THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 13 ~ Clan McInnis

Meeting The Family ~ 

“In olden times my Master did battle with the highland tribes,
his strong and fearless slave fought fiercely by his side,
the victory theirs, his Master bought him pretty ribbons
to lemniscate his bright red beard and light green eyes.
No spoil of victory does the warrior slave have longings for,
his hard fought prize lies warm between his noble master’s thighs”
From: Canto 40 ~ Slave Songs ~ W. D. Dux ~ Posthumous     
         

I didn’t want my ride with Big Beryl to end.  I felt like a five year old boy being taken for a ride on his daddy’s big hog.  His huge bear-like arm was wrapped around me to make sure his little boy didn’t fall off.  Never mind he tweaked my tits from time to time.  A daddy has that right.  This old man could’ve tweaked anything I had, and I would’ve begged for seconds.  I thought about what Master Jeb told me: sometimes, the truest members of your family aren’t born under the same roof as you.  I understood what he meant.  He was right.
 
This man, and my slave brother, in a short period of time have been to the gates of hell and back with me.  They looked into my soul and found it fair.  I was accepted as worthy.  They offered me family.  I couldn’t refuse.  Who wouldn’t want a brother with a cunt and a dad with a fourteen inch cock?  We pulled up and Big Jim came out to greet us followed by a mob of bikers who were in randy spirits.  I noticed four or five nude men with dog collars.  Blaine himself was naked.  They all wanted to know where we were and what we were up to?
 
Blaine winked at me and did a questioning movement to me with his hands like he was pulling a rope on an overhead pulley.  I nodded, smiled back, he smiled knowingly opening his arms as if to welcome me, then blew me a kiss.  Big Beryl once again swept me up into his huge arms and announced to all, “Okay, I know you horn dogs are anxious to meet Big Jim’s new slave, but give us a minute and you will.  Jim you want to come with us?” he asked.

I had my arms around Beryl’s bull neck as the big man carried me into the house amidst whistles and cat calls.  He and Big Jim carried me into the guest bedroom and closed the door.  There was a knock on the door.  It was Blaine asking if he could come in.  Dad said ‘yes,’ but close the door.  Blaine ran to me as dad set me on my feet and hugged me.  “Welcome to the family, little brother.  Can I see?” Blaine asked, referring to my stripes.

“Blaine, give the lad a chance.  Don’t forget your manners, Son,” Big Beryl said gently, “He has to take his leathers off anyway to be presented to the family.  Beau take your leathers off, and Jim re-seat his plug if you wish.  He has a lot to hold in there for a while.  Blaine, help him off with his leathers.  Make yourself useful,” he said.  He spun me around and looked at me sternly.  “And as for you young man.  I hope you learned your lesson today,” he growled at me in his best stern master's voice.

“Yes, sir, I did, Master Beryl,” I replied.

“And what lesson did you learn, slave?” he asked.

“Dear God, you just had to ask,” Big Jim blurted out laughing.

“That you love me, Master Beryl,” I said humbly.

He was silent for a moment then let out the biggest whoop of laughter I ever heard.  He grabbed me, pulled me to him, hugged, and kissed me.  “That' right, that's exactly the lesson you were suppose to learn, slave,” he said.  He patted me on my sore ass and I winced. “Every time you sit down for the next couple of days you’re gonna’ be reminded of who loves you, and just how much.  Welcome to the family, Son.  Help him off with his leathers, Blaine.  Get him some ointment for his stripes, and I’ll go throw a bone to the dogs.  Blaine, come and get me when he’s ready.  Jim you wait here with him,” Beryl ordered.

Blaine was like a nervous midwife.  I set gently on the bed.  Shit, my ass hurt, but it hurt good.  I was proud of how much it hurt.  Sick?  Not for me and Blaine.  “Blaine, honey," I smiled at him, "how can I be so proud of the way my ass hurts?  And, Blaine, it hurts so damn good,” I moaned.  I had tears in my eyes.  Blaine rolled on the floor laughing with me.  Big Jim was chuckling like a proud papa.

“You should be proud, little bro.  You’re the only other person to taste his whip besides me.  Now, you can call him dad and know you’ve earned the right.  Congratulations, my hero brother,” Blaine said.

