THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 14 ~ Bondage To Freedom

Part I ~ Giving Notice
   
“Clocks can not tell our time of day, nor reason why we pass this way!” ~ W. H. Auden

Master Jim set his alarm early, and Master Jeb set the coffee to be ready for us.  I told Master Jim he didn’t have to get up early, but he insisted.  I took a quick shower, pulled my coveralls on and headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.  Master Jeb was already up and the three of us drank coffee together.  Master Jeb talked to Sam again and said I didn’t have to ‘give notice.’  It was all taken care of as far as Sam was concerned.

He said Sam and Yoshie would be happy to store my bike in their garage, they have plenty of room.  Master Jeb said Master Earl called to say ‘Hello’ and asked how decisions were coming.  Big Jim already asked if I could relay Beryl and Blaine’s message to Sam, and Master Jeb said ‘Yes.’  He didn’t see any danger to Yoshie as he knew Beryl and Blaine were good men who would protect his anonymity.
 
I wanted to get to work early to help dad with the assignments so I finished my coffee, hugged and kissed Master Jeb, and asked if I might ride up Wednesday evening for the night.  He seemed thrilled I might want to.

Master Jim walked me to the garage, hugged and kissed me goodbye.  “You really gonna’ come up Wednesday, Beau?” he asked like a little boy.

“You don’t want me to?” I asked and looked hurt.

“Are you kidding?  I can’t speak for Jeb, but I know one old man who would piss his pants he’d be so happy,” he said.

“Promise you won’t waste it, Master Ox,” I pleaded.

He threw back his head in laughter. “You didn’t learn anything from that whipping of Beryl’s,” he said and grinned.

“I’d settle for a big hug from my animal,” I replied.

“You may have it, slave, from my heart, ride safe and give us a call.  Let us know how you’re doing.  Oh, fuck it, Beau, you know I love you and it’s unconditional.  Take my love with you, be a good slave, and be a better man.  Remember me to Earl, my clansman brother, give him my best, and of course, that will be you.  You’ve become the best of me which only makes me a better man.  No two good men ever deserved each other more than you and Earl.  I don’t fear the future.  I awoke last night with you in my arms and knew our love will survive.  What I’m trying to say is, I know how empathetic your heart can be and not to worry about me.  Your love is safe with me,” he promised.

“I’ll try Master Ox.  I love you, too.  You wouldn’t respect me if didn’t honor my commitment, and I do love Master Earl with all my heart.  My offer still stands to buy you a slave for a toy.  I can’t thank you enough for the weekend even though my poor ass is a mess,” I said and winced.  We both laughed.
 
It was sure different leaving my giant than it was the first weekend I left.  He gave up fighting against love, and I was glad.  I was happy for him as well as me.  I felt so much more comfortable entering training with this development in our relationship.  I hoped slave training was going to be something I would have fond memories about for the rest of my life.  If it was anything like the weekend I just experienced I knew it would be wonderful.  I was glad my giant was going to be a part of those memories.
 
I got to work early and no sooner turned the corner than the flashing lights of a police bike pulled me over.  Guess who?  I wanted to climb off my bike and jump his bones.  He was on his way to work and stopped for a minute to ask about my weekend.  “I certainly hope you pulled me over to arrest me, Officer,” I said.

“I should throw your pretty ass in jail for stealing my heart; however, if you promise to return it to my place this evening and submit to my punishment, I think we could forgo a blot on your record,” he replied and grinned real big.

“I can’t give it back, Master.  It’s permanently locked inside my heart, but I’ll gladly give you both for safe keeping,” I said.

“Two for one?  Sounds like a bargain to me.  Seems like it's been a month since I made love to my slave,” he said.

“Hell, Master, I’m sure it’s been longer than that,” I assured him.

I told him I was now a full member of Clan McInnis and relayed Master Beryl’s message.  I told him about my ass, and I thought he was going to fall off his bike laughing.  “So, you're not only to be my slave, you are now my clansman brother in the founder’s circle.  I wonder, when I buy you if that will make me privy to the inner circle by bond?” he asked and laughed.

“The way Big Beryl and Blaine talk about you, you already are, Master Earl.  They think the world of you,” I assured him.

“I love them, too.  They’ve been rocks to me when I needed someplace to escape.  When I do go out there, they allow me to be myself and never push.  I’m always welcome to join in, but never forced or expected to.  It’s always my choice.  They’re two wonderful men, and I care for them very much.  I’m glad you met them,” he said.  We waved as Sam pulled in the lot.  He smiled real big, parked, and headed over to us to say ‘hello.’

“Earl.  Beau.” Sam said and shook hands with Officer Shaw,  “Earl you look good.  No, hell, you look great.  I’d say you’re a master what’s found himself a worthy slave,” Sam said.

“You’re right, my good friend, and how is Yoshie?” Master Earl asked.

“He’s just finishing up Med school at U.S.C. and will enter internship at Queen of Angles in about six months,” Sam said proudly.

“You must be very proud of him.  I’m happy for both of you.  I’d like to get together with you before much longer if you guys can come some weekend for food and pool.  Beau is going to be with me the next two weekends before he enters training.  Let us know, I’d love for Beau to meet Yoshie,” my master said.

“What about this weekend?  Say, Sunday around noon?” Sam inquired.

“Great, we’ll count on it.  Really good to see you again Sam and thanks for your help with my new boy here,” he said.

“It’s not just for you.  We’re pretty fond of the lad ourselves.  We’re glad you’ll allow him to work after training.  We don’t want to lose him.  See ya' Sunday noon,” Sam said, waved goodbye, and walked back toward the lot.

“My best to Yoshie, Sam,” Master Earl said as he waved goodbye.  “I’ve gotta’ run, Son.  Have a good day and come on up after work.  I’ll be waiting.  I’ll grab us some takeout.  Love you,” he said.

“I’m so glad you stopped to say, ‘hello.’  See you around five-thirty or six.  I need to check my mail and feed puss.  Greg has been feeding her all weekend.  I love you, too, Master, and can’t wait for this evening.  Your slave is hungry and craves what only you can feed him,” I said.

I watched with a lump in my throat.  I didn’t have to take him his heart.  He just rode away with both.  I rode in, parked my bike and headed for the office.  Sam handed me the assignment sheets and told me for the next two weeks they would be my responsibility, but dad would help me until I got off the ground as new foreman.  I thought they were going to wait until I got back, but this made sense.  They may as well start breaking me in.

