3TB_17

THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 17 ~ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Part I ~ Prince Of The Yavapai

The brave saw a skin walker on the mesa drifting down so boldly,
He removed his breach to expose himself unto the loathsome witch,
She watched the fullness of his manhood as he danced ‘round slowly,
He held her gaze until he grabbed her throat and killed the wicked bitch.
From: Canto 12 ~ Slave Songs ~ W. D. Dux ~ Posthumous

Master Earl woke up at his usual time, although I insisted he sleep in. He bought coffee and coffeecake for us. I was ready in an instant after he plugged my rear. We sat and drank our coffee, enjoying the morning, not saying much.

“How long will we be visited by Wes?” Master asked quietly.

“He’ll depart soon after I’m sold, Master,” I replied.

“Did he tell you that?” Earl D. asked.

“No, sir, I just know. I neither know how nor why, but I do,” I replied.

“I believe you,” he replied, “I should by now, you’ve never lied to me, and I don’t think you ever will.”

“I won’t, Master. When you lie it’s harder to remember what you’ve told someone so you won’t trip yourself up. It’s much easier to tell the truth. I guess I’m lazy in that respect. It’s just too damn much work to lie,” I said and we laughed.

“You’ve got to move by the weekend. Monday’s the first. Do you need help?” he asked.

“I’m going to ask dad if he’ll throw my stuff in the back of his old truck and follow me to Mount Washington one night this week. I only have a trunk full of stuff left. He and I can manage easily; a few clothes, mostly coveralls for work and my leathers. Then I’ll ride back over here to be with you, if it’s all right,” I said.

“Of course it is. I’d like to spend as much time with you as I can until next Monday,” my master said.

“Me, too, Master, I plan to spend all week and the weekend with you. I really appreciate you wanting to be alone with me next weekend. It means a lot,” I said.

“Not only for you, Son, but for your master, too,” he said and smiled, “You have such a strong, winning personality, I sometimes get lost in the backwaters of your draft. Jeb’s right, you need a strong master who isn’t going to be intimidated by your personality. Guess who that’s gonna’ be, Son?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“I can only hope and pray to the great spirits it’s going to be you, Master Earl. I love you so much, I can’t imagine...” I trailed off and turned my head.

He grabbed me in his big arms and held me close. “Here, I'll have none of that," he said in his best master's voice, "Don’t even let thoughts like that enter your head. Wes hasn’t brought us this far to stop keeping watch over us. You’re going to be my slave, my property. I will own you. No one but an unseen force can separate us then. Now, get your pretty ass off to work and earn your master some money, Mr. Shop Foreman,” he said and laughed with pride in his voice. He kissed me goodbye, and I was out the door to crank my beast.

It seemed strange going down the hill alone, but I was glad my master had a day to rest. He would be there when I came home this evening. I needed to stop by my place this evening to check my mail and feed Puss. I hope Chris wants her. Don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t. I just can't go off and leave her; neither will I take her to an animal shelter. I already gave most of my stuff away. I don’t own a T.V. or stereo. A few books I gave away. Bits and pieces of furniture I planned to leave for the next tenant. I found an old hump-back trunk in a thrift store and cleaned it up. It contained important things I wanted to save. There wasn’t a lot of personal things left. The things I wanted to keep, filled about a third of the trunk. Dad and I could easily carry it.

I pulled up behind Sam as he was unlocking the gate. He raised his hand, waved, and drove his truck into the yard. I followed and parked my bike next to his truck. “How are you this morning, young man?” Sam asked in good spirits.

“Ready for a new day, Boss,” I said with enthusiasm. He laughed at my eagerness. “By the way, Boss, I can't hide it anymore, so I'll just come right out and tell you, I’m hopelessly in love with your nephew!” I exclaimed like it was a solid fact. Sam threw back his head and laughed.

“Well, the two of you will have to work that out between you, because he said the exact same words about you. He wanted to know if he could go through training again with you. He knows he can’t, but I thought it was a sweet sentiment and a great compliment,” he said.

“Certainly was,” I replied, “and by the way, my good master, you looked so hot in your leathers, I thought I was gonna’ make a fool of myself,” I said.

Sam laughed all the more. “Thank you, Slave-boy, it’s nice for an old man to hear a younger man say them words. Speaking of old men, here comes your dad,” Sam said and laughed, “By the way, Beau, if you want to leave your bike in our garage, we’ll be happy to store it for you. We have plenty of room,” he added.

“Thanks, Boss, I’ll talk to Master Earl this evening. I’d like to leave it with you and Yoshie,” I said.

“Hey, Guys, what’s up? You two have a good weekend?” Jake asked. He was all smiles. Sam and I nodded ‘yes’ we had a good weekend and Sam winked at me. I laughed but dad didn’t get the joke.

Monday was a busy day. We interviewed six people for the job left open from firing Tom. The final applicant Sam brought to me, himself, with a huge shit-eating grin on his face. The man was stunningly handsome. He was tall with dark ruddy skin, high cheek bones and piercing light turquoise eyes. He was bigger than me physically and proportioned about the same as Master Earl. He even moved like Master Earl, and his hair was cut exactly the same way in a squared away flat top. He seemed proud, but humble and polite. He wore the most handsome pair of Western boots, tight Wrangles which clearly outlined his admirable cock and balls, and a western belt with a big rodeo prize belt buckle for first place team roping. If that wasn't enough of a turn-on to push my Texas heritage button, he also had the rolling gait of a seasoned cowboy. There was no doubt in my mind he was born and raised in cattle country. I also knew without asking, that image resonated just fine with my mature cowboy bossman. To say the man strummed my magic twanger was the understatement of my young life. He was way beyond merely good looking, certainly not pretty, but he was a remarkably handsome man.

“Jim, I’d like to you meet our new shop foreman, Mr. Beau James. Beau this is Mr. James Red Feather,” Sam introduced us.

I took his hand and shook it as his eyes looked long and deep into my soul. Sam could see my face immediately drained of blood. I gave the term pale-face new dimensions. He smiled again, nodded his head knowingly, and winked at me behind Jim Red Feather’s back. I know I predicted this in the cards, but I was totally unprepared. Jim had the same hyper-masculine aura surrounding him my master exudes, and I suddenly felt like a five year old boy about to interview a grown man much more mature than I was. Sam was having a ball laughing at me. Poor Jim Red Feather had no idea what in the Hell was going on. He knew there were strange vibrations passed between Sam and myself, but he didn't have a clue what was going on.

“Good to meet cha,’ Mr. Red Feather," I lowered my voice damn near an fifth to sound as butch as possible and offered my hand. He took it and we shook. "Thanks, Boss, for bringing him around. Would you like to stay for his interview?” I asked. I was so hoping Sam might stay, and I wouldn’t feel quite so nervous and embarrassed.

“No, Jake and I already interviewed him. This is part of your job now, and I’ll go along with the applicant you choose. After all, you’re the one who has to work with whomever you choose,” he said. Sam winked and smiled at me like there was no doubt in his mind who I was going to choose. I tried to smile back and only embarrassed myself by getting a silly grin on my face. Sam walked away from us laughing to himself.

“Please, sir, I'm forgetting my manners. Won’t you sit down, Mr. Red Feather,” I motioned to two folding chairs I got out of the old store room and dusted off for the occasion.

“Please, call me Jim, Mr. James,” he said in a deep commanding voice. I damn near melted like the wicked witch an ran down into my boots. All that was left to be seen in a little pile was my boots, my overalls, a baseball cap, and one large butt plug.

“'At's a deal, if'n you’ll call me, Beau?” I said throwing in a little cowboy lingo.

“Certainly, Beau,” he said as he smiled with a row of perfect teeth and sat in the folding chair next to me. He sat with his knee pressed into my leg just behind my knee. It wasn’t an overt action, after all, the chairs were pretty close together, and we didn’t have much room. I didn’t move my chair, flinch, or made an effort to move my knee. He didn’t move his either. He seemed perfectly comfortable with his knee touching mine.

“I don’t think I need to look over your application, Jim. I know you’re the most qualified man for the job, but let me take a quick look,” I said like I had to make a show of being Shop Foreman whether I knew what I was doing or not.

I looked over his application while he sat next to me with his knee still pressing into my leg. I could have died, my dick started getting hard. I pretended to look over his application, but all I could see was his handsome boots, and I wanted my tongue on them in the worst way. My fucking mouth started watering. I thought to myself, ‘Oh dear God, don’t let spittle drool down the corners of my mouth. I will surely die from embarrassment.’ I didn’t know if I was going to be able to complete the damn interview, my tongue grew as hard as my dick.

“I was right, Jim. You do have more experience than the other applicants,” I confirmed.

“What the Hell’s going on here, Beau?” he asked in an skeptically inquiring tone. This has to be the strangest interview I’ve ever had. In my interview with your two bosses, I knew Mr. Jenkins liked me but Mr. Raggazzi was kind a’ so-so. How could you know I was more qualified than the rest of the men applying for this job? You never met me before or have we? There’s something about you that’s awful damn familiar. It's like I done know'd ju' from somewheres before,” he said.

“Yeah, okay, I feel it, too, Jim. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how I knew you were the most qualified. Then again, being a native American, you just might. I'll tell you the God's gospel truth whether you believe me or not. I read the tarot cards yesterday afternoon at a pool party for my boss, Sam. I told him I saw in the cards our new employee would be a native American, and he would be the most qualified for the position,” I said as a matter of fact.

“Yes, you’re right, I would believe you. What time yesterday?” he asked.

“Shortly before the sun began to set. About seven-thirty, I guess,” I replied.

“At that time, I was lying across my bed trying to figure out what to wear to the interview. A voice came to me and told me to wear these boots, and I would get the job. Is there a connection, Beau?” he asked.

“Oooh, yes, Jim, there certainly is,” I grinned and laughed, “There’s more the cards told me, but it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to tell you right now,” I said.

Jim did have a lot of experience with big trucks, but he was soft spoken, and didn’t make the strong impression the other guys tried to do. I understood why dad might not care for him, but I knew Sam would be the major vote. Jim had my number from the start. I kept praying he wouldn’t notice me stealing looks at his boots. He never once moved his knee, and only moved it into me a bit more to let me know he knew his contact was turning me on big time. God knows, I tried to keep my interview business-like and professional, but I couldn’t help wonder what he would look like with only a breach cloth, his body and face painted with brightly colored war paint, on the back of a big bay stallion as he rode into my white settlement to kidnap me, carry me away, to make me his sex slave for life. Oh, dear God, save me from my fantasies, I said a silent prayer. Hell, he could have my scalp for his belt, just rape the holy shit out a’ me first. I somehow felt, if there was an Indian alive today who might pull that fantasy off, it would be Jim. He strummed a chord in my heart, and I knew I did the same for him.

When we finished the interview, he looked me in the eye and asked, "Even if I don’t get the job, Beau, could we get together for coffee or a drink some evening? You have my home phone number. Call anytime. Thanks for the interview, I’ve never felt more comfortable being interviewed for a job,” he said. He took my hand, but wouldn’t let it go as he continued to press his knee into my leg. I watched him look down at my crotch, and he could see my erection. He smiled as he looked into my eyes.

“Well, Jim, I may not have the final say, but you ain't no dummy, you know you got my vote, and it ain't because you're wearing just about the hottest frick'n pair of Western boots I ever saw, it's because you really are the most qualified man for the job. I promise on my word of honor, even if it don’t work out, I’ll give you a call. I’d like to know you better. I feel as if I already know you, but I don’t know why,” I said.

“Yeah, I got the same feeling like I’ve known you before. Sort of deja vu,” replied Jim Red Feather.

“I have a leave of absence of four months starting this Friday so while I’m gone you’ll be under my dad, Mr. Raggazzi, until I get back.”

“Your dad? Mr. Raggazzi is your dad?” he asked in amazement.

“Yeah, sort of. He taught me everything I know about working on these big trucks, and he thinks on me as his son,” I said and grinned. The big Indian so had my number.

“Oh, I see,” Jim said like he understood more than I was telling him.

“Perhaps you don’t, but I’ll explain later,” I said grinning.

“Why a leave of absence, Beau?” he asked.

“Well, Jim, I have three months of training coming up,” I said.

“What kind of training, Beau?” he asked.

