3TB_16

THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 16 ~ My Brother's Keeper

Part I ~ Coitus Interruptus

“What gracious womb gave life unto my Master’s gentle heart?
Then fed him truths from breasts so filled with nature’s kindest feast,
he could but walk in paths of passion, honor, greatness set apart,
his rod of iron, demanding love, to tame his slave’s unworthy beast.”
From: Canto 29 ~ Slave Songs ~ W. D. Dux ~ Posthumous

The next morning my master awoke with his manhood stiff as a battering ram and knocking at my back door. I excused myself and ran to the shower to quickly clean myself. I returned to his bed, but he managed to drift back to sleep. As I lay down beside him, he awoke.

“May I pleasure my master this morning, sir?” I asked.

“What did you have in mind, Slave?” he asked.

“Fucking you, sir,” I said.

His face slowly became a wry smile. “Fucking me, Slave?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“No disrespect intended, sir, it’s not what you think. I would humbly request permission to mount you and fuck you with my ass, sir,” I said and smiled.

He looked at me with a changed heart. “That was a test of trust, wasn’t it, Son?” he asked.

“Not in the least, sir, it’s more like a smart ass slave-boy’s attempt at clumsy humor in hopes I might introduce you to something new he thought you might enjoy,” I explained.

“You wouldn’t want to risk having your master work you over for yanking his chain, would you?” he asked and grinned.

“If I please you, sir, may I still be punished?” I asked with a grin.

Master Earl roared with laughter. “I’ve heard that’s how you got your ass worked over by Dad Beryl in the desert,” he replied.

“Yes, sir,” I replied quietly, "You might say, I ass-ed for it," I said and grinned at him.

He laughed at me. “I’ll consider working you over, Slave, but let’s not confuse play with punishment. Because, when I really do need to punish you, and I will, it won’t be enjoyable. You won’t ask for seconds. It will be for correction, not sexual stimulus. Did you feel Master Beryl was punishing you?” my master asked.

“No, sir, not in the least. Some folks might look at it that way, but it’s hard for me to think of it as punishment when I wanted it as badly as he needed to give. After he cut me down and took me, it was as if we conjoined as one. He took me as his son. I felt I became his progeny. I paid my fare for right-of-passage. I’m not slighting my bond with my ‘dad’ at work. The relationships were arrived at separately. Neither is more or less valid than the other. They’re just different. While I think I earned both, the payment system for each was unusual. I’m beginning to believe a man may have many fathers and more than one ‘master’ but each will be unique. I guess what I’m seeking is a closer bond with you. I want to feel with you what I felt with Master Beryl. Is that wrong?” I asked.

“Not when you explain yourself in such a clear manner. As your master, I will set parameters from time to time for your benefit as well as for my control. Since I understand what you’re getting at, I can assure you we’ll will experience many times of close bonding together. You asked for my trust, now give me yours. I’ll take you there when I feel the time is right for us. In the meantime, your first objective should be to please your master and not to manipulate him,” Master Earl admonished.

“You’re right, Master, and I apologize. That’s exactly what I was doing, and I was wrong. I meant it to be humorous and well met, but I understand how it might be construed as manipulative. I’m sorry. I trust you. I’ll not play that game again,” I replied.

“Lighten up, Son, no harm done. Consider it part of your training. It doesn’t mean I love or think any less of you,” Master Earl encouraged.

“Then, please, Master, may I give you pleasure?” I asked.

“Gimme’ a kiss first. Get the bad taste out of your mind,” he commanded.

I kissed him, he enfolded me in his big arms, held me to assure me he was in control, and for me to feel comfortable. “May I have permission to mount your pony, Master?” I asked.

“Permission granted, Slave,” he replied.

I spread my saliva over his cock and sucked on the head for a bit. Then I positioned my ass with its head firm against my back door. I reached back with both hands, spread my cheeks and sank to the base in one swift plunge. It took his breath away. “Holy shit! Nice mount, Slave. If the rest is as good, I promise we'll share a bonding experience soon,” he said.

I started with some general riding but very smooth. I was fucked enough by my Cadillac, I knew this would have to be a different ride. He was not an untamed bronco I only had an eight second buzzer to beat. I had time to build up and shift gears to ride my Cadillac up the hill. I could ride in comfort and style, and proceeded to do so. Damn, he felt good inside me like his strong cock belonged there. I held my right hand tight against my belly pulling inward to feel the large head of his penis as it passed my hand. He felt it, too, and moved his hips in an upward thrust to help get a little more of the good stuff. I wanted this to be memorable for him as well as good for me, whether he allowed me to come or not. “May your slave have your permission to get his, too, Master?” I asked quietly so’s not to disturb his space.

“I’ll trust you to be the judge of that, Slave. If you're satisfied you’ve given your best to pleasure your master and put him first, you have my permission,” he replied.

“Thank you, sir.” I returned my attention to what I was doing. I closed my eyes and began to shift gears knowing approximately the good stroking rhythm my master liked to use to start his climb up the hill. I opened my eyes long enough to see it was having its desired effect and once again shifted gears. I shortened my stroke and began slamming my ass hard against the base of his horse. He began to moan. His eyes were closed, but his head was moving from side to side. I felt more blood rushing to his already engorged cock.

Once again I shifted gears very smoothly and knew I had him, as he began to raise his hips off the bed to meet my thrust. I was holding on by a thread when I felt his flow begin. My sphincter began to try to bite his fine cock off. I shot three feet in the air to land on his chest as he held me in the air with his back arched filling my ass with his master gizz. I lifted almost off of him, slammed back again to meet his arched base as he filled me the second time, and we repeated once more. He got the last of me onto his handsome chest. We relaxed, collapsed, I fell on top of him, spent, but pleased with myself. All of a sudden, all Hell broke loose with applause, whistles, and cat calls. “Well done, Slave!” “Good job!” “Great performance!” “Me next!”

Master and I turned, and there was the entire peanut gallery. They sneaked in the room while we were in the throes of passion and unaware of their presence. They witnessed the final moments of our union. It hardly fazed Master Earl as he put his arms around me, gently pulled me to himself, and whispered to me. “Just go with it...” he said then began to kiss me passionately. I returned his kiss with equal passion with his big cock still deeply planted in my red Earth. The crowd was rowdy and enthusiastic. They gathered around, and Allen jumped on the bed. “Oh, Beau, you were great, just great! You came without touching yourself. That's ao wonderful. How ju' do that? How did it feel to have this gorgeous hunk of slave-flesh ride you with so much passion, Master Earl?” he asked.

My Master laughed and rolled his eyes back in his head. “See, my fine Slave, you leave your bedroom door open, and see what happens? Film at eleven,” Master Earl said, groaned and laughed.

“Hell, it weren’t open. I opened it,” Big Beryl said laughing. “We wanted to watch, and I’m glad we did. How ‘bout you guys?” he asked. They all agreed applauding and whistling again.

“Isn’t this carrying the family thing a little far, Gentlemen?” my master asked.

“Gosh, I don’t think so, Master Earl,” Dirk said smiling, “look what it did for me,” he said. His old cock was hard as a rock sticking straight out. “I guess I ain't as straight as I use to be,” he added.

“Your cock sure is,” Blaine observed.

Everyone laughed at poor Dirk's erection while I took another couple of strokes on my master’s fine pony. He looked at me and winked. “Damn, that be some fine ass fucking, Son,” he complimented me. They all went nuts applauding and laughing again.

“Come on, Oscar, let’s go start breakfast,” Billy said to his companion.

“I’ll help,” Blaine said as he got off the bed. He came around and gave me a kiss and a hug. “Looked good to me, my hero. Teach me to do that for my old man?” he asked.

“With my good master’s permission,” I replied.

Allen threw his arms around my neck. “You were great, Beau! A real, honest-to-goodness, sexual athlete. I know how good that big thing feels. I’m so happy he’s got you,” Allen said, kissed me, and was away with the others to fix breakfast.

Dirk came around the side of the bed and Beryl was sitting on the other side. Dirk wanted get a better view. Master winked at me as he read my mind. “May I kiss it, Master Dirk?” I asked. The big bear got a funny smile on his face and moved a little closer as he held his massive cock in one hand. I gently kissed the head and ran my tongue into his piss slit. Then, I ran my tongue around and under his foreskin and cleaned it. I finished by kissing it again.

“Damn, that was fine, Slave, gimme’ a kiss,” he ordered. He threw his big hairy arms around me and pulled me halfway off my master’s cock, kissed me passionately then dropped me to slam back down on Master’s dick.

“Thank you, Master Dirk... for all three,” I said.

“My pleasure, Son,” he replied and laughed. He left to get dressed and check on Allen.

“They love you guys,” Big Beryl said, “I have to include myself in that,” he said sheepishly.

“You know we love you, too, Beryl,” Master Earl told him, “Gimme’ another couple strokes, Son,” he said to me. I complied and made them good ones.

“Holy shit!” Big Beryl exclaimed.

“You wanna’ top his tank off, Beryl? You got another ride in you, Son?” Master Earl asked.

“For my dad? Absolutely, Master, with your blessing, sir,” I said.

“Of course you have my blessing, but I get to watch and coach. What da’ ya’ say, Master Beryl?” Master Earl asked his friend.

“Son of a bitch, him and me, we already done talked about it when him and Big Jim was out to our place, but we didn’t get around to it. I done told him I wanted him to ride me like that, didn’t I, Beau?” Big Beryl asked.

“Yes, sir, Master Earl, he asked me if I would ride him sometime,” I said.

“Well, pull off of me, boy, and let your dad in the saddle,” my master commanded. He kissed me, and I pulled off of his dick. Master Beryl was under me in an instant. I started lathering him up and got him good and slick.

“You won’t be able to mount this old man like you did me, Son,” Master Earl said.

“I’ll take that bet, Earl,” Master Beryl said like he was talking to a rube. I positioned myself over him with his huge mushroom head lodged at my back door. “Go for it, Son! Show your master what you can do for the master what helped you earn yore’ stripes,” he said with a big grin.

“You got it, Dad,” I replied. I took the whole thing to the base in one lunge. Master Beryl's cock took my breath away. It was big. Woah! The old man filled me up. Master Earl stretched out on the bed along side of us. Big Beryl looked over at Earl.

“Earl, Honey, ya’ got chore’self a prize here. Woah, Son! That feels so damn good up there,” he said. Master Earl laughed at Big Beryl’s pleasure.

“I’m proud of the little shit. He’s got my heart locked up six ways from Sunday. You give that big man a good ride, Slave, hear?” Master Earl ordered.

“Yes, sir, Master Earl,” I said as I took a couple of strokes to get use to Master Beryl’s size.

“Beau, Honey, do you mind if Blaine watches? You remember we talked about it?” Master Beryl asked.

“If my master approves, Dad, it's fine by me,” I said.

Big Beryl looked at Earl. “I’ll get him,” Master Earl said. He went to the door and motioned for Blaine to come to him. “Your master needs you,” Earl said. Blaine entered the room and saw what was going on and got the biggest grin on his face.