“I guess Jeb told you I got you four months leave of absence without pay, but your new job will be held until then,” he said.

“Master Sam, I can’t thank you enough,” and added, “That’s the last time, today I’ll call you that, but I felt like you deserved the respect from me, certainly the appreciation.  I owe you a lot,” I said.

“Nonsense, Beau, glad to do it.  You’re family now.  You’ll understand what I mean a little later,” he said.

“Well, I was inducted into a clan family over the weekend and became an immediate family member of the clan leader’s circle,” I said with pride.

“Did you take all fourteen inches of that horny old goat?” he asked and fell out laughing.

“I’m not ashamed or bragging, but yes, Master Sam, I did,” I replied.

Sam whistled. “You got my respect, kid,” he said and laughed.

“Big Beryl’s slave is the officer I carried on my back over forty miles in Nam.  Their friend, Breed, who abused Yoshie, was a grunt whom I shoveled his guts back into his belly and saved his life.  Nothing was said, don’t worry.  They’re very protective of Yoshie.  So am I.  Beryl and Blaine sent a message to you for Yoshie.  They love him and are thrilled he’s happy, owned by a good master, and doing well.  Not to feel bad about not contacting them and don’t contact them for his sake.  They wanted him to know they’re proud they helped him get away,” I said.

“They’re good men.  Yoshie speaks of them often and has pangs of regret he hasn’t felt safe enough to get in touch, but that will change in time.  So, my young handsome slave, how’s your ass this morning?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“God, Sam, it’s frick’n shredded,” I groaned.

Sam fell over his desk laughing.  “I know’d that old man for years.  Used to ride with him and Blaine.  They don’t know who bought Yoshie.  They don’t know it’s someone they know well.  I ain’t been in touch with them since I bought my slave.  Thought it best not to.”

“I agree.  They still don’t know.  I didn't tell them who my boss was.  I just mentioned I had knowledge of Yoshie and his master is my boss.  They asked if I’d relay a message,” I said.

“I’ll certainly tell him.  He’ll be thrilled to have word from them.  He loves them very much.  By the way, did you say anything to Jake about promotions?” Sam asked.

“Naw, sir, not a word.  Didn’t think it was my place to,” I replied.

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t.  No, hell, I knew you wouldn’t.  Then it’ll be a good surprise for him this morning,” he said.

Sam no sooner got that out when Jake walked into the shop with a big smile on his face.  Dad walked in Sam’s office and patted me on the butt.  I winced, but dad didn't pick up on it.  Sam did, grinned, and winked at me.

“How’s my boy this morning?  Howdy, Boss,” he said in good spirits.

“Hey, dad, good to see you.  You look bright eyed and bushy tailed,” I replied.

“Don’t know ‘bout the bright eyes, but I sure as hell got a bushy tail,” he replied.  We laughed.

Sam told Jake about his new promotion and the plan until I got back from four months leave of absence.  Dad was stunned for both of us.  He didn’t know who he was happier for, him or me.  We hugged each other and he patted me a little lower on the butt to see if I was wearing my plug.  Sam saw him and blew him away.  “It’s there, Jake, I done checked already,” Sam said.

Dad Jake started giggling like a kid who got caught with his hand in the candy jar.  Sam went on, “Just be careful with it today, Daddy Jake.  Your kid got his ass shredded by a black snake bull whip over the weekend by the biggest damn outlaw biker you ever saw.  He became a new member of a biker clan, and it’s part of their initiation.  Oh, and by the way, next time, make sure your boot print is facing the right way, okay?” Sam, walked away chuckling to himself.
 
Dad looked  at me quizzically, and I shrugged like I had no idea.  Before work started, dad and I gathered all the mechanics together.  Sam announced the promotions and the new job assignments.  I was to become the new shop foreman effective immediately, and dad was to take over Sam’s job.  Most of the mechanics were happy about it, but there are always those who grumble, like Tom.  He had seniority over me, and boy was he  pissed I was promoted over him.  Tough shit.  I wasn’t going to do his work for him like dad did for several years.  Either he pulls his load, or he’s out the door.
 
I was working in my bay as the morning wasn't too busy and nobody seemed to need my help.  Dad came around and wanted to know how I was doing.  “Work wise or personal wise, dad?” I asked.

“Both,” he replied.

“Work wise, you know I can handle it, just like I know you’ll be great at Sam’s job.  Personally, if you’re worried, I still love you as much as ever.  You’re my dad.  You always will be and by the way, old man, your boy is really proud of his dad and his promotion,” I complimented him.

“I’m proud of you, too, Son.  I know damn well you can handle the foreman job.  After all, look who taught you.  What I really wanted to hear was the second part.  You know I love you, too, and that’s all I want is to be your dad.  The other’s too complicated for me right now, but when your dad snaps his fingers, you damn well better do as your old man says,” he growled at me like a real dad.

“You old fart, you know I wouldn’t have it any other way.  As long as when you snap those fingers you point to your boots afterward,” I said.  We shared a good laugh then I continued, “Now, I have Tuesday and Thursday afternoon after work this week.  My place, for a beer?  Maybe, a nice father/son sit down chat and explain to your kid about the birds and bees?  The very kinky version banned in the bible belt.  You may have one or both afternoons.  For me, the sooner the better.  I’ve missed my old man and could use another one of his grand openings,” I said.

“Grand openings?” he asked laughing.

“Yes, sir. You know I’d hire a brass band and charge admission if you’d let me.  Fireworks and the whole McGilla,” I said.

He was holding his gut he was laughing so hard. “Can I have both afternoons?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied with enthusiasm.

“By tomorrow afternoon I should be ready to fight your cat for its scratching post,” he said.

“Your boy will be proud to scratch that itch for ya,' dad,” I assured him.

Dad walked away laughing.  I knew he’d be back.  I went to work and the time flew.  My ass felt so damn good every time I hit the creeper to crawl under the truck I was working on.  I stopped a couple of times and thought about the old man and my bro in the desert and knew they were thinking about me, too.    
 
Jake and I had a great lunch together.  He took my bike to Lee’s kitchen and got us Chinese take out.  We got enough for Sam and shared with him.  He was delightfully surprised and seemed to enjoy our company.  Dad surprised me as to how open he was around Sam joking with me.  I played it cool because I didn’t know how much he knew about Sam and kept kicking him gently behind Sam’s desk.  Sam was a good sport, but didn’t give dad much to go on.  Dad never ask me if I knew anything, and Sam sensed I was faithful to his position.  The man was too damn good to me to do otherwise.  The end of the day came quicker than I thought it would.  Now, to see my master.  I rushed to the apartment.  Puss was sitting on Greg’s front porch and looked at me like, ‘Thought you left town?’  She moseyed over and decided to come in.  I petted her for a minute and asked how she’d like to live with Greg?  She had no comment.

