THE
TIES THAT BIND
By
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter
15
~ Scorpio Ascendant
Part
I
~
The Waters Of Life
“By
the
waters
of Babylon, there we sat down and wept.” ~ Psalms 137
After we played
in the Dungeon, Master Earl made us another drink while I put away our
leathers. He took me by his leash and lead me back to the
deck. We set down with our feet resting in the hot water of the
spa. He took his key to my collar, unlocked it, removed it, and
set it on the deck. We eased ourselves back into the water.
It seemed hotter than it was earlier.
I melted into
his arms as he ran his big hands down my body to my crotch, where he
lingered and gently teased his slave’s cock and balls. He slowly
began to rub me up the front of my body until he came to rest with one
huge, hairy arm under my arms, and around my chest locking me against
his wet furry body. He pulled me close to him. We stretched
out together enjoying the water, the sky, the lights of Hollywood and
each other. We were quiet for a long while. The truest test
of love is when you can be silent with someone for a period of time and
feel comfortable. We didn’t need to speak to know what was
passing between us.
It’s an unspoken
language all lovers know. It’s an anthem, a silent hymn, an ode
to joy, that comes from your heart and is caught by the wind, to be
whispered in some other lover’s ear. They may smile knowingly to
themselves. It may prompt them to remember, 'I knew that language
once. Its been a while but I remember the feeling, the
joy.' How could anyone forget the silent language of the heart
that crosses borders, states, and nations? Man’s only unspoken
language which needs no translation across our planet and means the
same to all people. The only language that can bring about a new
world. The language of the heart.
I lay my head
back on his shoulder and felt at peace. I felt like my head was made to
rest on his shoulder, to have this beautiful man hold me as if the spa
was a midway thrill ride and we bought all the tickets. The most
wonderful thing about love is each love is different. Each love
is new. It binds up the sorrows of the past and brings forth a
new spirit within us. We change. We grow and learn from
love. We become reborn to life. We become reborn to
ourselves. We become reborn to the meaning of it all.
If there is no
heaven, then this feeling has been good enough. I just had my
brains fucked out by my animal master, the man to whom I gave my bond,
to commit myself to a life of slavery, to become his personal property,
his chattel, to love, honor, serve, and obey. Here I was, being
petted, stroked, and loved by this big, incredibly handsome man, who,
hopefully, would soon own me and become my master. I never wanted
anything more in my life.
“Maybe you’re
right, Master Earl. Maybe there is something or someone watching
over us,” I said quietly.
“I never thought
that way before I met you, Beau. Now, I’m a believer,” he said.
“I never thought
much about things like that either until the first evening we were
together. So much happened so fast it’s hard to digest it
all. I’m more attuned to it now. I’m more comfortable with
it. I think I’m beginning to understand. I’m neither afraid
of the experience nor the pictures which come into my head.
They're more clear than they were; however, it’s only here, in your
house, I seem to be getting glimpses of things just out of my
sight. No, I take that back. I also heard voices in the
desert. It's like I can feel them, but if I turn to look, they’re
gone. Does that make sense?” I asked.
“Yeah, I think
it does. Like, you can only catch fleeting glimpses out of the
corner of your eye, and yet, it’s never there when you look for
it. Perhaps, whatever’s there could be whispering in your ear,”
my master replied.
“That’s it,
sir!” I exclaimed then continued, “You said Allen and Dirk are stopping
by tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yeah, sometime
tomorrow, they said they’d call in the morning and let us know their
schedule. They usually bring tons of food and end up staying the
night, so they’ll probably be here Sunday afternoon as well,” he
replied.
“Better plan on
four more,” I said, then added, “to stay the night,” I said.
“I’m not going
to doubt you. We’ll make up the downstairs bedroom in the
morning. Do you know who’s coming?” he asked.
“I know who two
will be, but something has to happen first before I’ll know who the
other two will be,” I replied.
“Who are the two
you know?” Master Earl asked.
“Oscar and
Billy. They have something to tell us,” I replied.
"Something good,
or something bad?" he asked.
"Good, I
think. Yes, something good— no, wait— something wonderful," I
said with awe.
“Really?" he
asked, "I talked with Billy early last week. He did say Oscar and
he would be up this way toward the end of the week. I mentioned
to you he called and asked about you. I don’t think I said
anything about them coming up this way. They have an open
invitation to stay here anytime they come to L.A.” Master Earl
said. “Beau? Do you think you may have the gift of
‘seeing’?” he asked.
“I don’t know,
Master. I never have before, at least, I don't think I
have. It only seems to manifest itself in this house.
Maybe, it’s because Wes’ presence is still strong. Since he and I
shared some horrors and deeply spiritual experiences maybe he’s acting
as a spirit guide,” I said.
“Does it bother
you?” he asked.
“Goodness
no. Wes was my friend, my brother, and my lover. We didn’t
part with bad hearts. I can't ever remember having a discouraging
word between us. He knew I had to stay, and I knew he must
go. I don't think either of us understood why we had to part at
the time, but we both knew it had to be. He begged me to come
back with him or return as soon as I could.
"I ended up
shipping over again. I don’t know why. I just knew it
wasn’t time for me to come back. I had no idea I would react the
way I did when Wes left. I became horribly depressed and lonely
without him. I lived with the horrible guilt I let him
down. I felt like I should have made a greater effort to be
stronger; stronger for me as well as him. He was counting on me
coming back and us being together.
"I was torn
between my guilt and my need to be free of a situation I knew, but
didn't want to admit, was not fully right for me. In effect, I
became an emotional cripple. I could still do my job; however, I
was like a robot. I couldn't do anything positive for
myself. I got strung out on drugs and lost touch with him.
I loved him, but I just couldn’t answer his letters. It wasn’t
Wes’ fault, it was mine. I just shut down.
"I didn't figure
it out until I began to read some of Wes' poems last week and one the
the cantos, a rather long one, talks about his slave-master. It
was stunning, but I didn't fully understand the metaphor. There
was something about it which was deeply disturbing to me, but I didn't
know why. It wasn't until Master Beryl had me tied up in the old
barn when he applied his ninth stripe to my ass and I ejaculated six
feet into the air did the epiphany of Wes' poem hit me squarely between
the eyes at the same time.
"Wes was talking
about me in the canto. I became his slave by becoming his
master. He knew in his heart within me dwelt the soul of a
dormant slave who would do anything for him even if it meant
suppressing my innate nature to provide him with what he needed.
I loved him that much, but like all the love I invested in others in my
past it was convoluted and misdirected. I didn't understand it as
I was growing up, and I didn't understand it in Nam.