He hugged and kissed me on the cheek.  He got my boots off, and helped me off with my leathers.  Master Jim stood me up, turned me around and whistled.  Then he spun me back around and kissed me tenderly.  "Welcome to the family, slave.  You have my full trust to be the slave I need you to be.  I’ll never question your desire to be my slave again.  Hit the position, I’ll re-seat your plug, you can meet the family, and then we have to get on our way back to Mt. Washington.  We have an hour and a half on my bike, and you have to make up your mind on the way if you want to stay over or leave for Silverlake.”

I hit the position and Blaine went to get some ointment.  Master re-inserted my plug and made sure it was properly seated.  He cleaned me gently and got a warm wash cloth to wash old swinger and my balls.  He rinsed it and gently wiped my face.

“I washed my coveralls yesterday morning.  So I don’t have to go home, Master.  How could I leave you this evening?” I asked.

Once again I had tears in my eyes.  He was holding me as Blaine returned to apply some ointment. “Five, six, seven, eight, nine— nine?” Blaine asked.

“I shot my load a nine, Blaine,” I said.

“Here’s number ten.  Oh, and here’s number eleven. Yes, I can see it clearly,” Blaine was bragging.

“Yeah, I begged him for that one to get the rest out,” I said with a smile.

“You came on number nine?” Blaine asked in awe.

“Afraid so, is that bad?” I asked.

“Hell, no, that’s damn good.  You don’t know how many times it took me to learn to come at all that way.  Now I can come at eight, or nine almost every time.  Whammo!  Saved my ass from being shredded several times.  Dad takes me to the barn every other month or so to remind me who's boss.  As if I didn’t know,”  Blaine said looking down between his legs.  We laughed.

“He made a believer out a’ me, Blaine.  I love your old man,” I said.

“Our old man, little bro, our old man,” Blaine reminded me.

“Thanks bro, I guess we really are brothers now,” I said.

“Yeah, but I’m the brother they should be calling Little Beaver,” he said.

“Blaine, you’re much badder than I am,” I accused him.  We rolled with each other laughing.

Blaine left to get Beryl.  He returned in a moment.  The mob outside began to chant.  “Jim/Beau.  Jim/Beau.  Jim/Beau.”

I thought they were chanting ‘Jimbo’ for Big Jim.

“Hear that, slave, there chanting for you,” Beryl said.  I was confused.

“Jim, lead your slave behind me.  Blaine, bring up the rear,” Master Beryl ordered.

Away we went into the room with the hottest men and a number of straight women; straights, masters, slaves, and independents, all chanting, “Jim— Beau.”

I suddenly understood.  I didn’t know what to think.  It was the first time in my life I was ever nude in front of so many people.  Somehow, it didn’t bother me at all.  I was Master Jim’s slave, his chosen one.  I had nothing to fear.  He was the only one in the room I must please, and it pleased him for me to be nude.  End of story.  As we came into the room a hush fell over them, they craned their necks and tip toed behind others to get the best look they could.  Then one person started clapping, then two, then six, until they were all stomping their boots, yelling, whistling, and applauding.

Big Beryl held up his hand for silence.  “Ladies, (a giggle went through the crowd), gentlemen, masters, slaves, I have the pleasure of presenting to you my brother in our family clan, who will present to you his slave and our new family slave.  Master Jim’s slave is a full member of this family, Clan McInnis, with all the rights and privileges of any slave within this clan,” Beryl said.

The old man grabbed me and spun me around so everyone could get a good look at my stripes.  There was many 'aahs' and 'oohs' when they saw my shredded ass. Then they clapped, stomped their boots again, and chanted,  “Beau!  Beau!  Beau!”

Big Beryl held up his hand, turn me back around, put his big arm around me, and pulled me close.  “Beau is a new slave entering training under Master Jeb and Big Jim.  He is to be afforded your protection from any outsider wishing to do him harm.  Furthermore, he is a member of my inner circle of family consisting of my slave Blaine, Master Jim, Breed, and now Beau James or Little Beaver.  Any man who harms him, harms me, and mine.  I give you, Master Jim,” he said.

There was a big applause.  “Thank you, Master McInnis, my brother, Beryl.  Friends and family members may I present to you my new slave for training, Beau,” he said. Master Jim snapped his fingers at me,“Kneel before your new family, slave.”

I did and turned the palms of my hands outward.  Someone started a chant in the back of the room.  “Beau!  Beau!  Beau!  Beau!”  They got louder and louder, and broke into yelling and screaming.

“He will now be happy to meet each of you individually showing masters, straight men and their ladies his respect and your slave’s his love,” Big Jim announced.