There was no mail worth reading.  I jumped on my bike, and headed for Officer Earl D. Shaw’s house.  The door was open for me as I rode up and parked my bike.  My Master walked out still in his uniform.  I hoped it was for my benefit.  It’s the first time he kept it on since my first visit to his house.  My master, the cop.  Did he look handsome in his uniform?  His eyes are the most beautiful eyes I ever saw on a man.  I still had my dirty coveralls on and asked if I could take them off in the car port.  He took them, threw them in his washer, and started it.  He noticed I wasn’t wearing my harness then caught sight of my ass and started laughing.

“Why does everyone laugh at me when they see my ass?” I asked with a grin.

“They aren’t laughing at you.  They’re laughing with you and your ability to accept the rite of passage.  We’ve all been there onetime in some way or another.  Come on, my handsome slave, in the house with you,” he ordered.  We walked into the kitchen.  I fell to my knees to kiss his wonderful boots.  I saw his hand come down, I kissed it lovingly then put it to my forehead.  “Come, show your hungry master your love,” he commanded.  I rose, began to kiss him gently, and he took over from there.  Wow, he wasn’t kidding, he was hungry.

“Master, may I clean your boots for dessert?” I asked.

“Sure, that’s why I kept my uniform on for you.  You may as well get use to it.  It’ll be one of your permanent jobs,” he said with resolve.

I thought to myself, ‘I can live with that.  I wonder if he thinks that’s gonna’ be hard for me to adjust to.  Woo hoo!  Never been to Africa but have I got gnu’s for him.  I helped him dish up dinner.  He stopped, bought great Italian food, and I pigged out.  We talked about my weekend and his.  I told him everything and the more he listened the stranger the look on his face.  He became very quiet, almost contemplative.

“Should I not have told you these things, Master?” I asked.

“Yes, absolutely, Beau.  I’m sitting here stunned at what’s been happening to you in relationship to what I’ve witnessed happen between us.  It seems like someone, somewhere has a plan.  I’m not even going to try'n guess who or what.  All I know is, they dropped us in each other’s laps.  I love you and want to make you my slave for life,” he said.

“The commitments I made to you were from my heart, Master.  They’re the most powerful feelings I ever felt for anyone, and they’re still strong.  Stronger now than ever.  This past weekend was nothing short of a major revelation for me.  I would accept your claim at this very moment.  You only have to ask,” I said.

“I know, slave, it will come to be.  We must have faith.  Is there someone you will be leaving behind?” I was silent for a long time.

“I’m not good at long speeches, Master.  I can’t help love many people.  I’m like everyone else.  Some I love more than others.  I don’t think you want me to rate the amount of love I have for any one person.  This ain’t a shuffle to hide my feelings, so if I’m totally honest with you, remember, you asked me to be.  Yes, there’s one man, my giant, Big Jim.  I love him, and when I’m with him I serve him as my master.  Not only am I expected to because I’m a slave and he is to be one of my training masters, but because I care about him.  I feel the same about Master Jeb and served him this past weekend as well.  I also care deeply about Master Jeb and would do anything in the world for him, but my feelings of love for Master Jim are special.

"If circumstances were different and I hadn’t met you, then I might have become his slave; however, the opportunity never present itself.  Neither Master Jim nor Master Jeb has asked me for a commitment other than training; however, I know they both love me.  You’re the only person I love who has asked a commitment from me.  Last weekend, while I was here, I offered you the total ‘Beau’ package complete with medals.  I’d never retract that offer.  You’re the only master I love enough to make a commitment to; the commitment to become your complete and total slave.  I’ll gladly, humbly, and proudly sign your contract without clause.  All that, and you already have my heart.  You rode away with both of ‘em this morning.  I feel safer with you keeping them anyway,” I replied.

“I’ll always keep your heart safe with me, slave.  Thanks for being honest.  I want you to be honest with me, and so far, you have been disarmingly honest.  Big Jim Johnson is my brother.  I won’t ask you to leave him, Jeb, or your dad behind.  Wes had a need to return ‘home’ to the nest to serve Jeb from time to time.  I never asked, but I just assumed he served Jim, too.  I could tell when he needed Jeb and Jim.  Most of the time I dropped him off or Jim picked him up for a weekend when I had something to do and I couldn’t include him.  He was always more mellow and focused when he returned from being with Jeb and Jim.  He was more affectionate and appreciative of our relationship.  I never pressed him about the details of his weekend visits, but I assumed both Jeb and Jim used him.  I certainly expected them to.
 
“He needed them separate from me from time to time, and I didn’t need to be a part of that.  So, it will be with you.  From time to time, I may have to leave you with another master.  I know you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but that’s not the way I do things.  I certainly trust you to stay here by yourself, this will become your home, but if you become my slave you’re my responsibility.  I would never leave a pet unattended, and I won’t leave my slave alone and un-cared for.  My first choice, even before this conversation, would be Big Jim and Jeb or perhaps, Beryl and Blaine.  My point is, if I leave you, as my slave, in their care, I fully expect you to serve them and serve them well.  Your service to them and how well you serve them is a reflection on your master.  Is that clear to you, or do you need more information?” he asked.

“No, sir, Master, it’s very clear.  You will be obeyed.  I’ll always strive to make you proud of me,” I said with respect.

“Glad to hear it, slave, now, kiss your master,” he ordered.

Master Earl kissed me more passionately than he ever did before, and I could feel the love pass between us like two computers might negotiate a baud rate.

“I plan to invite Big Jim and Jeb to join us with Sam and Yoshie next Sunday afternoon.  Do you have any thoughts about it?" he asked.

“That would be wonderful.  I would love to see them, and I know they think the world of you.  You should have heard Master Jim singing your praises to Big Beryl and Blaine.  He’s one of your major fans, and he told me only this morning to be the best man I could be and a better slave to you, his brother,” I replied.

“Good, then I’ll invite them as planned.  I’d enjoy their company as well,” he said.