“I want you to watch, Honey? Maybe get some ideas. I’m gonna’ start training you to fuck me this a’ way,” he said to his slave. By the tone of his voice he was dead serious. He left no doubt in my mind that Blaine would learn how to ride him as well or better than me.

“Of course, Dad,” Blaine said with full acceptance he would learn what his master wished of him. He didn’t say anymore but sat on the floor next to the bed. Master Earl locked both doors, but there came a knock on the other door.

Master Earl went to the door and let Big Dirk in. “You wanna’ watch my slave ride the big one?” he asked Dirk.

“Hell, yes!” Big Dirk exclaimed enthusiastically. He sat down next to Blaine and put his big hairy arm around his shoulder in camaraderie.

I started my ride slow and studied with Big Beryl. He was beginning to make some low moaning sounds. I could feel his lowest bass tones vibrating up his long pole like he was a battery operated rubber husband. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to pull this off with Big Beryl (no pun intended); however, I remembered enough about the couple of fucks he threw into me in the desert, he was similar to Big Jim. He liked to fuck an ass until there was absolutely no resistance to his big cock, and he could feel the conquest of taking what he needed, what he demanded.

Those few special moments were like getting down to the heart of an artichoke. You work every leaf, rake larger and larger leaves over your teeth, and suddenly, there you are, unexpectedly, at the heart, it gives itself up to you in a moment of discovery, the final few thrusts into your mouth, the orgasm of the fruit exploding onto your palate. You worked faithfully and hard for a moment’s feed, but it's so worth it. So it is with good sex. That’s why smart men, masters, take on slaves to do the work for them, and if they're trained right, they're only too willing to do the hard work to please their master.

I began to take longer strokes on his tent pole with gradually increasing speed. Big Beryl’s eyes were closed, but I could tell he was getting close as his big full face was beginning to look flushed with blood and his breathing was becoming shorter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dirk take Blaine’s hand and place it around his rock hard cock. Blaine got a knowing smile on his face and whispered something to Big Dirk who nodded approval. Master Earl didn’t miss what was going on and gave up his place beside Big Beryl for Blaine and Dirk. Blaine lay on his back and Big Dirk gently climbed on top as Blaine guided Dirk’s massive penis into his man-cunt.

Big Beryl was so comfortable, he was oblivious to what was going on. His animal was in its full rut state and could care less. He was beginning to shake from the hard, swift strokes I was taking and the motion of big Dirk plowing my bro’s man-cunt was making me almost too hot to control my shot. Then it happened, Master Beryl started yelling his chant to the angels and everything which might be holy, arching his back to my hardest thrust, exploded deep in my hole combining his come with my master’s heavy load. I felt him shoot, shoot, and shoot again. I began to milk his big cock with my ass sucking as much of his big man cream out as I could get while he continued to moan and move under me.

About that time the great bear next to me unloaded a huge wad of Grizzly gizz in my handsome brother’s man-cunt. Blaine hit his climax at the same time. I watched Blaine's eyes roll back in his head and he pulled the big bear deeper into him so he could get the best of the monster stroking his inverted cock to climax. I shot at the same time Blaine got his. It was so hot. Big Beryl laughed to see more ropes of my slave come landing on his big hairy chest. I collapsed on top of him and it was Master Earl’s turn to have the last laugh as he applauded both parties.

Big Beryl was kissing me on top of my head as I began to thank him for allowing his slave-son to pleasure him, and how proud and honored I was to have his master-seed inside me. I could hear Blaine softly telling Big Dirk similar thanks. Big Dirk kissed Blaine quite passionately as his thanks and appreciation. He turned to Master Beryl. “Please, forgive us, Master Beryl, for not asking permission, but you looked like you just stepped through the gates of heaven,” he said.

“Did he give you a good fuck, Son?” Big Beryl asked Dirk with a smile.

“Yes, sir. A very good fuck. I have to admit, I been wanting to get into Blaine's pussy for several years now, and he was every bit as good as I imagined he might be. You have a prize slave for a mate, sir. Beau, you really turned us both on. I’m gonna’ buy a ticket from your master for a ride in the future if I can talk him into it. I know your master has found the right slave, Son,” he said.

“Once more I’m amazed,” my master said as he hugged me and kissed me. “Okay, you slaves get into the shower. The guys are gonna’ have breakfast ready in a minute, and we ain’t done nothing to help,” my master said.

Blaine and I padded off to the shower. I locked the bathroom door behind us. “I saw that,” Blaine said and grinned, “and, I know why you did it,” he added.

“Okay, okay, you got my number, but I just gotta' taste it,” I confessed.

Blaine threw back his handsome head and laughed at me. “Damn it, I wanna’ taste it, too. I’ve always wondered what bear gizz would taste like?” Blaine complained.

“Well, let me suck it out, and we’ll share it,” I said.

“Now that’s what I call cooperation, my hero, and that name was never more apt than now. You better hurry. It’s starting to slide down the chute,” he urged. I got on my knees and started receiving Big Dirk’s come in my mouth, lapping it with my tongue. When I had a good bit of it in my mouth I stood and kissed Blaine transferring approximately half of it to him. “Damn, that’s not bad,” Blaine said.

“Yeah, it’s sweeter than most I’ve tasted, but it has a nice robust after taste. Almost like you would imagine a wild animal might taste,” I said.

“There’s more coming down, I want another shot,” he urged.

“Me, too,” I agreed. I collected another, bigger mouthful this time and shared it with my bro. We were like two wine buyers in Napa Valley sampling the latest vintage. We laughed at our silliness, then got into the shower. Blaine held me, I held him, and for no reason we both started crying. We weren’t unhappy. It just hit us at the same moment how lucky we were to be alive, together, and enjoying each other. I truly felt like Blaine became my brother, and we would remain so for the rest of our lives. I was glad we found each other again. “I love you so much, Blaine,” I said as he sobbed in my arms.

“I’m not easy to love, Beau. I know you mean it, and your words are like gold to me, Brother. Like Breed, how can I ever thank you for my life? How can I ever tell you how much you mean to me?” he asked through his tears.

“If I hadn’t found you, what I did to get you guys out of those cages would have remained repressed memories, and maybe, I never would've understood the importance of it. I think I know what you’re feeling. If I couldn’t, who would? I will have to say, as I watched Dirk fucking you, for a minute, I wanted to be you. That was so fucking hot. Think dad would ever let me try you again?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? You have a Blaine's cunt gold card, anytime, anywhere. He and I already talked about it. If it helps you resolve some things, it’s here for you any time you want it,” he said.

“Gees, that’s special. Tell me, how was Big Dirk? Did it feel like you had a bear inside you?" I asked with a big grin.

“Dirk was a damn fine fuck, but there’s no better fuck than my old man. You should know,” Blaine said.

“He’s pretty fucking awesome, Bro,” I agreed with Blaine.

“I knew the first night he got that huge thing in me I would be a slave to that piece of meat for the rest of my life, but Big Dirk weren't too damn shabby neither. He's one of the only men other than dad who's come close to filling me up. He’s fatter than dad and sure set me off when my inverted cock started to swell inside.”

“Listen to us. We’s talking like two old whores,” I said to Blaine as we were toweling ourselves after our shower.

“Well?” Blaine asked. We fell out laughing. There was a knock on the door.

I opened it and Master Earl came into bathroom. “Breakfast is almost ready, Guys. I’ll be out in a minute, Slave. Get your collar and plug ready for me.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

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Part II ~ The Good Shepherd

And when the good shepherd gathered together the flock he discovered one missing. He left the Ninety and Nine and went into the wilderness to find the one who strayed.~ A parable attributed to Christ

There was still things which needed to be done to get breakfast for everyone. Oscar ran the kitchen like an army general and didn’t submit to any master who dared to cross into no man’s land, as Oscar deemed the kitchen area. Allen and Billy were busy getting food together under Oscar’s watchful eye. He was like a conductor of a symphony orchestra. He never missed a cue and everyone played together. Loudly. Everyone was in great spirits as we set down on the patio to eat. No one bothered to dress. It was late in the morning and everyone was finishing their coffee when the engine of a Harley stopped in the car port of Master’s house. I was helping Allen and Billy clean up the dishes in the kitchen. Master Earl was in the kitchen with us and opened the door to the car port.

I couldn’t recognize the riders until the driver took his helmet off. My God! It was my boss, Sam, in full leather. Son of a bitch, was he hot! My boss transformed into a vision of masculine biker pulchritude. From that time own, when I called him “Master Sam” it would be with a much greater respect. I was prepared to start immediately. The man behind him was an incredibly handsome Japanese man with a close cut flat top. He obviously worked out and was in top condition.

“Sam! Yoshie!” Master Earl held his arms out to both. Sam hugged, slapped Master Earl on the back, and kissed him on the neck. Yoshie dropped to his knees and kissed Master Earl’s boots. Master Earl gave him his hand, Yoshie took it, kissed the back, then put it to his forehead in the ritual manner. “Rise, Slave Yoshie, and share your love,” my master commanded. Yoshie jumped up and threw his arms around Master Earl and gave him a big kiss. “Yoshie! It’s so good to see you again. I’m sorry I haven’t had you two over sooner, but it’s so good to see you now. I promise it won’t be so long next time,” my master welcomed them.

“We understand, Master Earl, It’s good to see you again,” Yoshie replied.

“Come in, come in, you’re more than welcome,” Master Earl encouraged.

I fell to my knees in front of Master Sam, and kissed both his boots. I found his hand, smiled as I kissed, it and placed it to my forehead. “Get up here, killer, you handsome devil, and show your master, your boss-man your love,” he ordered. I didn’t hesitate. The first time I ever kissed my boss, and I wasn’t going to hold back. He didn’t either as Yoshie laughed at us. “Beau, I’d like you to meet my slave-boy and the love of my life, Yoshie. Yoshie, this is the young man you've heard about for over three years,” Sam said.

I held Yoshie at arms length looking at him, and he was smiling real big at me. "God, Master Sam, you never told me your nephew was such a stunningly handsome young man,” I declared.

Yoshie threw his arms around my neck and kissed me. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time, Beau, but dad wasn’t sure if you were one of us,” Yoshie said.

“I told your master if there was anyone in my life I would suspect being a master it would be him. Sure enough, I was delightfully surprised. Come in and welcome to you both,” I said.

“Beau, would you show Yoshie where he can get undressed?” Master Sam asked.

“Certainly, Master Sam, you may want to later. Everyone’s in the raw,” I replied.

“Later then, Son,” he said.

“Yes, sir, Master, come Yoshie,” I said to the fine looking young man. I took Yoshie to our bedroom and drew the blinds to the patio for privacy.

“Would you mind waiting for me, Beau, and we’ll go out together? It’s a little easier for me if I’m with someone,” Yoshie said.

“I don’t mind at all, Yoshie, and I certainly understand. It has been a little hard for me to get used to parading naked in front of everyone; although, everyone out there is naked as Godiva on horseback at the moment. I hope we’re not too scary for you,” I said. Yoshie laughed.