"It's not within
my nature nor is it intrinsically altruistic of me to be something I'm
not, but on the other hand, as Master Jeb helped me realize, it was
exactly within my convoluted ideal of selflessness and a stronger
unconditional urge to serve I provided Wes with what he needed.
Sounds like a conundrum, doesn't it? It ain't. There's
balance in all things in the universe. My relationship with Wes
was wonderful and served a greater purpose for us at the moment, but it
was out of balance. I've only recenlty discovered what it means
to become balanced within my own world and it's like a new universe has
unfolded for me," I said.
"No, it doesn't
sound like a conundrum to me, Son. It sounds like you. I
wondered about you and Wes being lovers. How two men so close on
the scale of emotional and physical needs could find common
ground? You just explained it eloquently and obviously Wes
understood. Wes has set me free. Was his poem his way of
setting you free of guilt and worry?" he asked.
"To be honest, I
never considered it, Master, but you make an excellent argument, but
the greatest thing to come of all this is to know my beloved friend
found his bliss, and that was you, sir. I’m glad he found you,
Master. I know he loved you, because I love you,” I said without
nuance.
“I’m not going
to ask,” he said.
“You don’t have
to, Master,” I said quietly and respectfully. Master Earl
knew. A tear rolled down his cheek, but I knew it wasn’t a tear
of sorrow. He already walked through that door. It was in
that moment, without a word spoken, we both realized we
understood. The difficulty was admitting it to ourselves.
We were together and in love because of Wes’ love for us. I saved
Wes’ life and now he was saving mine.
Officer Earl D.
Shaw saved Wes' life, loved him, and offered him a new life. Wes
was going to make damn sure the two people he loved most in this life
found a portion of the happiness they provided him. I knew he
would be there if I needed him. He would be there if his beloved
master needed him. We both loved him, now, more than ever.
Master Earl took a deep breath and then let it our with a deep
sigh. “Thank you, Wes, for my beautiful slave. You were
right. You told me many times I would love him. I do love
him, and he’ll make a fine slave,” Master Earl said quietly.
He took me in
one arm, laid me back in the warm water like a preacher might baptize
the faithful, leaned over, and kissed me tenderly. We returned to
the house and proceeded to go to bed. We both had a full day and
needed to get some sleep as the weekend was shaping up to be an
eventful one. Once again, I lay in his big arms. I
playfully went to his crotch and kissed the head of the part of his
body that brought us such pleasure only a short time before. It
performed heroically and deserved a kiss from me and my ass by
proxy. I could swear it smiled back and winked at me.
Part II ~ Ursus
Major/Tiny Dancer
“Every time a
child says, ‘I don’t believe in fairies; there is a fairy somewhere who
falls down dead. If you want Tinker Bell to live, clap your hands
together three times and say, “I do believe in fairies! I do
believe in fairies!” From: Peter Pan ~ J. M. Barrie
The phone rang
early. We didn’t even have time for a morning fuck. As
Master Earl reached for the phone I said, “It’s Master Beryl.”
Master Earl
looked at me only for a moment then picked up the receiver, “Good
Morning, Beryl,” he said.
There was a long
silence on the other end of the phone. Then as if speaking to
someone over his shoulder Big Beryl said, “E'aup! Just like you
said, Beau’s with him.” Then he let out a roar of laughter I could
hear. “That little shit knew it was me call’n. He told ju’ it was
me, didn’nee?” Big Beryl asked rhetorically, then added, “Blaine told
me he'd bet me a hun'nert bucks, if Beau’s there he’ll know it’s me
calling,” he said.
“Well, you’re
right, old man, on both accounts. He spooks the shit out ‘a me
sometimes. So, how the hell are you, and what time will you and
you handsome slave be arriving today?” More uproarious laughter on the
other end of the line.
“I’ll be
damned. He told ju’ that, too, didn’nee?” Beryl demanded.
“Right again—
told me in the spa last night, said something had to happen before he
knew for sure who the other two people would be who were coming for the
weekend. The phone ringing was it, right, Beau? His head is going
up and down like the head on a hula doll in the back window of a chevy
low rider,” Master Earl said. More laughter followed.
“I know we just
saw him last weekend, but damn it, Blaine’s been bugging the shit out
a’ me for three days now to give you a call to see if we could come up
to visit,” Big Beryl said.
“Blaine,
huh? Blame it on your good salve. You’re such a phony, old
man," Earl D. said and laughed at him, "Baine may have agreed,
but it’s you who wants to see him again, admit it," my master demanded.
“If’n I do, does
that mean we can come visit?” Beryl giggled like a school boy.
“Of course you
can, silly. You didn’t even have to call, but I’m glad you
did. We’re expecting two more couples, but we got room for
everyone. Beau said Oscar and Billy are coming, and I spoke to
Dirk and Allen yesterday. Tomorrow afternoon we’re having a pool
thing and Jeb and Jim will be here. Come on up today; stay
over. Join us for the weekend. Love to have ya.’ My
slave is lying here wiggling hoping I’ll let you speak to him," Master
Earl said.
“Really?” Beryl
asked innocently.
“Well, here he
is,” Master Earl said and handed me the phone.
“Hello, dad,” I
said strongly.
“Hey, sweet
baby, how’s my fun-buns?” he asked laughing.
“They could use
a little fresh’n up, dad, they’re beginning to droop. They’re not
as perky as they were,” I said and we shared a laugh.
“I can just hear
Jim, ‘You had to ask!’ Ah well, we love ya’, boy,” Beryl said
sincerely.
“I love you
both, dad. Tell Blaine I’ve decided if I’m gonna’ be known as
Little Beaver, he should be known as Big Beaver,” I said and we shared
another laugh.
“Tell that old
man a’ yorn we should be up there shortly after noon and not to worry
about food. Blaine and I already decided we’d share you for
lunch,” he said. I laughed and Master Earl was looking at me
curiously.
“With or without
mayo?” I asked.
He laughed. “Put
your master back on, Son,” he ordered.
“Okay, dad, look
forward to seeing both of you today,” I said as I handed the phone back
to Master Earl. He listened for a few minutes and started
laughing like I never heard him laugh before.
“Okay, Beryl,”
he said “we’ll be happy to see you again. Ride safe,” he said. My
master was still laughing as he hung up the phone.
“You were right,
slave. You’re spooky, but you know what? I’m not afraid of
it anymore either. It’ll certainly come in handy to know how many
to expect for food,” he said. We both laughed.
“Master Earl is
that going to create a conflict with Master Sam and Yoshie coming?” I
asked.
“I hadn’t
thought about it, slave. Good point. I better get on the
phone to Sam and ask him how he feels. Any predictions?” he asked.