We cleaned the dining area, and I was hungry for dessert.  I kept sneaking peaks at his boots every time I didn’t think he was looking.  God, he was a good looking man.  How did I deserve this?  Don’t ever ask yourself that question again, I told myself.  He has found you fair and worthy to serve him, do so with pride.

“Are you ready for your dessert, slave?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, Master, please,” I replied.

“Let’s go down to the dungeon and use my chair.  I get the feeling my slave may be a mite peckish, and this may be a long feeding,” Master Earl said and grinned.

“Thank you for thinking of your slave, Master,” I said.

“Nonsense, I get to relax after a hard day on the bike, kick back, and watch one of the most handsome slaves I ever laid eyes on, who will eventually become my property, service and make love to my boots.  When I wear them tomorrow, I’ll walk a little prouder knowing they were cleaned by the tongue of the man-slave I love,” he said.

It was indeed a feast any slave would have reveled in.  When he was pleased with my efforts we returned to his bedroom.  He removed my plug and sent me to the showers.  I returned to find my master lying on his bed reading with nothing on his fine hard body.  I stood for a moment looking at him as I finished toweling myself.  I didn’t need a voice within me to remind me of my commitment.  That picture will be permanently etched on my subconscious as a strong reminder why I made my commitment.  To say nothing of the lingering taste of cop boots on my tongue.  That night my future owner made hungry demanding love to his slave.  He took me harder than he ever did before, almost knowing I needed him to confirm his right to take his slave in a demanding manner.

Once again I rode the Cadillac of fucks.  As savage an animal fuck as my giant could be Master Earl was the most comfortable but demanding fucks of my life.  I never had any doubt when riding the Cadillac, I would bring him to the top of the hill, but I would get mine just before the top to make his all the more pleasurable.  He fucked me like a well oiled road machine that never hit a bump.  I swear he even came equipped with automatic shift.  He was so smooth you’d all of a sudden realize you went from a deep steady ride to overdrive to climb the hill, and never realize when the shift occurred.  We finished and lay hooked together for a while enjoying the afterglow, talking quietly.

He withdrew, I cleaned my master, and went to the bath to finish cleaning myself.  After I finished in the bath, he got into the shower, and I lay across the bed on my stomach.  I heard him return, but didn’t turn to see him finish toweling himself.  I felt him crawl up behind me and lean over to kiss my stripes.  “I’m going to leave your plug out tonight in case I want to take you again in the night.  I’m going to get something to put on your ass.  It’s still a bit raw.  I’ll have to give it to that dirty old man, he did a great job on your ass, Son.  Turns me on,” Master Earl said and grinned from ear to ear.

He returned and rubbed something gently on my butt.  He was caring and his hands communicated an almost mystic desire to take my pain away.  I don’t know what ointment he used, or whether it was his hands, but most of the pain went away.  He takes good care of me, I thought.  I was content.  I lay in his big arms, my head resting on his rock hard pecs thanking him for fucking his slave so wonderfully, and being generous enough to let his slave come with him.  I told him how much I appreciated him caring for me.  I thanked him for allowing me to clean and service his boots.  We talked quietly for a while, and he asked me if I could return the next evening, he’d love to have me stay with him as much as I could until training.

“I left Tuesday and Thursday open for Dad Jake.  If you don’t mind me coming over after having him over for a beer.  That’s not sealed in stone as I never know dad’s schedule.  Now that I’m shop foreman, I may have to work late if one of the guys gets behind, and we have to get the work out.  More money, more responsibility,” I said.

“I don’t mind.  You’ve come over before after seeing your dad.  Kind of turns me on if you wanna’ know the truth,” he replied.

“Wednesday, I promised Master Jeb I’d run up for an evening as I won’t get another chance to see him and Master Jim for sometime.  I planned to devote the final week to you, Master,” I assured him.

“Sounds good to me, I’m getting used to rolling over and pulling you close to me,” he replied.

“Me too, Master,” I agreed.

“I have something to tell you, slave.  You stayed with me last Thursday night and the next night I tried to go to sleep.  Your body scent was on the sheets and kept making me horny.  I thought, ‘Well, I’ll jack off and then I’ll go to sleep.’  I ended up wacking off three times and still had an erection from your scent.  Drove me crazy.  I had to get up and change the damn sheets on the bed so I could get to sleep,” he said and roared with laughter at himself. “So, you see, little one, this old man’s got it bad.  I can’t imagine a future without owning you and sharing my bed with my handsome man-slave,” he said.

“Master Sam said I had terminal case of the master/slave love sickness.  He said there was no cure, and I was exhibiting final stages of the disease,” I said and laughed.

“He did, huh?  Do you think we both might have it?” he asked.

“I’m no doctor, but I think it would be safe to say we both seem to have the same symptoms,” I replied.

“I heard there’s a cure,” Master Earl said.

“What is it, Master?” I asked.

“The master has to make a claim for the slave, and the slave has to acknowledge his claim, then they’ll both live,” he said with a smile.

“Save me, Master, and your slave will save you,” I said.

“We will, my love, we will.  The only way to beat this disease is to give into it.”  

I drifted off to sleep in his arms and woke once to turn over with my back to him.  In his sleep he moved with me as if choreographed and pulled me in closer to him.  I didn’t try to get away.  After all, I was becoming his property.  Master Jeb was so right.  I was giving up a prison, bondage of my own making for the freedom of my master’s arms.  A conundrum?  Not in the least.  Kristofferson learned something at Oxford or maybe just from the hard found truth’s of life; when relationships go bad the strength of the original bond might leave you, ‘Longing for the freedom of my chains.’  


Part II ~ Big Badass Bossman Beau

“Take this job and shove it!  I ain’t workin’ here no more!” ~ Johnny Paycheck

The next day was a madhouse at work.  Sam and Jake negotiated a new contract with two large companies to service their trucks, and the volume of work skyrocketed.  What do line workers do when they’re threatened by the work load?  They slow down production.  The slowest of all was Tom.  I could see by about three o’clock he wasn’t going to finish the simplest of jobs.  At four-thirty he hadn’t finished, and started to put his tools away.  That would mean I’d have to stay and finish his job if he left.

“Tom, why are you putting your tools away?” I asked.

“It’s four-thirty, and I’m going home,” he replied.

“Did you finish the job I gave you this morning?” I asked.

“I’ll finish it tomorrow,” he tossed off.

“No, I don’t think so, Tom.  Sam promised this truck today.  They want it first thing in the morning.  You’re gonna’ have to stay and finish.  I’ll stay and help you get it out,” I offered.