When Yoshie took off his clothes and turned around to face me, I'm sure I registered a look of shock. His body was perfect. Flawless. I thought oriental men had small cocks? Not this oriental man. Yoshie was impressive. He was bigger than me and perfectly formed. You could see every muscle in his abdomen and pectoral muscles. nough to make Billy cry in his prime. He saw my admiration and smiled as he held out his arms to me. He didn’t have to ask twice, and I was holding him. “Damn, Yoshie, you're a fucking beautiful man,” I said quietly.

“You ain’t so bad yourself, Beau. Dad comes home and tells me another Beau and Jake story every day and has us both in stitches. Tells me it’s all he can do to keep from going around your bay and playing with your plug with his boot,” he said. We held each other and laughed.“He thinks the world of you, Beau, and would go to the wall for you,” Yoshie said.

“He already has, Yoshie,” I said.

“Beau, you gotta’ tell me later about Jake. I think he is the sexiest Devil I’ve seen in a long time. To think, my brother slave is getting to ride that Italian stallion. Woah! It makes me weak in the knees to think about it,” he said. We roared with laughter. We bonded immediately. I knew we were going to become good friends.

“You got it love. I’ll share with you anything you wanna’ know. Jake is a love,” I said.

“Oh, and thanks, Beau,” Yoshie said.

“What for?” Yoshie turned around and bent slightly and spread his cheeks so I could see his ass. He was wearing a new plug exactly the same size as mine. We held each other and laughed, “Wait here and I’ll get your master, my boss-man-Master,” I said. We laughed as I walked away to get Sam.

Master Earl got Sam a cup of coffee and led him to the patio.

“Son of a bitch, it's Sam Jenkins,” Master Beryl yelled. Blaine jumped up to follow his master. “How long has it been, Sam? Three, four years?” Beryl asked.

“Almost four years, I’d guess. Gimme' me a hug and one a them big-old sloppy buckaroo kissed, you old reprobate,” he replied.

“Give you more'n ‘nat,” Master Beryl said. He laughed and kissed Sam. “We missed you. You better have a damn good reason for ignoring us,” Beryl said and winked at Sam as he laughed.

“I just might, Beryl,” he replied.

Blaine dropped in front of him and went through the master/slave ritual. “God, Master Sam, it’s so damn good to see you again, and you look great. You’ve been working out.

“Thanks for noticing, Blaine. I had to to keep up with my new slave," he said.

“New slave?” Beryl and Blaine asked together. “Where is he?” Blaine asked.

“Beau took him to get undressed. He’ll be out in a minute," Sam replied.

I walked to the sliding doors and motioned to Master Sam to follow me. “Excuse me for a minute, Gentlemen, and I’ll fetch my new slave for you to meet. I led Sam to our bedroom and Yoshie was ready with collar and leash.

“You ready, Son?” Sam asked. Yoshie fell to his knees and kissed each of Sam’s big boots gently and lovingly. I got a big lump in my throat. When he kissed Sam’s hand, his master spoke gently. “Rise,” he commanded softly. He looked deep into his handsome slave’s dark brown eyes and spoke softly. “I love you so much, and I’m very proud of you. Remember who you belong to,” Sam said softly.

“I love you, too, Master, and I’ll walk behind you with the pride I feel in being your possession,” Yoshie replied.

I followed them to the patio as Master Sam led his gorgeous slave, Yoshie, on his leash. More than one mouth dropped to the patio deck. The old man and Blaine broke down in tears of joy and took several minutes to compose themselves. Then they were all over Yoshie. Fuck rituals. The lost lamb was found. There was not a dry eye on the deck including the big rough tough bear. Allen ran to get him several napkins to wipe his eyes and runny snout. Everyone was hugging Sam and Yoshie. It was like two long lost family members finally came home and everyone was ready to kill the fatted calf. They were family in the truest sense of the word. They were returned to the fold.

The old man, the good shepherd, felt his heart was at peace. A resolve of a long held emotional doubt like the final three/five chord resolution of a Bach chorale that finally nails the dominant to the soul holding the master key. The resolution of peace to the spirit which has brought more than one non-believer to their knees. Some to ask, “Was there a God before Bach? Did God created Bach or did Bach reinvent God?”

“Sam, my friend, my brother. If I tried to consider a master for Yoshie, I couldn’t have come up with someone better'n you. I’m thrilled, but I had no idea. Did you Blaine?” Master Beryl asked his slave.

“No, Dad, never crossed my mind. I agree, Master Sam is the best possible choice for my brother, Yoshie. You always have been a fine looking brother, Slave, but you lucked out when you caught Master Sam’s eye,” Blaine replied to his master. Yoshie smiled at Blaine and nodded his agreement.

“You’re finishing med school, Yoshie?” Big Beryl asked.

“Yes, Master Beryl, I have three months of school left and then I enter Queen of Angels intern program,” Yoshie replied.

“Damn, Yoshie, we’re so proud of you. I don’t need to ask if you’re happy,” he said.

Yoshie threw his arms around the old man and kissed him hard. “Does that tell you, my good hearted master?” Yoshie asked. Old Beryl started crying again, and Yoshie held him tight.

“Thank you, Son. Blaine and I hoped and prayed we did the right thing,” he replied through his tears.

“You did, and I have you two to thank for my happiness,” Yoshie assured him, reached over, grabbed Blaine and pulled him to the both of them. “I always wondered what it would be like to have a good kind and loving master. I saw you and Blaine and was so heart sick I couldn’t have what you shared. It was because of your love for each other, I found the strength to walk away from Breed. I was so much in love with him, I didn’t have the strength by myself. You helped me see the situation could've been fatal for me.”

“I kept telling Dad we did the right thing, but he’s never felt quite right about the situation. Breed wanted you to know he knows it wasn’t your fault. He still loves you. I know you still love him, but you have a much better life with Master Sam. Put the past behind you. Breed is on the road to recovery thanks to dad, me, and most of all Beau,” Blaine said. Blaine went on to explain the epiphany Breed experienced with Beau. Yoshie was agog. He seemed relieved Breed found some peace and wished him well. Yoshie’s new found happiness with Master Sam had no room for hatred for Breed or the past.

“Breed left last Monday on an Ace of Clubs run to the Nevada’s and is planning to go on several other runs after that. He’s on the road to find himself, and I hope he does. Blaine and I go over to his place every day to check on things. He has a buddy he’s known from several other runs and they’re riding together. I think Breed has strong feelings for the man, but from what I've heard, he’s a rough rugged hard charging master. I've known the man for a number of years and rode with him. You think Breed was mean? This guy makes Breed look like Mother Theresa. He ain't mean spirited like Breed could be, but he's strict and demanding. He don’t say much but when he does he means it, and he’s not one to be questioned.

"Nobody knows what the guy’s real name is, but everyone calls him Captain Nemo. I think Breed looks up to him like some kind of hero. He was in Nam with Breed so we really don't know the whole story of their friendship. I doubt seriously Breed would ever sub for the guy, but who knows? Maybe that’s what he needs, to learn what being a slave is all about,” he said.

Everyone laughed at Big Beryl’s estimation. “Sam, don’t stay away anymore. We can work around Breed. Besides, he’s changed a lot and is so embarrassed by what he done, he’s making real efforts to make amends. He’s been in therapy for almost three years now. I wouldn’t let him do anything to you or Yoshie,” Beryl said.

“We’ll be more available, especially since Yoshie won’t have quite the hectic schedule he did going to school. He worked his ass off and got through med school in record time. With a 4.0 grade average, I might add. I thought you might like a doctor in the family, Old Man,” Sam said and grinned.

“We just want you two back in our lives. We’ve missed you, and I agree, you had a damn good reason to stay away. We love you for it,” Beryl said.

The doorbell rang and I went to answer. I looked out the peep hole and saw a fine looking older man I didn’t recognize. I opened the door wide with no thought to being nude. The gentleman looked me up and down and a bright smile came across his handsome face. “You must be Beau,” he said.

“Yes, Master, I am, won’t you please come in, and I’ll get my master. May I give him your name, sir?" I asked.

“Certainly, Son, I’m Bertram Dundee, a friend of Oscar,” he replied. About that time Master Earl walked into the living room.

“Master Earl, may I present Master Bertram Dundee. Master Dundee, this is my good master, Earl D. Shaw.”

The two men shook hands. Master Earl placed his hand upon the big man’s shoulder and spoke. “Welcome to our home, good Master. Our hearts are gladdened by your presence,” Master Earl greeted him.

“I thank you, Good Master, and this master comes with peace and love and wishes good fortune to those who dwell here-in,” Master Dundee returned the ritual master's greeting.

“Master Dundee, may I present my slave, Beau. Beau!” he exclaimed quietly. Master Earl snapped his fingers, I fell to Master Dundee's feet and kissed his boots in the ritual master-slave greeting. He held his hand for me, I kissed it, then put it to my forehead. “Come to my arms, my young, well mannered slave and show me love,” he ordered. I threw my arms around his thick neck, and he surprised me by meeting my lips and kissing me dead on. It was a goodly kiss, too.

“Oscar’s on the patio,” Master Earl said, “Beau, will you get Oscar for Master Dundee?” he asked.

“Please, Gentlemen, Master Bert will do fine,” he said.

Certainly, Master Bert,” Master Earl said.

"I'll fetch Oscar, right away, sir," I replied.

I left to get Oscar. I whispered to Oscar his potential new master was here. Then I quietly chastised him. “Why the Hell didn’t you tell us he’s so damn good looking?” I asked. Oscar just chortled as he moved quickly to the living room with Billy on his heels. Getting a better look at Master Bert as Oscar and Billy paid their respects, I was impressed by his size and physical condition of the big man. He wore black jeans, a fine crafted heavy leather vest and a handsome, heavy pair of biker boots. He had a full beard and mustache much like Master Jeb’s. Master Earl got him a cup of coffee and everyone headed for the patio.

“Master Bert,” Beryl hollered to Bert. The two big men hugged and kissed each other and Blaine fell on his knees in front of him for the boot ritual. Master Bert hugged and kissed Blaine and began to meet everyone else. Master Earl grabbed me by the arm and led me back into the house as three more Harley’s arrived on Master Earl’s car port. These three had to park on the small siding next to his car port. Master Earl went out to greet the riders Big Jim, Master Jeb, and two more people I didn’t know. I assumed they were Master Earl’s friend Master Claymore and his slave. I remained in the kitchen. Master Earl asked me to help getting food ready for the afternoon.

I greeted Master Jeb and Master Claymore in the kitchen. Master Claymore was about Big Jim's size and age with a fine cut beard and mustache. He was ruggedly handsome and built like a fire plug. He had a thick neck and a ruddy complexion like he might have been of Scottish descent. His slave, Zane, was a smaller version except his body was more finely developed. He look like he might have been a competition body builder at one time. Master Earl took over and showed Master Claymore to the patio to introduce him around. He relegated Billy to show Zane where he might remove his clothes. As I was going through the ritual greeting with Master Claymore and Master Jeb I keep looking over their shoulders for my giant.

