine urged.

“That’s pretty damn rough and hard, Blaine,” I said and grinned.

“Take my cunt out for a rough test drive cowboy and see if you can stay in my saddle for eight seconds,” he challenged.

I thought, 'What the hell!'  I can’t stand someone fucking me and trying to be so damn gentle they take all the animal lust and mystery out of it.  I began to fuck him with increasing strength, and he urged me on like a cheerleader.

“That’s it, cowboy, ride this man’s cunt.  Come on, Master, you can fuck harder than that.  ‘At’s it!  ‘At’s it!  Harder now, yeah.  Come on, cowboy.  Spur your old horse.  Make him fuck this slave harder.  Now you’re gettin’ there stud.  Oh, Damn!  Now, you’re doing some decent fucking, cowboy.  Here,— lemme' raise my cunt a little so’s you can get the best stuff.  Yeah!  You’re getting in there good, Master.  Getting the good stuff.  Fuck me, Master!”

I was fucking him pretty damn hard with a good long deep rhythm and Blaine didn’t say anything for a while.  It was feeling tighter and tighter around my old dick.  Blaine knew what I needed, reached for the lube, and put just a little around my cock.  Ah shit!  That was the ticket.  Now this,— this was some damn fine fucking.  I wondered if real women felt this good?  Probably not.  I don’t think their pussys get tighter as the fuck goes on.

“Kiss me, slave,” I ordered.

Blaine kissed me.  I was doing some good hard deep fucking.  I lost myself in making love to him and making my dick feel really good.  All of a sudden, I felt a very big warm finger applying cold KY lubricant to my hole and working it in as I was fucking Blaine.  It was big Beryl.  He passed the tube over to Master Jim who motioned to me to roll Blaine on his side.  I did and Blaine felt KY being applied to his ass.

“See, didn't I tell ya’?” Blaine asked.

“Master Beryl, please— lemme’ kiss it before you shove it in,” I said over my shoulder.  Big Beryl got between us and held his monster in his hand with the head right to my lips.  I kissed it, tongued his piss slit, took a couple good hits on it, and then kissed it again

“Thank you, Master Beryl,” I said.

“You show some manners, too, Blaine,” Beryl ordered his slave.

“Please, Master Jim, let me kiss yours,” Blaine requested.

I was proud of my master as he held his for Blaine to make a little love to.  They lay down behind each of us, and I felt the huge head of Master Beryl’s cock poised at my back door.

“Take me hard, Master, please,” I urged the big man.

“Don’t hesitate, Beryl, that’s the way he’s been trained.  He must be taken that way,” Master Jim said backing up my request.  Master Beryl was a true master and knew how to sink his cock into a slave.  I thought it would never stop going up my ass but in one stroke he was in me to the base.  It felt like the Japanese bullet train just docked in my butt.

“Damn, that was fine, Son,” he said, leaned over and stole a kiss.

“Thanks, Master Beryl, that feels so damn good.  Oh shit, I’m full.  I was in Blaine pretty deep and I felt my master take his ass in one swift lunge.  Master Jim's cock was rubbing against mine inside of Blaine.  What a hot feeling.  I continued to fuck Blaine and with each out stroke I slid up further on Big Beryl and fucked his cock with my ass as I was fucking Blaine with my dick.

“How’s Blaine’s pussy feel, Son?” Big Beryl asked.

“Damn good, Master.  Your cock feels mighty fine, too, sir,” I replied complimenting the big man.

“Well, congratulations, Son, you done took it all— first time,” he said.

“What?  I don’t believe it,” said Blaine as he reached through my legs to feel.  Master Beryl lifted my leg for Blaine and Master Jim to see his big dick sunk in me to the base.

“I’ll be damned, Beau, I got a lot of respect for you taking that monster,” Blaine said.

“Feels pretty damn good to me, Kelly.  No wonder you wanted to become his slave,” I said.

“Blaine, swap some spit with me while your old man fucks me to get me opened up,” I ordered him.

Blaine and I started kissing and both masters took advantage to fuck each of us.  Big Beryl started some long slow deep fucking that drove me round the bend.  Master Jim must have been getting to Blaine as he developed a deep throated moan that increased with Master Jim’s strokes.  Blaine broke off kissing me for a moment.  “Fuck my ass, Master, Jim.  Please fuck me.  Take all you need and then tear off an extra piece to take home with you," Blaine pleaded like a needy whore.