“Well, there’s no sense in both of us staying so you finish it, Golden Boy,” he said viciously.

“Look, I ain't gonna’ pick up after you like Jake did, Tom.  You either do your work or look for another job.  It’s as simple as that,” I said with no nuance.

“You don’t have the authority to fire me, gay boy.  So, if you want the truck finished, I guess you’ll just have to do it yourself.  I’m going home.  See you tomorrow, twinkle toes. Ta-ta,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“You want your last check now, you sniveling little drama queen, or do you wanna’ pick it up in the morning?” I asked quietly with no emotion.

“Blow it out your ass, you queer motherfuck'n bastard,” he said.

It took Jake, Sam, and two of the other mechanics to pull me off of him.  I tackled him mid-drift, put a knee in his gut, and was sitting on top pounding his stupid face.  Two black eyes and at least one cracked rib; broke his nose and blood was everywhere; scared the little cunt to death.  I was going for his balls when they pulled me off.  Surprisingly, I remained cool, calm, and collected.  I’m the most dangerous when I’m focused.  I related to Jake and Sam he didn’t finish his assignment.  I offered to stay and give him a hand.  He absolutely refused, told me to finish it myself if I wanted it done, then called me golden boy, gay boy, and a queer motherfuck'n bastard.  I left out twinkle toes.  I wouldn’t tolerate such disrespect from anybody let alone him.  I would quit on the spot if he wasn’t fired immediately.

Tom was yelling and screaming at me holding his bloody nose.  “You fucking homo, you better not lay another hand on me.  You keep away from me, you cocksucker,” he yelled.

Sam winked at me then turned to Tom.  “You’ve got today on the books.  I can have your check in ten minutes or you can pick it up when you get your tools out of here tomorrow morning.  Either way, if they ain’t out by noon, I’ll personally put them on the street, Tom,” Sam said as his last word.

“Fuck you, son’s of bitches.  I don’t wanna' work here no more, anyway,” he yelled.

“Tom, you never worked here.  You collected a paycheck.  I hauled your ignorant lazy ass on my back for five fucking years.  Beau’s not gonna’ do it, and I don’t blame him.  He don't have to.  Now he has to stay and do your work.  Fuck you, you little faggot, git the hell out of here.  This man could have killed you.  You have no idea how lucky you are.  He’s an expert in hand to hand combat you fuck’n moron.”  Dad was in his face expressing five years of frustration.

As Tom spun on his heel to walk away I hit him with a killer.  “By the way, Tom, I ran into you ex, Stan.  He told me, not only were you a thief, you were a lousy fuck,” I said.  Tom shot me the finger.  Sam, Dad, me and three other mechanics were laughing our butts off.  I apologized to Sam, dad, and the other mechanics.  They all patted me on the back and said they were glad to see him go.  Every man in the shop had to bail him out one time or another.

Sam got me off to the side to talk to me alone.  “Would you have really quit, Beau?” Sam asked sheepishly.

“I didn’t want to, Sam, but I would have.  I’ll never allow any man to talk to me that way.  I offered to stay and help him finish.  I respect others, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable to demand at least a modicum of respect from them.  That goes for my fellow employees, masters, and slaves, Sam.  I respect them, but I expect a certain amount for myself.  I’ve met a number of masters and slaves in the family, but I never felt the disrespect that man just showed me.  That don’t mean I won’t humble myself to any master.  I’ll submit to their will, show ‘em the respect they’re due, but I’ve yet to find a master, at least in our family, who didn’t honor and respect his slave.  Look at what Breed did to Yoshie.  That certainly wasn’t showing him the respect he deserved, even as a human.  Hell, Sam, I wouldn’t even tell my cat she's a bastard ‘cause nobody knows who her father was.”

“You're right, Beau.  You’re preach’n to the choir, Son.  I agree with you.  You don’t have to convert me.  I’m glad you stood up to him.  Jake wouldn’t.  He’d rather do Tommy’s work than confront him.  He wasn’t afraid of Tom, Jake just don’t like confrontations.  Damn, Son, all that testosterone being pumped in your little butt by them alpha-males is turning you into a fearless tiger.  Way to go, Beau.  Been wanting to get rid of that little som'bitch for three years.  I’ve tried to get Jake to fire him for the last two,” Sam replied.

“Well, Sam, I’m sorry.  If I still have a job, I’ll stay and get the truck done,” I said.

“Of course you still have a job.  Are you kidding me?  If you walked out and I lost you, your dad would go to pieces.  Couldn’t have that now, could we?” Sam asked and laughed.

“Sam, would you do me a favor and call my master and tell him I gotta’ work late.  You need the number?” I asked.

“No, I have it.  I’ll be glad to give him a call,” he replied.

“Thanks, I’d appreciate it,” I said.

“No problem, kid.  By the way, loved the nose job you did on that faggot,” Sam said as he turned and walked away laughing.  I rolled my tools over to Tom’s bay and started working on the truck.  All the other mechanics left.

Dad came over and started helping me.  “Dad, you don’t have to stay, I can get it done,” I said.

“I’m your dad, right?” he asked.

“Right,” I replied humbly.

“Shut a’ yu' mouth, Cara mio,” he said quietly.

“Yes, sir, pa," I said softly like a kid who was just repremanded by his father, "I got me the best fucking dad in the world, and I do mean the best fucking...” I said and grinned.  I thought my old man was gonna’ come unglued he was laughing so hard.

I enjoy working with Jake.  We knocked that truck out in an hour, was at my place with a big Italian salami up my butt in nothing flat.  Damn Tom.  Calling me a queer.  Is it queer to play catcher for your old man?  Where does that fucking drama queen get off calling me a homo?  I certainly don't think it's queer to share love with anyone no matter what form it takes.  How can love be queer?  I like to think of myself as heterosexually challenged.
 
Consider Big Beryl.  He’s certainly heterosexually challenged.  There ain’t a woman who can take him.  Tommy could only wish he got the dick I’ve had in the last month.  I’d like to see him take on Big Beryl.  He wouldn’t even have room for my dad.  That’s one job the old man would make damn sure he finished.  Hope some man like Beryl gets him, and he wakes up some morning in Mexico with a real cunt.  No, he’d probably be happy with it.  I’ll just settle for him living his own miserable little life without a clue.
 