When I finished with Master Jeb he laughed while he was holding me in his strong arms. "You big blue ox is getting some things out of the truck. He'll be here in a minute," he said. He held me away from me and grinned. I looked at him and blushed like an embarrassed school girl. He read my mind.

The last to enter, with an armful of chips and beer, was my other love, my giant. We had a few minutes alone in the kitchen where I gratefully fell to my knees to get a good taste of his big boots. I kissed his hand, but he didn’t wait for me to complete the ritual. He grabbed me up to him with one hand as his other big arm went around my waist. He lifted me off the floor, looked me in the eyes, and slowly lowered me to his waiting lips. I was resting on his massive chest drinking in his love and he mine. One hand was on one of my butt cheeks, and he gently moved it over until he could play with my plug as he kissed me further. Master Earl walked back into the kitchen.

“Uh, have you two met?” Master Earl asked innocently. We laughed. I was embarrassed. Big Jim set me down as old swinger stood straight up rock hard. My master didn’t miss it either.

Big Jim grabbed Master Earl. “Prepare yourself, Master Earl, I’m gonna’ do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he said. He gently but forcefully kissed Master Earl.

I was surprised Master Earl kissed him back with equal passion. “Thank you, Jim, I needed that right now,” he replied. We laughed again.

“Thank’s for inviting me, Earl. I’m looking forward to the afternoon. Is there anything I can do to help?” Big Jim asked.

“Well, I think we have enough people getting stuff ready, but later, if you want to man the barbecue, you may. Nobody’s gonna’ argue with a cook your size,” Earl said and laughed.

“Great, just let me know,” Jim replied. Master Earl got Big Jim a beer and took him out to the patio to introduce him to those he didn’t know. He grabbed Billy and Blaine to help in the kitchen. He showed them what to do then led me off by my leash to our bedroom. He closed the door after us. He put his arms around me and hugged me. I hugged him back.

“Is everything all right, Master?” I asked.

“Couldn’t be better, Slave, I just needed to feel close to my boy for a minute,” he replied.

“Damn, that’s sweet, Master Earl. Can your slave, please, have a kiss?” I asked.

He didn’t say a word but gave me one of the best kisses we shared since we met. I felt the love in the man’s soul come through, and I drank it in like a man deprived of water for five days.

“Beau, I want to say something,” he said.

“Yes, Master?” I asked.

“I appreciate you being honest with me about Big Jim. It would be harder for me if you hadn’t, but because you were honest with me, I have no problem with your love for him or his for you. In fact, I’m just a little proud of it because I know if I need someone to leave you with who will truly care for you, it will be Big Jim and Master Jeb, and of course, the old man and Blaine,” he said and chuckled, “I don’t know about that though, the two of you teaming up against that poor old man, I shudder to think,” he said shaking his head.

“Don’t kid yourself, Master, that old man can handle us with one hand behind his back,” I replied. We shared a laugh. About that time, the door slowly opened and the old man’s head peaked through. Master Earl and I started laughing all over again and poor Beryl was mystified. “Come on, you two, time to party, lots of time for intimacy later. Oh, by the way, Beau, can I have just a little before we go?” he asked like a needy little boy. What a clown. I hugged him and we walked out to the kitchen laughing. Big Beryl in the nude looked like an elephant with a misplaced trunk. I got back to the kitchen and resumed my job.

Dirk brought Allen by his leash into the kitchen. “Beau, I’m volunteering my slave for KP duty. Work him ‘til his little fingers bleed and are worn down to nubs, but don’t get too close, Beau, you’re like a magnet to him. I had to hold his leash all morning to give you a few moments peace,” the big bear said and laughed at his own joke as he handed Allen’s leash to me.

I took it and grabbed Allen. “We know better, don’t we, Bro?” I asked my little brother.

“No, I’m afraid daddy bear's right this time. I really like you, Beau. I like being around you,” he said quietly.

I picked him up and sat him on the counter and looked him in the eyes. “That’s the sweetest, most honest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Little Brother. You can stick to me like glue, but you ain’t gonna’ bother me a bit,” I assured him.

He threw his little arms around me, hugged me, and jumped down. What can I do to help, Bro?” he asked.

I set him to the task I was doing and went to get some more chicken from the fridge in the garage. When I returned Zane joined the group and was helping Allen. Allen turned to Zane and spoke, “Isn’t Beau handsome for a slave? He should be a master,” he allowed.

“I thought he was,” Zane replied.

“No, no, he’s Master Earl’s new slave,” Allen said.

“And, proud of it,” I said quietly interrupting their conversation over their shoulders. I never heard someone else frame the words in that way but it struck a chord in me that resounded to my core. I ran them over in my mind. 'He’s Master Earl’s slave.' I was becoming his property. I was becoming known as an extension of his world and belonged therein. I never felt that way before in my life. I never really belonged to any family or person.

My relationship with Wes was wonderful, but we knew from the beginning it was temporary. He was the closest male of my early youth whom I considered a brother. Other than Wes, before I met the wonderful men of the McInnis Clan, I was alone in the world. It was another of many epiphanies that occurred to me in the last few weeks. Master Jeb told me I came a long way from the screwed up kid he first met. There was only one more week to go before I entered training. I was growing so attached to Master Earl, I was beginning to wonder if I could make it without him. I would have to and so would he. It would be harder if he wasn’t so supportive of training.

The afternoon progressed smoothly. Everyone seemed to have a good time. There was tons of food and anything anyone wanted to drink. I was surprised no one seemed to get drunk. People were in and out of the pool. I ended up with Allen trailing around after me most of the afternoon. I didn’t mind. Allen was so fucking lovable, it was like having a kid brother tagging along, but unlike a dorky or dumb little brother, Allen was well educated, highly intelligent, and a delight to have around. He had a gentle but enormously funny sense of the humor. You couldn’t get upset with him. His fascination with me and the people in our family was honest, and he didn’t bother to hide it. If Allen loved you, it wasn’t halfway. That’s why the bear loved him. He would never find a woman to worship him the way Allen did.

After everyone was fed, I ended up in the pool with Master Jeb, Allen, Master Earl, Beryl, Blaine, and Big Jim. By that time everyone had their clothes off. Sam relaxed after a couple of drinks and came out of the house with no clothes. I thought I’d shit in the water. He had a huge cock. What’s with these masters? Maybe that’s why they end up as masters. He and Yoshie got into the pool and swam over to us.

I winked at Yoshie. “Uh, Boss, until a few minutes ago, I was convinced you got the best end of the deal with Yoshie for a slave; however, seeing you walk out of the house a minute ago, I’m convinced Yoshie got as sweet a deal as you did,” I said.

Yoshie raised his eyebrows and grabbed Sam around the neck from behind and floated in the water. “When Master Sam bought me, I never was with him sexually. We went to dinner a couple of times, but I couldn’t tell much about him physically. In slave training you will learn it's not important what a master has between his legs, you only concern as his slave is to pleasure and please him. That first night we went to bed, and he turned around after dropping his pants, I thought I was going to faint. After that night, I couldn’t get the smile off my face for a week. I wanted to hang the sheets off the balcony of our bedroom like they do in Italy the night after,” Yoshie said. Yoshie and Sam were very much in love and guarded it with zeal.

I began to recount several stories of Jake and me to Yoshie. A crowd gathered to listen to my story of Jake fucking my plug with his big boot not knowing it was in my butt and me shooting shooting my load twice. Yoshie was in stitches. “When Master Sam told me that story about the boot print being upside down, I never laughed so hard in my life. Poor Jake didn’t have a clue,” Yoshie said.

“Don’t kid yourself, my dad Jake’s brain is up in lights. He’s no dummy. He had the whole thing figured out before afternoon break. That’s how we got involved,” I said and went into further detail about our relationship and how much Jake had come to mean to me.

“Well... " Master Sam mused, "the two of you are good for each other. Before you came to the shop, Jake barely got by. He didn't seem to have much incentive to work hard to get ahead. He put you through a lot of needless crap when we first took you on. He treated you like a bad master with no training and less compassion for his first slave. We monitored you and Jake closely, and watched you put up with way too much of his shit. We already decided to keep you whether Jake liked you or not. Any number of men were watching the situation closely. We didn't interfere, because we wanted to see who would break first, you or Jake. Son, you ain't got no idea the amount of money what changed hands on bets in that shop as to when you would finally blow your gasket and tell Jake where to stick his attitude.

“I wasn’t about to let anything bad to you. I don't think any slave on this patio would a' put up with the shit he put you through, but you beat him at his own game so subtly, when his back was turned, you dropped your lasso around that big WOP, cinched it tight, and won him over. You taught him how to be a human being at the same time. I used to come home and stomp around, throwing stuff, and cuss'n like a drunk cowboy. I would literally yell at Yoshie, ‘You will not believe what that son-of-a-bitch made that kid do today!’” Sam said winking at his mate.

“Yeah!” Yoshie said, “Not just once, but many times,” Yoshie agreed.

“I never, once, saw you get angry with him. I always saw you do a better job than he expected. He couldn’t figure you out, but he never once complained to us about your work. So he figured he’d cut you out by the heavy homophobic innuendos. Well, you gave it back to him in spades as good and many times better than he could. Even the secretaries in the office have their favorite Jake and Beau story. You remember them times you heard the office staff breaking up falling on the floor, rolling around laughing with each other? Ninety percent of the time it was somebody telling their favorite Jake and Beau story. So you see, Kid, I can’t let you go. The two of you working together is like watching endless reruns of Abbott and Costello movies,” Sam said and roared with laughter. “The afternoon Jake came in to ask if the two of you could get off thirty minutes early, I knew damn well he was going to fuck you. It was written all over his face. Didn’t I come home and tell you, Yoshie?” Sam asked his slave.

“He did, Beau! I swear! He was worried it might change your relationship," Yoshie confirmed.

“It did!” Sam exclaimed, “It changed it into something better. Jake has become a first class employee, and Beau got rid of the weakest link in our staff last Thursday. Not only fired the little son of a bitch, but beat the crap out of him as well,” Sam threw back his head and roared with laughter.

“Please, Sam, I ain’t real proud of that. I should’ve handled it in a more mature manner,” I apologized.

“Mature, my ass, if he said to me what he did to you, he wouldn’t have walked out of the damn place. He would have left in an ambulance,” Sam said, then added, "Remember, I heard what he called you after we got there. You don't talk to a yard-boss like that in a major mechanic's shop like ours! It was enough for me to boot him out the door, but the fact he took the first swing at you, supported by every damn man in the shop what witnessed it, was the final nail in Tom's coffin," Sam said firmly.

“I just don’t want you to think I handle all situations with violence,” I replied.