There wasn’t a man in the room who didn’t get in line.  I’ve never kissed so many hot pairs of boots in my life.  I was in boot-slave heaven.  Several of the masters were handsome men and the straight men didn’t hold back their affections.  The hottest kiss I got was from a straight man who turned to his lady and asked, “You sure we can’t get one of these?” he asked.

She gave me an even hotter kiss and played with my cock until it was hard. “I have no problem with it if it’s anywhere near as hot as this one,” she said.  Everyone saw  her looking at my rock-hard cock in her hand, licking her lips, and roared with laughter.
 
The masters would have their slave’s kneel in front of me to hug and kiss me.  One small slave was the prettiest young boy whose master recently had to have his penis removed for medical reasons and only his balls remained.  His master named him 'Button.'  He was as cute as one.  He was barely eighteen but looked about fifteen.  He was shy and embarrassed.  I kissed him, and held him close for a few moments.  I began to get hard, and he could feel me.

I whispered to him so only he could hear me, “You’re so handsome.  Be proud of who and what you are.  Be proud of the good man you serve.  He wouldn’t let them remove your penis if he didn’t love and care about you.  You’re very special to him.  I can tell by the way he looks at you.  Besides, my love, he’s got to be one of the most drop dead good looking men I ever laid eyes on,” I said.  We shared a secret laugh, “You’re a lucky slave-boy to have that handsome man for a master.  Be proud of him and his love for you.”
 
He went away walking a little taller with a smile on his face.  His master, Zack, pulled me aside later and asked what I said to him because his slave wouldn’t tell him.  I told him, I meant him no disrespect, nor did I wish to offend him, but unless his slave gave me permission or my master ordered me, I couldn’t tell him.  He accepted my reply.  “Well, whatever you told him, here’s my thanks,” he said.  He leaned toward me, and the handsome master kissed me gently on the mouth.  I winked at his slave, and shook my head to communicate I didn’t betray his confidence.  He nodded his understanding and his face lit up with a big smile.

We met everyone.  Blaine and a couple other slaves put out food.  We had a quick bite, and Master Jim sent me in to dress because we had to leave.  I went into the bedroom to put on my leathers, and Blaine walked in.  “My Master sent me in to check on you, and help you load Master Jim’s bike,” he said.  

“I’m just about finished Blaine, but while I have you alone for a minute I must tell you why I wanted to try your cunt,” I said.

“Little brother-- Beau, my hero--- don’t you think I know?  Don’t you think for a minute our old man doesn’t know either.  Believe me, if you ever decide to have it done, you won’t regret it.  At least, I haven’t.  I really can’t speak for others, but when I have that old man up inside me rootn’ around ‘til hell won’t have it, I wonder what I ever wanted a dick for in the first place.

“I never really got that much out of fucking women.  I just thought if you were a man that’s what you did.  I had a big dick, and they thought I was good looking.  Thank God, dad thought so, too.  It became a challenge to me to see if I could fuck a good looking woman before anyone else in the crowd had her.  I never made it a secret I was dad’s sex slave, his boy.  He never lied to me.  My master told me exactly how it was going to be.  There was no doubt in my mind of his resolve I was going to be his slave.  He overwhelmed me and fascinated me at the same time.  I knew from the first night I ask him to fuck me there was no turning back.  Never really wanted to.  The first time I had that old man inside me, I knew I could never go back.
 
“I don’t feel like a woman if that’s bothering you.  I’m not, nor ever will be a woman, but I do love my little man cunt.  The only thing I miss is jacking off.  I have to depend on dad to get me off.  That’s his way of controlling me.  You and I both know I need someone to control me, so it works out.  When I’m a bad slave I don’t get fucked.  When I’m good he gives me more sex than I need.  That old man wakes up horny and goes to bed horny,” he said and laughed.

“Kiss me, brother,” I said to Blaine.

He laughed at me.  “Your slave awaits, Master,” he said.  We kissed a good kiss.

“I miss you already, bro,” Blaine said quietly.

“Me, too, love— me, too,” I agreed.  We carried Master Jim’s bag out a side door and loaded his bike.  We went back to get Master Jim.  Everyone 'ooed' and 'aahed' again at me in my leathers.  I knelt in front of Master Jim and lovingly kissed each of his boots to much more clapping and 'aawws.'  His hand was waiting, I kissed the back, put it to my forehead, and held it there.  “Come, handsome slave... come to your master’s arms,” I did and we kissed a long and passionate kiss.  Clapping from the crowd and more 'aawws.'