Master Earl was surprised to see me so soon.  He left the door open.  I went in and again found him in uniform; a sight for the sorest of eyes.  Once again I fell to my knees and kissed his magnificent boots.  “Rise my fearless slave and show your master your love,” he said and chuckled.  Sam must have told him about my altercation with Tom.  I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed with me.

“I guess Sam told you, huh, Master?” I asked.

“Yes, Son, he did,” he replied and grinned.

“Are you disappointed with me, Master?” I asked.

“Sam sure as hell ain’t.  He couldn’t stop laughing.  Could barely get it out over the phone.  He was so proud of you.  Said he’d been pushing your dad to get rid of Tom for two years or more.  First day you're foreman— bamm!  Tom’s out the door.  Said he couldn’t have picked a better man for the job.  I guess I’m just a little proud of you, too, squirt,” he said.

“I ain't real proud of myself, Master.  The fucking little hypocrite had it coming.  I know his ex, Stan, and talked to him many times.  Tom called me a queer.  I don’t think it’s queer for a slave to love his master, do you, sir?” I asked and smile at hiim.

“Especially, if your master tells you it ain’t,” Master Earl said like a period at the end of a sentence.

“Then it ain’t,” I replied laughing.

“Aww, forget it.  I’ll take you to the dungeon after dinner and spank your butt if it’ll make you feel better,” my master said.

“It jes’ might, Master,” I said with a small grin on my face.

“Be my pleasure, Son.  Then Sunday, I can tell Sam I properly punished you for fighting at work,” he said and laughed.

“Thank you, Master, could we skip dinner?” I asked him like I was needy.

Master Earl roared with laughter. “You break me up, Beau.  I ain’t laughed like I do with you in years.  Thanks, kid,” he said.

“Aw shucks, Master, t'weren't nothin,’ I said.”

“It is to me, Son,” he replied.
   

Part III ~ Music Of The Night

“Softly!  Gently!  You can hear it call you,...” ~ Andrew Lloyd Webber

Tom got his tools and his final paycheck before noon the next day.  He threatened to sue for his broken nose and rib.  Sam told him if he tried he’d give me Tom's home address.  Tom turned ghost white and gathered his things.  All the men in the shop stopped, applauded, whistled and gave cat calls at Tom as he left.  He turned and gave them the finger.

The week flew by.  I spent Wednesday night on Mt. Washington.  I went by the apartment to feed puss, then rode up to Mt. Washington.  The giant was sitting on the front porch having a beer.  Master Jeb was out doing some shopping.  He planned to cook for us that evening.  Master Ox followed me to his room and ordered me off with my clothes.  He was kind enough to help.  When they were off, he grabbed me around my waist pulled me to him and kissed me gently and lovingly.  “It’s damn good to see you, slave.  You feel so good I’m gonna’ tell Jeb to cancel dinner.  The giant’s gonna’ have you for a snack.  Fee, fie, foe, fum...” he said and laughed.

“Please, Master Giant, I still have two magic beans.  I could buy you a boy-toy to play with, but on second thought, I don’t think I want to share you with some inexperienced slave who wouldn’t serve you right.  I’d constantly be having to show him, again, how to do it,” I said.

“Good boy.  When you’re serviced by the best you don’t wanna’ compromise.  By the way, Jeb and I have been invited to a pool and food party at your future master’s Sunday afternoon,” he said.

“Are you all right with it, Master Jim?” I asked.

“Sure.  A chance to see you again?  Of course, I’m all right with it.  I may be an animal, but I like to think I'm a gentleman animal.  Earl is my brother.  I won’t have no problem seeing you together.  If I did, I’d lose what bond I have with you.  Think I’m gonna’ take a chance like that?  Hardly.  If I made a jealous fool of myself, played bull of the woods, and God forbid, anything happened to Earl, do you think you'd ever consider having love for me?  Not too damn likely.  I may be big, but I ain't no fool,” my giant said, grinned real big, and winked.

“I hadn’t thought of it that way, Master.  I know I’d love to have you and Master Jeb over.  It just seems right, somehow.  You're part of my emerging family.  I think I'm beginning to understand family in a larger context.  The family of my birth was so frick'n dysfunctional I can't really think on it as representative of what a family should be.  I've learned more about what family can be and what it can mean within the last six weeks than I ever knew before,” I said truthfully.

“Then count on us.  I think Jeb has already accepted,” he said.

Master Jeb cooked grilled chicken that evening and it was great.  We had a nice pleasant meal, laughing, while filling in Master Jeb about the weekend in the desert.  Master Jeb took particular delight at my relating the story of Master Beryl teaching me to fuck a cunt.  He laughed and laughed.  They asked me to tell them about my first day as new foreman for the shop.  I related the story as if I was embarrassed at my own lack of control.  They were both supportive.  They heard, not only from Master Earl, but Sam called them as well.  Master Ox and I retired early to his bedroom and I got fucked by my animal.  Afterwards, I related the things Master Earl said to me about leaving me with him and Master Jeb when he needed to be away.

“I’m not surprised.  Earl knows we would take good care of his property and not abuse it.  Well, not much, anyway,” he said and grinned.

It was a pleasant evening.  The rest of the week went fast.  Dad couldn’t stop by Thursday and I had to work late Friday evening to help one of the newer mechanics with a truck.  He worked his ass off all day, but it was just too much work for one man to get out in one day.  Once again Sam promised the truck for Monday morning, and I didn’t want to work on the weekend.  It only took us about an hour and a half.  I locked up the shop and headed for my future owner’s home.  I began to be consumed by the idea of becoming another man’s property.  To be owned by another man, if it’s done with love and a need to serve, what greater bond could there be?  Straight people do the same damn thing, they just call it marriage.

Master Earl was still in uniform when I got there.  I could get use to seeing him in uniform.  I kissed his boots and his hand.  I put it to my forehead and held it there.  He didn’t respond right away.  Instead he put his other hand on my head and gently rubbed the top.  “Come up here, slave and show your master your love for him,” I rose slowly still holding his hand and stood in front of him with my head bowed.  I took his hand, rubbed it gently across my cheek, then kissed the back of it again.  He rested both arms on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes.  “What are we to do with you, slave?  You can sometime disarm me with the simplest of gestures.  I ask you to show me love and you showed me more love with one movement of my hand than a thousand kisses might convey.  You’ve taught me to love again, Beau, and you subtly issue assurances I have nothing to fear.  I’m looking forward to a wonderful weekend with my slave to be,” he said.

“I don’t know what I’ve done special except try to show you how I feel.  Shall I follow it with a thousand kisses, Master?” I smiled at him

“On my boots, perhaps, after dinner,” he said smiling back.