“Yeah, I can
tell you right now, he won’t have a problem with it. Not because
of any message, but because I know my boss. I think he’d like to
see Beryl and Blaine’s mouth drop open when they find out who Yoshie’s
Master has been all this time. Sam will make sure Breed isn’t
coming with them,” I replied.
“You mean Beryl
and Blaine haven’t known all this time?” he asked.
“That’s right,
sir. They haven't. It was kept on a need to know basis for
Yoshie’s protection. It’s been long enough, now, I don’t see any
problem. No one is going to say anything to Breed anyway,” I said.
Master Earl
called Sam and explained. They talked for a while and I heard my
master assure Sam, Breed would not be coming with them. Sam said
he would look forward to seeing all of us tomorrow.
"Right again,
slave, he was fine with it, said he thought about asking me to have
them up but didn’t want to impose. He said he won’t tell Yoshie
and let it be a surprise for him; however, he did want assurance Breed
wouldn’t be with them. You don't think they’d bring him, do you?”
Master Earl asked.
“Goodness, no, I
guarantee you they won’t. According to Master Jim, Jimmy— that's
his name— is barely aware of the family,” I assured him.
“Good enough for
me. Let’s have coffee and get to work on the bedrooms,
slave.” He accentuated the word “slave” implying that’s what I
was there for. He was right. I was there for any damned
thing he needed me to do, without hesitation.
“Could we take a
break after that, master, so I could give you a blow job?" I asked and
grinned.
“Well, I
don’t know, I’d hate to spoil you by feeding you too much sweets,
especially this early in the day,” he replied and laughed.
“I understand,
Master, but I’m sure with a mid-day sugar fix I could get so much more
done for you. I might even be a better slave,” I reasoned.
“I don't know
how. In any case, I think we could take a short break and pump
some master cream into your belly. Now, look what you done to
me. I can’t get me pants buttoned,” he said and laughed as he
waddled out of the bedroom on his way to the kitchen. The phone
rang again. I was making the bed in the bedroom and couldn’t
overhear the conversation. I heard a lot of laughter. I put
things away, grabbed my new collar and took it with me to the
kitchen. Master was just hanging up the phone and smiled when he
saw the collar in my hand. He wasn’t fully dressed yet, so I
knelt in front of him, grabbed him around the waist, and kissed his
cock beneath his leather pants.
“Will you put my
collar on for me, Master?” I asked.
“Be happy to,
pup, I wouldn’t want chu' to get lost. I might never find you
again,” he said as he locked it in place. “Quite handsome,” he
said admiring my collar, “it looks like it belongs on you. I’m
proud to have you wear it.”
“No prouder than
I am to wear it, Master,” I assured him.
“That was Dirk
on the phone. He said they would be here shortly after noon with
lunch for all of us. They’re so damn funny but lovable to a
fault. I love them both very much, but they’re always afraid
they’re going to impose, then they over do. It's part of their
charm, I guess. I suppose that's what makes them welcome
everywhere they go. They truly are wonderful people. Dirk
used to be one of the meanest son of a’ bitches you could ever run up
against. After Allen had his operation, Dirk’s been a changed
man. I’ve never seen him really drunk. He rarely uses foul
language and won’t allow anyone to curse in front of his ‘Little
Darlin.’ They’ve been together now almost six years but you
couldn’t tell. They act like they met yesterday.
"Dirk opens
doors for Allen. He won’t let him carry anything heavy. He
gets his chair for him at the table. If they weren’t so serious
we’d all be rolling on the floor laughing. Allen is so unassuming
and eats up Dirk’s attention. If there ever was a match made in
heaven, theirs surely has to be. You know, now that I think of
it, with your hair short, you could almost pass for Allen’s big
brother. The two of you look a lot alike. Allen looks like
a miniature cowboy— the man I told you about in Tucson. I can’t
wait to see what Dirk has to say. Don’t be surprised at anything
Allen does or says. He's so natural about everything, if he feels
like it, for no reason at all he’ll run up to you, grab you around the
neck and give you a big kiss.
"No one thinks
anything about it. It’s just Allen. You can’t help love
him. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He can be
mischievous as hell and will go to great lengths to pull a fast one on
Dirk. Dirk’s good natured about it and gives Allen what he wants,
punishment for being a bad boy. Allen goes through this big
routine about him being a bad boy and his daddy punishing him. He
deserves it. Hell, if Dirk didn’t go along with the game Allen
would think he didn’t care anymore. Billy and Oscar refer to Dirk
as Ms. Allen’s boy. They can be so bad,” Master Earl said and
grinned.
“Does Dirk beat
up on Allan any more?” I asked concerned.
“Oh, God, no,”
Master Earl replied, “Dirk spent over a year in therapy with Master
Claymore, Allen’s boss, and Dirk got his shit together. He
particularly respects and loves Master Claymore. He says he’s the
only man who wasn’t afraid to stand up to him and tell him the
truth. They’re still close friends and see each other
regularly. Of course Allen still works for the man, calls him
Daddy Wolf.
"Now days, Dirk
won’t stand to see some other master mistreat or physically abuse their
slave. He figures if he can learn to be a safe, sane master then
anyone can. I’ve seen him walk up behind some man who was about
to wail on his slave, grab his arm and hold him. He’ll quietly
suggest he may want to reconsider and find another way to solve their
disagreement than violence. They don’t dare smart off to
Dirk. They find another way. Come to think about it, I
probably should invite Master Claymore and his slave as well. He
was very good to me when I went to him for therapy after Wes was
killed. He and his boy have stayed over here many times and
always included me in their affairs. I think I will,” he
said. Master Earl picked up the phone and dialed. He spoke
briefly to Master Claymore and invited him and his slave to the party
the next day.
“They can
come. That’s good. Everyone loves them. Master Wolf,
or Waddie as everyone calls Master Claymore knew his slave's other
master well and the three of them rode bikes together. His
slave’s name is Zane. Zane's Master was killed in a bad
bike accident and after several months of grieving, our family, who
owned Zane told him he had to find a new master or he would be put on
the market and sold. Master Waddie's a big cowboy and he and Zane
roped together as a team in a number of rodeos. At the Prescott
rodeo that year, Zane asked Master Waddie to be his master. They
spent the weekend together and have been together ever since.
"Master Waddie's
friends told him Zane was sexually reassigned to please his
master. That's the story Bart Tinker, Zane's previous master told
everyone to protect Zane from the scrutiny of nosey people who had no
interest in the two of them other than gossip. Master Waddie
later found out the truth from Zane. Zane was a male in the
truest sense, but he was born an intersexual and assigned as a female
from birth. Zane knew in his heart he was male and early on
refused to take the female hormones. It was the weirdest damn
thing. He was attracted to men, but yet, didn’t wanna’ be a
woman. He didn’t have it easy. He ran away from home and
found a sympathetic doctor who supplied him with male hormones and
human growth factors. Zane’s body began to develop as totally
male.