“Could I answer all your questions, later, when I call?” I asked in reply.

“Sure, Beau, I didn’t mean to pry, it’s just...” he looked kind of hurt.

“Stop, Jim! Stop right there! Believe me, I understand, and I feel the same. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I'll keep nothing from you, and I promise, I'll never lie to you,” I said.

“I’m not one to beat around the bush, Beau. It may sound forward under the circumstances, and I certainly mean no disrespect, but I want you,” he said.

I was flattered but stunned by his boldness. “No disrespect taken, Jim, and ‘yes’ it is very forward in a job interview to tell your perspective boss you want him; however, something passed between us that's palpable, I don’t know exactly what, but you need to know some things about me first. I’ll call you this evening and explain. I promise I’ll call, and don’t worry, if I can swing it, you’ve got the job. If I have to train a new man, he might as well be a good looking hunk. Besides, you have more than enough qualifications in all areas,” I smiled at him looking down at his cock in his Wranglers..

“Beau, at this point, I don’t give a shit about the job, but I do care if you call or not. There’s something between you and me we need to find out about. I won’t rest until I do. I’ll count on it. Please, don’t let me down,” he pleaded.

“I won’t, Jim, trust me. Would it help for me to assure you your fate is inextricably conjoined and sealed with mine?” I asked almost pleading with him.

“I will believe you! I do believe you! Somehow, I know I can, but don’t get me wrong, I want the job very much. You won’t be sorry if you decide to hire me,” he said.

We shook hands and said our goodbyes.

* * * * * * *
Sam wanted a decision by noon. I went in with dad to talk with Sam. Dad liked an older man who didn’t have nearly as much experience as Jim Red Feather, but he was a good bullshitter. When I interview him, I stopped listening to him after the first five minutes and didn't tune in again until I heard something about being a fundamentalist Christian and how much he love himself some Jesus and hated faggots. I smiled at him and nodded like a black widow spider just before she eats her mate. There was no doubt in my mind he thought I was agreeing with him.

“Who’s the lucky man, Gentlemen?” Sam asked smiling at me. Dad went off on the person he liked, the Jesus-loving, faggot-hating, bullshit artist, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to undermine his choice and cut his balls off by expressing my opinion too strongly. For once in my life, I was sure of the outcome of a situation I wanted to go my way. My ace in the hole was Sam. I knew he wouldn't let me down.

“You’re awfully quiet, Mr. Shop Foreman,” Sam said with a big shit-eating cowboy grin.

“Dad, has some good points about his man. I don’t want to go against who he wants. He’s probably the better judge of workers than I am,” I said and looked away from both of them.

“Now, wait a minute! Jake ain’t the one what’s gonna’ be workin’ with the man. You are, Beau. You don’t even have to tell me who you’d pick, Son, I know. You might say it was written in the cards,” Sam smiled, giggled, and winked at me, “Now, Jake, when you were foreman, I always gave you final say about who you chose to work here, but Beau is shop foreman now and that right falls to him. He won’t go against you because he loves and respects you,” Sam said without nuance. Dad looked shocked at Sam’s blatant words. “It’s all right, Jake, I love him, too. This one should be his call. Knowing him like I do, I know he’s picked Jim Red Feather to work with, right Beau?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Boss,” I said quietly like I was afraid of offending Jake.

Dad Jake got a big grin on his face. “You’re right, Sam, it should be his call. I had my head up my butt thinking about being temporary foreman for another three months. I can work with the Chief,” he said.

“Good, then we’ll hire James Red Feather, and I better never here you call him 'Chief,' Jake, unless he is one,” Sam walked off laughing.

Dad wasn’t upset as I thought he might be. He took it in stride and even apologized for trying to take over my job. “I didn’t think about you having to be the one to work with him, and after all, you did get rid of Tom. If for no other reason it should’ve been your call. You were gonna’ let me have my way, weren’t you, Kid?” he asked.

“Yes, Dad, I was. I didn’t want you pissed at me for going against your choice, even if he was a Jesus-loving, faggot-hating, bullshit artist,” I said and grinned at him.

“He told you that?" he asked. Jake got a look of horror on his face.

"He sure did, Dad. You know I wouldn't lie to you," I said with conviction.

"Damn! What an asshole! Sorry, kid, I didn't know. Well, Sam’s right, it should be your choice. Ain't no if, ands, or buts about it. I meant what I said, Son, I do love you, and it would take a Hell of a lot more than a stupid hiring disagreement to come between us; besides,” he said like a little boy and laughed, “you might cut me off.”

“Never even crossed my mind, Dad,” I said.

“Tell me, Beau, is Sam a master?” he asked. I was shaken by his bold, dead on question, but I didn’t want to lie to him.

“Now, Dad, if Sam asked me if you were fucking me, what would you want me to tell him?” I asked.

“At this point, I don’t think there are any secrets around here. Tell him the truth. I get the feeling he’d understand anyway,” Jake said and laughed.

“Well, you’re gonna’ have to ask Sam that question because I can’t tell you,” I said, grinned and looked away.

“You mean you can’t tell me because you don’t know or you know but won’t tell me?” Jake asked.

“I won’t answer that question either, and you know it’s wrong for you to ask,” I threw it back at him.

“Okay, you win, Kid. You’re right. It’s wrong of me to ask. If Sam wants me to know, he’ll tell me. I just think it’s kind a’ strange he has a nephew named ‘Yoshie,’” he declared. He walked away shaking his head while I walked in the other direction as fast as I could to keep from guffawing and him hearing me. Finally, I turned a corner into one of the unoccupied bays and laughed until I thought I was going to throw up. I turned around and there was Sam holding an application looking at me funny.

“I thought you were crying for a minute,” Sam said. He seemed concerned. I started laughing again, and Sam started laughing at me.

“I’m sorry, Boss, it’s just something dad said to me he didn’t realize was funny,” I said. I recounted the scene to Sam, and he laughed, too.

“I appreciate you being stoic with him, but I knew the time was coming when Jake and I had to have a heart to heart. This just sort of speeds it up a bit. You did right. He should ask me, but I may drop a bomb in his lap sometime soon,” he said and we laughed. Sam continued, “I contacted Red Feather, and he’ll be in tomorrow morning with his tools to start work. You may have to lead him by the hand for the rest of the week, but that shouldn’t be too hard for you, huh, Son?” he asked and laughed at his jab.

“Then you think he’s good looking, too?” I asked.

“Good looking? Are you kidding me? He's fucking gorgeous! Tell me, who does he remind you of?” Sam asked.

“My master,” I said flatly. Sam laughed.

“Could be his brother. Red Feather ask me to give you a message,” Sam said. I grimaced, he giggled, “He wanted me to remind you of your promise.”

“He made me promise I’d call him no matter the outcome of the job. I’ll call him this evening. What am I gonna’ do, Sam? He told me he wanted me,” I said, grinned and shook my head.

“That should come as no surprise, everyone wants you these days! Excuse the anology, but you're like a rare flower coming into bloom with your new found interests in becoming a slave. You radiate empathy and self-confidence,” Sam said and we shared another laugh, "Well, obviously he’s either gay or bi and honesty would be the best policy, I should think. I couldn’t imagine you being anything but honest with him,” Sam replied.

“You’re right, of course. But, it just don’t seem too cool to start a job and tell your boss you wanna' jump his bones even before you’re hired,” I declared. I was laughing my ass off, and I got Sam laughing again.

“Don’t be too rough on him, Beau. The way you been looking these days with the glow of a young man in love, and the prospects of a new and better life for yourself, if I were him, I probably would've done the same damn thing. Hell, no! I would have invited you for a ride on my bike, taken you home, and shared you with my nephew with the strange name,” Sam said and roared with laughter.

“I’m sure I would try to book seconds,” I allowed as it was my turn to laugh.

“You think he’s the native American you spoke of yesterday, Son?” Sam asked.

“Is there any doubt in your mind, Sam? Jesus Christ, how many frick'n native American’s did you have apply?” I asked and got him laughing again.

“Good point, Son! I have to be honest with you, Beau, I knew the minute he shook my hand he was the man you saw in the cards. Yoshie will have a conniption fit. After you get him settled in, Jake can take over from there. Jim should be able to hit the ground running. I think you made a good call, Son. Now, get to work and make us some money,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir, Boss,” I replied.

For all his gruffness, I really loved Sam. His sense of humor was like no other. He found the damndest things funny. He laughed at dad and me endlessly. He could be strong and demanding when he needed to be, yet he was fair to a fault and commanded respect from all corners. I was glad to work for him.

Break time came and dad came by with a cup of coffee the way I like it and some cookies his wife made. Damn, they were good. “Dad, I got to vacate my apartment this week. Could I ask a favor of throwing an old trunk in the back of your pickup and following me up to Mt. Washington on your way home? Say Wednesday or Thursday depending on our work schedule?” I asked.

“Sure, Kid, no problem. To Hell with the work schedule. You name the day, and I’ll tell my wife I got to help you move a couple of things, and that’s it. Even if we have to stay late to get something out, it’s okay,” he said.

“How about Thursday?” I asked.

“That’s fine with me. What about your furniture?” he asked.

“I’m just gonna’ leave it there for the next person, if they want it,” I said.

“I could use a couple of things for the kids if you don’t want it and wouldn't mind,” he said.

“Oh, Hell no, I don’t mind, Dad. Take anything you want. In fact, we can load your truck, and I’ll help you unload it at your place if you need me. If we need to make two trips we can get the rest the next day,” I said.

“I’d appreciate it. My oldest girl needs some stuff of her own, and it would help us out,” he said.

“Fine, why don’t we start Wednesday evening then, and we can have Thursday to clean up. That way I can have the entire weekend with my master,” I said. Dad looked at me and smiled a proud paternal smile.

“I hope I get to meet this new master sometime soon,” he said.

“Oh, you will, Dad,” I assured him.

“Didn’t Master Jeb tell me he was a cop?” he asked.

“That’s right, Dad, and a very handsome one, too. LAPD's very finest," I poured it on.

“How’d ju’ meet him?” Jake asked.

“He pulled me over on the bike on Silverlake Boulevard and cited me for going eighty-five in a thirty mile per hour zone; but, he only wrote it for ten over. You might say I fell in love with a cop at first cite,” Jake roared with laughter at my pun.

“Since we’re gonna’ be busy Wednesday and Thursday how’s your day today or tomorrow shaping up for a beer after work?” Jake asked me.

“Today’s pretty good, Dad. I got my work done and starting on what Tom should've done. Don’t know about tomorrow, so we better take what we know is open to us,” I replied.

“Yeah, I’m free after lunch. I can come out here and give you guys a hand, and we can make sure we finish at a decent time,” he agreed.

“Sounds good to me, Dad, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You always do, Son,” he said, pleased with himself.

The rest of the afternoon went like clockwork. True to his word, dad came out and helped us most of the afternoon. He really didn’t have to, we had most of it covered. The guys who were left were good men, and I didn’t seem to have the problems dad had with them. I think they knew I expected a certain level from them, and they didn’t seem to mind meeting it. I got along well with all of them, and helped when I could. I don’t know. Maybe I unwittingly put the fear of God in them when I fired Tom or gained their respect 'cause I would put up with his shit.

Dad seemed to enjoy working with his tools and we were through a half hour before quitting time. I got the new work assignment sheets from Sam and typed them up for the next morning’s work. That was done, out of the way, and we were ready to head for my place. Sam noticed us leaving together and hollered, “Ya'll have fun now, ya' hear?” he said and laughed like he knew where we were going and what we were going to do. I gave him a dirty look then laughed. We got to my place and dad was in a talky mood. We talked for a while, and he didn’t seem like he wanted to fuck, so I asked him if he wanted to relax and let his kid suck him off.

I had that big Italian sausage down my throat in nothing flat. He really seemed to enjoy it, and I thought he would blow my head off when he came. He came a lot and it tasted good. I cleaned him real good and lay with my head in his lap as he sat up in my bed still talking. He had a million things on his mind, and I was his sounding board. He played with the top of my head, and leaned over every now and then to kiss me on the top of it. Finally, he gave a big sigh and thanked me for the blow job.

“You don’t have to thank me, Dad, you know it’s yours when you need it.”