“You ready, Son?” he asked.

“May I have your permission to say goodbye to someone special, Master?” I asked.

“Certainly,” Jim replied.

I walked over to Master Zack.  All eyes in the room were watching me.  I knelt in front of him.  “With your kind permission, Master Zack, may this slave tell your slave goodbye?" I asked.

“We’d be honored, slave,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” I said.

I turned slowly to Button who was kneeling, too. “Please stand, little brother. ” He looked at his master who nodded his okay.  I gently kissed where his little penis had been, put my cheek to his stomach, and hugged him tight.  “Now, kneel down here with me,” I said.  He did without looking at his master.  I spoke softly but loud enough his master could hear.  “I just wanna' make sure you remember what I told you," I said.

“I’ll remember,  Master Beau,” he said.  'Awwws,' from the crowd.

“I’m not a master, little one.  I’m a slave just like you.  Call me Beau, Little Beaver, or big brother, understand?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” he replied softly.

“Now, gimme’ a hug and a big kiss,” I said.  Button kissed me like an angel, a very passionate angel.

“I love you, Beau,” he said.  The crowd went 'aawww,' again.

“I love you, too, little brother.  If you ever need to write me or talk, only with your master’s permission, he knows where Master Jim lives and how to contact him.  I’m his slave.  Now, you be good to your master and remember what I told you,” I said.

“I will and thank you, Beau,” he replied.

“You’re welcome, Button,” I said, “And thank you, Master Zack,” I added.  I kissed each of his boots.  He had his hand waiting.  I kissed it and put it to my forehead.

“Get up here, slave,” he ordered.  I arose and he put his arms around me with tears in his eyes.  Master Zack hugged and kissed me. “Thank you, Beau, thank you so much,” he said from his heart.

I turned to the crowd. “I wish I had time to individually wish each of you a good night as my heart would want, but please forgive this slave and his master, we’re running late.  Thank you for welcoming this slave into your family.  I couldn’t wish for better.  Goodbye, goodnight, and may the Great Spirit walk with each of you, especially you, my love,” I said and blew a kiss to Button.  They clapped, waved, and yelled goodbye.  I returned to Master Jim who had tears in his eyes as did the old man.  Beryl and Blaine walked us to the Harley.  I thought the old man was going to lose it.  He hugged and kissed Big Jim, then hugged and kissed me.

“I’m not good at goodbyes, Beau, especially someone I just welcomed into my family.  You don’t want to see this old man lose it, now, do you?” he asked.

“Sweet Jesus, you just had to ask,” Master Jim said rolling his eyes toward heaven.

“Well, yes,” I said laughing, “I’d like that very much,” I replied.

“Give me another kiss, you asshole,” he barked at me.  I fell into the big man’s arms.

“I love you, dad,” I said.

“You know I love you, Son.  Now, you two ride safe, and Jim, gimme' a call when ya'll get home, please,” he said.

“We will, good night,” Big Jim replied.

We rode away into the cool desert night air.  I’m sure it was the wind that was making the tears form in my eyes, because I was getting water from Big Jim’s eyes as well.  “You okay, Master Ox?” I yelled up to him.

“Just a little sad the weekend’s coming to an end,” he replied.

“Yeah, me, too.  I don’t know when I had a better time, but my ass hurts like a motherfucker,” I groaned.  He started laughing and I laughed, too.  We laughed all the way to the gate.

The ride back to Mt. Washington was magic.  Coming down Kellogg hill before West Covina you could see the lights of the city for miles.  When you’re on a bike with the air around you, the lights, the feeling of power and speed, there’s nothing like it in the world.  We made good time and got back just before eight o’clock.  I was exhausted.  All I wanted was to shower, service my master, and hit the sack.  God, my ass hurt good.  I felt every rock on the ride to the gate and every flaw in the freeway.  I thought about sending a letter to my State Assemblyman.  Dear Sir, Have you ever tried to ride on the back of a Harley with an ass that’s just been freshly shredded by an eighteen foot blacksnake bull whip?  Well, let me tell you, sir, with the flaws in our freeways, it’s not pretty. Your’s truly,  Slow Walkn’ Slave.