"Zane’s
revelation to his master was a shock to Master Claymore but the man has
seen and done it all. Once the shock wore off they were more in
love with each other than ever. Master Wolf is a firm
disciplinarian and Zane worships him. I never think of Zane as a
female. Well, he isn’t. I never thought of Wes as a
woman. Why should I think any differently about Zane? God
knows I don’t think of Blaine or Allen as women. They’re men
whose master’s chose to have them sexually reassigned. Zane is
well accepted by our family and fits right in. Why wouldn’t
he? To average society we're probably quite a freak show, but you
could never wish for a better more loving group of people for an
extended family.”
We finished
coffee and proceeded to the bedrooms to get them ready. It didn’t
take us long to have the house in top condition, and it was still early
morning. It was about nine-thirty. I caught my master’s eye
and winked at him. He smiled knowingly and followed me to the
master bedroom. I helped him off with his boots and pants
and we made love on top of the leather bedspread. I took him deep
in my throat, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I could. My
love was growing for this man by the hour, and I wanted to show him my
love by taking him in my mouth. I worked on him for twenty or
thirty minutes until I began to feel him arch his back under the slow
steady thrust of my throat. I was about to push my Cadillac up
and over the hill.
I put my throat
into overdrive, let out the clutch, and that did it. From deep
inside my master came an animal rumble that reached his throat to howl
at the same moment my mouth began to fill with his hot seed. I no
sooner swallowed than another volley shot into my mouth. I
greedily sucked it down when my master gave me his final gift for the
morning. It filled my mouth. It tasted strong and wonderful
going down my throat. His come had a natural healthy man flavor,
the flavor of my master’s body, the flavor of my love. He lay
spent as I gently cleaned his beautiful cock of his last bits of man
cream. I was enjoying my own pleasure in having satisfied
him. I was pleased with myself. I knew he was, too, by the
way he rubbed my head while I was cleaning his dick.
“That’s the
first time you sucked me off, slave,” he said.
“I wanted to do
it for you, Master, it was important,” I replied.
“I understand,
Son. You’re message has been received and welcomed. I think
I needed for you to do it as well. Now, could I please have my
soul back?” he asked, throwing his head back in laughter.
“I’ll hold it
for you in safe keeping, and later, you may send your animal in after
it, sir,” I replied. He reached up, grabbed me, pulled me to him,
looked me in the eyes and gently kissed me.
“It’s in the
safest of places then, and I won’t worry,” my master said. He
kissed me again, “My animal, indeed,” he said smiling. “You think you
can tame my animal?” he asked.
“God, I hope
not, Master. I'll gladly serve my ass up to it anytime it's
hungry, try’n give it the best ride I can, but I would never try to
tame it,” I swore and he laughed.
“You like the
animal inside me?” he asked.
“Naw sir, I love
your animal inside me,” I replied.
It took him a
moment to think about what I said, and he roared with laughter.
“I have it on good authority my animal loves being inside you, slave,”
he said and grinned.
“Since you have
close communication with him, please relay a message for me,” I said.
“What’s that,
slave?” he asked.
“If he’s ever
confused, lonely, hungry, cold, or frightened, he’s welcome to sleep in
my barn, anytime,” I replied.
“I will,
indeed. Now, give your master a kiss, and let’s get cleaned
up. I’m gonna’ get in the shower, then get dressed. You
wanna’ join me?" he asked.
“Yes,
sir,” I said with enthusiasm. We showered, and he got
dressed. He put my collar on me, locked it, and plugged my
ass. I fell to my knees and kissed his boots when he
finished. His boots were so hot. He held his hand down for
me, I kissed it lovingly, and put it to my forehead. “Come to my
arms, slave, and kiss your master good morning,” he ordered. I
jumped up and we kissed a nice, good morning kiss.
“Master may I
request you put my leash on?” I asked.
“That’s right,
Beryl is coming. Jesus, I almost forgot. Leashes really
trip his wire. Thanks for the reminder, slave,” Master Earl said and
chuckled as he snapped on his heavy leather leash. “I gotta’ run down
to the store for about thirty minutes. I’ll be right back.
I would take you, but I want you here to answer the phone or the door
if anyone shows up early, okay?” he asked.
“Sure, Master,
I’ll finish cleaning the bedrooms,” I said.
“Good boy,” he
replied, hugged me, kissed me, and was out the door.
I finished
putting away the dishes we used for coffee cakes and cereal. I
went to the bedroom, put his clothes away and cleaned the bath.
It was about eleven o’clock and the doorbell rang. I went to the
door and looked out the eye port. Two big familiar faces stood
before me. I opened the door.
“Beau, you
beautiful man-child.” I was caught up in the arms of Billy with Oscar
close behind.
“It’s so good to
see you guys. Look at you. Here Oscar, gimme’ a hug,” I
greeted them. I was genuinly glad to see them again.
“I’ll give you
more'n that, you little bear,” he said, hugged, and kissed me.
“Welcome, come
in. Make yourselves to home. Master ran to the store and
will be right back. He must have known you’d be here, ‘cause he
told me to stay here in case someone showed up,” I said.
“I didn’t tell
him whether we would definitely be here,” Billy said.
“He knew you
were coming,” I said.
“How?” Oscar
asked.
“Beau told him,”
Billy said to Oscar without hesitation. I nodded my head in
agreement.
“Told you,’”
Billy said to Oscar again.
“We won’t stay
if he’s having a lot of people in,” Oscar said.
“Nonsense,” I
said, “We planned for the two of you and 'yes,' he's having a bunch of
people in. It just grew somehow,” I said.
“Let me guess,”
Billy said, “Dirk and Allen, Jeb and Jim, Wolf and Zane. Help me
brother. Who’d I leave out, Oscar?” Billy asked.
“Beryl and
Blaine,” Oscar replied as he looked at me for approval.
“You two are
good,” I complimented them.
“No, we just
know your good master and let me tell you before he gets here,
from both of us, we are so happy and pleased the two of you have
found each other. We know you'll be the best of slaves for him,
and he'll love you like you've never been loved before. You’ll be
proud to call him 'master.' We can talk about little else these
days. We were so moved from our last visit, we can’t tell you how
right we know this bonding will be. We love you so much, Beau,”
Billy said.
My eyes started
watering, and they put their arms around me. “Now stop it, you
guys. I really appreciate your love, but we are not going to have
another emotionally exhausting weekend. This one will be a time
of celebration when I get a chance to meet more of the family.” I
hugged, kissed them, and got them laughing with tales of my weekend
with Master Beryl and Blaine. Master Earl walked in through the
kitchen door. Looked at us and saw the tears on my face from
laughing so hard.