“I know. I just don’t want to be a bastard like I was the other night,” he said.

“You weren’t no bastard, Dad. A little over the top, maybe,” I giggled, “but you were still damn good.”

“Think so?” he asked, like he needed stroking.

“Oh, fuck, old man, you know how I feel about you,” I encouraged him.

“Yeah, I do. I guess I need a little reassurance every now and then,” I walked him to the door, he smiled and snapped his fingers. I fell to his boots immediately and kissed each one. He held his hand down for me. I took it, kissed the back and put it to my forehead. “Rise, Son, and tell your old man, goodbye,” he said quietly. I jumped up, hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, and he did the same.

“Damn, Dad, that was sweet, thanks.”

“I’ll get better, Son.”

“I don’t know how, Dad, you’re pretty damn good like you are,” I said. We laughed, and he was out the door.

“See ya’ tomorrow, Son,” he hollered.

I went to my phone and dialed Jim Red Feather’s number. A deep, masculine voice answered. “Hello.”

“Jim Red Feather?” I asked.

“Beau?” he asked.

“It’s me, Jim. Congratulations, you got the job.”

“I know. Your boss, Sam, called me shortly after noon and told me to report to work tomorrow with my tools. I have you to thank, don’t I?” he asked.

“Sam was impressed with you, too,” I replied.

“But, you were the deciding vote,” Jim said.

“Yes, Jim, I was, and it wasn’t because I think you’re an exceptionally handsome man. You have the qualifications and experience we’re looking for. You would have gotten the job on that alone. The other is icing on the cake, so to speak,” I said and giggled. God I hate it when I giggle.

“When can I see you, alone?” he asked.

“Well, that’s difficult right now,” I replied.

“You have a lover? Is Jake your lover?” he asked.

“No, I have no lover, per se, Jim. It’s kind a’ hard to explain, but I made you a promise I wouldn't lie to you. I’m involved in a relationship that’s not what most folks might consider socially acceptable. I’m pledged to become a slave to a fine man, to ultimately to be owned by him and become his personal property. He will become my master. He's an LAPD motor officer and an exceptionally fine looking man. You look enough like him to be his goddamn brother. That's why I was so frick'n nervous this morning in your interview with your knee up against my leg. Look, I know this may seem very strange to you and difficult for you to understand, but I’m trying to be as truthful with you as I promised I would be.”

“Hot damn! I do understand, Beau. I been trying like crazy to find someone to introduce me to a subgroup of master/slaves I’ve heard about here in the L.A. area by the name of 'McGinnius' or something like that and have come up with zilch. Are you a member of that group?” Jim asked.

“Yes, Jim, I am. It’s McInnis an eye, and they're my family clan. I’m a member of the founder's inner circle of family which I’m very proud of and have the stripes to prove it,” I bragged and laughed, “The training I’m scheduled for is...”

“Slave training, of course. Am I right?” he beat me to it.

“Yes, Jim, you're right.”

“I have to know more as soon as possible. Please, Beau, if I can’t have you then help me with this. I won’t ask another thing, ever. I know it’s a lot to ask from a stranger – that ain't right either – we ain’t strangers, somehow. You know it, and so do I,” he said.

“Tell ya’ what, Jim, lemme’ call my master and see what he says. I just got in and called you first like I promised, but I need to speak with him," I said.

“All right, Beau, I will forever be in your debt,” Jim replied.

I called Master Earl and explained the situation to him from A to Z and told him I didn’t want to do anything behind his back. Did he have any suggestions?

“Have him follow you up here for dinner. We got enough for an frick'n army. Dirk and Allen are coming for dinner, and they can answer questions as well as we can,” he said.

“You sure it’s all right, Master?” I asked.

“Sure, might be nice to have new blood in the family. Especially real American blood. Besides, I think I remember you telling Sam something about a new employee who would be native American who would also become an important member of our family. That’s just downright spooky, Son – but, Hell – I’m getting used to it by now,” he said and laughed. I dialed Jim’s number again.

“Beau?” he asked.

“Yeah, Jim, it's me. What are you doing for dinner this evening? My Master invited you up with me for dinner. Another couple, master and slave, from our family will be there, and you can meet them as well,” I said.

“I’d love to meet your master and the others. I have a bike, too. Where shall we meet? I’m ready right now, showered and shaved,” he said.

“I know where you live from the address on your application. I’ll be by in ten minutes. Just follow me up the hill and pull in after me. I should warn you we have some rituals we observe, but you won’t be expected to follow suit. Just be yourself and relax,” I said.

“Great. See you in ten,” he replied.

I was a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but Jim seemed so genuine I couldn’t help like him. I didn’t fear him. It might be all right. I rode by Jim Red Feather’s apartment, and he followed me up the hill. We parked our bikes and Master Earl walked out in his leathers, drop dead gorgeous as usual. Jim Red Feather was stunned. “Master Earl, may I introduce Mr. James Red Feather. Jim this is my master, Officer Earl D. Shaw.”

Master Earl stuck his hand out and Jim took it in both his hands and shook it firmly. “It’s an honor and privilege to meet you, sir. Thank you so much for the kind invitation to your home. I’m truly honored. What may I call you, sir? I’d be honored to call you Master Earl if it’s okay with you?”

“It is, indeed, young man. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Come in, come in,” Master Earl urged. I quickly took off my coveralls and put them in the washer. I turned the machine on and headed for the kitchen door. Master Earl was holding it for me.

“Thank you, Master,” I said as I entered wearing only my work boots. Jim Red Feather’s mouth dropped to the floor as I smiled and winked at him.

“My slave isn’t allowed to wear clothes in the house, Jim. You wanna’ fetch your collar, Son, then return to tell your master ‘Hello'?" my master asked. I went off to our bedroom, found my collar and leash on his night stand. I returned with it in my mouth and knelt in front of him. He quickly attached it and let my leash drop as a sign to start the ritual greeting. I lovingly kissed each of his boots, found his hand waiting. I kissed it lovingly as well and placed it to my forehead. “Rise my slave and show your master your love,” I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss. “Thank you, Son, I needed that.”

Jim Red Feather was so moved, he got tears in his eyes and turned away so we wouldn’t see him. He bowed his head and walked several steps away from us. Master nodded for me to go to him. I put my arms around the handsome man and held him as he cried in my arms. “That’s ain't fair, Gentlemen. I never witnessed any greater show of giving and receiving love than you two just displayed. It touched something in me I know I must find for myself. Thank you for that. Beau, you truly are blessed,” he said.

“I agree, Jim,” I said softly. He held me away from him and looked at my body closely, noticing my scars. He looked at me, then at my scars again, and examined each with his fingers.

“I could swear that’s my work,” he said referring to the scars. “No one stitched exactly like I did in Nam, and I can see the holes,” he said.

“Chief?” I asked.

“You knew me?" Jim asked.

“I’m Br’er Rabbit. You were the one who patched me up the last time and stayed with me until the evacs got there.

“My God, it is you. I knew we knew each other from somewhere. Oh God, Beau, I never knew your real name,” he started crying again, and hugged me so tight I thought my eyes were going to pop out. I began to cry and kiss him holding him tightly. We became weak in our knees and fell to the floor still clinging to each other. Master Earl was stunned and deeply moved by our emotions. He came over to comfort the two of us. He gently enfolded us within his big arms and held us until we somewhat recovered.

“I only knew you as ‘The Chief’ and never met you until that day,” I said softly to him through my tears, “I never got to thank you for staying with me and placing yourself in danger. I would’ve died if it hadn’t been for you. Oh God, Chief, how can I thank you?” I asked.

“I think you already have, Beau. I got to Nam later than you, and you were a legend among the corpsmen. I was determined to become as great a legend.”

“You did! You got one more heart than I did,” I chided him.

“Yeah, but you blew me out of the water with that star,” he said.

A Harley pulled into the car port. It was Dirk and Allen.

“Excuse me, Gentlemen. Our other guest have arrived, and I must welcome them. Watch,” said Master Earl, “they’ll have more food. I hope you men are hungry,” Master Earl said to us and laughed.

Jim and I got ourselves together, and stood still holding each other.

“Don’t be taken aback by anything Allen says,” I told Jim, “he’s the most innocent of slaves and loves everybody, especially good looking everybodys,” I laughed, “And Jim, don’t be shocked by his body modifications. I’ll answer all your questions later,” I warned him.

Sure enough, Allen held the door for his daddy bear as he carried in bags of take out. Then he fell at Master Earl’s feet and kissed each of his boots. I did the same for big Dirk and Jim got to see the ritual again. This time he drank it in like a thirsty man.

“Master Dirk, may I introduce you to Mr. Jim Red Feather. Jim this is Master Dirk Sorenson,” I said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Master Dirk,” Jim said.

“Pleasure’s mine, Son, good to meet you,” fired back daddy bear.

“We were afraid you might not have enough, Master Earl,” Allen smiled at Master Earl.

“Gosh, you two,” Master Earl said.

I introduced Allen to Jim. Allen immediately hugged and kissed him.

“Beau, he’s gorgeous. He's the native American you saw in the cards yesterday, isn't he? The one whose going to become a new member of our family, right? You're gonna' work with him, right? How're you gonna' keep your hands off him, Beau? You said he'd be good looking but this, he's, well, he's...”

“Allen!” Came a big bear growl from the kitchen, “Clothes?”

“Excuse me for a minute, daddy bear has spoken,” he said and grinned. Jim and I laughed as Allen went to the bedroom to disrobe. I headed for the kitchen, Master Earl grabbed me and turned me around.

“We can handle this. Take your new employee on a tour. When you get back we’ll be ready to eat,” he said.

“Thank you, Master. Come, Jim," I said.

"You saw this in the tarot cards, Beau?" he asked as we followed Allen from the room.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. That's not all there is either," I replied.

"There's more, about me?" he asked.

"I'll tell you a little at a time. I don't want you overwhelmed," I told Jim.

"S'a little late for that, Beau," he replied and laughed. “I’m already overwhelmed, but I'm loving it, so far,”

I led him to the patio and showed him the three decks and pool. Then we went into our bedroom where Allen just finished undressing and Jim caught sight of Allen’s man-cunt. He got the strangest smile on his face and Allen watched him closely. “Allen, you’re beautiful,” Jim said quietly.

Allen ran to him and again threw his arms around his neck. This time Jim picked him up, swung him around, and kissed Allen. Allen was in love again. We did the rest of the tour with Allen in tow. We reached the bookcase where I pressed a button, and it released the lever for it to swing open on hinges. It revealed the secret staircase and we proceeded down. Jim’s eyes were wide when he beheld the panorama of the dungeon. His knees went week under him, and he had to sit on the stairs for a minute.

“Damn, I’ve dreamed of owning something like this for years. I never knew anyone ever made it their reality. This evening has been a revelation.”

“Let’s get back, they’re probably ready for us,” I said.

“Beau, that plug in your butt? Does your master make you wear it to work?” Jim asked.

“Yes,” I answered without elaboration.

“You’re used to it, huh?” he asked.

“Yeah, although you never get totally use to it. That’s the idea, it reminds me of who owns me and who put it there.”

“That is so fucking hot!” Jim said.

Allen, get us two towels for our chairs out of the linen closet, will you, Sweetheart?” I asked.

“Sure, Beau,” he replied.

They were ready for us to sit down to dinner and Allen brought towels for him and me to sit on. Master Earl raised his wine glass. “Here’s to a curious young man who is, as it turns out, my slave’s savior, a new employee of my slave’s company, and hopefully a new member of our family,” he said.

“Hear! Hear!” We all clicked glasses. Jim seemed enthralled with the whole atmosphere. Big Dirk and Allen had questioning looks. Master Earl asked me about hiring Jim, and I told them the whole story. Jim sat quietly until Master Earl asked him about himself.

“I was born and raised on a reservation North of Prescott, Arizona. I was drafted and sent to Nam. I was over there almost four years,” he replied.

“Jim’s a member of the Yavapai tribe, Master. He was in another corpsman unit than mine. We rarely saw each other but waved from Hewey to Hewey. Master Dirk, Allen, this is the man who patched me up and waited with me until the final evacs got there. We never met, face to face, until that day, and we only saw each other once after that from afar. Jim came to see me off to the states, but was late getting to the strip. As the plane taxied down the runway, I saw him waving goodbye to me.”