“For Christ's sake, Son, he pulled the first punch! You had every right to defend yourself. If I thought you were an unstable, violent man, you wouldn’t be shop foreman right now, Beau. If you weren’t violent with Jake for the last three, almost four years, I really didn’t think you could be provoked to violence. Boy, did I get a wrong number!" Sam laughed, "I never saw a fairy get her wings clipped faster'n you did Tom’s. I seriously didn’t think the four of us were going to get you off of him. Did you see the two shiners he had the next morning? Improved his looks by fifty percent; made him look almost like a man. I was in a great mood that afternoon. Yoshie hadn't seen me that happy after work in some time. He even got a little,” Sam said and grinned wickedly.

“Yeah! Thanks for that, Beau. It was a good one, too,” Yoshie grinned.

Master Jeb was listening to everything but he didn't comment. He managed to come up behind me and slip his arms around my front and nuzzle me with his wonderful full beard. I reach my hand back to scratch his head. “I think our new slave is going to be a fine addition to our family,” he said.

“I have no doubt,” Sam agreed.

Oscar’s new friend, Master Bert felt comfortable with our group. He and Beryl knew each other from years ago. He and Master Jeb met several times before. He was a gentleman who seemed truly interested in Oscar. Billy was happy for his friend, but you could tell he would feel the loss of his companion. Bert took off his clothes with everyone else and was a fine looking, generously endowed master. Everyone got into the mood and spirit of celebration for Yoshie and Sam returning to the fold and for Master Earl and me finding each other. Finally, for me entering into my new life as a slave. Master Earl and I had a chance to talk with Oscar and Master Bert in the pool.

“Oscar tells me he and Billy feel you may be a ‘natural slave’ young man.” Master Bert said to me.

“I didn’t know what to think when I first heard the term, Master Bert, but I’ve been assured by almost everyone in our family it’s a good thing. I hope it may be true,” I replied.

Master Bert smiled at me. “Beau, I had a natural slave for years who was the joy of my life. I had him neutered before I ever brought him home. He spent his first week in the vet’s clinic who was a member of our family group. He didn’t expected to be neutered, but he knew by the contract he signed it might be a possibility. He never objected and willingly submitted to the vet the evening I took him in. He knew when I handed the vet his leash he was going to loose everything. He adjusted better than I expected and submitted to my further training with quiet pride and dignity.

“In thirty-two years of being my slave, he never once said a bad word to me for having him cut. Until the day he died he maintained his dignity and pride in being my slave. I can recognize a natural slave among people who have never heard the term. Oscar here, is definitely a natural slave and so is Billy. I knew the minute you opened the door and the pride you radiated, you too, have the earmarks of a natural slave. You’ll be a great joy to Master Earl. If I had any doubt, when you introduced me to your master and him to me as if you had known me for a lifetime was the final act that tipped the scale. You made me feel like an expected, welcome member of your family, and further, made me feel like a respected master. You know, Beau, a man doesn’t become a master just because he announces to the world he is one. It isn’t handed from master to master. It takes a slave to recognize him as such and find him worthy of trust to call him his master. You made me feel that again young man, and I have something to say to your master in front of you."

Master Earl had his arms around me playing with my cock and balls in the water. He kissed me behind the ear as I gently rubbed his big hands holding my manhood.

Master Bert continued. “I’m from the old school of masters who believed a boy couldn’t be fully trained to be a good slave unless he was neutered. After living with my slave all those years, who was a natural as well, there were many times I wished I never had him cut. I never expressed any remorse to him. I didn’t want to undermine his determined adjustment and dignity. I’m not trying to tell anyone what to do but simply provide your good master with my experience and regrets. Please don’t misunderstand my motives, but to be honest, Master Earl, your intended slave boy has done exactly what I was warned he would do,” he said.

“And that is, Master Bert... ?” Master Earl asked.

“He captured my heart,” Oscar, Master Earl, and I laughed.

“He has that effect on a lot of people, Master Bert, and I appreciate you sharing your experience and wisdom with us,” my master said. “You want to take it from there, my slave-boy?" he asked.

“Yes, sir, Master,” I replied respectfully, “Thank you for the kind words, Master Bert. I haven’t been around this group long, but I’m getting better at knowing who deserves to be called a master and who might be playing at it. I try to show equal respect to both out of courtesy and love for my master who wishes me to be his good well met slave. I would be dishonoring him to make a decision someone didn’t deserve to be shown my respect as a master. When I opened the door, I knew immediately you were the expected master my brother Oscar invited. I also knew you deserved to be called master and not be shown pedestrian respect. As for my master’s choice of modifying my body, I can’t become his slave without giving him that option. I’m not entering in to slavery as a try it for a while to see if I like it situation. I have come to appreciate the passion of master/slave relationships may only be achieved through full commitment.

If Master Earl finds me worthy to make a claim for me, then I need to become his total slave, his property, to do with as he pleases. I know he wants the same because we’ve discussed it. I won’t be gambling on his love or goodness. I fully understand it will be his decision to make. I will make the best of it, serve him, and love him no matter his choice. It would be a small price to pay to be owned, to love, honor, serve, and obey this handsome master. Your words may or may not have an influence on him, but I appreciate you sharing you thoughts with us. It tells me you care enough to express an opinion whether it might be popular or not. In a way, it was a brave thing to do; something, only a truly mature and wise master might do by admitting he might have been wrong and changed his mind. Thank you Master Bert, for your candor,” I said.

Master Bert grabbed me away from Master Earl gently and pulled me to him.

“Master Earl, he truly is a ‘natural slave’ and you, sir, are a very lucky man,” Master Bert said and kissed me gently. He hugged both of us. Whether he took Oscar for his slave or not, the man would be welcome in my master’s home anytime.

Part III ~ Time After Time

“Now that, more nearest even your fate
and mine (or any truth beyond perceive)
quivers this miracle of summer nights

Her trillion secrets touchably alive

While all mysteries which I or you
(blinded by merely things believable)
could only fancy we should never know,
are unimaginably ours to feel”
From: Canto 47 ~ Slave Songs ~ W. D. Dux ~ Posthumous

The party lasted until the early evening. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and no one was in a rush to leave. We retired to the tables and chairs on the patio. Master Claymore was telling a story of a run he and Zane were on where a fat biker woman developed a crush on Zane, insisting she had to have him. Zane tried to graciously explained to her he was a gay man and in a master/slave relationship with Master Claymore. She just knew she could change him. She begged Zane to give her a chance. Poor Zane was at his wits end and as he told the story Master Claymore was not helping much. He was sitting back chuckling to himself waiting for the inevitable. Zane came to his master almost in tears. “What am I to do, Master Wolf? She insists she's going to get into my pants. She won’t leave me alone,” he pleaded.

“Tell her since I own you, she must go through me,” Master Waddie told his slave. Zane carefully explained to her what his master said.

She was undaunted and rushed to seek out Master Claymore. “Zane tells me I have to ask your permission to get him into bed?” She asked with blood in her eye.

“That’s right,” he replied calmly.

“Well, I’ve asked. Now, I’m taking him to bed,” she said curtly.

“Not so fast, Brunhilda. What do I get in return for you getting pleasure from my property?” Master Claymore growled at her.

“Your property?” she snorted in disgust, “He’s not your property. I don’t see no anchor tied to his ass. You men bikers think you can have slaves. What a laugh. Unless you haven’t heard lately, Brother, slavery is against the law in this country,” she said like it was the final argument.

“You’re right, forced slavery is against the law. However, there are no laws against consensual slavery. Ask Zane if he’s a slave and who is his master. Ask him if anyone's forcing him to be my slave,” Master Claymore put to her.

“Oh, sure, it's easy to see you got the poor boy brainwashed. You big men think all you have to do is throw your weight around and you can control anyone you please. I got news for you, Cowboy, it don't work that way. Hell, he don’t need your permission,” she said. Zane overheard the conversation and got really angry because he was proud of being a slave to his master.

“All right, you’re not going to say another mean thing to my master. With his permission I’ll go with you right now, we’ll get this out of the way, but you must promise never to bother us again,” Zane said.

“That's fine, 'cause baby, once you’ve had me you won’t never wanna' to go back to him,” she bragged.

“We’ll see,” Zane replied. Master Wolf winked at Zane as he followed the big woman off to her tent. Master Claymore began to count by “one thousands.” One, one thousand; two, one thousand; three, one thousand. By the time he got to twelve, one thousand, there arose a loud piercing scream from Porky’s tent.

“My God! You’re a woman!” she screamed at the top of her voice. “I ain't no fuck'n lesbo! Get out! Get the fuck out of my tent, you freak!” she demanded. Zane walked out zipping up his leather pants laughing, and ran to his master’s arms where they shared a good laugh. The rest of the family knew about Zane, and Porky became the laughing stock of the campsite. She never bothered either of them again. She did, however, look at Master Wolf with a new respect and interest. She wouldn’t be convinced he was a gay man. Gay men don’t like pussy, do they? Poor thing never solved her personal conundrum.

* * * * * * *
“I can’t remember a time when we’ve had a better afternoon. We have new young brothers in our family and older beloved ones returning,” Big Beryl said, “I hope we have many more. It’s been a relaxing, enjoyable day. It’s too bad we don’t have a crystal ball to see what the future might bring,” the big man lamented.

“Maybe we do,” Master Jeb said quietly. Master Earl looked at me and smiled. Master Jeb continued, “I brought somethings with me. I was going to try a psychic test with our new young slave. I wanted an audience to verify whatever might happen. We can tell you about the mysterious things that have occurred, but if you don’t witness them for yourselves you might think, ‘They’re exaggerating; it was just coincidence.’ I’ll return in a minute and we shall see,” he said and left the group.

Everyone waited and Master Jeb returned with a cigar box and set it on the table before me. “Beau has no idea what I’ve placed in this box. No one here knows what or when I put it in this box. I want to see if he can tell us what’s in the box. Beau, can you tell me what’s in the box?" Master Jeb asked.

“No, sir, I have no idea,” I replied.

“Touch the box, but don’t pick it up or move it,” Master Jeb said.

I smiled like I didn’t expect anything. I touched the box and felt a jolt go through my body like an electric shock. It was like the people before me faded away, and I was in Nam again sitting at a table across from Wes and we were playing cards. My deck of cards. Not ordinary cards. They had funny pictures on them. A jester on top of a mound. A man on a cross upside down. A skeleton. They were tarot cards. My tarot cards I gave to Wes. I blinked twice and everyone was looking at me funny. “How long was I gone?” I asked quietly.

“A couple of minutes,” Master Jeb said, “You know what’s in the box, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Master Jeb, I don’t know how, but I do. I ain’t seen them in five or six years,” I replied.

“So everyone will know, tell us what ‘them’ is, Beau,” he said and grinned.

“It's my deck of tarot cards I gave Wes in Vietnam,” I replied.