“Damn, you guys
couldn’t have been here more than ten minutes and you already have my
poor slave in tears,” he said grinning. He set his stuff down
from the store and walked into the living room. They rushed to
him and knelt in front of him, each kissing a boot. Master held
his hands down for each, they kissed it and put it to their foreheads
to complete the ritual greeting. “Rise slaves and show this
master you love,” he commanded.
They were all
over him apologizing for making his handsome slave boy cry and would he
please punish them both severely, as soon as possible, or could he
please issue rain checks. Master was in stitches and walked over
to me and asked, “Did those big mean fearful old eunuchs hurt you,
Son?" he asked in his best concerned master's voice.
“Truly, Master,
I was afraid for my young life if you hadn't walked in,” I played along.
“More,
Beau. Go for it. Tell him,” Billy encouraged, “Get us a
trip to the dungeon, at least.”
“Then--- then,
Master,” I hesitated.
“Yes, Son?” he
asked.
“They told me
they loved me,” I replied and grinned.
“That’s all I
needed to hear, that would scare the living b’jesus out of anyone,”
Master Earl replied. We laughed and hugged each other again.
“You two have
the upstairs guest bedroom. Get comfortable, but bring your bags
in first, okay?” Master Earl barked orders like the master he was.
The two big men
went to their SUV to get their stuff and returned. They went to
the bedroom for a few minutes, and I began to help Master Earl put away
the stuff from the store. They returned in the buff and looked
even better than the last time I saw them.
“Oscar, you been
working out!” I exclaimed.
“See, I told ju’
he’d notice,” Billy said.
“You’re looking
good, Oscar,” Master Earl encouraged.
“Well, Billy’s
been after me for years, and I thought, what the hell, don’t have much
else to do with my time, may as well,” he said.
“I told you
people would notice. I’m proud of you, myself,” Billy hugged
Oscar. Oscar blushed from the attention.
“Now tell Master
Earl and Beau the rest,” Billy prompted.
“Well...
" he paused, looked at us then back to Billy.
"Go on, tell
them, it's wonderful news. You have to share it with them.
They’re family, Oscar," Billy reassured him.
"Being here with
you guys that weekend and having the experience we did moved me to get
out of my shell and start doing something with my life. I met a
master about a year ago and we’ve been seeing each other off and
on. I just decided I was going to work on my body to make myself
more attractive for him, and I think it’s working. We’ve been
seeing each other more regularly, and I think he may be getting
ready to ask me to be his slave.”
We congratulated
him and patted him on the back wishing him the best. “When do we
get to meet him?” Master Earl asked.
“Well, he’s in
town this weekend visiting his sister,” Oscar replied.
“Do you think
he’d like to come over tomorrow for pool and food?” Master Earl asked.
“I could
certainly ask him,” Oscar replied sheepishly.
“Get on the
phone and give him directions. Tell him noon on,” Master Earl
told him. Oscar went off to the bedroom to call and we remained
in the kitchen area. Billy couldn’t take his hands off me, and I
was loving it. How often do you have your bodybuilding idol,
jack-off fantasy man of your teens, paw you and play with your cock and
balls. Billy was still Clancey McGee to me and just as sexy with
or without cock and balls. I was more proud now, than ever, to
carry his picture in my wallet.
“Beau!” Billy
exclaimed, “Oh, my God, is that a new collar? Let me see. Bulldog
Beau, Property of Master Earl D. Shaw.” He read the new tag.
“Beats the shit out of an engagement ring, don’t it, little brother?”
he asked and laughed as he hugged me and stole a kiss for the umpteenth
time.
“I agree,
Billy,” I said, “I’m very proud of it.”
“You should be,
slave-boy, that says you’ll be owned by one of the finest masters who
ever raised a whip,” he said laughing. Master Earl laughed, he
walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead.
Oscar returned
bright eyed with a big smile on his face. “He’s coming,” he said.
“Great,” Master
Earl said, “He can meet some of our family. I hope we don’t scare
him to death. Does he know our customs?” he asked.
“Yes, Master
Earl, he was a member of a similar family for years and many of their
customs are the same as ours,” Oscar replied.
“He’s a fine
looking man, Master Earl,” Billy interjected, “I don’t think he’ll have
any problem with our family.”
“Good, then
let’s hope we won’t be losing a good slave we’ll be gaining a good
master,” Master Earl said. We all agreed.
We heard a big
Harley pull into the car port. Master said it was probably Dirk
and Allen. The door opened and a tiny man held the door for an
enormous bear of a man to come through with both arms loaded with take
out food. When the big man got through the door, Master Earl
began helping him with the sacks of food. The little one went
nuts, ran to Billy’s arms, then Oscar’s, looked me up and down, smiled
real big, ran to me, and jumped into my arms. I picked him up as
he began kissing me and hugging me like he’d known me forever. He
was as cute as a six week old puppy kissing you in the face.
“You’re
Beau. I just know you’re Beau. Oh, you’re so
handsome. I’ve heard so much about you. You’re so
pretty. Oh! Oh, my God. What a nice cock and what a
beautiful set balls you have. May I feel them? Please,
Beau— oh— they’re wonderful. Daddy, look,” Allen held my cock and
balls for Dirk to see, “Look, Daddy, at the handsome man,” Allen called
to his master.
Dirk looked,
nodded, and winked at me. “Allen, where are your manners?
Now, get chore’ little ass over here, pronto, before I take my belt
off,” the big man growled.
“Be right back,
Beau. Don’t cha’ just love a take charge kinda man?” he
whispered, giggled, and kissed me on the cheek.
Allen ran to
kneel before my master, kissed his boots and took his hand.
“Rise, you cute little shit and show me some love’n. That is, if
Beau didn’t get it all,” Master Earl teased.
“I’m so sorry,
Master Earl, you know I love you. I was just so excited to meet
Beau, and Master Earl, he is so much prettier than everyone told
us. He’s fucking gorgeous,” Allen went on as he threw his arms
around Master Earl’s neck and kissed him passionately. “See, I do love
you, Master Earl. I’m so happy for you. He's
beautiful. I couldn’t have picked one better for you
myself,” Allan gushed. Master Earl just laughed, patted him on
his butt, and Allen ran to grab my hand to lead me to meet Big Dirk.
Master Earl
grabbed me from Allen and spoke, “Master Dirk, may I present my new
slave, Beau,” he said.
I fell to my
knees and kissed each of Dirk's big boots, and found his huge calloused
hand waiting. I kissed the back and placed it to my forehead.