“Gladly, Master,” I replied with enthusiasm.

Before we ate dinner, Master Earl brought out a small gift wrapped box.  We set down at the table.  “Open it, Son.  It’s something new for you to wear that’s all your own. It may be a bit premature, but what the hell,” he said.  I had no idea what it might be.  I unwrapped the box and slowly opened it.  I undid the tissue the present was wrapped in and saw in the box the most beautiful dog collar with small spikes and rows of pyramid studs three deep around it.  It had a small metal engraved pet ID tag.  It read: “Bulldog Beau” “Property of Master Earl D. Shaw” “2332 McClellan Lane, Silverlake, L.A., Calif.”  I was thrilled. I laughed my ass off at the name he had engraved on the tag and knew he'd been talking with Master Jeb or Jim.  I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

“May I wear it now, Master?  It’s so beautiful. I love the name,” I laughed.

“I thought you might.  I know how you love cognomens.  Of course you may wear it.  I even happen to have a lock for it in my back pocket,” Master Earl said.  He fit it around my neck, placed his lock through the ‘D’ ring and locked it.  He put his finger underneath to make sure it was snug but not too tight.  It fit perfectly.  I fell to my knees and kissed his boots again to thank him.  Some people just get engagement rings, I got my own dog collar.  Fuck engagement rings, I’ll take a collar any day.  Master Jeb was right.  A slave collar makes a statement.  He went to the bedroom and returned with his heavy leather leash.  I knelt in front of him and he snapped it to the ‘D’ ring in the front.  I felt fully dressed even though I had no clothes on except my plug.  We finished dinner, and I helped clean everything.  Then my Master grabbed my leash, gently pulled me to him, and hugged me.  

“It’s nice to have you around, Son.  I’m getting use to it.  We’re gonna’ do something a little different tonight.  Let’s go to the bedroom and you can help me off with my boots, make a little love to ‘em, I’ll take your plug out, your collar off, you can get in the shower and do your thing.  While you’re doing that, I’ll make us a couple of drinks.  We’ll sit in the spa for a while and relax.  Would you like that?  I think both of us have had a full week, and I can’t imagine anything nicer than relaxing in the spa with my slave in my arms,” he said.

I cleaned his boots good for him.  When he was pleased, I pulled one up between my legs and held on.  He gently put his other boot on my ass and pushed.  It began to slide off, then came off easily.  I heard him laugh as I held his boot to my face to smell them.  I helped him off with the other and held that to my nose as well.  He didn’t hurry me.  He just smiled.  He seemed pleased I enjoyed sniffing his boots.

“After you’ve worn these all day, Master Earl, they smell good enough to make a slave-boy want to hump a door knob,” I said.

“I don’t think that will be necessary, Son.  I think Officer Masters will be able to scratch that itch for you a little later, and don’t play with yourself in the shower, understand?” he asked and laughed.

“I will obey, Master, I promise, I won’t,” I replied.

“Let’s get you unplugged.  Lay across my knees here,” he ordered.  I lay across his knees, he took a towel and popped my plug out.  “Kneel here in front of me,” he said.  I did and he unlocked my collar, removed it and laid it on the bed.

“I’ll meet you on the deck by the spa,” he said.  

“Master?”

“Yes, slave.”

“Thank you.”

Master Earl hugged me in a big bear hug and kissed me behind my ear.  “Clean yourself well slave, your master may want to use you a couple of times this evening.  He’s feeling like taking care of his slave-boy’s itch.  For that, you have to fuck him hard and deep several times to satisfy the really deepest itch.  I may even strap you in the sling.  An hour or two in my sling should take care of it,” he said.

I went to shower, and he left for the kitchen.  I met him at the spa a little later.  It was a beautiful night.  We eased into the hot bubbling water after we became somewhat used to it.  He turned the bubbles off, and we just relaxed in the warm water.  He looked at me and smiled.  “I’m not gonna’ buy a slave who doesn’t wanna’ lay in his master’s arms and let him pet his boy,” he said and grinned.  I moved into his arms immediately. “There, that’s better,” he said and moved some hair off my forehead.  “We’re gonna’ have to get that cut a little shorter tomorrow,” he added.

“Yes, sir, do you have a barber around the area?” I asked.

“Sort of, Allen and Dirk want to stop by tomorrow afternoon to meet you, and I have a pair of clippers.  Allen is an accomplished barber and hair stylist.  He gives me my flat tops; best I ever had,” Master Earl said.

We lay together in the spa looking at the sky and listening to the stereo from the house.  He had on a classical station and they were playing an American work.  He was listening as well.  “I know this piece but don’t know the name or composer,” he said.

“Hovaness.  Mysterious Mountain,” I said quietly.

“How do you know that?  Are you sure?” he asked challenging me.

About that time the piece finished and the announcer stated, “We have just heard the Seattle Symphony performing Alan Hovaness’ 'Mysterious Mountain.'”

“Okay, I should have known better, my fault,” he said sheepishly, “If it comes out of your mouth it’s the truth because you know it.  If you don’t know it you don’t say anything,” he declared.  Then he laughed and added, “Once again you blew me away, slave.  Not only will I have the finest looking slave in L.A., I will have one of the brightest.  How far did you go in school, Son?” he asked.

“Master of Fine Arts, sir,” I replied.

“Hell, no wonder you know classical music.  What’s this piece playing now?” he asked.

I listened for a moment, “Another American neo-romantic tone poem, John Alden Carpenter’s 'Adventures in a Perambulator,'” I replied.

“Now you’re yanking my chain, slave,” he said and grinned.

“No, sir, I ain’t.  I wouldn’t do that.  I remarked to Master Jim this past weekend everyone keeps telling me to trust them.  I asked him when is someone going to start trusting me,” I said.

“What was Jim’s reply?” he asked.

“He thought for a minute and told me I had a damn good point.  He said if I could trust him to be my master for training, I hadn't given him a reason not to trust me, then he should trust me to be his slave.  Unless I needed correcting, then it would be handled at that time,” I replied.

“Didn’t I tell you to listen to him; learn from him?” my master asked.

“Yes, Master Earl,” I replied.

“He was right because he recognized you were right and didn’t try to buffalo you with bullshit.  A good master will understand, sometime his slave will have a good point and be right.  A good master will understand he doesn’t have to be right all the time.  He must have the wisdom to admit, not necessarily that he’s wrong, but there may be a better way he hasn’t considered.  I can learn something from my clansman, Jim, as well.  He’s right.  You’ve never given me any reason to doubt you want to become my slave, and I should trust you,” he declared.
 