“You’re opening me up real good, Master Beryl.  God, that feels good, sir,” I complimented Master Beryl.

“Damn, Blaine, honey, this slave’s a fine piece of ass.  You give him a good fuck’n now or you know what I’ll do,” Big Beryl admonished his slave.

“I will, Master, I promise,” Blaine replied.  He moved his cunt closer for me, but started trying to take over the fuck.

“Blaine,” I said firmly, “Let me do the fucking.  Hold that man-cunt up there for me and work with me.  I’ll get us off.  I promise,” I said.

“You heard the man, Blaine, let him do the fucking,” Beryl ordered and laughed.

“Yes, Masters,” Blaine replied.  Beryl poked me gently in the back with his big hand when he heard Blaine use the plural.  He was one sharp, good looking old man who knew how to fill a man’s ass and give him what he needs.

“Beau, you ever fucked a woman?  Don’t be embarrassed, Son.  No one's gonna’ laugh, or they got me to reckon with,” he warned in a gruff voice.

“No, sir, but Blaine ain’t like no woman,” I replied.

“No, he ain’t, Son, you’re right.  I didn’t want a woman.  I wanted Blaine with a customized store bought cunt.  He made the choice to have a cunt.  I’m glad he did ‘cause I love it, and I’ve gotten a hell of a’ lot of milege out of it.  I hardly ever hit his shit-chute no more; maybe three of four times a month.  If I wake in the morning and he’s got that hot little ass pushed up against daddy’s crotch, what’s a man to do?  You hit him in the first available hole.  Fourteen inches rammed up his shit-chute wakes him up pert-damn fast.  Anyway, you want Dad Beryl to teach you how to fuck a cunt, Son?” he asked seriously.  

I didn’t know what to say but Big Jim came to my rescue.  “My slave would be proud and honored to have you teach him how to fuck a cunt, Master Beryl.  It’s all new to him, he don’t know what you got in mind, but I do.  He’ll enjoy it,” Big Jim said and sort of chuckled like he knew what was coming.

If it was good enough for Master Jim to approve I wanted to try it.  “Yes, sir, please, Master Beryl,” I replied.  He reached around behind him under the bed and brought up two eight inch wide canvas belts that attached to a ratchet device.  He put one around my belly down near my crotch, under and around his waist.  He hooked the end through the ratchet device and pushed the lever until we were drawn tightly together with his big cock locked all the way up my butt.  He slung one over my chest, did the same with that one and Blaine helped ratchet us tight.

He tested it.  Every movement he made with his hips I had to make a corresponding move.  Our bodies were tightly locked together.  We were like master/slave machines in which the slave copied the movement of the master.  Big Beryl was an inventive man.  He was going to do the fucking with my dick while his big cock was soaking in my butt.

“What about us?”  Master Jim asked.  I’d like to control Blaine’s cunt to see what it would be like.  You mind, Blaine?” Big Jim asked.

“Of course he don’t mine,” Big Beryl said for his slave while handing Master Jim another belt contraption.

“Hell, no, Master Jim, sounds like fun to me,” Blaine added, “It’ll make me put it up there to dad and Beau and give ‘em a good fucking,” Blaine urged my giant.  Big Jim already had the lower belt around them and finished the top one with my help.

“Gee, Master Beryl, I feel like I’m part of your body,” I said.

“You are, Beau.  I’m in control and I’m gonna’ show you how a man fucks a cunt using your dick,” he replied like a dad about to take his boy out in the family car and allow him to drive while sitting in his lap.  The old man was dead serious and I thought, 'Go for it, Beau, give the old man full control.  Learn something from the man.'

Berly reached around, grabbed my rock hard dick and guided it back into Blaine’s cunt as Master Jim shoved it onto my cock.  Shit, this felt weird but wonderful.  Big Beryl began to fuck Big Jim/Blaine’s cunt.  He would move our hips in a bit of a circular grinding motion and then go for some deep jabs deep into his cunt.  Blaine was responding like he was on Spanish fly.  Master Jim was doing a fine job keeping Blaine’s cunt stable and in the right position.

“Now we’re gonna’ fuck him a little harder, Son.  You okay?” he asked.
 
“Damn fine, sir, couldn’t be better.  I don’t know which feels better, my full ass or my dick inside Blaine,” I said.