“Beau was a legend over there, Master Earl. I’ve talked to fifteen or twenty guys since I’ve been back who remember him, and most of ‘em were patched up by him. Every now and then I meet one I patched up. I’ve run in to about twenty, including you, Beau, and there’s always this feeling like I had with you this morning that I knew them before,” he said.

I filled him in on Wes, Breed, and Blaine. He was sorry for Master Earl's sake Wes passed away.

“Oh, he’s still around, Jim. At least he was last night. Tell them, Beau, whether they believe or not,” my master urged me.

I recounted our experience in the dungeon of Wes entering my body to experience our love. I think they believed it because they knew Master Earl was not given to exaggeration.

“My people believe spirits remain sometime for years until they’re satisfied something has been accomplished they want to happen. They describe a small blue ball of light, which, if given permission, may enter another briefly to experience life again.”

“That’s exactly what happened, but it wasn’t the first time. The first date Beau and I had was a Friday night here and Wes entered his body then, too. However, he and Wes were lovers in Nam and shared something very close.”

I told Jim the story of cutting Wes and Blaine out of the bamboo cages and hiding them and four other guys in a cave until we could start back to our lines. Allen and Dirk knew I rescued Blaine and Wes, but they never heard the full story and were full of questions. “We wondered how you and Blaine became so close so quickly. He usually takes some time to warm up to people. It was a year or more before Allen and I could get two words out of him. 'Course now, we can’t shut him up,” Dirk said and laughed at his joke.

“Well, young man, it looks like you’re going to become a member of our family whether you want to or not. You are indirectly responsible for me having this young man as my slave to be; not to slight Wes, who seems to have made it his goal to see us together. Beau was his lover first then I later bought Wes from a slave trainer, the same who will be training Beau. Wes saw to it we met, fell in love, and will become master and slave. How could we deny him some of our love. It was kind of hot, fucking two souls at the same time,” Master Earl said.

“I can see how it might be, sir,” Jim agreed. Big Dirk just shook his head in disbelief.

“Not to pry or put you on the spot, but do you see yourself as a master or a subservient?” Master Earl asked.

“I’m not really sure, sir. With greatest respect, before I met you and came to your home, the only thing I had on my mind was getting into Beau’s ass. Sorry, Bro. To be totally honest, I’ve always fantasized about being a slave to some good master, but never had the opportunity to try. I'm convinced, none of the guys I met in Hollywood know what being a master is all about. One evening with you and Master Dirk, I can see your ideas and way of living is far apart from their individually stylized ideas of SM, master/slave relationships. It’s something I never imagined could exist. I want it for myself. I need to find out if I’m a slave or have master potential,” Jim said.

“Too bad Beau didn’t find you one day earlier,” Master Earl said and we agreed with him, “We had a pool party yesterday and there were – help me guys – how many couples?" he asked.

“About eight,” I said.

“Yeah, seven or eight couples, here, and you could’ve seen what our family is all about,” Earl said.

“That’s true,” Big Dirk said, “we had a great time.”

“My training masters were here. With my master’s permission I would like to suggest we introduce you, and you might wish to spend an evening with him. After one evening with Master Jeb and his partner, I had no doubt what I was or what I wanted. I was much in the same place you are when I met Master Jeb. Except I was a bit more frustrated. I was contemplating checking out. The big “S.” I was so unhappy, I didn’t want to go on living. I’ve come a long way in five weeks,” I said.

“Amen to that,” Master Earl said, “but fortunately you’ve found some gentle, loving, guiding hands to help you along the way.”

“I have, indeed,” I said.

“I’m open to anything, Gentlemen. I begged Beau to introduce me to his family. I knew it existed, but I couldn’t find anybody who knew anyone who was a part of it. At least meeting you and seeing first hand how you live is an inspiration for me,” Jim said.

Let me call Jeb tomorrow and see if I can set up a time for an interview with him. Do you like older, bear-like men?” Master Earl asked Jim.

“God, who doesn’t? Allen’s master here is a prime example,” responded Jim with a laugh.

“Then you’ll get along fine with Master Jeb,” Master Earl said.

“Not to correct my good master, but I fell in love with Master Jeb,” I said.

“We all have,” Allen said.

“Include me in that, too,” my master said.

“Me, too,” Dirk held up his hand.

“Little brother?” I asked Allen, “How about giving me a hand clearing the table and putting the food away. You guys take most of it home with you. We have enough for me to brown bag it tomorrow.”

“Give Jim some to take home with him,” Allen said.

“That’s a nice thought, we’ll pack him some,” I agreed.

“Oh, Beau, he’s so pretty. He looks like Master Earl’s younger brother.”

“Doesn’t he? I knew when he came into the shop today he was the one I was going to hire.”

“What did Master Sam think of him?” Allen asked.

“Same as me, he thought he was gorgeous,” I said and we laughed. Allen was fun.

Master Earl pulled Jim off to the side, and I could see him talking to him seriously. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but I could see Jim had a big smile on his face. He walked back to me, and pulled me aside. “Come with me, Slave,” my master took my leash and led me to the bedroom. He snapped his fingers, and I hit the position. He took a towel and removed my plug then unlocked my collar. “Get in the shower and clean yourself. Jim would like to fuck you, and I’m going to let him. I think the man who saved your life deserves to tear off a piece off that fine little ass with my blessing. So, when you get out, come get him, we’ll be in the spa, and Slave, I don’t have to tell you, make sure you give him a good fuck, understand?” I threw my arms around him and kissed him.

“You are the best of master’s, and I love you very much,” I said.

“Dirk, you and Allen up for the spa this evening?” Master Earl asked.

“Lemme’ check with the missus. Darlin’ you up for laying in the spa with daddy this evening?” Dirk asked.

“That would be lovely, Daddy Bear,” Allen replied.

“You ain’t on the rag are you?" Dirk asked and winked at Jim.

“Oh, you can be so mean,” Allen replied.

“You know I’m just kidding, Sweetheart. That’s the best part about you. You’re never on the rag; a bit of a fuss budget from time to time, but that’s even lovable,” Dirk cooed.

“Come join us, Son, until Beau gets himself ready. He’ll come for you. We don’t have any suits, we don’t use any, so I hope you’re not shy.”

“Gosh, no, sir. Just show me where to put my clothes.”

Master Earl showed Jim where to put his clothes, and he quickly got undressed as the two other men. Jim was a stunning man. Perfectly proportioned body with fine cock and low hanging balls to match. Master Earl smiled and Big Dirk rolled his eyes back into his head after a glance at Jim.

“Where’s Beau?” Allen asked.

“He’s in the shower cleaning himself, Son. I’ve ordered him to give his savior here a good fuck. He’ll be out in a minute to get Jim and while we soak they’re going off to the other bedroom and Jim’s gonna’ fuck Beau’s brains out. Right, Son?” Master Earl grinned at Jim.

“You’re too generous, Master Earl. I can’t tell you what it would mean to me just to be alone for a few minutes with Beau. Our spirits are connected. I’ve never met people like you. Sex doesn’t seem to be such a big thing,” he said.

“I assure you it is,” Big Dirk said, “but that’s one of the benefits of master/slave relationships. It’s easier to share something you know you own and will take home with you than it is in ordinary society.”

“That’s right, Son,” Master Earl spoke, “I’m not giving you, Beau, I’m loaning him to you to serve you, and he will pleasure you or he’ll answer to me.”

“Why am I getting hard just hearing you guys talk about a way of thinking?” Jim asked.

I walked to the patio and reached down to grab Jim’s hand. He looked up at me and then looked at Master Earl. My master just winked at Jim and motioned with his head to take me into the house. Jim followed me, and I held a towel waiting for him. I toweled him down slowly and gently. It was my first glimpse of Jim’s fine body. He was perfectly formed, with a magnificent cock and low hanging balls. Not too much hair on his dark skinned body but a six pack of abs you could wash clothes on. I took his hand and led him into the guest bedroom with the leather bedspread. I closed the door, he took me in his arms, and we kissed.

“Beau, I’ve wanted to do that since this morning. I went home and jacked off twice thinking of getting into you. I feel funny with your master sitting out there. I like him, too. You’re very lucky. I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I promise you’re gonna’ get fucked,” Jim said and grinned.

“I hoped you might,” I said.

I explained how he must take me because of master/slave protocol. Since he was playing master he must take me as his slave. He seemed to have no problem with the idea. After I lathered him up with my spit and cleaned beneath his ample foreskin, he had no problem performing like the master I suspected him to be. He entered me with one swift penetration to the base of his cock. Thanking a master for taking me hard is now ingrained in me, and I didn’t hold back from him.

“Damn, that’s making me hot, Beau,” he said quietly.

“Slave, Master Jim, Slave,” I replied.

“That’s even hotter, Slave,” he responded as he took several long deep strokes into my ass. Damn, he felt good.

“Oh, Master, you feel so good inside me. Take all you want and your slave will give you the best fuck you ever had,” I urged him on. He took me at my word and proceeded to fuck the meanness out of me. I was one sweet little slave when he finally shot his load deep within me. He was another like Big Beryl and Master Jim who had to feel he fucked all resistance out of my sphincter and wouldn’t pop his nuts until he did. The harder he fucked me the tighter I made my ass. The plug was working to give me twice the strength I had before. Finally, I felt the point he needed and relaxed my hole completely. “You’ve opened me up, Master, take the good stuff away from me, it’s yours,” I said.

“I can feel it, Slave, it’s wonderful. I’ve never felt it before, and I’m taking your gift, Slave! Oh! Oh! God! You got me slave! Uuhhgg! Aaaugg!”

“Permission to shoot, sir?” I asked.

“You better get it slave, or I’ll beat your ass,” he growled his reply.

That’s all I needed to hear as I shot a big load on both of us. Damn, he was hot. He collapsed on top of me panting heavily. He relaxed with his cock deep within me. From time to time he would take a slow, gentle stroke which would send me up the wall. He kissed me gently as he took several more strokes to empty the rest of himself into me.

“Thank you, Master Jim, for that good fucking. Your slave is proud to have your come in his gut. I’m honored to have the seed of the Chief within me,” I said. He kissed me again passionately. “Master Jim, please consider something I’m about to say.”

“What’s that, Slave-boy?" he asked.

“Don’t consider becoming a slave. You’re not a slave. Only a master could make love and take me the way you did,” I said.

“I never fucked a real slave before, Beau. You made me feel like a master. In your world maybe that’s what a good slave’s suppose to do,” he pondered.

“You’re right, sir, it’s how a good slave should make his master feel. There are more slaves than there are good masters. I'm not telling you what to do, just consider my words, sir,” I urged him.

“I will, Beau. You’ve been very giving, but I have to tell you, since your good master has been so generous, I have to take you one more time. So, lie back and enjoy. It’ll take me a little longer to get the second one, but I promise, it’ll be worth it,” Jim promised.

“My ass is yours, Master Chief. Take all you need and your slave will put it up for you,” I replied.

“Talk like that eats me up, Slave. I may have seconds and dessert as well,” The Chief was good to his word and fucked me so hard the second time I though I was going to pass out, but I kept meeting each of his strokes until I hit the jackpot of native American spunk. Damn, I could feel him filling me up the second time as I once again blasted against his belly. This time he was laughing and swearing he never experienced a fuck so good in his life.

“How do you come without having your cock played with?” Jim asked.

“It’s a gift I guess, Master Jim, although I know a handful of slaves who can do the same,” I replied.

“Beau, I have to be a member of your family; not just to be near you and your handsome master, but to become a part of something I desperately need for myself.”

“Well, that’s the other part I saw in the tarot cards yesterday for Master Sam,” I said.

“Then, Sam Jenkins is a member of your family clan?” he asked.

“Yeah, he and his slave. What I saw in the cards was you would become a well thought of member of our family. I didn’t think you’d understand at the time.”

“You’re probably right. Come, handsome Slave,” he said, “let’s clean up and get back to the patio so I may return you, and thank your gracious master,” he said. We got into the shower for a minute, and I dried him off. He kissed me one last time with tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Slave. This will have no influence on me at work. You will be my boss, and I’ll never question an order. I would never place you in a compromising or uncomfortable situation. I care too much for you to do that,” he promised.