Master Jeb was there to greet us.  He was not the least concerned we were a bit late.  He told me he found my coveralls in the washer and dried them for me.  I fell to my knees and kissed his boots to thank him.  After he told me to rise he looked me in the eye. “You’ve gone through a lot since I last looked into those eyes,” he said.

I hugged my rock to me. “You are so right, Master.  You don’t know how fuck’n right you are and please excuse your slave’s language,” I begged.

“That’s all right, Son.  Tell me, do you have new family now?” he asked with a smile.

How could he know?  I was too tired to figure it out.  “Master Beryl inducted me into his clan.  Blaine, his slave, is the officer I carried on my back to safety in Nam, who put me up for the star.  Their friend and outlaw biker, Breed, who mistreated Yoshie was a grunt whose guts I shoveled back into his belly in Nam and saved his life.  Have I been through a lot?  My ass has been shredded by Master Beryl’s eighteen foot bullwhip, yet I feel so fucking proud, and it hurts so good I don’t know whether to shit or go blind.  You would have been proud of me, Master, I didn’t come until the ninth or tenth stripe of his whip.  I don’t know,” I shrugged my shoulders, “You tell me, please, Master, do you think that’s a lot?” I asked and grinned.

He looked at me incredulously shaking his head not wanting to laugh because it sounded so preposterous.

“Go ahead, laugh, Master, I have been to keep my sanity,” I said. Master Jeb laughed with me and held me.  He was slowly becoming my foundation, my cornerstone for a new, exciting concept of family.

 “Beau, I don’t worry about your sanity.  You’re working it out by leaps and bounds.  Can you hear the echoes of that frightened little butch bottom who walked in this house several weeks ago?” he asked.

“Master Jeb, I don’t even know who that person was; not wanting to be a slave to another man; fearful of giving up his independence.  What a laugh.  Afraid of being told what to do and when to do it.  He’s slowly fading and a new man, a man-slave is emerging from the cocoon who can’t wait to try his wings.  Even if, by some quirk of fate, Master Earl doesn’t win the bid, I’ll be the best slave I can be to the master who decides to buy me.  I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Then, I take it we can skip the lecture on ‘punishment for punishment’s sake,’” he said laughing.

“Only if you weren’t going to demonstrate, Master.  If you were then I insist,” I said and we shared a laugh.

“Beau, you’re a treasure.  Go on, we’ll talk later, my love.  Go serve your giant.  He’s probably feeling a bit down knowing the weekend is coming to an end,” he said.

“Yes, sir, he already shared that with me, and thank you for the chance to have quality time with him.  I know you arranged it and gave of yourself to see it happen.  I love you for that, Master, thank you,” I said.

“Go— on with you, go,” he waved me away with his hand.

I knelt and kissed his boots once more before departing.  “Goodnight, Master,” I said.

“Goodnight, Son,” he replied.

I climbed the stairs, quietly walked to the Bear’s Den and found Master Jim in his chair, in the dark, looking out at the city.  I knocked softly.  “Come,” he said quietly.  I went to him and knelt to kiss his boots.  He let out a big loving sigh and gave me his hand.  I kissed it lovingly and massaged it with my fingers before putting it to my forehead.  When I did he leaned over and kissed my forehead by my hand and pulled me into his big lap.

“I know,” I said.

“I know you do, love.  I know you feel the same,” he replied.

“You’re right, I do, but come, Master Ox, my giant, my master, my animal, my clansman, my protector, my brother, my lover, my heart, let your slave take all that from you for a while and forget we have to part tomorrow morning.  I would do anything for you at this moment to ease your pain,” I said as I reached up and kissed him gently behind his ear.

“You mean, as sore as your ass is, you’d ride old Babe to the barn?” he asked.

“I’d strap them spurs on your boots myself Master and tell you not to spare the horse.  By the way, Master, did you call Master Beryl?” I asked.

“I just got off the phone with him.  I called while you were in the kitchen with Jeb.  You have no idea the impression you made on that man.  He will be your champion until the day you die, and then, sing heroic songs about you afterward.  He founded our clan and it’s not easy to get into.  Many have tried and not been accepted.  The one’s who are in the clan are wonderful people.  I hope you get a chance to know them.  I know you will.  Earl and I both are members of his clan family, Clan McInnis.  I could just kick myself...” Big Jim started.

“We weren’t gonna’ talk like that.  You promised your slave, and he expects his master to keep his promise,” I said softly.