“Come up here,
slave. Lemme' get a good look at chu,'” he demanded. I
arose and stood before him. He looked me up and down, turned me
around, felt my plug, then turned me back around. “Gimme’ a kiss, boy,”
he firmly ordered me. He didn’t hold back and neither did
I. He was like kissing a Gorilla or a Kodiak bear. He was
another animal, and I loved everything about the man. Allen
giggled. Big Dirk put his bear arms around me and held me for a
moment.
“We’re so damn
glad to have you in the family, Son. My bro here has needed a
good slave for sometime, and I got me a good feeling you’re the one for
him,” he said sincerely. There were tears in the big man’s eyes.
“Thank you,
Master Dirk, I appreciate that,” I said. It was Dirk’s turn to
pat me on my butt, and Allen led me away babbling. Allen set with
me on the sofa and engaged me in conversation as everyone else was busy
in the kitchen. Billy and Oscar went through their ritual with
Big Dirk. He kissed them both and boxed their ears. They
had him laughing like a school boy. I felt I should be helping in
the kitchen, but Master Earl winked at me and motioned for me to stay
with Allen. Allen crawled up into my lap as close to me as he
could get. He was small perfectly formed, but tiny. I felt
like a giant holding him. I wondered how a big man like Dirk
could ever get his dick inside this tiny man. I would have
reservations trying to get into him, and from hearsay, I understood
Dirk’s tackle was proportionate to his large body.
“Did you get a
good look at the two of them together, Dirk?” Master Earl asked
him. Big Dirk looked over at us and shook his head.
“My God, they
could be brothers,” he said in awe. Oscar and Billy looked and
added they’re agreement.
“Wait'll Allen
cuts his hair short. I think you’ll all be amazed,” Master Earl
said.
“We almost have
triplets in the family. Allen, Beau, and the Cowboy. Stand
‘em along side each other and you’d have small, economy, and large
size. Beau is bigger than both, I think,” Billy said and
Oscar agreed.
“Allen, get in
there, get chore' clothes off, and bring me your collar,” Big Dirk
barked at Allen, “and quit monopolizing Beau. You’re gonna’ be
with him all afternoon.”
“Yes, Master,”
Allen replied and jumped. He whispered to me, “Damn, I’m
gonna’ cancel that fuck'n subscription to Reader’s Digest. Ju’
hear that? That word, 'monopolizing,' was five syllables. I like
him better when he just grunts at me,” he said and giggled like a
school boy. He ran off to the bedroom laughing to himself.
Funny little man.
“What did he
say, Beau?” Big Dirk asked raising an eyebrow and grinned at me.
"He said he
loved it when you ordered him around, sir,” I lied and winked at Dirk.
“Oh, shit,” Dirk
said, “Allen’s found an ally. Earl, I’m doomed,” he said
and laughed a big rumbling laugh. I got up to walk to the
kitchen. Dirk watched me walk, winked at me, and spoke to Master
Earl, “Couldn’t you have found a slave who was just a little
better looking, Earl? I mean why stop with gorgeous?” Everyone
fell out laughing, “I meant that as a compliment, Beau,” the big man
laughed and blushed, ”Everyone here knows I was straight once, but you
sure did something funny to my old hoss when you kissed me a minute
ago. I know you’re gonna’ do wonders for your old man, here,”
Dirk allowed.
“Thank you,
Master Dirk, that’s one of the nicest things a big handsome bear has
ever said to me,” I replied and grinned at him. He blushed again
and smiled.
Two more
Harley’s pulled into the carport. Master Earl opened the kitchen
door to the port and we watched as Big Beryl and Blaine locked and got
off their bikes. “Is that Beryl and Blaine?” Dirk asked, “Shit,
we ain’t seen them in damn near a year,” he said.
“Come on in,
guys, you’re just in time for lunch.” Master Earl welcomed them.
There was much confusion as Blaine knelt for Master Earl and Master
Dirk, and then Billy and Oscar for Master Beryl. No one was
rushed. I stood apart watching Big Beryl watch me as he went
through the rituals to be polite.
Just as I was
about to go to him Allen rushed by me naked as a jay bird screaming,
“Master Beryl! Blaine!” Allen fell to his knees and kissed the
big man’s boots. He gave Allen his hand as he winked at me.
Allen kissed it and put it to his forehead. Big Beryl reached
down with both hands, easily threw Allen into the air, caught him, and
held him to his huge chest, “Kiss me, you little shit, and be quick
about it,” he growled at the little man. Allen almost couldn’t
kiss him from giggling.
"I love you,
Master Beryl,” he said still giggling.
“I love you,
too, little one,” Beryl said and stole another kiss.
“Now, is there
another slave between here and that handsome slave over yonder what
wants to show this master some love?” he bellowed laughing. I
moved to him and knelt in front of him and proceed to kiss and clean
each of his boots. He had to tap me with his hand to get my
attention. “Damn boy loves himself some boots, don't he?” he
asked and laughed again. I took his hand, kissed it, and put it
to my forehead, “I’ve waited long enough. Now, give your old dad
some love, Son,” he growled.
“With pleasure,
dad,” I replied. I threw my arms around the old man, gave him a
big kiss, and thought he was going to squeeze me in two.
“I lied to your
old man, Son. It was me what wanted to come up here and see
ya.’ ‘Course Blaine did a little,” the big man confessed.
“What do you
mean, a little, old man?” Blaine came up behind him and asked. “Lemme'
at ‘em,” Blaine said as he pushed in between us and planted a big kiss
on me. “Damn, it’s good to see you again, Little Beaver,” he said.
“Good to see you
again, too, bro— damn good. I thought about the two of you all
week and was hoping I’d get to see you before I entered
training,” I said as I hugged him again.
“How do you know
Master Beryl and Blaine, Beau?” Allen asked.
“Well, Son,”
Blaine said, as he put his arm about Allen and pulled him close,
“You’re looking at the man who saved me and Wes’ asses in
Vietnam. He's the man what cut us out of them cages where they
was holding us. My foot and ankle was shattered. He carried
me over forty miles on his back to safety,” Blaine explained.
Allen’s mouth
fell open. He looked me up and down with awe, then spoke.
"Naw— couldn't be, the man who saved Wes was named 'Andy James.'
Wes told me all about him."
"That's his
name, sweetheart," Blaine assured Allen, "Andrew Beauregard
James is his full name. He's the same man. You're looking
at him in the flesh," Blaine assured him.
“You’re
Andy? The guy Wes talked to me about all the time? You were
his lover in Nam? You’re Andy James, the one he wanted Master
Earl to meet in case anything happened to him? Oh, my God!”