“You didn’t even have to say it. I know that about you already. I feel great love for you, Chief, and I know we will grow as brothers,” I said.

“God, Beau, you don’t know what it means to hear those words from you. I love you and your master as well. I hope we’ll be friends and buddies for a long time.”

He led me back the to the patio and we got into the pool. Everyone was silent for a moment. Then my master spoke. “Did my slave give you a good fuck, Son?” he asked and smiled.

“Twice, sir. Master Earl, your handsome slave was the best I ever had,” Jim complimented Master Earl.

“Hey, Son, I only gave you a ticket for one ride,” he said and laughed.

“I guess I was greedy, Master Earl.”

“Nonsense, Son, that tells me he did, indeed, give you pleasure, and it’s a reflection on me. He’s my property or will be.”

“I can understand, and I can’t thank you enough for sharing your property with me, sir.”

“Gimme’ a kiss, Son, and we’ll call it even,” Jim kissed my master.

Allen jumped in Jim’s lap and asked, “Can I have one of those?” he asked and giggled.

“Sure, Little One,” Jim kissed Allen, too .

“That was damn good, Jim. You’re not a slave,” Allen allowed. Jim laughed.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Big Dirk asked, as he put a big arm around Jim and pulled him over to give him a kiss. Jim kissed him back with equal verve.

“Of course you’re not chopped liver, it’s just you look so...” Jim paused for a minute.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘mean,’” Allen said and laughed at the frown on his husband’s face.

“Well...” Jim said trying to be diplomatic.

“I know, Kid, but even mean looking bears need a little love’n,” Big Dirk said. Jim saw they were pulling his leg and laughed.

“You’re right, Master Dirk.”

Big Dirk nudged me in the pool and leaned over to speak softly. “Remember the number four I told you last night?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Change that to five,” he said and laughed.

“Message received, Master Dirk, and I couldn’t agree more,” I replied. Allen knew what he was talking about and giggled. Master Dirk tickled him to make him giggle even more.

“Now, stop that, Dad, and kiss me,” Allen ordered. The big bear-man did as ordered. They were cute together.

“Well, young man, I don’t think you’ll have any problem being either a master or a slave. You’re fine looking enough to be either,” Master Earl said.

“One thing that impresses me, is you guys don’t make it seem important one way or the other. You don’t seem to place masters as any more important than a good slave.”

“Where would a good master be without a good slave?” Big Dirk asked.

“They bond, they become a unit. Why would you want to bond with someone you look down upon? There are certain separations that are necessary. You’ll learn about those as you go along, and can make up your mind then. Whichever path you choose, we hope you’ll consider becoming a member of our family,” Master Earl encouraged him.

“I’d be honored, sir. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am by being here this evening. It's opened new worlds for me, and I’m truly grateful,” Jim said.

We spent some time in the spa, and Jim excused himself to dress as he felt he should go. He wanted to get to bed and be at work early. Master Earl and I saw him to the door. He hugged and kissed me, then he stood in front of Master Earl.

“Sir, may I hug you, too?” Chief asked respectfully. Master Earl smiled then laughed.

“Of course, young man,” he replied. He gave Jim Red Feather a big hug and kissed him behind the ear.

“Thank you, Master Earl, I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, Son, come again.”

“I will, sir, when I’m invited. See ya’ tomorrow morning, Beau,” he said and he was off down the hill.

“Thank you, Master,” I said quietly.

“For what?” he asked.

“Helping me out. I didn’t know what to do.”

“I think you have a good, loyal employee on your hands.”

“I feel the same way, sir. By the way, have I told you lately how proud I am to be your slave?” I asked.

“No, but it’s good to hear,” he said, put his arm around me, and we walked back to the spa.

“Talk about a good looking man? Whew,” Big Dirk said, “I must be turning gay.”

“Who wouldn’t find the man attractive, straight or gay?” Master Earl asked.

“I’m with you, Master Earl,” Allen said, “He made my twat twitch.”

“Your ‘twat twitch,’ Allen?” he asked. We all lost it laughing at Allen’s expression.

“I don’t think he’s a slave,” I said.

“I tend to agree with you, Son,” Master Earl replied.

We lay in the spa a while longer and Dirk decided he an Allen had to leave. They thanked us for the dinner they brought, and I sent Allen home with a bag full of food. We sent Jim off with a bag as well. Master and I returned to the spa for some time to ourselves. It was great lying in his big arms in the warm water. We didn’t talk much. He was coming down from the weekend, and the unusual but fascinating things which happened to the two of us. Strange but wonderful things. We were together. We were building memories. He was becoming my family and I his.

I wondered why I needed training. Wasn’t I a good enough slave as is? I really didn’t want to leave him to go through training, but I didn’t know if I should express it or not. I decided not to. I was so lost in his love, all I wanted was to be his possession, to belong to him, and I was willing to do anything, including training, to get there. Somehow, to him, slave training would put the Good Slave-keeping Seal of Approval stamp on his slave. I wondered if he needed that more than me. I had fears I might not end up belonging to him. I tried not to think about it, but the more I fell in love with him the more afraid I became. Oh, sure, I could become some other master’s slave, but now, I wasn’t interested in the challenge anymore. I was in love, and the only master I wanted was Master Earl. Maybe slave training would teach me the necessity of not trying to plan my own future.

We crawled into bed. I was tired from work, fucking my brains out, and the emotional experience with Jim. Master was in a mellow mood and wanted to relax and hold me. That was fine me. We made a little love, and he was ready to go to sleep. I curled up into him with my backside against his front, his arms around me. I cried softly thinking he was asleep.

“Shhuu...!” He whispered pulling me close. “I told you not to think about it.”

“I’m sorry, Master, I thought you were asleep. I’m just afraid.”

“Have faith in me, Beau. Have faith in Wes. Have faith in yourself and lastly, have faith in the great spirits. All will be as you wish, you’ll see. Now, go to sleep and dream of us together.”

“I will master,” I replied.

* * * * * * *

Part II ~ The Week That Was

“Sparrows at a Butterfinger leaving crumbs behind,
Two crows share a Dodger dog wolfing down their find,
My master hands me paper cups filled with ice cold beer,
No one knows that I’m his slave as we all stand up to cheer.”
From: Canto 44 ~ Slave Songs ~ W. D. Dux ~ Posthumous

We were up early the next morning. We showered together which saved time. We usually didn’t do that, but master was unusually loving that morning. We did more loving than cleaning. We hit the high spots and the lower spots. Especially, the lower spots. We had coffee, and he was in good spirits.

“You gonna’ get off on time today, Son?” he asked.

“Don’t know, Master. That’s the price of leadership,” I replied.

“You worried, having to break in a new man today?” he asked.

“Naw, Master, I did that last night,” I said, and we shared a laugh.

“I guess you did at that,” he said laughing, “Have I told you lately, how proud I am to have you as my slave?” he asked.

“No, Master, but you just made my day,” I replied leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

“We’d better take off,” he allowed.

He was in full uniform. I fell to my knees and kissed each of his boots. I found his hand and kissed it as well, placing it to my forehead. “Come, my beautiful slave and tell Officer Masters goodbye,” he commanded in his officer voice. I jumped up, threw my arms around his neck. We kissed a kiss that would hold me through the day.

“I love you, Master,” I said.

“I love you, too, Son,” he replied.

We were off down the hill, and I again followed behind so I could look at him in his uniform and handsome boots. I felt like I was the luckiest slave in the world. We came to my turn off and master pulled in behind me to say ‘hello’ to Sam and Jim. He stopped his motor for a moment, was shaking their hands, wishing them good day when dad walked into the lot. I motioned him over, and I introduced him to Master Earl.

Jake smiled when Master Earl said to him, “Heard lots of good things about you, Jake. I’m glad to finally meet you,” he said with his considerable charm.

“You, too, Officer Shaw, you look like a man who could handle my boy,” Jake said.

They laughed, but Jim looked perplexed. Sam was in stitches. Master Earl pulled on his helmet and was off to work. Jim brought his roll-away tool box on the back of his truck. I already had the assignment sheets done from the previous day so I volunteered to help Jim with his box. As I was helping him, I couldn’t help admire how handsome he was. To think, I had him inside me last night. Life was good.

“When you gonna’ tell me about your dad Jake?” he asked.

“I’ll give you the Reader’s Digest version this morning and the unabridged version later,” I said. I explained about coming in off the street and how hard Jake rode me in the beginning up to the point he followed me home for the first time. “We ain’t lovers. He’s, become my fuck-dad. We fuck maybe twice a week and we’ve grown close,” I said.

“From anyone else, I’d say it was sick, but I think I know how you feel. I can’t help feel a little jealous of him though, but I promise, because he’s special to you, I’ll make a friend of him,” Jim said.

“I’d appreciate it, besides, you might just begin to see the sweet, funny, lovable man he can be,” I replied. I gave Jim his assignment, and he said he could do it. “If I need help I’ll come get you, Boss,” he added.

“Beau, Jim,” I said quietly.

“Okay.”

“Do you mind being called ‘Chief’?” I asked.

“Oh Hell, no. That’s what I was known as in Nam all those years, and I am a Yavapai prince. I’m in line to become a chief. I’d be proud for you to call me Chief. Especially after last night,” he added softly.

“I like that, Chief. You always will be my Chief of the bedroom pow-wow, Jim. Especially after last night,” we laughed.

“By the way, you made a big impression on my master and Master Dirk. You’re also Allen’s new love. I’ll leave you alone and let you get squared away. I’ve got to get the rest of these sheets passed out. See you later, Chief. Have a good day.”

“You, too, Beau.”

Why did my heart feel so full? God, I was walking on air. The other guys noticed it and started calling me ‘short timer.’ They were told I was being recalled by the Navy to do relocation of Vietnam villagers since I knew how to speak the language. It was a perfect cover. I told them I’d rather stay here as they were still killing folks over there. I returned to my bay and got to work. I was finished with my assignment just about morning break and was ready to run in another truck. Dad came around with a cup of coffee for me, and had some more goodies his wife made. Surprisingly, he stopped by Jim’s bay and invited him to share break with us. He shared his goodies with Jim as well.

“Okay, you were right, Kid, I was wrong. Jim was the best man for the job,” he said in front of Jim. “My apologies, Jim,” he said.

“Don’t need to, Jake, I come off sort of quiet. I know I don’t sell myself too well, but I know trucks,” he said.

“I’ll say, he’s finished with that transmission fluid change and adjustment. I checked him out,” Dad Jake confirmed.

“Great, we need to run two more in, because I finished this one,” I said.

“Nice to have a new employee hit the ground running,” Dad said.

“By the way, Dad, you may call him ‘Chief.’ Jim is a real Yavapai prince and will one day become a chief.”

“Hey, that’s great. Sam threatened me with my life if I called you ‘Chief’ without you really being one.”

“Chief also happens to be the medic who saved my life in Nam, Dad.”

“You’re kidding," Jake said.

“No, he’s not, Jake. We knew each other from afar in Nam but never met until I patched him up in the field.”

“Son of a bitch – then you're family, Son,” Jake declared and patted Chief on the back. I had a feeling they were going to be friends.

After break, I went to the office and typed up three new assignment sheets as one of the other men finished his job as well. Sam came around and asked how the new employee was working out, and how did my master know him? I told Sam everything, and he just shook his head smiling.

“See, you little shit,” he said softly, “cards or no cards, I told you, you made the right call. Yoshie was blown away last night when I told him about Jim Red Feather. He couldn’t believe it. I told him it was as much a shock for me,” he said. Sam walked away laughing, “Can’t wait to get home. Yoshie ain’t gonna’ believe this one. Your savior in Nam. Shee-it! Fuck'n unbelievable,” he said and walked off mumbling to himself.

We got off on time as we were getting caught up from being down one employee. Jim easily put out three times the work Tom did. Dad had to get home but promised tomorrow we would get my stuff moved. Jim volunteered his truck to make it in one load if we needed him. Dad thought it was a great idea and looked forward to tomorrow. I told Jim he would get to meet Master Jeb, but either my master or I would call this evening to let him know what Master Earl found out.

“I feel like wonderful new doors are being opened for me through you and your goodness, Beau. Maybe it’s true. What goes around comes around. Maybe your friend Wes is looking out for me, too? Maybe he brought us together again because he knows we need something from each other.”