He no sooner said that when the music stopped and the announcer said, “You have just heard American Composer John Alden Carpenter’s delightful 'Adventures in a Perambulator.'”

My Master was silent for a long while and rubbed his hand over my chest, tweaked each tit gently, then ran his big hand down my stomach to gently grab my cock and balls.  He just held them for a few minutes.  He brushed his bushy black moustache around my cheek and whispered in my ear,  “I’m sorry, my good slave.  I once stood in that upstairs bedroom and yelled at a little man I came to love very much that he would absolutely obey my order to trust me.  I know I won’t ever have to do that with you, but you shouldn’t have to remind me to trust you.  We are blessed you have a good training master like Master Jim.  You have my complete trust until you give me reason to think otherwise.  I don’t think you ever will.  That little demonstration impressed the shit out a’ me.  Well, slave, are you parboiled enough?” he asked.

“I think so, Master,” I replied.

“Good, then let’s get out, pull on our leathers and go play for a while in the black pit.  I think my slave needs his master to use him for a while tonight,” he said.

Damn my master could talk some shit.  He knew the words and how to say them that would turn my motor over.  “Trust your slave, Master, he needs it bad.  I would be so grateful if you used me for your needs this evening.  I will do my best to serve you, Officer Masters,” I said.  

“I have no doubt about that, slave, I do trust you,” he replied.

Officer Master secured me in the sling and took me with one hard swift stroke deep into me.  I’m never quite ready for any master to take me that way but that, in and of itself, is the purpose.  It keeps a slave enough off center to never question his necessity to serve the man who has taken his hole with such demand.  I was about to learn something new about the man I hoped would soon own me.  He began his usual comfortable fuck. He opened me up thoroughly.  I had no complaints.  I could have the worst of headaches and the smooth fucking of this man would set me right.  Didn’t need no fucking aspirin.  Just let me feel his cock in my ass and my headache goes away.  As rough and animalistic as my giant could be, this man, Officer Masters, was the fuck of dreams; however, that night something began to change in his standard fuck mode.  I was learning to meet his every thrust with my ass, making damn sure my handsome master got the maximum benefit from each stroke.
 
I was beginning to be challenged as he was departing from his standard fuck routine.  In a way, I was getting even more excited to see the new direction he was taking our fuck.  He began to fuck me with wild abandon.  Then he would hold it in me as deep as he could and root around in the depths.  I got the idea he wanted me to copy his movement with my ass.  I began to move with him and encourage this deeper wild-ass fucking responding with my ass in kind.  I found myself slamming my ass on his shaft as hard or harder than he was pounding me.  He was moving his cock around with his circular movements while completely impaling me on his shaft.  For a moment he put his hands behind my shoulders and pulled me toward him as I raised myself in the sling to help.
 
He was ramming the entire length of his cock into me so hard I would bounce and return to the base equally hard only to twist or grind my ass hard on it.  He was looking me directly in the eyes communicating the urgency and need for me to need it even more than he.  The last thing I remembered before he ordered me to come was looking into his deep set violet turned purple eyes and watched my master, morph in front of me, into another wild, untamed, beautiful, rutting animal.  It sprung forth from the body of this gentle, handsome, self assured man.  My heart leaped to my throat.  How lucky can one slave get to find within the depths of the two most important men in his life dwelt similar monsters.  Beasts, if you will, with whom I felt completely safe and comfortable.  Pack brothers, who in olden times might sniff the night air for tell-tale odors from my ripe ass and hunt me down together on some prehistoric veldt.

Running for my life through the savanna, I would try to escape but they were too fast, to strong, too cunning, and would pounce upon me knocking me to the ground where I would lie shivering from fear.  They would circle around me, taking turns holding me down, each would have their way with me, sniffing me to make sure they had their prey, making obscene rutting gestures, fucking me, spilling their animal juices into my ass, time after time, until my gut was overflowing with their seed.  Fortunately, for me, they never eat those with which they rut.  Preservation of the species?
 
What if ‘Bigfoot’ was like that?  What if there was a natural genetic throwback in some men, when they felt the need to rut, physically changed into a ten foot tall hairy beast?  It’s known, some men contain an extra ‘Y’ chromosome.  What if some contained two extra ‘Y’ chromosomes?  Might that be a reason they’ve never be able to catch a ‘Bigfoot’ because after he goes out of rut or 'pan-far' he changes back into a normal looking human male or Vulcan, depending?  How could I tell my masters, “I will always care for, respect, honor and obey you as my master, my owner, my old man, but it is the beast within you I love most?"

La Belle et Le Bette, massive, live, human arms holding torches along a dark corridor; statues whose eyes open and follow your every movement; the most said with an economy of means.  That’s great art.  It's also great sex.  Could that be an algebraic equation?  One balances the other?  Doesn’t matter a whit to me.  I know Bigfoot lives.  I've joined him in his rut.  I’ve been fucked by him numerous times.  I’ve made love to his boots.  Now, I have two.  One lives on Mt. Washington, the other on the highest point in Silverlake.  If you listen carefully in the still of a warm spring night you can hear their mating cries calling to me, their slave, to come run with them and join them in their rut.  “Come, join us!  Run with us!” they sniff the ground, and snort with excitement from my ripe smells.

They grunt encouragement to each other, “Join with us, leave the safety of your burrow, Br’er Rabbit.  Come forth, let us chase you through the warm night; once we've cornered you, we’ll rest, then use you for our rut.  Don't bother to hide, you will never escape us; you are ours.  You belong to us.  Once we rut with you, spill our seed deep within you, you are ours forever.  There is no comfort in you burrow.  Unless we use you, take away from you that which you so greatly need to provide us, you will never find solace.  You will never escape our need; you will never be able to resist our call to rut.  So, come out of your stronghold and conjoin with us.  Live your life to the fullest.  Be more than you are.  Become one with us; the alpha and omega, the yin and yang of the universe, the going in and coming out of animal lust.”

I hear their call of the wild, from one mountain, through the valleys, to the other mountain, the call of their beasts within.  I know I must run with them when they call.  I have no choice.  My soul is no longer mine, I must join them in their rut.  I will answer their soulful cries— my music of the night.   


End Chapter 14 ~ The Ties That Bind
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