“You’re right, that’s part of trusting me to be your master.  It’s when I think of things, like what you did for that little slave tonight.  He was so fucking scared and embarrassed.  You went out of your way to make him feel like a king.  You singled him out to say goodnight.  You were the star of the evening, and yet you knew he was hurting.  You stopped and shared some of your importance with him.  You let him know you thought he was important.  That did more good than you or I will probably ever know.  I know his master got me aside and couldn’t thank me enough for you.
 
“You don’t know the impression you made on everyone by that small, simple act of kindness.  The way you dealt with his master was equally impressive.  I knew at that moment Jeb was right.  It’s nothing but a compliment to tell you you’re a natural slave.  I trust you to be my slave and obey any order I give you without hesitation.  I know you’ll obey me.  I can take that to the bank, just as I know when Big Beryl sets himself up you’re gonna’ shove him off his perch and make him laugh all the way down.

“You’re the only man, master or slave, except the cowboy, who can get away with it, and he loves it.  You may get your ass beat regularly, but I’m beginning to believe you wouldn’t mind that too much.  What you did for that kid, Beau, was the same thing you did for Breed in Nam.  You didn’t pass over him.  You stopped to care.  You did something.  You saved Breed’s life.  I don’t think you remembered Breed because in your mind you probably wrote him off as dead.  You did your best, but you thought he died.  You were almost shocked he was alive,” Big Jim said.

“You’re right, Master, I was.  I truly didn’t think he would live in the chopper back to the hospital.  I did get a letter from him and was glad he made it, but I never thought I’d see him again.  There were hundreds like Breed I saved, Master.  Hundreds I didn’t pass over and was ordered to.  I was always in deep shit because I stayed behind to help just one more.  I was too good at what I did for them to bitch too much; besides, those medals don’t mean shit on the outside, but while you’re in the service, they open doors you wouldn’t believe,” I said.

“Knowing you, you never used them for promotion; just to get them off your back so you could do your job,” Big Jim said.

“That’s about it, sir, you know me pretty well by now,” I replied.

“Is there anyone you can remember who you would want to run into?” he asked.

“Yes sir, one man.  His name was Johsua Cochran.  He gave me something for safe keeping, and I want to give it back?  I’ll show you, sir.” I left and went to the place Master Jeb put my box and brought it back with me.  I carefully undid the box and took out another small rectangular box.  I crawled back up in Master Jim's lap and handed him the box.  He took it, opened it, and removed the contents.  A perfectly rectangular ten inch piece of clear acrylic plastic, two inches, by two inches, by ten inches.  He held it up to the light.  “My God, Beau, it's the man’s penis!” he exclaimed

“Yes, Master.  He was another wounded man I couldn’t pass over and the other corpsmen wrote him off for dead.  I knew a man can live without his penis, but you have to stop the bleeding or he will slowly bleed to death.  I shot him up with morphine, lit him a joint of killer weed, and cauterized the sucker right there in the field.  I picked up his dick and slipped it into the pocket of my field jacket and thought I’d see if some hot shot surgeon would try'n reattach it for the poor guy.
 
“We were told if a man got his penis shot off, it was better to let him die by bleeding to death.  All the other corpsmen passed him over.  I couldn’t get him out of the field quick enough to have his penis reattached, but I did talk to five of the surgeons.  They examined his dick but none of them would try.  They said it was off his body too long.  Hell, they could have a least made an attempt.  I was heart sick because, you gotta' admit it is a beautiful cock.  I brought it back to camp with me and made love to it that night I was so frustrated, distraught, and angry,” I said.

“I’m afraid to ask.  What did you do with it— that is— to make love to it?” Big Jim asked in awe.

“I pulled a couple of  rubbers all the way over it, tied them with a string at the base.  I lubed it real good with KY, shoved it all the way in my ass, then went and screwed the shit out of Wes a couple of times.  As I fucked Wes, I could feel it creeping further up my ass every time I came but it was on a string.  I could pull it out.  I slept with it way up inside me all night.” I started to cry softly on Master Jim’s chest.  “Now, you know the worst of me, Master.  I’m ashamed.  I suppose one might think I desecrated the man’s organ, but in my defense, I wanted it to have someone share love with it even if it was me who had to do it.
 
“I had the next day off, and I was making a monkey pod coffee table you could put shells and stuff in then pour it solid with acrylic plastic.  When you finished you could see through it like it was glass.  I made a little box and poured his dick in solid plastic to preserve it.  It hasn’t changed a bit from the day I put it in my pocket.  See.  I even engraved his name on it.  I tried to find him since I been back, but haven’t been able to.  Master, do you think it would be too gross to give a man back his penis after all these years?” I asked.