Allen exclaimed softly as his voice trailed off as reality set
in. He ran to me again as fast as his short little legs would
carry him. I reached down, grabbed him up in my arms, looked at
him, and kissed him on the cheek.
“That’s right
Allen, but I’m a slave just like you and proud of it. I'm also
proud of the man I hope to one day call my master. Yes, I was the
'Andy' who Wes spoke about. I think he's responsible for bringing
Master Earl and me together.”
“Really?
Oh, Beau, you’re wonderful. I love you, Beau. Wes told me I
would, and he was right,” he gushed.
“I love you,
too, Allen. I’ve been told we look enough a like to be brothers,”
I said.
“Oh, God, no,
Beau. Don’t you believe it. You’re much prettier than me,
but I'd be proud to be your little brother, if you like,” he said.
“Take a number,
kid, and get to the back of the line,” Billy said and everyone laughed.
“Of course you
can be my little brother, Allen. I’d love that,” I encouraged him.
“Oh, Beau,
you’re so wonderful,” he said again.
“Can I have my
slave back for a moment, please,” Master Earl laughed, “We have
all the food out. Grab a plate and form a line. There’s
beer, wine, or soft drinks. Help yourselves,” my master invited
everyone. “Beau, help with the drinks then head out to the tables
on the patio,” he said.
“Blaine, get in
there and get chore’ clothes off, bring me your collar and new leash,”
Big Beryl barked at Blaine.
“Yes, Master,”
Blaine winked at me and rolled his eyes as he left for the
bedroom. I wondered where Blaine would hide this leash? He
returned in a few minutes sans clothes, his collar in hand with
leash. He knelt in front of his master who carefully locked his
collar in place and attached the leash.
They got in line
behind me for food. “Blaine, you’re looking more handsome than
ever in your collar and new leash.” I complimented him.
“Yes, my hero, I
have you to thank for my new leash as well,” he replied with a big sigh.
“Well, Blaine,”
I encouraged him, “just look it as a new leash on life,” I said.
Master Beryl
almost dropped his plate from laughter. Blaine was stoic.
He was such a good looking masculine man even without his cock and
balls. His little cunt only made him that much more attractive to
me. I couldn’t look at it for long, or I’d get an erection and
start dripping. Was it because I wanted to fuck it or because I
was envious and wanted one? Maybe both.
Everyone got
their food, and I made sure I followed my master to a table.
Allen was right on my heels, so was Big Dirk, and so was Beryl and
Blaine. We had a great time eating, drinking, relaxing, and
telling stories. Allen couldn’t get any closer to me if he
tried. Big Dirk kept looking and frowning at him like, 'Will you
give Beau some space?' Allen would just smile sweetly at his big
daddy and then turn his attention back to me. He listened
intently to the story of how Master Earl and I met. Billy and
Oscar supplied stories of the strange evening we found the letters to
all of us in the secret drawer in Master Earl’s desk. These were
stories Beryl and Blaine hadn’t heard and were blown away by the
paranormal aspects.
Beryl and Blaine
told the story of Blaine recognizing me first. Then Blaine told
Breed’s story, how Blaine and I recognized the corpsman he was
describing was me. Master Earl set and held my hand through most
of the stories as if to offer me strength and support. I was
offering the same to him as he briefly described the contents of each
letter from Wes. They were dumbfounded. Master Beryl stood
up to speak, “I’ve already told Beau this but the rest of you can hear
it, too. I listened for six Goddamn years about this wonderful
young man named 'Andy,' or 'Beau' but never thought I would meet him
face to face. I sometimes wondered if Blaine didn’t make him up
because he sounded too good to be true. Then a week ago this
young man walked in to my life, back into my slave's life, and into our
friend Breed’s life.
"I've seen what
his presence has done to our friend and for us. Our friend Breed
is on the road to recovery, and Blaine and I are closer and more in
love than we’ve ever been. He befriended an unhappy young
slave-boy, the slave-boy’s distraught master, and turned their lives
around with one simple act of kindness. We can see what he's
doing for our beloved brother and we find it good. Last week, I
took the liberty of initiating him into our family and into my
immediate family as well. Beau, we all need you in our family and
most of all we need you to need us as well.” Everyone was “Hear!
Hearing!” Master Earl put his big arms around me. I’d never been
touched like that before in my life and was about to lose it.
“I need you good
folks much more than you might ever need me,” I replied.
“Well said, my
good and faithful slave. To own you will be to own a treasure,”
Master Earl put his arm around me, pulled me close and stole a kiss.
“To family,”Big
Dirk said as he held his glass high.
“To family,” we
all raised our glasses and drank. I slipped my arm around Allen
and squeezed him. He reached up and kissed me behind the ear as
his husband, the bear, smiled on. The rest of the afternoon was
spent in groups around the pool and Allen cut Master Earl’s hair in his
usual squared away flat top. He offered to cut mine. I
didn’t want long hair anymore. I told him to crew cut it.
Everyone gathered to watch as he got closer and closer to
finishing. Allen got a funny look on his face, Big Dirk kept
turning his head away and laughing, shaking his head. Big Beryl
and Blaine’s mouth’s were open and all the rest were smirking and
laughing. I thought Allen did a number on my head, and I was
going to look like a poodle or something.
"Why is everyone
looking at me funny? Allen, did you gap my hair? I don’t
care, buddy, it’s all right. It’ll grow back,” I consoled
him. Master Earl walked out of the house with a large standing
mirror and stood it in front of me. My hair looked great.
Allen did a good job. Then I saw Allen smiling over my
shoulder. It was like looking back at a tiny version of
myself. The likeness was incredible.
“Now I see what
everyone is smiling about. All I can say, Allen, is you are one
handsome son of a bitch,” I said quietly.
Allen went into
rails of laughter and hugged me. “You like your haircut, Beau?”
he asked.
“Like it, little
brother? Hell no, I love it. It looks great. What do
you think, Master?” I asked Earl.
Master Earl
grabbed Allen, hugged, and kissed him. “Thanks for both of us
slave-boy. You done good, kid,” he said. Allen just beamed.
“Anyone else?”
he asked.
“Hell, yes,
youngster, if you’re not tired,” Master Beryl said.
“Love to, Master
Beryl. What do you want?” he asked.
“Just like my
boy, Beau’s, there. That looks good to me,” he said.
“Yes, sir,
Master,” he said. Allen was in heaven.
The afternoon
progressed like a dream. I got into the pool with Blaine, Allen,
Billy, and Oscar. Beryl shucked off his clothes and joined
us. We took turns playing keep away using Allen for a ball.