“This wasn’t a trick folks. He had no idea Wes left these cards with me years ago telling me the story about Beau giving them to him. He insisted I carry them in my pocket when I went out to the bars looking for Beau, and I would find him. I thought Wes was a little ‘wiggy’ and didn’t take them with me the first three times I went out. The next time I put them in my pocket and saw Beau the minute I walked into the first bar. I recognized him immediately. I haven’t shared this story with anyone but Jim before we came today. I think Jim has become a believer in certain talents we think Beau possesses. He arrived at his belief separately as has Earl, Oscar, and Billy. I think Beryl and Blaine also believe. They’ve witnessed it. Where it comes from and why, we don’t know. One thing we’ve found, and I think Beau will agree, this talent seems to manifest itself strongest in this house than anywhere else. He seems to think it’s because Wes’ spirit is still strong. Maybe we can find out. Remove the cards from the box, Son," Master Jeb instructed me.

I opened the box and took the deck of cards from the box. I removed them from their their cover. Memories came rushing back to me in a flood. It was almost too much. I set back in my chair like I'd been shot. I dropped the cards and they went everywhere.

“That powerful?” Big Beryl asked me, concerned.

“You know, Dad, I was more skeptical than all of you put together until I touched those cards,” I replied.

“You don’t have to go on if it’s too much, Beau,” Master Earl said in master protection mode.

“No, I want to know. You know what we talked about last night, Master? I’m not afraid anymore,” I answered.

Everyone helped gather the cards and set them before me. I picked them up and shuffled. The pictures in my mind were just as strong as before, but I was able to pick and choose those I wanted to let through. “Wes and I invented a game using the tarot cards. It was the only cards I could find when I got over there, and I put them away after I got a deck of ‘Bicycles.’ Wes learned the arcana and their divinations. He became fascinated by the cards, their meanings and symbolisms. He taught them to me. I think I can still remember them. How do you suggest we proceed, Master Jeb?” I asked for guidance.

“Can you read the cards for individuals or couples?” Master Jeb asked.

“Either, I should think,” I replied.

“Okay, let’s try couples first. Master Bert, Oscar? You wanna’ go first?” Jeb asked.

“Sure,” Master Bert said, “Sit down, my handsome slave,” he said gently to Oscar, who blushed.

I laid the cards out in the classic manner. I immediately saw their future in the cards. The good, the bad, and the mundane. How much should I tell them?

“How much should I tell?” I asked no one in particular, “This could be good and bad. My reading the cards and revealing too much might influence the future,” I said.

“Proceed in a passive manner, Son. Let them ask questions. If you feel comfortable answering, then do so. If not, decline. You don’t have to give a reason why. We’ll leave it to your judgement,” Master Jeb suggested.

“Master Bert, what question would you ask of the cards?” I asked.

“Does Oscar wish to become my slave? To have me own him for the rest of his life? To serve me, to honor me, to obey me, to love me, and be loved by me?” Master Bert asked from his heart. Oscar had tears in his eyes and hugged the big man with his arm around him. There was a silence from everyone you could cut with a knife waiting for an answer from the cards.

I breathed deeply and let out an audible sigh. “My good and generous master,” I answered at last, “meaning no disrespect, sir, you don’t need an answer from the tarot cards for those questions. Look into the eyes of the handsome slave who sits next to you in adoration,” I urged him gently.

The silence from everyone was stunning as Master Bert slowly turned to look Oscar in the eyes. He saw his answer framed in Oscars handsome, blushing face. “In front of these assembled members of your family, I make a claim for you my beloved slave. What is your answer?” Master Burt asked quietly with considerable passion.

Oscar answered choking back tears of happiness, “I acknowledge your claim, my gracious master. I’m totally unworthy of your attention, but I’m filled with your love and your need to claim me. With my family as witness, I will ask my fellow eunuch slave Billy and my chosen family master, Master Jeb, to give me to you into permanent slavery in the ceremony of property transference. I would be proud and honored to become your slave and to call you my master, sir,” Oscar replied.

There wasn’t a dry eye on the deck. There went up a cheer that probably woke up Marilyn Munroe. If it didn’t, I’m sure she smiled.

“Then I have one further question for the cards, my handsome young slave,” Master Burt said with a grin.

“The cards await your question, Master,” I assured him.

“How many children will we have?” he asked with a grin. Uproarious laughter from the crowd. I held up my hand for silence.

“Oh, ye of little faith, there is an answer in the cards, and it's not what you might expect. The cards do not lie. You will have three children. They will know you both as their parents and Billy as their uncle. They will give you great love and you will receive immeasurable love from them. You will both grow into old age and pass surrounded by their love. It will be carried with you into your new life and increase both your spirits and love for each other. Love, once born, never dies. That is the hope for transference into a new life. The love we have given birth to will never die but take on a new form when we pass over. It is the order of the universe created by a greater intelligence than us. All things must come, live, gather, and go. It is balance in all things. It is the way of the universe. It is neither good nor bad, but it will be so,” I said and finished.

Master Bert looked at me in amazement. Oscar was a believer, he knew I spoke the truth. The rest were hushed in the revelation of the cards. Another pregnant silence ensued. I spoke quietly, “Next?” It broke the silence and several people laughed including Master Beryl and Jeb.

“Well done, Son,” Master Beryl said followed by approval from all. I shuffled the cards again.

Master Bert leaned over grabbed my face gently between his huge hands and kissed me on the forehead. “I owe you much, young slave. You and your good master will always be welcome in our home. As will this family, with whom, I hope to become a part of through ownership of this fine slave,” he said.

“You owe me nothing, Master Bert, you have a good heart and have just collected another who can only enhance your own. May the great spirits guide your steps as you lead your new slave into tomorrow,” I blessed them.

“Hear! Hear! That sentiment goes for all of us,” Big Dirk said.

Master Earl looked at me with wonder. His eyes wet with moisture. Big Jim glanced at me and quickly glanced away least I see what was in his heart. Too late. I saw. I loved him, too. Master Jeb got a pleased parental look on his face. He positively glowed with pride and confirmation of his psychic suspicions. Big Beryl’s face just said, 'Son, I want to fuck you so bad it hurts!' Blaine’s face said, 'For God sake let him! I won’t hear about anything else for the next fucking month!' I laughed at the messages and signals I was getting.

I smiled at Big Beryl, sweetly. “I'd shore' 'nuff I'd like that, too, Master, but you must ask my master’s permission first,” I said and winked at him. He blushed a deep beet red color and Blaine couldn’t stop laughing because he knew I received both thoughts loud and clear. Everyone picked up on Beryl’s embarrassment and made him blush more by all the laughter.

“Okay, swami, Slave, me and Blaine are next. Read ‘em!” he ordered. Blaine moved next to his master. I finished shuffling the cards and moved them to Big Beryl to cut. He cut them into three stacks and re-stacked them into one. I shuffled again. I pushed them to Blaine to cut. He followed his master’s lead and cut them the same way. I took them and laid them out in the customary order. “What questions do you have for the cards, Master?” I asked.

“Will my slave and I continue to grow closer in our love?” he asked.

“Why would you ask the cards a question like that, when you can easily have the answer the same way Master Bert found his? Look your slave in the eye and your question will be answered in a heartbeat,” I said exasperated. Again the crowd was silent. Master Beryl turned slowly to look at his handsome slave who had tears running down his face. Blaine wouldn't look at his master. Beryl took his big paw, gently placed it under his slave’s chin and raise his face to look into his eyes. The entire audience saw the old man as he seemed shaken to the bottom of his being at what he saw in Blaine’s eyes. He gently put his arms around his chosen one and spoke quietly but loud enough for all to hear. “You have become my slave, Blaine. I never thought you would, no matter how hard I tried to mold you, but you surprised me. Let’s have no more talk of striving to become the slave I need. You are the slave I need, my love,” Beryl said with all the love in his big heart.

“I will always be your slave, Master. I was from the first night you took me. It took me longer than most to understand some things. I know I ain't been the best of slaves but you have been brutally patient with me. I realize what a lucky slave I am, and I want to be the slave you need. I promise never to hide my leash again,” Blaine said with remorse. Everyone broke up with laughter at Blaine’s sincere honesty.

“You silly twit! You are the slave I need right now! If you got any more clingy and submissive, you’d drive me more nuts than you do now. I love you more now than I ever have, and I feel confident you feel the same. All the jibber-jabber don’t really matter none noways,” Beryl said with a twinkle in his eye, “I’ll never give you your freedom anyway, so you’ll just have to make the best of it, love,” he said. Then he grabbed his slave, kissed him passionately to cheers and back-slaps from the crowd.

“Don’t you have a question for the cards? Either of you? They're sitting here with things to tell you. One question?" I asked.

“Will we have children?” Blaine asked. The crowd didn’t laugh this time.

“Yes, you already have three. There will be one more to enter your life, what will become the crossover love you both need. That love will join you in a unity that will be more comfortable than any love you’ve known between you. It will become a love of peace for growing old together. One of your current children will need your love more than you will ever know. Fate will deeply wound him. You will not turn your backs. You will save his life. You will nurse the child back to health. You will teach him to live and love again,” I said.

“How many years will that be?” Big Beryl asked.

“Nine years, eleven months, and thirteen days,” I read in the cards. “You will become wealthy, but the wealth will not influence your current way of life. It will bring you security and give you greater means to help others which will be your greatest accomplishment. I see more, but will not tell you. Suffice to say you have a long, happy, comfortable, and loving life together. The cards also say that you will only have one true slave, Master Beryl. The others, myself included will be children to your union and the love there from,” I completed my reading for Beryl and Blaine.

The crowd was quiet again. They didn’t know what to believe. The way I was delivering the information was as matter of fact as I could make it. The conclusions they might draw were left up to them. “This is draining me. I can only do two more. Who will be next?” I asked.

Master Earl spoke, “Sam and Yoshie,” he said.

“Yeah, Sam and Yoshie,” agreed the rest. Sam was reticent but Yoshie was enthralled. They set at the table before me as I shuffled the cards. I let them both cut the cards as they wanted and then laid them out.

“Questions?” I asked.

“Can you tell us the highlights?” Yoshie asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

“Yoshie will graduate with honors this June. He will graduate Med/internship with honors plus recommendations from every staff physician at Queen of Angels. Wait a minute! There’s some confusion here I don’t understand. Gosh! No, it’s there, it has to be,” I said. I looked directly at Yoshie, “Is there a chance you may enter internship before you graduate school?” I asked.

“Not that I know of,” Yoshie replied.

“Uh, I see it plain as day. You will enter internship several months before you graduate. I also see you will do research on a horribly contagious disease that will run rampant through the gay community in the 80's and 90's. Your research will become a major contribution to a cure or vaccine for this horrible disease. Let’s see. Okay, Sam will have a kidney transplant in the early nineties. The operation will be performed by a doctor who will join the family this year. The operation will be done under Yoshie’s supervision. Someone on this deck will donate one of his kidneys to Sam. Sam is related to someone on this deck but neither knows of their relationship. The transplant will be successful. Sam will become owner of the shop in partnership with three others. Together they will be the controlling interest. They will expand the business and make a lot of money. Two of his partners he knows now and one he will meet soon. He’s a native American. Wait a minute. No, this couldn’t be right," I said and shook my head.

“What, Son?” Sam asked concerned.