The big man began fucking Blaine’s cunt pretty hard with a good deep steady rhythm.  I completely relaxed and let Master Beryl take full control.  I was enjoying the ride from both ends.  I didn’t have to do any work.  Everything was being done for me.  It began to feel more than real fine and Big Beryl could tell from my ass I was getting ready to pop my nut.  “Put it up there for the man, Jim, he’s about to come in his first cunt. That’s it— right there,” he urged.

“Can I come, too, dad?” Blaine begged.

“If you can, honey, get it.  I’m gonna’ make sure our guest gets his pert-damn quick, now,” he replied.

“Just a little more, Son, we’re almost there,” Big Beryl said and kissed me behind my ear, “Feel that, Son?  Oh, yeah!  I feel that little ass trying to eat my dick.  Now— when you feel like you’re gonna’ shoot push back as hard as you can in the saddle and let Dad Beryl drive you home.  Here we go, Son.  Yeah, I feel that little butt beginning to chow down on my dick.  I feel it coming.  You’re chewing my old dick good.  Let’s get it all the way in that little cunt.  Yeah!  That’s it!  Now, Son!” he ordered.

I shoved my ass back as hard as I could on his huge cock.  That’s all he needed and the big man started fucking Blaine’s cunt really hard and furious with my cock.  I lost my mind and started shooting into Blaine, load after load.  My ass tried to bite Big Beryl’s dick off as I filled Blaine’s cunt.  Every time I thought I got it all out, Big Beryl would fuck more furiously into Blaine’s cunt, and I’d unload another volley.  I must have come three times in a row.
 
“Oh, Oooh, Ooohhh, Master Beryl!  Damn you’re using my cock really good.  Oh fuck, I’m coming,” I yelled to him.  I came, biting on Big Beryl’s cock, came again, bit down on it so hard I heard him laugh and came again. “Oh, God!  Master Beryl that’s one of  the best feelings I ever had in my life.  My cock was still pumping out come and my ass was still chomping down on his enormous cock.  He took one more big stroke into Blaine’s pussy with my dick, and I felt him explode in my butt.  I could feel him filling me with his come.

“Keep fucking me, dad!” Blaine yelled to his Master, “I’m almost there,” he said.  The old man made my still hard dick fuck his handsome slave’s cunt until he shot out his little piss hole.  Only Master Jim didn’t come.

I couldn’t have my master not coming.  I knew what I had to do.  I couldn’t thank Big Beryl enough and Blaine was kissing me.  I whispered to Master Beryl I needed to be free to take care of my master.  He understood.  I moved quickly to undo Master Jim’s belts and reached down and pulled Babe out of Blaine’s ass.  I mounted him as fast as I could get him up my butt.  I started riding like a fucking demon.

“Mind if we watch you pleasure your master, slave?” Big Beryl asked as he was holding Blaine in his arms kissing him.

“I’d be honored, sir,” I replied, but  I didn’t stop my job.  I felt Babe responding to my thrust.  “I need your seed up there with Master Beryl’s, Master Ox.  Lie back, relax, and let me show these two men how you taught your slave to pleasure his master.  Your slave loves you and is gonna’ take care of his master.  Gimme’ Babe.  All of Babe,” I said.  I was riding him pretty hard and fast with a good rhythm.  Babe began to swell to spitting size.  I knew he was close and felt him rise to meet my thrust.  I didn’t slow down as I was determined to claim my Master’s come for my ass.  I hunkered down and rode harder and faster, slamming my ass against his hot leathers.  He arched his back, raised his hips upward once more; I knew I had him, and I felt his flow began.  

“That’s it, Master, shoot your hot master load in your slave boy’s pussy,” I pleaded.  Damn I was starting to build myself, but I couldn’t stop now.  “Permission to shoot, Master Ox?” I shouted.

“Granted slave, ride old Babe to the barn, Son, your giving me the good stuff, Little Beaver.  Don’t spare the leather, slave,” Master Jim commanded.

I rode my master down hard and shot three feet in the air.  Big Beryl and Blaine were gasping because I shot again so quickly, untouched.  My master, my giant, went into his unconscious animal-coming mode as his spit and saliva went everywhere.  I rode him down to a trot with my ass still spasming.

“Woah, damn— thank you, Master Ox, for that good ride.  Thank you, sir.  Oh, Master, old Babe did it to me again,” I said as he was coming around from his petite mort.
 
"Not bad, Little Beaver, not bad a’ tall.  Thanks for thinking about me, love,” he said.

“You’re my master, and I love you.  What’s your slave for if not to pleasure and bring comfort to his master?” I asked.

“Hear that Blaine?” Master Beryl chided Blaine.  Blaine looked at me and shook his head.