“I’d certainly want it if it were mine, and if you ever do find him I wouldn’t hesitate telling him the same story you just told me.  I'd want to know someone felt so strongly about me losing my penis he took it and used it to have sex one last time.  What you did and the spirit in which you did it was not one of desecration.  It was one of love and homage to the poor man.  You bet I’d tell him.  If you were with me, I’d order you to tell him,” Big Jim said.

“You can anyway,  Master.  If that’s your wish, I know you wouldn’t order me to do something you didn’t believe was right.  Is that your order for me?” I asked.

“I don’t mean to take advantage of my position, but in this case, yes, it very definitely is my order.  That’s how strongly I feel about you being up front and honest with the guy.  He’d probably be thrilled by your story unless he’s become a hardened asshole.  In that case you did your best to tell him how upset and empathetic you were for his loss.  If you tell him you took his severed cock to six separate surgeons to try to find one who would even attempt to reattach it, what man could harbor hatred toward you no matter what you did with his dick?  We can’t ever be one hundred percent sure someone is going to react the way we hope, but how often has your gut-reason and truthfulness steered you the wrong way?” he asked.

“You’re right about that, Master,” I replied.  I put Josh’s penis away and changed the subject.  “May I sleep in your arms tonight, Master?"  I asked.

“I’m glad you decided to stay to sleep in this old man’s arms.  He just may never let you go,” he said.

“Then come, my giant Master, let your slave undress you and whisper sweet secrets to Babe.  Would you want me to jump in the shower first?” I asked.

“Oh, no, you got at least two hefty loads up there, maybe more.  Let’s add one more, plug your butt so they don’t leak out and you can absorb your good Masters' come.  I notice your beard is getting heavy and your moustache is filling in well.  You’ve got a bit more hair on your chest, too.  Several Masters wondered if you were a master who decided to switch.  Little Button just knew you were a master.  He was damn cute but his master shouldn’t have left the balls. He should a’ had ‘em sewn up inside him,” Big Jim commented.

“I think I agree, Master.  I think it would've been easier for the kid to adjust.  Shit!  Would you listen to me.  Six weeks ago I would’ve run the other way and now I’m expressing an opinion on something I may very well have done to me in the near future.  I just realized, I’m not afraid anymore.  I don’t think I could’ve reached out to Button if I was afraid.  In essence I told him, “I’m not afraid so you shouldn't be afraid,” I said.

“You’re absolutely correct, love.  If it ever comes to be, do you fear me taking them?” Big Jim asked.

“Not a bit.  If you require them, they’re yours.  Whatever it would take to serve you I’m willing to give.  I might beg you to consider a man cunt like Blaine’s.  If that was unacceptable then I wouldn’t question further,” I said.

“Does it bother you I may have changed my hard line on the subject?” he asked.

“Not at all, Master.  I just think you’ve worked through some things and if you found a slave who willingly provided for your needs you wouldn’t have to require it of them.  I hope I might have had some small role in that decision; however, what if your slave felt it necessary for him to prove to you the totality of his commitment to be your slave and give them to you like Scout did?” I asked.

“That, in some ways, can be as empty a gesture as Scout’s ultimately was.  He knew he was holding back from me, and he thought it would be the ticket that would gap the divide between us.  I’ll admit it helped, but there was always something missing.  It’s vain to compare people and you’re nothing alike; however, unlike Scout, you have never held anything back from me from my first night with you.  If anything you give fifty percent more than a hundred percent of yourself to me at all times.  Like right now, your ass has to be dragging and hurting like hell, yet you’re so concerned for my pain, yours doesn’t matter.  Why would I want your cock and balls to wear around my neck when you give me more than what I need?” he asked.

“As a trophy, perhaps,” I replied.

“Wearing my collar and leash, with you on my arm... that’s trophy enough for me, Little Beaver,” he said.

“Do you really mean it, Master Ox?” I stroked for more.

“With all my heart, little one,” he said.

Of course we kissed.  It was one of those moments when your soul pours into another and becomes one.  Something I never thought would happen between the giant and Little Beaver.  A painful alarm rang in my subconscious; remember your commitment to Master Earl.  You will honor your commitment to the man who first made claim for your heart.  A man who had no hesitancy to ask you for a commitment in return.  A man to whom you promised your all.  You will honor that commitment.
 