“It says here you will meet him tomorrow. He will be Tom’s replacement. He will be the most qualified man for the job, and he will become an important member of our family,” I said. There was a major silence. Master Jeb smiled at me and nodded knowingly. Big Jim’s face went white. Sam’s mouth dropped open and Yoshie pulled him closer.

“I got a job application from a man by the name of James Red Feather Friday. He left it with one of the secretaries, and she handed it, unopened, to me. His application and resume' are locked in my desk at work. I’m meeting him for the first time tomorrow. You couldn’t possibly have known. I told no one. Go on, Son,” Sam urged me.

“Between them, Sam and Yoshie will become two of the wealthiest members of this family group. You will have two children, no wait... damn, I didn’t see that one. You will have three children in your life. Two will be children you will raise to maturity. A boy and a girl. The third, a boy, will be an adoption from a close associate. They will bring you more joy than either of you might imagine and give your union purpose. They will bring great joy to Yoshie’s dad as well. You will grow old together and have fulfilling, loving lives. You will also take great joy and comfort from our family. You will also bring great comfort to someone on this deck in their darkest hour.

"Within this year, Yoshie will run into Breed. Do not fear him. He will fall at your feet to ask your forgiveness. Your forgiveness will heal each other. You will recognize the love you shared and agree to never deny it. You must not fear, Yoshie. Breed will have someone else when this happens and will not try to rekindle anything between you. He needs to hear you forgive him and you need to hear him say it was not your fault,” I said. Yoshie had tears running down his cheeks and Sam was comforting him.

“Thank you, Beau,” Master Sam said, “While I usually don’t take much stock in the paranormal, I think I believe what you just told us,” he said.

“Yes, thank you, Beau. I’ll never forget your words. I plan to write them down after we get home. Kidney transplants are a long way off,” Yoshie said.

“I don’t know where these pictures are coming from. I’ve never been able to do this sort of thing before. It may go tomorrow, but what I told you is the truth as I have seen it in the cards. You’re welcome. I have enough strength left for one more couple. Who will it be?”

“Would you read the cards for Dirk and me?” Allen asked.

“Of course, Little Brother. Sit down, Daddy Bear,” I motioned to Big Dirk.

“Daddy Bear, I like that,” Allen said and laughed.

“Sort a’ do myself,” agreed the big man.

“Damn, Beau, you have a way with sticking people with names that fit,” Master Jeb said, “That one’s gonna’ stick for sure,” he allowed. Everyone laughed.

“No, Master Jeb, that name didn't come from me. It came from Master Dirk. That’s what he calls himself,” I said and winked at the big bear. Dirk looked at me funny, grinned, then turned beet red. Everyone knew I nailed him. He nodded affirmative bashfully as the crowd went nuts laughing with him. I shuffled the cards and they each cut the deck. I laid the cards out and was a bit surprised as to what they revealed.

“Questions, Little Brother, Daddy Bear?” I asked. Everyone laughed again.

“Like you read for Yoshie and Sam, the highlights,” Allen said.

“Okay, Allen will get pregnant and give birth to a twenty-five pound bear cub,” I said immediately. Great laughter from everyone. “Just yanking your chain, Little Brother," I said and winked at Allen, "Here’s what I really see in the cards. Your husband and master will grow in stature in his work and with all who come to know him. He will become one of the most highly thought of members of this family and several years from now will become the recognized leader. His goodness and straightforwardness will endear him to all. His honesty and devotion to you will be a model for everyone how master/slave relationships should work.

Later, the two of you will leave Los Angeles for a more Northern state where you will become ranchers. You will accumulate two children. One, a real child, the other a young man in need of finding a path in life. You will become fiercely protective of both and will see these children to a healthy well adjusted maturity. The young man will be a great comfort to the both of you during some hard times. He will grow into a fine, honest, loving man. He will have a family of his own with many children who will know you as big grand dad and little grand dad. You will have much love around you the rest of your lives. You will be together most all your days,” I said.

I could see Big Dirk holding Allen tight around the shoulder and getting misty eyed. Allen was hanging on my every word with his mouth open.

“I have to stop there, Gentlemen, I’m exhausted. You’ll have to forgive me. I can’t read anymore. It’s fading in strength. The pictures are not as clear,” I said. Master Earl moved to my side and put his arm around me.

“Your getting chilled,” he said. The sun went down and none of us were wearing clothes.

“Let’s have a hand for our card reader,” Big Dirk said. Everyone applauded. It was getting late and people began to get ready to depart.

I turned to Master Earl. “May I have your permission to take Master Jim aside, in private, to tell him goodnight?” I asked.

“Of course, I appreciate you asking first. You know good manners. As long as you show me proper respect and remember your manners, I will never question your motives,” he said.

“Thank you, Master Earl,” I said. I saw Big Jim looking at us not wanting to be pushy. I walked over to him, put my arms around his big neck and spoke quietly to him. “Would you be so kind as to follow me, Master?” I asked.

“Sure, young man, be happy to,” he replied. I led him into our bedroom and into the master bathroom where I locked the door behind me.

“I got your message,” I said.

“I didn’t want you to,” the big man said and blushed.

“I know; however, I’ve been honest with Master Earl, and he understands as long as you and I don’t try to hide our feelings or sneak around behind his back. You did better than I did today. I asked his permission to bring you here,” I said.

“What can I say, Beau? I don’t want you to feel pulled between us," my giant said.

“Just keep your promise to me, Master. If you won’t think I’m a trollop playing two master’s against each other, then I won’t feel you’re asking me to make a choice. You know I have no choice,” I said.

“It’s all right, Beau, I love you so much my guts hurt,” he said with a deep sigh.

“I love you, too, Master,” I said. We kissed a long and passionate kiss. Big Jim said more to me in that kiss than he did all day. I knew he would be okay.

He patted me on the butt. “Let’s go find Jeb, and we’ll say goodbye to your master,” he said.

Everyone was getting ready to leave. I went to Master Earl’s side to wish everyone goodbye. Master Jeb hugged and kissed me. “One more week of freedom, boy. Think you can handle it?” he asked.

“What freedom, Master Jeb? The freedom to be alone? No thanks, I wish it were tomorrow,” I replied.

“You’ll make it, Son. Beside, you have another weekend with your love,” Jeb said.

“I’m grateful for that, Master Jeb, thank you,” I replied.

“You’re my last slave, Son, and I’m gonna’ throw caution to the winds, fuck the excuses, Beau, I love you. You’re special and we both know it. It’s almost like God’s saved the very best for last,” he said.

“I love you, too, Master,” I said.

“Have a good night with your master and be extra loving tonight. He needs it,” he gently admonished me.

“I will, Master, and thanks. Thanks for having faith in me,” I said.

Big Jim hugged me again and kissed me on the forehead. He stood in front of Master Earl and put his big hands on the side of his shoulders. "You know, Earl, I’ve always heard the old saw about how people in love bloom. I never believed it until now. You have the glow of a man in love and you radiate it. You always were a handsome son of a bitch, but this new aura sets you apart. I’m happy for you and the kid. I couldn’t imagine a better master for him than you, and that includes me. You’re what he needs, and he must be exactly what you need from the way you glow when you look at him. I love you both very much. Thanks so much for including me today. I had a wonderful time,” he said. Master Earl hugged Big Jim and kissed him dead on. Big Jim didn’t pull away.

Next were Big Dirk and Allen. Allen was tired. His little legs chased me all day and his tongue was hanging out. I knelt down and hugged him. “Thanks for the great hair cut, Little Brother. You were a big help today, and I appreciate it. You be good to that Big Daddy Bear of yours and treat him right,” I said.

“I will, Beau, I love you,” Allen said.

“I love you, too, Bro,” I replied.

Allen went on to hug and kiss Master Earl. Big Dirk stood in front of me. "I’ve heard a lot about you, boy. Thought, well, I’ll see for myself. No big whoop, Kid, you stole my heart. I think of myself as a straight man and only three men ever turned my head: Allen, Wes, and Blaine, but they all got cunts. You’re now the fourth, but the first with a cock, and I’m beginning to worry if I ain’t turning gay,” he said then laughed.

“Master Dirk, if my dad at work ain’t turning gay then you ain’t either. Does it really matter?” I asked.

“No, I guess it don’t. Bought that ticket from your master today, though. Gimme’ a big one, Slave,” he demanded.

I kissed him “a big one” and he returned it.

Master Claymore and Zane paid their respect and left. Zane told me he and his master hoped to get together with us after training. Oscar, Billy, and Master Bert left next. You could tell Billy was upset but happy for his companion. I told Billy he would have to spend more time with us. I was still looking forward to spending an evening in his arms. He hugged me again for that.

Master Bert was in great spirits. “I didn’t know I was going to make a claim for my slave today, Son, but it seemed like the right thing to do when you told me the answer was in his eyes. You’re special, young man. I’m very fond of you and your master,” he said.

“Thank you, Master Bert, you’re always welcome in my master’s home,” I replied.

The last to leave was my new dad and brother. I got a lump in my throat saying goodbye. No, that’s a lie, I broke down in my big dad’s arms.
“The nine years, eleven month child is you, ain’t it, Son?” Beryl asked.

I just nodded my head slowly. “Promise not to tell anyone, Dad, including Blaine. I can’t stop what is to be and neither can you,” I said.

“You have my word, Child. We’ll be there. We love you, boy," he said.

Blaine hugged and kissed me. “Thanks for everything, Bro. Thanks to you we been closer than we’ve ever been and that’s really great. I’m more comfortable and so is dad. I already miss you, Little Brother,” Blaine said.

“Me, too,” I replied.

We saw them out to their bikes. I threw on a bathrobe. They took off, and my master and I were alone; however, we had each other. We were happy. We cleaned up some; however, Master had the next day off and didn’t want to do too much. Besides, all the slaves got together and cleaned most of it before they left. Things were in pretty good shape.

“Spa?” he asked.

“That would be wonderful, Master,” I replied.

He made us a pretty stiff drink and led me to the spa with my leash. I dropped my robe and he stood looking at me in the moonlight. The lights from the spa shining up on us gave a shifting play over our features. He took his hand and unlocked my collar to remove it. He pulled me to him and held me without speaking. He hugged me so tight I thought I was going to pass out. Then he kissed me gently. Yep, Master Jeb was right. He needed me tonight, and I wasn’t about to let him down. We got into the warm water and lay together as we did Friday night. We talked some but not much. He was wowed by the tarot readings.

“Could you read our cards, Beau?” he asked quietly.

I was quiet for a while, but he didn’t push me to respond. “I could, and I would if you ordered me to, but given the choice, I won’t. I saw enough of us intermingled with the readings I did for the family; I don’t want to know more. It’s best not to read for yourself,” I said.

“Then I’ll respect your judgment. I’ll never order you to do it. The way you put it I don’t think I want to know either,” he said.

“I’ll tell you this much, you and I have a happy life together and we become the envied master/slave couple of several family groups. You become a highly respected leader of our group and know happiness greater than you’ve ever known,” I said.