I left work feeling better than I had in years. I was even whistling as I waved goodbye to Jim when I turned to ride up the hill to Master Earl’s house. My master’s bike was in the carport when I pulled in. He left the kitchen door open. I parked my bike, took off my coveralls, threw them in the wash and started the machine. I turned to find my master standing tall in the doorway looking at me with love in his eyes. My heart melted. He pulled me inside and allowed me to go through the greeting ritual which became so important to me. He drew me to him and kissed me long and hard. I let him have his way with me, so to speak. Hell, what gay man in his right mind would play coy with a drop dead gorgeous motorcycle cop in full uniform when he wanted his way with him?

“Just think, Slave-boy, one whole evening to ourselves. Can you handle it?” he asked with a grin.

“I’ll do my damnedest, Master,” I said with an equally big grin. We laughed.

“I picked up dinner for us.”

“Master, we have all that other food.”

“We’ll eat it or take a bunch to work tomorrow and feed the troops.”

“I could do that; it’s still good,” I said.

“Put on your chaps and vest. I want to see my leather biker-slave parade around for his master with his plugged ass hanging out.”

“Did you get a chance to talk with Master Jeb, sir?” I asked.

“I did. He said to give Jim his phone number and have him call to set up an appointment. I’ll call him in a minute after you follow my dress order and tell him.”

“He volunteered his truck to carry some of my furniture to dad’s and my trunk to Mt. Washington so he might get to meet Master Jeb tomorrow. Could you call Master Jeb back to see if it’s convenient for me to come up to the mountain tomorrow to drop off my trunk?” I asked.

“I could, but I think he’d rather hear from you,” he replied.

“Good point, Master, I’ll be right back,” I said. I dialed Master Jeb’s number.

“Hello,” It was Big Jim.

“Hello, Master Ox, how are you this afternoon. This is Beau calling,” I said trying to sound cheerful.

“Hello, love, good to hear your voice again. How you been?” he asked.

“I’m great, sir. Hired a new man at work Master Earl called Master Jeb about earlier. I need to speak with him about bringing my trunk by there tomorrow evening after work, if it would be convenient.”

“He’s here, just a minute,” he said. Master Jim hollered for Master Jeb.

“Hello, Son.”

“It’s your slave calling, Master.”

“What can your master do for you, Son?” he asked.

“I’m vacating my apartment and need to bring a trunk by tomorrow after work if possible. The young man who Master Earl called about earlier will be helping dad and me. I gave my old furniture to dad for his kids, and Jim volunteered his truck to give us a hand. Is it all right with you, sir?” I asked.

“Certainly, Son, no problem. I’ll be happy to meet him, but I still want him to set up an appointment.”

“I’ll explain it to him, sir, and thank you, Master Jeb.”

“You know you’re welcome, Beau.”

“And Master Jeb?”

“Yes, Son?”

“I love you, sir,” I said.

There was a brief silence on the other end. “You know what I told you the other night? I’m not gonna’ hold back from you anymore, Son. I love you, too, so does your big blue ox.”

I related my conversation with Master Jeb to Master Earl and he wanted to know if I wanted to call Jim. “I think he would feel more included if you called him, gave him the message, and then let me talk to him afterward,” I said.

“You have a good point, too, Son,” he replied.

He called Jim Red Feather, gave him the information, Master Jeb’s phone number and ask about his first day at work. Master Earl gave Jim our phone number as well. He wished him good luck and said his slave would like to speak with him.

“Hello, Chief.”

“Hey, Beau, how you doing, Kid.”

“Now, that I’m home with my collar, leash, and leathers on, I’m doing just fine.”

“Damn, wish I could see that. I will sometime, I’m sure,” he said.

“I’d like that, too, Chief. Master Jeb said he’d be happy to meet you tomorrow, but to call and set up an appointment to talk with him. He’s a wonderful man, Chief. He won’t push you into anything he doesn’t think you’re ready for. Just be honest with him, and he’ll be with you as well.”

“That’s what I’m looking for, Beau. Thank you and your good master for this opportunity.”

“See you tomorrow, Chief.”

“Goodnight, Beau, and give that big cop a kiss for me, too.”

“You got it, Chief.”

“You’re calling him ‘Chief’?”

“He is a Prince of the Yavapai tribe, Master, and next in line to be chief.”

“Makes sense to me,” he said, then laughed.

* * * * * * *
After work the next day, dad, and Chief were at my place. With the two trucks we got the furniture dad wanted and my trunk loaded. I left my bike in the garage and rode with Chief to follow dad to his house. We were going to unload him first, then Chief and I planned to drop by Master Jeb’s with my trunk. Dad’s wife, Anita, met us with iced tea and cookies. She seemed really grateful to get the furniture. We helped unload and placed everything where she wanted. She insisted we stay for dinner, but we told her we had another stop to make on our way home, and they were expecting us. We promised we’d come back another evening for dinner. Dad wanted us to stay longer, but he knew we had things to do. The kids were all over us. They were wonderful. They were good looking children who got the best from both parents.

Chief and I arrived at Master Jeb’s a little after six. He was sitting on the front porch with Big Jim having a beer. We walked up, and I introduced the two of them to Chief. I could tell Chief was taken by Master Jeb, but he was agog at Big Jim. He was much like me. He couldn’t take his eyes off the giant. He did, but I knew he was watching him in his peripheral vision. Maybe I was wrong about Chief. Maybe he was slave material. Master Jeb would know.

We didn’t stay long. We carried my trunk to the attic and placed it among twenty others. I was glad I put a big label on mine. Master Jeb invited us to stay for dinner. I knew Chief would have liked to, but I wanted to get home to my master. I apologized I needed to get back, and Chief went along with it. He had an appointment for Friday evening with Master Jeb anyway. We got back in Chief’s truck and started back to my place.

“I don’t know about being a Master, Beau. I couldn’t imagine anything better than sleeping with that big man.” I was quiet but a thought crept into my mind. What if Chief was the slave Big Jim needed? I didn’t say anything.

“There’s something between the two of you, isn’t there?” he asked. I was quiet.

“I’ll tell you sometime, but I can’t right now. If you decide you want to be a slave don’t go through training like I am. There are enough good masters out there who would take you on and train you as you go. I got talked into training, and I’m not sorry I’m doing it... it’s just...”

“You’re having second thoughts, aren’t you, Beau?” he asked. I started crying and couldn’t stop.

“We’re going to my place. You need to talk. You need a friend right now who ain’t involved with all this shit,” he said.

We pulled up outside his apartment and went in. Chief got me a beer, and it tasted good.

“Lie down with me and talk,” he said. I did as told and unburdened my heart to him.

“Chief, there’s a chance I won’t end up with Master Earl as my master. I’ll be put on the market and sold to the highest bidder,” I lamented.

“You’re kidding,” he said.

“That’s the way it works with this family. It may seem great to you from the outside, but it has some drawbacks.”

I went through the list of possible things that could happen including losing my cock and balls. He didn’t know about that. I told him the story of Dirk and Allen but added Allen wanted it as well. I told him about Billy, Oscar, and Blaine. He was quiet for a moment.

“That would be one reason to want to be a master. However, it does have a certain haunting appeal,” he said shaking his head.

I told him it’s a very seductive appeal. To make sure before he decides one way or another. Also, I made him promise before he told another soul he would tell me first of his decision. He held me and listened for some time as I told him about the possibility of not becoming a slave to Master Earl.

“I have come to love him so much, Chief, I can’t imagine a life without him.”

“I can see the love that passes between you. I can see his aura as it mixes with yours and changes colors. You share colors and change colors together.”

“You can see that?” I asked Chief.

“Yes, quite readily,” he replied.

“I saw his aura in the dungeon the other night." I told him, "It was gold and dark purples with reds and yellows jumping in between,” I related to Chief.

“Golds and dark purples are the colors of love. Why do you think Gold is the ring people exchange? Why do you think the color of royalty is dark purple? To garner or express love. Beau, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You’re right, these things may be a possibility, but there is another spirit very strong with you. It must be Wes. I think I felt him with me last night when I was making love to you. He won’t rest until he knows those he loves will be happy. Trust him.”

“That’s what Master Earl told me last night.”

“Well, let’s get you home so you can go to your master.”

“Thanks, Chief, you’ve saved me again. Please...” I hugged him and we kissed.

“I would be your master until the day you drew your last breath, Beau. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Chief.”

“Look, I’m not kidding myself. You have a wonderful man to be your master. I’m just saying if things were not the way they are, I would make you mine for life.”

“Don’t ever stop loving me, Chief. I saw in the cards the other day I’ll need your help in the future, and you’ll need mine.”

“I’ll be there as I was for you in Nam,” he said softly.

I pulled into Master Earl’s carport and got out of my coveralls. I threw my dirty coveralls into the washer and started it. I turned to walk into the kitchen and there was my master waiting for me. I saw concern in his eyes as he invited me in. We went through our ritual and when he held me I could feel his concern.

“Is there something you need to tell me, Slave?” he asked.

“Just my usual fears, Master, but I’m better now. I’ll be all right.”

“Have you eaten?” he asked.

“No, Master. I hoped I’d be home in time to eat with you.”

“Well, I waited for you, come...” he said.

He led me to the patio where he had a small table sat up with candles, wine, and real plates. It was beautiful. I grabbed him and hugged him.

“This is a wonderful surprise, Master. It looks great. Thank you.”

“We deserve something a little different tonight,” he said. He bought more of the great Italian food I loved. It was a wonderful meal. “Are you all moved out now?” he asked.

“Not quite, Master. I still have Puss to get rid of. I’m hoping Chris will take her.”

“Do you want to keep Puss? We could bring her up here, and I could care for her while you’re training,” he said.

“I didn’t think you’d want a pet.”

“I wouldn’t mind a cat if she's fixed.”

“She’s fixed. Sure, if you don’t mind. It might be kind of nice to have old Puss running around here.”

“Fine, we’ll run down the hill tomorrow evening, pick her up, and bring her up here. I’ll keep her penned up for several days. She’ll forget how to get to her other home and hang around here. So, for all practical purposes, you're living with me now?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, until next Monday.”

“Welcome, Slave,” he said as he grabbed me and hugged me.

The next day at work I was in a blue mood. I threw myself into my work. Dad and Chief picked up on it. I tried to be jovial, but my heart just wasn’t in it. Dad knew I was all moved out, so he didn’t say anything about getting together. Chief talked to me for a while in the afternoon when I came to check on him. I didn’t really need to check on him. He was turning out to be one of the most knowledgeable mechanics in the shop. I found myself going to him for help which he willingly gave.

“Stay strong, Little Brother,” was all he had to say to me. It meant a lot.

Master and I picked up Puss later that evening and she was ‘ho-hum’ about the move. Master Earl recognized my blue-ness and was very attentive. I tried to snap out of it, but it just hung over me like an unwelcome cloud. We made love, and it finally pulled me out of the depths. His cock was medicinal. Chased those screaming green meanies right over the cliff.

Friday was my last day at work. Everything went well all day. I was in a much better mood, and it seemed to translate to everyone I worked with. We put out more work that week than any previous week in the shop’s history. I attributed it to my choice in our new mechanic, Jim Red Feather. In fact, we did so well we were through about an hour and a half before quitting time. All the mechanics gathered around my bay to say goodbye and wish me luck.

Sam brought out a big sheet cake with ‘Good Luck’ written across and several pots of coffee. It was a nice sentiment. Everyone had cake and coffee. Even Joyce and Evelyn, the two secretaries, came out and hugged me to wish me well. They shed a few tears. Dad surprised me by hugging me in front of the other mechanics. Chief put his arm around me and sighed deeply. I knew what he meant. “Can I see you during this time my friend?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Chief. Best to ask Master Jeb when you see him this evening. Remember your promise to me, Chief?” I asked.

“I remember, Beau. I’ll keep my promise. I trust your judgment,” he replied.

“Would you call me after talking to Master Jeb? You have Master Earl’s phone number,” I said. Chief agreed.