“How do you come without touching yourself?” Blaine asked.

“He’s been carefully trained,” Master Jim said.

“It took a while, but Master Jim’s a great teacher, a fine Master,” I replied supporting his statement.

“I believe it,” Master Beryl said, “Come on guys let’s us out to the hot pool.  Blaine, honey, grab us four more beers,” he said.

“Yes, sir, dad.  You know what, Master?” Blaine asked his big owner.

“What, Son?” he asked.

“You’re one hell of a man and your slave loves you, sir,” Blaine said quietly.

Big Beryl grabbed Blaine, hugged him, and got a little choked up.  “If you only knew how much this old man loves you, you shithead.  Now, go get us them damn beers, cunt face, before your old man makes a fool of himself and breaks down in front of our guest,” he growled at Blaine.

“Proud to, Master,” Blaine replied.

We got into the pool and the hot water was wonderful.  They built it strangely.  When you first looked at it you thought it was too shallow on the sides and too deep in the middle.  When you got in you saw their reason.  It was deeper in the middle and only a couple of feet deep around the edges.   It made it great for lying on your back and looking up at the stars; a million stars.  So many stars you can see in the desert.  I lay in Master Jim’s big arms teasing him with kisses.  He pulled me on top of him with my head resting on his big chest and my butt between his legs.  Babe kept poking me in the back.

I kept talking to his dick like it was a person.  “All right, Babe, if you don’t settle down and behave, I ain’t gonna’ take you to the barn no more,” I said.

“How can you talk to the ox that way, slave?” Master Jim asked, “He loves you so,” he added.  We had Master Beryl and Blaine laughing at us.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?  You’ve got more names for each other.  That’s a true sign of love,” Master Beryl said and laughed, “How did you two getting together," he asked.

I didn’t say a word.  I was going to let Master Jim tell them what he wanted, and I would ‘Amen’ it.  He was pretty straight forward with them about our situation.  They seemed disappointed.  “Damn, that’s too bad.  I was looking forward to adopting Beau as my nephew, bro.  He’s one of the only men what's been able to take all of me the first time except Jimmy and Cowboy.  After our first night together, it took me almost a year to get Blaine to take all of me.  Of course, the doctors knew his cunt was gonna’ be for me, so they took a cast of my cock and made a sterile foam model to build his cunt around.  How many operations did it take, hon?”

“About eight in all, but it was pretty special to build it to take you, dad,” Blaine replied.

“Well, I ain’t sorry we spent the money, are you?” Beryl asked his slave.

“Oh, hell, no, dad,” Blaine replied.

“It really has calmed Blaine down.  He can’t worry about sex too much because if he gets horny he can’t jack off.  He can’t even get off on a dildo.  I caught him trying several times when he was being punished.  I withheld his dad’s cock from him.  He has to have his daddy’s dick to get him off.  He’s become a pretty good and faithful slave.  It certainly cured him from fucking women,” Big Beryl declared and laughed hardy. “He gave me a run for my money, but I think he’s come around to believing he’ll be my slave for the rest of his life.  I told him the first night I chose him for my slave, he'd get used to the idea.  He knew I would never let him go.  Hell, he can even come when I fuck him in the ass.  He never could do that before we had his cunt installed,” Beryl said as he pulled Blaine up to his big chest and kissed him on the neck under his dog collar.

“So you are to be trained by Master Jeb and Jim, then be put on the market in about three months?” Blaine asked quietly.

“As I understand it, right, Master?” I deferred to Master Jim.

“Yes, love,” he replied quietly.

“Well, it’s obvious the two of you are very much in love,” Master Beryl said.

“I won’t deny it,” I replied.

“Neither will I,” Master Jim agreed, “Jeb’s a strong man with definite ideas.  He already had someone in mind for Beau.  It just so happens, Beau has fallen in love with the man Jeb wants him to be with,” Big Jim lamented.

“Is he a good man?” Big Beryl asked.

“The best,” we said in unison and laughed.

“He was Wes’ last Master, Blaine,” I said.

“Earl Shaw?” he asked.

“You know him?” I asked surprised.  

“Yeah, we know him well.  He comes out here all the time to get away from the city.  He helped us build this pool.  We’ve known him for a long time, but we didn’t get to know him really well until after Wes was killed.  We’ve known him for years.  When we’re here we ride in to visit him once a month or so,” Master Beryl said.

“Did he know you and Wes were in Nam together?” I asked Blaine.