“Sounds good to me, Slave,” he said and seemed satisfied with my answer.

“Master?”

“Yes, love?”

“You need me to make love to you tonight,” I said firmy. It wasn't a question. It was a bold statement.

“You feel it, huh?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“You’re right. Let’s get out of here and move to the bedroom,” he said. We dried ourselves and moved to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed.

“Would you believe we got four separate invitations for next weekend?”

“Yes, Master, and... ?”

“I advised everyone we will be incommunicado from Friday afternoon at five to Monday morning at six.”

“That’s music to my ears, Master,” I said.

“Really, my beautiful slave?” he asked almost like he needed my reassurance.

“I can’t imagine anything nicer than to give you my total attention for an entire weekend,” I said.

“Sounds good to me, too,” he replied.

“You’re tired aren’t you, Master?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he replied.

“On your stomach, please,” I said.

I jokingly imitated his commanding tone the night we first got together. He responded without comment. He was tired. He stretched out in the bed, and I straddled him at his waist. I reached up and started rubbing his wide back. He let out a sigh which told me he wasn’t going to object. I rubbed him down for almost an hour. I couldn’t get enough of my hands on his beautiful body. It was like they were having their separate love affair with him. He loved me rubbing his butt and the inside of his big thighs. He didn’t talk but would just groan every now and then. Finally, he rolled over on his back and had a surprise for me. His big dick was harder than I ever remember it.

“That felt so good I’ve decided you need a special treat. I know how fond you are of my animal so I’ve decided to let him loose on you. Think you can handle him tonight?” he asked. Old swinger immediately stood at attention. He laughed when he saw my condition. “Oh, damn, I needed that, Beau. You can make me laugh at the right moment,” he said.

“Master, may I jump in the shower for a moment?” I asked.

“Sure, then come down to the dungeon. My animal wants you in the sling,” he said.

“Thank him for me, Master, and tell him to make it a long one,” I pleaded. He laughed shaking his head as I headed off to the shower to clean myself.

I returned to the dungeon to find my master wearing his leathers. He lit some candles to give the place an air of ceremony. I was struck once again by how drop dead good looking my master is. My heart skipped more than one beat. I stood for a moment looking at him and for the first time could see what Big Jim and others were talking about. His whole presence glowed with a surrounding aura of bright golds, hot oranges, and deep purplish reds. His eyes changed their color from their usual dark purple violet to an almost eerie light violet. He was stunningly handsome. The epitome of a mature hyper-masculine, alpha-male framed in the context of animal hides that were as ripe from their pheromones as he was and the combined male odors were deliciously inviting me to his lair, to become his prey.

They called to me to join him in his rut. He was in love and needed his slave. The animal inside him saw its intended feast standing before him ready to be consumed by his passion. Both hungers needed to share this feast. My timid lamb suddenly knew why it was born. I wondered, at that moment, if every wild animal about to become food for a larger prey has a moment of epiphany which releases their soul in a moment of ecstasy. Then their death and consumption becomes only a necessity for the larger animal’s survival. They feel no pain, their consciousness having departed in that moment of release. If I was a god and doing the planning, I would make it so.

“Come to your master, Slave,” he ordered softly. I moved quickly to him and dropped to my knees to kiss his big boots. He gave me his hand in ritual, I kissed the back, and put it to my forehead. “Come to me,” he said softly. He held me and kissed me tenderly with great love in his touch. He quickly placed leg and wrist restraints on me and led me to a sturdy saw horse contraption covered with padded leather on top. It was just the right height with my legs spread and bent over it, the center caught me in the stomach. He spread my legs and attached them to the legs of the saw horse. He bent me over the top and attached my wrist to the legs in front. Next I felt him inserting my butt plug. I knew he was going to whip my ass and I was getting excited. “Master, may I speak, sir?” I asked.

“Yes, Slave?” he asked in reply.

“I must tell you...”

“That you come after several hits from a whip?” he asked.

“No secrets in this family, huh, Master?” I replied and laughed.

“Exactly, my slave, if you feel your going over the hill, tell me and I’ll hold off until you think you can take another. Agreed?” he asked.

“You’re a good master, sir,” I told him, and I heard him chuckled to himself.

Master Earl used the same flogging whip he used the first night he flogged me, and I passed out. I knew this whipping was because of my request and had nothing to do with punishment. I was ready. I didn’t have to wait long when I felt the first blow.

“Shall I count for you, Master?” I asked.

“Yes, Slave,” he replied.

“One, sir! Thank you, Master!”

Whack! “Two, sir! Thank you, Master!”

Whack! This one was a bit harder and better placed. “Three, sir! Thank you, sir!”

Ka-whack!!! “Damn fine, sir! Four, sir! Thank you, sir!”

Ka-whach! “Five, sir! Shit, that’s fine, sir! Thank you, sir!”

Ka-whack! “Six sir! Holy Jesus, hold, sir! Thank you, Master. One more and I’ll shoot, sir. Please, please hold.”

I heard him laughing as he walked up behind me and began rubbing my butt with his big hand. Then he knelt and kissed my ass as he continued to rub it. It was one of the greatest feelings of my life. e took a towel and popped out my plug. He undid my wrist and legs and ordered me to stand. He put his arms around me and kissed me again, this time rubbing my butt with his hands and slipping a finger in my ass. I kissed him back hungry for his entry.

“Now get on your knees and slather me up with your spit. I want to get in there before your butt loses heat,” he ordered.

I fell to my knees and quickly lathered him up good. He directed me to the sling. and I climbed in. Master Earl attached my wrist and leg cuffs to the chains and I was his prey, bound fast, ready for his animal’s feast. He looked into my eyes as he placed the head of his sword at my sphincter and gently pressed so he wouldn’t lose the position. My handsome master reached forward over my head and grabbed the supporting chains for the sling. Looking me in the eyes, he winked once, pulling hard on the chains, and slammed all of himself into me. I began to writhe in the sling, thanking him for taking me hard. He felt so damn good I was going to let him know. I was taken by my master, and it was a magnificent mount. He began to fuck me slowly, taking his good time, enjoying the benefits of being a master. He stopped. He was looking towards the corner of the room. His concentration was gone, but he didn’t withdraw.

“Beau?” he asked softly.

“Yes, Master?” I replied.

“Are we alone in here?” he asked.

I immediately sent awareness out into the room, got back chills up my spine, and then a warm comfortable feeling enveloped me. “Naw, sir. Wes is here, he’s asked to join us,” I replied.

“How do you feel about it?” he asked.

“I’m not frightened. He loves us. It’s because of him we’re together, Master. I’m willing to share if you are,” I said.

“Is that him, that small blue light in the corner?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“He may join us,” he said. Master Earl no sooner spoke the words than the small blue ball of light flew across the room to rest lightly on my chest and waited.

“He’s waiting for you to pet him, Master,” I said.

Master Earl slowly moved his hand to the blue light and passed his hand over it as if petting it. “I can feel him, Beau, he has mass. There’s no doubting it’s Wes. I can smell him and sense his essence. It’s him,” Master Earl laughed in fascination.

“He wants to enter me for the fuck. Press on him with the palm of your hand, and he will enter me,” I said.

“You sure about this, Beau?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, he just wants to share our love. To feel your love again and to feel me. He’ll depart afterwards,” I assured him.

Master Earl gently and lovingly pushed on the light. We watched it disappear into my chest. I drew in a sharp breath as a person sucks in air after being drowned.

“Air!” I heard in my head. “Thank you, Beau!”

“You’re welcome,” I said aloud, “I’m speaking to Wes inside me, Master.”

“Beau, you’re glowing with a blue aura,” Master Earl said.

“Yes, Master, both your loves are in here enjoying you up my ass. It do feel mighty fine, don’t it, Wes? He’s telling me how good you feel in me, I know it sounds confusing but go with it, Master Earl. Think about making love to two souls at the same time. Two souls who love you more than anything on Earth. Two who need your strength more than you can know. I told him about you’re animal, and he giggled. He told me he never experience your animal. Let him loose, Master, show him your animal. Show him how hard and good you can fuck your slave boy’s ass,” I said urging him.

I didn’t have to asked again. The big man leaned over and kissed us both and Wes began crying inside of me.

“Stop that or you’re going to miss the fuck, Wes,” I scolded him, “He started getting blubbery, Master, when you kissed us,” I said and grinned.

Master Earl lost all contact with reality. Good to his word he unleashed his animal and led him to the feast. He fucked me nine ways from Sunday and was rooting around inside of me when he pressed my come button.

“Master, you’ve hit my button, please hold off. We’re going to shoot, Master,” I warned him.

Master Earl didn’t stop but growled like a grizzly as I felt his flow began deep inside me. I tried to hold back and heard a voice inside of me. “Please, Beau, release us now,” Wes said.

I must have shot three feet into the air and caught Master Earl right in the eye with the second volley as he continued to unload his wild animal gizz into my gut. I immediately began to babble my slave boy thanks and apology for hitting him in the eye. Wes took over and began to thank him, too. It was Wes’ voice and Southern inflection. Our Master laughed and then saw my blue aura again. He leaned over me and kissed us. This time I let Wes kiss him and Master Earl felt him as tears began to fall from his eyes into mine.

“That wasn’t fair, you guys,” Master Earl said and laughed. Wes departed and stayed on my chest until Master Earl petted him again. Then the blue light flew up to his cheek and kissed him lightly. The light flew out the open doorway into the night. Master Earl had a magical look on his face.

“I could swear I was just kissed by Tinker Bell,” he said. He was in a daze and so was I. I felt no fear. I knew Wes wouldn’t be with us much longer, and I needed to be kind to him. I loved him. We helped each other up the stairs and into the shower. There’s nothing like a hot shower to bring you back to Earth. Master hugged me in the hot water. “If I ever told a soul about this they would think I was nuts,” he said.

I know several people who you could tell, and they would believe you right now. One in particular,” I said.

“Jeb?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. May I tell him?” I asked.

“Certainly, you will have my complete support. He can’t ‘not’ believe both of us,” Master Earl said.

“He would believe either of us, Master,” I assured him.

We were drained and both dog tired. We went to bed, and I soon fell asleep in my master’s arms, my backside to him, cradled next to him. I heard a voice in my ear. “Beau?” he whispered. It was my master. I opened my eyes and there stood Wes holding my hand in his, smiling at the two of us. He took on a golden aura and was wearing his favorite jacket. He was buffed out to the max.

“Do you see him, Master?” I asked.

“Yes, Son, I do,” he said.

“He wants to thank us for being generous. He wants to know if you will take his hand?” I said. Master held out his hand toward Wes in reply. Wes released my hand and took Master Earl’s.

“I can hear him, Beau. You’re welcome, Son. Good to see you, my love. You’re still my slave. You always will be. Don’t fret, Son, you know I never allowed you to do that. Be strong and remember our love. We will be together again. Goodbye, my love,” he said.

Wes departed. There were no tears between us as we held each other. There was no longer any need for tears. Love never dies.

End Chapter 16 ~ The Ties That Bind
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