3TB_15

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 sat 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 which crosses borders, states, and nations? Man’s only unspoken language which needs no translation across our planet and means the same to everyone. 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 every ticket. 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 are transformed. 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 the universe.

If there is no heaven, then the feeling of love and belonging has been 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,” my master 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 everything. 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, what ever’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.

Billy continued, "I didn't figure it out until I began to read some of Wes' poems last week, and one of 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 tied me 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. I think I'm just beginning to fit the pieces together like one might a large jig-saw puzzle to see the bigger pitcture.

"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 was able to provided Wes with what he needed. Sounds like a conundrum, doesn't it? I don't think it is. 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. The Native Americans had a name for it, 'koyannisqatsi', meaning a world out of balance. I've only recently discovered what it means to become balanced within my own limited space, 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 with respect.

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 what passed between us. 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 which 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! He 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, "Blaine 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 nearly 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. It’ll certainly come in handy to know how many to expect for food,” he said. We both laughed.

“Master Earl is it 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 Earl 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 everyone. 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. He calls Master Waddie, 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.

“Dirk will 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 nosy people who held 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 big cowboy 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 the 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 quality, the essence 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 genuinely 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're 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 your 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 Earl 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, 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, I don’t have much else to do with my time. I may as well try to reshape my tired old ass,” 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,” Oscar said shyly.

We congratulated him, patted him on his back wishing, and wished 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, laughed as he hugged me, and stole a kiss for the umpteenth time.

“I agree, Billy,” I said, “I’m very proud of my new collar,” I replied.

“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?” Earl 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. Everyone 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 man 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 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, boy,'” 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 sat 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 equally 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. Give the poor slave a break and a chance to breathe," Dirk admonished him.

“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. Allen could be a 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 laughing.

"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 you two 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. I assure you, he's the same man. You're looking at him in the flesh," Blaine said firmly.

“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 damn 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 go 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 the food set out. Grab yourself 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 sat 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 need you in our family, but most of all we need you to need us as well,” Beryl said. Everyone was “Hear! Hearing!” Master Earl put his big arms around me. I was never so touched like that before in my life and was afraid I might 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,” Master Earl said. Everyone raised their 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 give me a crew cut. 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 remarkable.

“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 gales of laughter and hugged me. “Do 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 ain't tired,” Master Beryl said.

“Love to, Master Beryl. What do you want?” he asked.

“Just like my boy, Beau’s, here. 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 if he openly told you how he feels about you. By boldly doing it in front of me is 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 much. I told the kid to be proud of who he was. Be good to 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. It 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'm 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 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 his monster cock 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 told him.

“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.

“Then you shall have my 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 going to 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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