I got ready to leave, and I checked with Sam for any final information he might need. He shook my hand for appearances and said he’d see me over the weekend when I brought my bike over to his place. I went to leave and found Chief waiting for me to ride up Sunset together. Everyone else left but Sam and one of the secretaries. Chief put his arms around me. “I know I haven’t known you long. Well, Hell, saving your life goes a long way to establishing a beachhead for friendship. What I’m trying to say, Beau, is I love you, and if you need me or change your mind, keep my phone number. All you gotta’ do is call. I’ll be there in a minute to rescue you,” he said.

“I appreciate that, Jim. You’re a good friend, and you know I love you, too,” I replied.

We hugged and were on our way up Sunset to Hollywood. I waved goodbye, and wiped away a tear as I headed up the hill to Master Earl’s house, my new home for the weekend anyway. Friday night with my master was wonderful. I said goodbye to my old life and was being held in his arms in the spa getting a bit tipsy on a special bottle of Champagne he bought for my last day at work. We had a special dinner he picked up on the way home from work.

I was beginning to pull out of my fear of the future and started to look on it as an adventure. Certainly an adventure better than my past life. I returned my keys to my landlord, and I was officially out. I lay in the warm water of the hot tub with my master. He was holding me against his big chest making love to me from time to time.

“We’re not going to do much tonight but rest and enjoy each other. We’ll celebrate your new life tomorrow night and maybe Sunday evening.”

We lounged around in bed Saturday morning until almost noon. I talked my master into letting me ride him again. It was better without interruption. We spent most of Saturday relaxing and letting Puss get acquainted with her new home. She quickly decided it was considerably better than her last home, the chow was good, and she decided my master was a bit of okay. She made herself at home faster than I did. It was hard for me to feel like I was living there. There were so few of my things to make me feel at home. Surprisingly, Puss helped. She was mine, or the way she looked at it, I was hers. I was sort of scattered to the winds. I would deal with it.

The phone rang and Master Earl answered. “Master Earl. This is Jim Red Feather calling.”

“Good Morning, young man. How are you?” he asked.

“I’m fine thanks, and you?” he asked in reply.

“Fine. What can we do for you?" Master Earl asked.

“Forgive my intrusion, sir, but Beau made me promise to call him after I had my interview with Master Jeb. I was late getting home last night, and I didn’t want to bother you, so I thought I’d wait until now to call. I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Jim said.

“No, not at all. Here’s Beau,” Master Earl said, handed me the phone, and spoke softly, “It’s Jim Red Feather.”

“Hello, Chief, how are you today?” I asked.

“Thanks to you, I’m a lot better,” he said.

“That’s good, I hope you learned some things.”

“I did. I know I can’t be a slave. At least, not by the family’s definition. I’m not saying their concepts aren’t the best I’ve ever come across, it’s just being a slave is not for me. I still couldn’t help but be wowed by Big Jim. I even told him so. I don’t think he was too impressed with me. The point is, I’d rather love and take care of someone like you or another slave who I fall in love with; however, I would fully expect them to abide by the slave guidelines set down by the family; up too and including any body modifications I might require. I guess that’s somewhat of a contradiction with what I said earlier,” he said.

“Not to me it isn’t, Chief. I understand perfectly, and I’m thrilled with what you’re telling me. Tell me more.”

“There really isn’t much more to tell, Beau. I know the best role for me is master, but I still have to work out why I would sub for Big Jim in a minute.”

“Maybe you need to pursue it to find out how you feel.”

“I would if the man showed the least interest, but I get the feeling his heart already belongs to someone else and there ain't no doubt in my mind who that 'someone' is,” he said.

I knew what he was talking about but didn't feel comfortable discussing it in front of my master. “I would love to talk with you further, but it doesn’t seem like time is going to let us. Just don’t do anything too quick, Chief. Why do I feel so damned protective of you? You’re a grown man, and I’m about to enter slave training. What the Hell do I know?” I said in frustration.

“You know more than you think, my friend. Don’t ever underestimate your knowledge and sensitivity. You’ve done wonders for me by just being my friend, and I look forward to many years,” he said.

“Me too, Chief. I do know one thing, though. My master is a good, kind, and generous man. If you need to talk things over or discuss a problem, I’m sure he would be willing to lend and ear and help if he can,” Master Earl smiled and nodded his head in approval.

“Remember what I told you yesterday afternoon, Bro,” he asked.

“I remember, Chief,” I replied.

“I meant every word, still do; understand?” he asked.

“Yes, Chief, and thanks,” I replied.

“I love you, Sunshine,” he said quietly.

“You know I feel the same, Chief.”

“Now put your master back on,” he said. I handed Master Earl the phone.

“Yes, Son?”

“Master Earl, thanks for letting me speak with your good slave. The two of you have been generous and kind to me, and I just wanted to express my appreciation again.”

“You’re welcome, young man, glad to help. Have a good weekend.”

“Thank you! You, too, sir, bye,” Jim said.

Saturday afternoon Master Earl called Sam to see when I could bring my bike over to their garage. We already discussed if they wanted us to come for brunch or dinner we would accept; sure enough Sam invited us for brunch the following Sunday morning.

Saturday evening was wonderful. We played in the dungeon and it was one of the most successful times my master and I spent together. We enjoyed each other with no visitations from the living or the dead. I was worried about how I would report to Master Jeb’s Monday morning. The way Master Earl’s rotation at work occurred he had Monday off again. He said he would deliver me to Mt. Washington. He called Master Jeb to see what time he expected me. He was flexible and said any time before noon.

Late Sunday morning Master Earl got his other Harley out of his garage and I followed him on my bike to Sam and Yoshie’s. They lived on the opposite side of the lake. They live on the highest point on the other side of Silverlake. They have a beautiful rambling home. There was plenty of room in their garage to store my bike. I locked it and handed Sam the keys in case he needed to move it for any reason. He placed them on a nail next to the door. I felt sort of sad to see my bike covered with a dust cloth.

“Oh, by the way, Mr. Foreman, I invited one of your workers to join us for brunch. Didn’t think you’d mind,” Sam said when he had me alone. “To tell the truth, it was your good master who urged me to. He had a feeling the two of you had some things to talk about. Earl is gonna’ be a good master for you, Beau. He’s very much in tune with you and your needs without you asking,” he said.

I hugged and kissed Sam. “You’re right, Sam, I just get so damn frightened I may not end up with him for a master. I know the things you’re saying and I agree. I love him so much it hurts.”

“Don’t borrow trouble from tomorrow, youngster. Don’t let fears dull you to the joy you’ll receive from training.”

“Good advice, Master Sam, I’ll try.”

Jim Red Feather arrived a little later with a nice bottle of wine for Master Sam. He met Yoshie and was again agog at Yoshie and I with no clothes. He was in good spirits.

“I’m gonna’ have to get use to slaves with no clothes. I find it a wonderful tradition, and I certainly don’t mind admiring everything. You know, once you’ve been exposed to it for a while it seems to be more natural than living with clothes. I could probably be a nudist real easy,” he declared. Everyone laughed at his honesty.

I helped Yoshie with the food and getting it to the table on the patio. Yoshie and I fit together like a hand in a glove. He was delightful, charming, and had a wicked sense of humor. He kept me laughing all afternoon. We sat down to brunch and Master Sam made a toast. “Good journey to our new slave in his training. May you find the secrets of your heart,” he said. We clinked glasses, and I thanked Master Sam for his sentiment.

“Well, Chief, ” Master Sam said, “how did your interview with Master Jeb turn out?” he asked.

“He’s a fine gentleman, but he determined I’m not slave material. He felt I would be more comfortable and happier as a master. I somewhat agree with him, but...”

“You have some reservations because of your attraction to other men like Dirk and Big Jim?” Master Earl asked, to my surprise.

“Yes, sir. I have to be honest and tell you I would sub for Master Jim or Master Dirk in a minute. I can’t figure it out. If I’m a master...” Chief shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

“Seems like a conflict of interest, don’t it, Son?” Sam asked.

“It’s a little confusing, sir,” Jim picked at his eggs. Sam winked at Earl.

“Maybe we can help, Chief,” Sam said, “Don’t think for a minute because I’m a master and play the part I’m not attracted to and haven’t subbed for another man. There’s one old man in the desert who you will meet later, the patriarch of our clan, I have submitted to many times and love as if he were my own dad. You mentioned interest in Big Jim. Well, I’d bet any man sitting at this table, master or slave, would consider Big Jim Johnson a real ball scratcher. He’s an animal, ain’t no doubt about it. He drips alpha-male pheromones. Few master’s in our group haven’t considered submitting to him at one time or another. Same goes for Dirk except he was initially straight and only has eyes for Allen. However, lately, he’s expanded his horizons to Blaine and Beau.”

“And now, Chief,” I said smiling at Chief.

“Really?” Sam asked rhetorically, “Well that’s a new one on me. Maybe old straight Dirk is loosening up a bit," he said.

“Let me share something with you Beau already knows, but I don’t think Sam and Yoshie do,” Master Earl said, “I asked Master Jeb to train me as a master and he agreed, but the only way he would consider it was for me to take slave training for three months. His idea was, if I could get through slave training I would know how to be a good master. I did, and got through it. It wasn’t easy, but I still think of the old man today as my master. I refer to him as master in private. I’m not ashamed to tell you this today. There was a time I didn’t want anyone to know I’d gone through slave training; however, now I’m proud I did and the experience contributed greatly to me becoming a fairly competent master. As far as Big Jim is concerned I would have bedded him in a minute as an equal partner, but don’t think I could sub for him. Of course, I’ve gotten to know and love him on a different basis. He was Wes’ uncle,” Master Earl said.

“Once you own a good slave, one you can fall in love with and want to take care of, those thoughts or cravings become less important,” Master Sam said. “Right now, you see all these men you’ve never been associated with before as potential experiences. You’re like a kid in a candy store. There’s all sorts of possibilities out there that may or may not be available. What most of us come to learn is, we need an experience with someone who’s going to bring you the greatest happiness over the long run,” Sam said.

“It’s interesting you men would share these things with me. I’m really touched. I never found a group of people who were more honest and giving than you’ve been with me,” Chief said. He was obviously moved. I was sitting next to him and put my arm around him. He regained his composure. “Thank you, Gentlemen, that does answer some questions for me. I don’t need to fear natural urges, I only have to keep sight of what I want,” he said.

“Bravo,” Sam said.

“Exactly, Chief,” Master Earl encouraged him. We’ll have you meet the patriarch of our family as soon as possible. And that patriarch just happens to be the man Sam mentioned earlier. His name is Beryl and I have no doubt he will find you a necessary person for our family. You’ll have all the encouragement and support you can handle, or maybe I should say, all you can stand,” he said and grinned. Everyone laughed.

I rolled my eyes back in my head and winked at Master Earl. “Guess who’s gonna’ eat Chief, alive?” I asked them.

“Blaine,” Sam, Master Earl, and Yoshie said in unison.

We spent a wonderful afternoon with Sam, Yoshie, and Chief. Yoshie managed to quell some of my fears about training telling me it was one of the greatest experiences of his life. It helped define the person he is today. He got tears in his eyes when he spoke of Master Jeb and Master Jim. He felt sure no better men walked the Earth. I already felt the same. We stayed well into the late afternoon, but I could tell Master wanted to get home so I whispered in his ear I was ready when he was. Chief made excuses and decided to leave at the same time. We hugged, kissed, and Yoshie pulled me aside.

“Don’t be surprised if Master Sam pays a deposit to bid on you. If he gets to have you for a weekend, he’s doing it for your master. Several other people may do the same. That’s the way the game is played. You’ll probably get to see your master more than you thought. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but I’ve seen how down you get when you talk about leaving him,” he said in confidence.

“I love you for that, Yoshie. It means a lot. I had no idea that’s the way things worked. No one’s told me much about what to expect. I won’t be so fearful anymore,” I said.

“Just don’t mention to Sam or Master Earl I told you," Yoshie pleaded, "Us slaves gotta’ stick together, Beau. They don't teach you that in slave training but your fellow slaves will,” he said, winked, and laughed as he gave me a kiss.

“You have my word, Bro. I won't say a thing,” I whispered to him in return.

Chief hugged, kissed me and Master Earl, thanking him and Sam profusely. He hugged, kissed and thanked Yoshie.