He was the center of attention and loving it. The next thing I
knew my master swam up behind me and put his arms around me. Big
Dirk was the last to join us. I finally got my first look at Big
Dirk in the raw. He was huge all over. I can certainly
understand why Allen loved him. The human body must be one hell
of a machine for Allen to accommodate him. He caught me looking
at him and winked. I gave him the thumbs up and an okay
sign. He swam up to Master Earl, and I and smiled at him.
Dirk slipped his huge, hairy arms around my waist and gently pulled me
away from Master Earl with my backside to his front. He said loud
enough for Master Earl to hear, “I saw you check’n me out,
slave-boy.”
“You certainly
did, Master Dirk, and to say I’m impressed is an understatement.
I’m happy for my little brother. He has, perhaps, one of the
finest looking bears I’ve ever seen for a master. He’s a very
lucky little man.”
“So's your old
man, Son. See, I wasn’t kidding earlier,” he said. I looked
down and his monster grew into a big monster.
“Boy, is Allen
gonna’ get it tonight,” he said as he swam away laughing. Master
Earl put his arms around my waist and spoke to me quietly in my ear,
“The way you
handle people amazes me sometimes, slave. You are so forthright
with them they can’t misconstrue your meaning or fault you. Dirk
really likes you. I’ve never seen him be that forward with any
other slave. He knows I wouldn’t be upset and openly telling you
that in front of me his way of complimenting both of us. By the
way, Son, Beryl and Blaine told me about Button and what you did.
They received a phone call from Button’s Master. He was in tears
he was so grateful for whatever you said to his slave. He wanted
to know if there was anyway he could have you visit as his second slave
for a weekend. You made a big impression on him, his boy and
everyone else there, too. I know Zack pretty well.
Zack told me about the medical tragedy of having to remove Button’s
penis. It seems the doctors think the cancer was the result of
abuse from foster homes,” Master Earl said.
“I didn’t really
do all that much. I just told the kid to be proud of who he
was. Be proud of his old man who thought enough of him to stand
by him and love him through his loss. Serve him, show him love,
and in doing so he would find happiness for himself as well,” I said.
“Hell, Beau,
that’s sound advice for anyone. No wonder the kid has a new
outlook. That was really thoughtful of you to tell him so,”
Master Earl said.
“Thank you,
Master, I don’t think about it when I do something, I just do it.
I try to follow my heart. Master Jeb taught me that. So far
it’s worked for me pretty well, and I'll always be in his debt,” I
replied.
We got out of
the pool and I helped Billy, Oscar, and Blaine make drinks for
everyone. I was surprised the three masters didn’t rush to put
their clothes back on. Big Beryl rubbed his big body against me
every chance he got, held me, and led me around by my leash all
afternoon. The evening got cooler and Master Earl made a fire in
the fire place. He brought out old quilts and blankets and
everyone lay together in front of the fire talking quietly. Allen
crawled up into Big Dirk’s lap and looked like he belonged there.
You could see how much the big man adored his slave. He would
tease and torment Allen, then would laugh and kiss him like a rag
doll. Allen’s little cunt was like the rest of him, small.
I just couldn’t imagine. How could that big man get all of
himself into that tiny body? I wasn’t about to ask.
I lay with my
back against Master Earl’s hairy chest, his arms around me, petting
me. I was the only slave there with my cock intact. I felt
almost out of place and yet, somewhat special. It was a wonderful
day and a better evening. No one talked about anything too heavy
and the old timers caught up on who was where doing what to whom.
After a couple more drinks I was beginning to nod off. Blaine was
already asleep with his head in his old man’s crotch and Allen was
sleeping peacefully while being lightly rocked in the huge arms of
Ursus Major, the great bear. Oscar was asleep with Billy’s arm
around him. It has to say something about a host when your guest
feel so comfortable they aren’t afraid they’re going to offend you by
slipping off to the land of Nod.
Master Earl told
Dirk to take one of the downstairs guest bedrooms and Beryl to take the
other. Dirk picked Allen up in his huge arms, cradled him like a
baby, rocked him gently, and kissed him on the forehead. Allen
didn’t open an eye. The tiny dancer was safe and secure in the
arms of his giant bear. Between them there was no doubt who was
the master or who was the slave; however, after you got to know them
you realized Dirk was a slave to Allen’s love and Allen was a slave to
Dirk’s strength and goodness. Did it matter? Of course
not. They made it work.
The old man
surprised me by picking up Blaine who didn’t resist. I knew Beryl
was big, but when he picked up Blaine like a sack of flour, I realized
just how big a man he really was. He leaned over, kissed me and
Master Earl on his way, and whispered goodnight. Billy woke Oscar
and they padded off to their bedroom. I was alone with my
handsome master. I lay in his arms for a while then spoke to him
softly, “I love you, Master. My love for you continues to
grow by the day, by the hour. I feel complete when I’m with
you. You’re the only person in my life who has ever asked me to
commit to anything.”
“I’m glad I had
the sense to ask a commitment from you. I fell in love with you
that afternoon on Silverlake Boulevard and it’s been a non-stop roller
coaster ride ever since. I’m loving every minute of it.
Come, good slave, let’s retire to our den and let your old man make
gentle love to his boy,” he invited.
“Whatever you
need, Master, is yours to take,” I replied.
“What your old
man needs right now is some sweet, slave-boy lovin’,” my master said.
“And you shall
have the very best, Master,” I replied.
We slowly moved
to the bedroom leaning on each other for support. We weren’t
drunk, we were exhausted from the day, but it was worth it. It was a
good day and a good tired.
“Master?” I asked
“Yes, Son?”
“Next weekend?”
“Yes?”
“Will it be
ours, alone?” I asked.
“I'd like that,
would you?” he asked.
“Very much,
sir,” I replied.
“Then we’ll
close our doors to the outside world and spend the weekend with each
other.”
“That would be
wonderful. I think we both need that before I enter training.”
“I agree, my
slave,” he said.
I helped my
master undress. He removed my collar and plug. He didn’t
want me wearing that stuff to bed. He knew the body next to him
was his faithful slave and a collar or plug wasn’t gonna’ make that
much difference. Besides, he often liked to take me in the middle
of the night, and I needed to be ready.
True to his word
we made wonderful love. I lay in his arms thinking about a house
full of relatives who loved us and in such a short time I felt like I
came to know and love them equally. I thought about each
individual unit of love involved with each couple and two
individuals. What power there was in these strong bonds and how
fragile they might be as well. For tonight, providence smiled on
this house and love abided keeping watch at each threshold against the
evils of the world. It guarded and protected like Cerberus, the
giant three headed dog brays against intruders at the gates of
Hell. Pass this dwelling, small minds, and foul spirits— we are
family.
End Chapter 15 ~
The Ties That Bind
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