“I think so, but we never discussed it much other than I was an officer and Wes was enlisted.  He knew I knew Wes in L.A. before he met him.  I was trying to be straight then and didn’t hang out with Wes much.  By the time Wes became his slave I was running with the Hot Dawgs,” Blaine replied.

“How can you love Earl and want to be his slave when you’re head over heals in love with Jim?” Master Beryl asked like he was confused.

“It ain’t Beau’s fault, Beryl.  It’s my fault.  He knew from the first what he wanted.  I stupidly shined him on, and kept him at arms length, all at Jeb’s request.  Beau wasn’t getting anything back from me.  He met Earl D. by chance, spent a weekend with him, and they fell in love.  By the time I realized what a fool I’d been, it was too late.  Jeb made me promise I wouldn’t fall in love with Beau.  He had someone else in mind for him.  I didn’t know it at the time, but the man he had in mind was Earl D. Shaw.  God knows I tried not to fall in love with Beau.  Shit!  Who am I kidding?  I loved him the first minute I laid eyes on him.  We got together last night and pulled down all fences.  We admitted we love each other.

"We can’t be around each other ten minutes, and we’re in each other’s arms.  I’m not even gonna’ try to hide it from Jeb any more.  If he weren’t so damn stubborn, the only one who knows what’s right for people, Beau and I might be getting together.  There’s more to the story than we’re telling you.  You’ll eventually find out.  It’s pretty miraculous actually.  There are other, unseen forces we think might be instrumental in getting Beau and Earl together.

"However, I just decided, I’m through with all games and Beau don’t play games.  Beau leads with his heart.  What you sees is what chu' gets.  Maybe, it’s for the best.  I might be too easy a master for Beau.  I'd probably spoil him rotten.  Maybe he needs strong control and discipline as Jeb claims.  All I know is, I’d keep him well fucked, I’d own the cleanest pair of boots around, and I’d love him more than he could imagine,” he said.  I got a tear in my eye.  I reached up to kiss Big Jim.  He put his mouth over mine and kissed me gently.

“Well, that’s a pisser, guys.  Let’s put our money together and buy him for ourselves,” Big Beryl suggested.

“Naw!  I don’t wanna’ piss Jeb off.  We go back too far to part ways now.  Besides, Earl Shaw is a brother.  Beau will thrive as his slave,” Master Jim said.

“Well, ain’t no doubt about it, Earl D. Shaw is a good man.  I don’t know how he’d be as a master,” Big Beryl said, “He loved Wes with a passion, but I heard he’s a strict disciplinarian and expected Wes to walk a tight rope.  Wes worshiped him, though.  I know Cowboy thinks the world of him,” Beryl said.

“You want to tell ‘em why we originally came out here?” Big Jim asked me.

“Yes, sir.  I asked Master Jim if he ever rode anyone on his Harley with his dick up their butt and traveled over a bumpy road,” I said.  

Master Beryl and Blaine roared with laughter.  “Hell, Son, we do it all the time.  We have to ride about three quarters of a mile down to the gate to get our mail.  There never is anyone around out here but us unless we have guest and that ain't too often.  Blaine has a pair of leather pants like yours where a piece snaps out of the ass, and I have my cod piece leathers.  He gets on my old cock and we ride down together to get the mail.  He usually shoots just about halfway back ever' time.  So do I when I feel his little ass try to bite my dick off.  There’s a trick to it we’ll show you tomorrow,” Beryl said.

They were wonderful men.  They made us feel welcome and included.  I didn’t allow my attention to waver from my giant for the rest of the evening.  I felt bad I deserted him for the bedroom.  We went to bed that night and held each other.  I ended up curled up in his big arms and fell into a peaceful sleep.  I awoke later with him sitting up, asleep, still holding me.  I woke him, made him stretch out, and kissed him goodnight.  Lying beside my giant, his huge arm thrown over me, holding me to him, Babe poised at my back door, listening to his soft breathing, I felt a peace that surpasses all understanding.

There came a wee small voice over the sounds of night in the desert.  “Give up struggling, and let it be.  The giant will always be yours, don't be afraid to give him your love.  Serve him well, but you must honor your commitment and not deny your love for Master Earl.  They are your future, love them with all your heart.  Serve them well.  Strive to be happy.  These things have been chosen for you.  Be wise enough to accept them.  Honor yourself, and know— you are loved.”


End Chapter 11 ~ The Ties That Bind
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