Give the giant what you can.  You have love enough for both.  Just don’t mislead him there’s the smallest chance you’ll have a change of heart about your commitment to Master Earl.  You can’t and you won’t.  Not to be spiteful to the giant, you’re not enjoying his pain, but it’s not your fault.  He had a chance, he knows it, he will have to deal with it.  For now, pleasure him as he is today, your master.  He will become more than you expect through your training.  Show him your love and respect.  You’re not to be the judge of him.  He will judge himself.

“Come, Master Ox, let me undress you, rub your back for you.  Under your leather cod piece I can hear a wee small voice of a good friend who’s crying to himself: ‘Little Beaver forgot about me.  He doesn’t love me any more.  He ain’t rode me in a long time.’”

I lifted his left leg between my legs with the instep of his big boot to my crotch and clamped my thighs around it.  He put his other big boot on my ass and gently but forcefully pushed until his left boot began to move off his foot.  It came off and while I was enjoying the smells of it I was clamped on to his right boot being pushed on my ass by his big foot.  With both of them off, he smiled his proud papa smile as his little boy feasted on the fresh smells from both his boots.  My dick got roaring hard.  The smell of my giant’s boots does that to me.  I don’t care if I've just been fucked for the fortieth time and came every time.  Put his boot under my nose and ‘Sproing!'  Is that being conditioned to sexual response?  Bet your sweet ass it is.  I loved it.  It was a sure guarantee I’d be ready for him at a moment’s notice.

I rode Babe good.  Not just a trip around the block.  I rode him and made him climb the hill at least three times until the giant was ready to ring my neck if I did it to him again.  When a giant threatens bodily harm you know it’s time to ride Babe to the barn.  Poor Babe’s tongue was hanging out when the giant arched in mid air sending every last drop of his come into me with saliva slung everywhere as the beast in him lost it.  I loved his fucking beast.  I felt the love of my old man in the desert every time I slammed my ass down hard on old Babe.  I could feel his heavy breathing  over my shoulder giving me pointers,  “A little harder right there, longer strokes, 'at’s it, 'at’s it, Son.  Now, take the man home, slave, you’ve worked hard for his prize.  You deserve it.  Enjoy it.”

“Thanks, dad,” I said quietly.

“You calling me, dad, Beau?” Master Jim asked.

“No, Master, I was just thanking dad for the tips he was giving me while riding Babe and for my shredded ass,” I replied.

Master Jim laughed.  “Yesterday, I would say you’re yanking my chain.  Now, I  think, ‘That was really nice of old Beryl to help out,” he said and laughed harder. “I told you I was a convert.  I won’t never question what comes out of your mouth again.  I’ll just think, 'Well, it’s kinda weird, but I’m gonna’ bank it just in case,'” he added.

Master Jim reinserted my plug, and we showered together making sweet love.  Since I didn’t come while riding Babe (I was too busy listening to coach Beryl)  The giant made me straddle his big leg and bounced me, fucking my plug while jacking me off in the stream of the hot water.  It didn’t take long for old swinger to shoot with his monster paw wrapped tightly around it choking it to death.  Woah, dogies, bingo, and jackpot all rolled into one.

I crawled into bed one tired little mother.  I’d never had so much emotion, sex, joy, love, pain, acceptance, giving, receiving, laughter, and heartache crammed into one twenty-four hour period in my life.  I became a Mt. Washington Rough Rider, and I was damn proud of it.  Almost as proud as the flesh on my butt.  I felt like I could face anything.  Bring on your worst, world, Little Beaver is ready for you.  I lay still as my giant gently rubbed ointment on my proud butt.  It felt so good having his massive paw rub my ass.  Then he moved to my back, I remember taking one deep breath and letting it out slowly.

I must have drifted off to sleep when I felt two massive hairy arms thrown around me, pull my backside to a hairy monster’s chest and crotch.  It brushed its hairy face against my neck, probably to sniff me to see if I smelled edible.  Its male member kept sticking out between my legs.  I was in a nether world caught between dreams and awareness, ‘I hope it’s a good monster,' I thought to myself, 'It certainly feels comfortable.  It’s so damn warm with all that fur.  I wonder if it will just let me sleep next to it for a while?  It may eat me during the night— don’t care— be worth it.”


End of Chapter 13 ~ The Ties That Bind
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