He returned to me. “Well, Tiger, I’m so grateful to Master Sam and Master Earl for inviting me today. They answered a lot of questions for me, and I feel better,” he said.

“Me, too, Chief. I’ll be thinking about you,” I said.

“I’ll be checking with your master from time to time to see how you’re doing. I’ll be thinking about you, too, Sunshine. You know I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too, Chief,” I replied.

We rode around the lake together. Me on the back of Master Earl’s Harley and Chief on his Norton. I waved as we turned to go up the hill to master’s and now my place. I waved goodbye to a good man who would become a major, important person in my life. I saw him in the cards. My heart felt lighter I had his love and protection. He deserved to be a part of our family. He thought like they did. He was not afraid to be strong when he needed to be, yet he wasn't afraid to be tender and vulnerable. Above all, he knew how to be a man.

We got home, and I took off my clothes. I asked master if we could get into the pool for a while. He thought it was a great idea and we lounged around the pool with a drink in our hands. Lying in the shallow end on top of him with his hands resting on me made me feel like a little boy, his little boy. It was a great feeling, and I laughed as I told him how I felt.

“That’s the way I’d like for you to feel, my faithful slave-boy. I rather enjoy feeling like your ‘daddy.’ That’s part of the crossover of master/slave relationships. It’s felt, passing between a master and his slave, and some express it. Look and Allen and his Daddy Bear,” he said and we laughed.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I think of you that way sometimes, Master?” I asked.

“Certainly not. As long as you don’t lose perspective of our original commitment to each other. I rather enjoy referring to you as ‘son’ and have wondered if you might start referring to me as ‘dad’?”

“Not without your permission, sir,” I said.

“Well, you have it, Son,” Earl said as he hugged me closer and kissed me behind my ear.

“That was really nice, Dad,” I said, turned, and kissed him to seal the decision. I could feel his snake responding to the intimacy. So was mine in a big way. It didn’t go unnoticed by him. I also knew I was going to get the fucking of my young life that evening. We got out of the pool, fixed some leftover food and set down to eat. The phone rang. Master Earl got up to answer. “Hello.” He was quiet for a few minutes. “No, that’s fine. We’ll wait. Give me a call when you get home and we’ll head over. Fine, see you then. That was Jeb. He’s gonna’ be busy all day tomorrow and could I bring you over later in the evening? He’ll give us a call when he gets home. So, you’ll have to put up with me a while longer,” he said with a grin.

I knew he meant it to be funny and well met, but it struck a chord in me that broke my heart right at that moment. Tears came to my eyes. I almost started crying. “I would never be, ‘just putting up with you,’ Master. I love you so damn much it hurts. I don’t want to leave you at all,” I said on the verge of tears.

He grabbed me, held me, and comforted me. “That was pretty insensitive of me. I’m sorry, Beau. Even master’s can make fools of themselves. Forgive me,” he apologized. I did immediately.

“Oh Hell, Master, I‘m just overly sensitive. I’m on the brink of a cliff, and I don’t know where I’m going. I know I don’t want to leave you but I have to.”

“You’ll do fine,” he encouraged.

“Why is it when I call you ‘dad,’ it feels different?”

“That’s rhetorical, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I know why it feels different.”

“Sure, it’s 'cause you love me that way.”

“I do, indeed love you that way, Dad,” I confirmed.

That night was the most wonderful night I spent with my master since I knew him. We played in the dungeon half the night and ended up in the spa in the wee hours of the morning. I was beginning to really like the spa. That’s when I could be the most close to him, and we could whisper outrageous things to each other.

We finally went to bed exhausted. The spa took it out of us to say nothing of the five major fucks he threw into me. It was like our time together was fast coming to an end and we were two squirrels trying to store up nuts for winter. Master Earl fell asleep quickly, and I was close behind. I woke up in the night and felt him entering me slowly but surely. I couldn’t believe it. He was sound asleep. I lay still and felt him slowly putting more in me. I relaxed and thought about helping him, but I wanted to see if he was awake. I wanted to know if he knew what he was doing, or if he was dreaming. He kept on until he was completely in me. I wasn’t going to complain. He felt wonderful.

I must have lain there for an hour or more waiting to see what he was going to do. Then, I felt him breathe deeply and take a long deep stroke in my ass. He held it in me tight and then started a soft snoring sound. He was still asleep. He was fucking me in his sleep. Talk about sweet dreams. He took several more good, long, deep strokes and then started a steady slow undulating rhythm. He kept it up for almost an hour when he shifted gears just like he would do if he was awake and started up the hill. Master Earl increased his pace slowly until I knew he was close. He pumped three long, deep, hard strokes into me and held the last one as I felt his flow begin. I couldn’t hold it anymore and shot, and shot again. It was so hot. He never woke up. I went to sleep again with him inside me and woke with him rooting around inside whispering in my ear. “It was nice of you to crawl on my dick this morning,” he said.

“Uh, Master? You don’t remember fucking the b’jesus out of me?” I asked.

“No.”

“Sir, you slipped it into me after we went to sleep. I just lay still waiting to see what you would do. You fucked me to climax and never woke up,” I said.

He was quiet for a moment. “Wes used to swear I did the same thing to him, but I never believed him; however, after his operation he soiled the sheets with his come. The only way he could come was with me fucking him.”

“Well, look...” I held up the sheet next to me with the stains.

“I hope I enjoyed it,” he said and laughed

“Well, if you didn’t, I certainly did,” I replied and laughed too.

“You want to try for one more?” he asked.

“You own my ass, Master. You don’t have to ask. If you’re asking would it please me? Hell, yes, I’ll take all you can give me, Master, anytime,” I replied.

He rolled me on my stomach and let his animal loose on me. When he finally came he rolled me on my side and grabbed my cock. He pumped it three times, and I erupted all over my own chest. He felt my sphincter spasm and shot his load again way up inside me. We were spent and both laughed at our excess. It was Monday, but I wasn’t hurrying to get ready for work. It felt strange.

Puss was underfoot wanting to be fed. I took her to the kitchen and fed her while Master Earl got into the shower. I joined him. I was getting good at scrubbing his back. He liked it, too. He even let me wash his snake. The man had the most handsome penis I ever encountered. Not only did it fuck like a Cadillac it was styled like one as well. His eyes stayed the same dark violet-purple color for several days now, and I asked him about it.

“I don’t know why they change color, but I’ve noticed when I’m happy, content, in love, and life is going along smoothly, they get darker and darker. There were times in the past they almost lost all color and were a pale white with a violet tint. Weird looking,” he said. He certainly wasn’t weird looking to me. “Since we have some time let’s do something special today. You want to take in a Dodger’s game?” he asked with enthusiasm like a little boy.

I followed the Dodgers but never went to a game. “That would be great, Dad,” I said like a young boy to see what response I got. He laughed and kissed me.

“That’s my boy, Son. We went to the game and had a wonderful time. Some of the team remembered him, and he introduced me to several. They were perfect gentlemen and knew Wes died some time before. Several attended Wes’ funeral. They were thrilled to see Master Earl with someone new he seemed to be happy with. Most all of them were straight men, but living in L.A., they knew the score. You respect them, and they’d fall all over themselves to be nice to you.

We got back home in the late afternoon. We stopped and picked up some more Chinese at Lee’s. Master asked it I wanted to invite Chief up for dinner, and I said no, I only wanted to be with my master. We finished dinner, and I put everything away. Master insisted we get into the pool again, and I was ready. We swam for a while and ended up in the shallow end of the pool with him holding me and gently playing with me.

“I’m gonna’ tell you something, Beau. I know Wes is around, and he’ll probably hear what I’m telling you. Don’t care. I loved him with all my heart. I never held anything back from Wes. You love people differently. My love for you is as solid and strong as any I had with Wes. I won’t compare the two of you. You can’t compare loves anyway. It’s like apples and oranges.

"I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m proud of you making this effort to enter training. I know you’re ready to throw up your hands and run the other way. I know you’re frightened, unsure, but if for no other reason than your love for me, I’m asking you to see it through. You’ll understand why when you finish. It’s something you’ll never forget, and you’ll thank me later for encouraging you. You will become my property. Never lose faith your master will be counting the days until your sold to him. I, too, have my dreams for us. Like today, we had fun at the game, and I was pleasantly surprised how much you know about baseball. Most gay men don’t. Baseball is one of my passions, and I know you’ll share it with me.

"I’ll be allowed, one maybe two weekends with you, but I know my family well enough to know they’re planning on placing deposits to bid so they can surprise us and get us together. Jeb knows it, too. He’s no fool, but he doesn’t care. He gets the non-refundable deposit so he makes out. It’s more than that with him though, it’s been a good system for a master interested in a prospective slave to try him out. You know the old saw, ‘You wouldn’t buy a pair of boots unless you tried them on first.’”

“I guess I’ve been thinking if everyone tells me I’m a natural slave why the Hell do I need three months of training? I could be spending that time serving you, seeing to your needs, and loving you,” I said.

“I know, it does seem like a conundrum, but trust me, it is necessary. Let me put it this way, to become the slave I need, you have to go through this training. I’m not trying to be mean. I’m just trying to express to you how important it is to me for you to go through training. Remember my strong stand about a master/slave contract? Consider this similar. To be my slave it’s something you must do.”

“I understand, Master. Not only because I love you, but because I would do anything you asked to become your complete slave. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. You’re the only person in my life who's ever asked me to make a commitment of any kind. Wes never asked for a commitment. He never questioned my love for him after the night in the cave. He still doesn’t. When his spirit entered me the other night it was like my whole being wrapped around him, protecting him, caring for him, and loving him. He ejaculated with me when I finally released us. It was him, and it was me, but it was him what hit you in the eye,” I said and roared with laughter.

“Yeah, likely story. Dad can’t tell which child to punish,” he said and grinned.

“How ‘bout both?” I asked. We laughed. “You know he was inside me that first night you whipped me? He stayed with me and made love to me outside the reality of the dungeon. He was so buffed I didn’t recognize him. Don’t worry, Master. He just told me I won’t be alone in slave training. He’ll be there with me.”

Master Earl looked into my eyes and knew Wes was within me. He kissed the visitor within my body and tears welled in his eyes. Earl felt himself falling into Wes like he’d done a thousand times before. The phone rang by the pool jarring him from his reverie. “Hello, Jeb,” he answered, “Yeah, we went to a Dodger’s game today, and just got back a while ago. We’re in the pool right now. Fine, how ‘bout an hour and a half. Eight? We’ll be there with your package with a nice bow on top. No bow, huh? Okay, see you then,” he said and put the phone back.

“They’re looking forward to seeing you, Son,” my master said.

“I know, and I’m looking forward to seeing them. Hold me for a minute, Master, and kiss 'me' this time,” I said. Master Earl started laughing and choked on the pool water.

“No one would believe this conversation if I ever told them.” He took me in his arms and kissed me so tenderly and passionately I thought I was going to piss in the pool.

He delivered me on time and waited by his Harley as Jeb and Jim came out to say ‘hello.’ Master Jeb asked him in, but he declined. Master Earl told them he wanted to get home feed his new ward, Puss, and go to bed. That’s when Puss got the name ‘Montgomery.’ Monty for short. Master Earl hugged and kissed me one last time. He told me he loved me. He left and headed down the hill. I watched until I couldn’t see him anymore, then turned away to be comforted in Master Jeb’s arms.

He understood it was a huge adjustment in my life. I left my past life behind. He’d seen it many times before. He was a kind, loving man. He was, now, my master. I loved him. He knew and understood. My other training master also welcomed me with his big arms and a gentle kiss that communicated so much it started my waterworks. I made a promise to myself I would be strong. Neither Master Jeb or Master Jim were disturbed by my tears.

They were genuinely concerned for my feelings; however, they allowed their silent strength to communicate their resolve to be there for me. They were two big men, in all respects. I grew to love them and trust them completely. With their help, I spent the last month preparing myself for this moment. I walked up to the door of my future, knocked, the door was opened, and I walked through. They were there, as my family, to love me, and bid me welcome. When I stopped feeling sorry for myself long enough to reflect, I didn’t really leave a Hell of a lot in Kansas. To Hell with the past, I didn’t need it anymore. Hello, freedom. Goodbye, yellow brick road.

End of Chapter 17 ~ The Ties That Bind
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