THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 19 ~ Sojourner

Part I ~ The Love Of Angels

In the midst of pain an angel took my mind,
into a quiet room removed from demon horrors,
no pain, nor hurt, in this place removed from time,
he loved me, held me close and cried for my tomorrows.
From: Canto 8 ~ Slave Songs ~ W. D. Dux

I was again set adrift into the unknown. Occasionally, I would be treated to music. Complete works of classical music would come flooding into the small speakers in the ears of the hood. I didn’t know if this was part of my training or for relaxation. Whoever chose the selections had me at their mercy. I recognized almost everything they played except one piece which kept repeating over and over like a coda at the end of each work. It was haunting. It had the ethereal quality of some of Bartok’s night music. Darkly foreboding yet utterly sensual. I listened to Poulenc’s Stabat Mater. His Gloria and Organ Concerto. Followed by a piece that sounded like Bach with wrong notes: Hindemith’s Kammermusik 7 Organ and Winds. They must have played eight or nine complete works. One of the most uplifting was Sibelius's Fifth Symphony; a glorious work.

They fed me again, a wonderful soup broth, but this time it was different. Someone went to a lot of trouble to make sure the broths were tasty. It tasted liked a war-wonton soup from Lee’s kitchen. It was delicious. I was tired and drifting off to sleep. I hoped they would let me rest. They did for a good while. I had no idea how long as I was fast asleep when they were getting ready to feed me again. I made a guess of approximately six hours. I ingested so much liquid in the form of soup broth I had to piss like a race horse. Master Jim instructed me to let go as arrangements were made. I hoped so as I let forth a stream that would rival the  Johnstown flood or like cowboy are wont to say: like a cow piss'n on a flat rock.

My confidence level was high. I felt like I was going make it through, no sweat, although I was beginning to get a bit cramped. It must have been the wee hours of the morning. The two big masters were snoozing on the king size leather covered futon. Blaine was keeping watch. He moved swiftly over to his old man, Beryl, and gently shook him. “Dad, wake up! You gotta’ see this,” he said quietly. Blaine gently shook his master awake. Big Jim awoke concerned for his charge.

“What is it, Son?” Beryl asked in a less than wide awake tone.

“Dad, the small blue light, the one Master Earl told us about on the phone the other day, it’s here. Come, see for yourselves. It came flying down the stairs, buzzed around my head and touched me on the cheek. It’s Wes, he kissed me. The moment he touched me, I knew. I knew beyond a doubt it was Wes,” Blaine said excited.

“Calm down, Son. Where’s this light?” Master Beryl asked.

“There, in the corner. I see it,” the Dungeon Master said.

“Blaine, get Jeb for me,” Big Jim barked his order.

“Sure, Master Jim, right away,” Blaine replied. He was away in a flash.

“Let’s sit in the chairs here, Beryl, so’s not to frighten him,” Big Jim suggested.

The men no sooner sat in the big overstuffed chairs when the light began to move. It buzzed around Big Jim first and touched him lightly on the cheek then it did the same to Big Beryl. Beryl sucked in his breath like a new born infant. “Holy mother of God!” he exclaimed, “It is Wes’ spirit, I can feel him all the way through my body and soul,”

“Me, too, Beryl. It’s wonderful,” Big Jim agreed quietly. He was in awe as he watched the light retreat to the corner again and seemed to sit on the cold floor.

Blaine returned with Jeb.  Jeb saw the blue light glowing in the corner and stood next to the two men in the chairs dressed only in his bathrobe. “Has it tried to communicate with either of you?” Jeb asked his friends.

The two big men looked at each other and started giggling like school boys. “He did the same to us, he did to Blaine. Flew ‘round our heads three times and kissed us on the cheek. It’s Wes, no doubt about it," Big Beryl commented with the Dungeon Master nodding his head in support.  

“Maybe he’s frightened and doesn’t know how we’ll accept him,” said Jeb. He went over to the corner and squatted down on his haunches near the light but not crowding it. “Come, Son, you’re loved here. You’re welcome. No one’s gonna’ harm you. Don’t sit on the cold floor. Hop on my hand and let me hold you,” Jeb said softly.

The light spun in a circle on the floor then up and around Jeb’s head three times and bussed him on the cheek. The old man chuckled at the familiarity of a smell, a pheromone, an odor, a presence that filled him. It was unmistakably Wes' essence. It came to rest on the palm of his cupped hand.

“He has weight; a certain mass; I can feel him!” exclaimed Jeb as he walked to the group with Wes’ in the palm of his hand. He set in one of the overstuffed chairs and gently lowered Wes’ light to the arm of the chair. The light spun around a couple of times, bounced up and down and then rested. It seemed happy, they laughed, and felt more comfortable. “Don’t worry, Son, Big Jim is taking damn good care of our boy. So is Beryl and Blaine. Billy and Oscar will be hear later this morning with Master Burt. Your master will be here a little later to check on him,” Jeb said. The light glowed brighter in intensity. Master Jeb put his hand gently on top as if to pet him and drew in a sharp breath. “Wasn’t expecting to actually feel anything but he has considerable mass; I can feel Wes. Don’t know how to explain it but he’s here,” he said.

“May I pet you, Nephew?” Big Jim asked sheepishly of the light. It moved swiftly over to the arm rest of Big Jim’s chair. “I guess that’s a ‘yes,’” he said and laughed nervously. Big Jim gently placed his huge hand over the light, felt, and petted Wes’ essence.

Master Beryl had to try, too.  This time the light landed right on his big lap and Beryl let out a laugh you could hear for a mile. He gently felt and petted the light. Then the light flew up to the ceiling and shot swiftly over to Beau and landed on his back. It made an up and down motion.

“He wants someone to push him into Beau,” Blaine said.

“Not without Beau’s permission,” Big Jim said in an official protective manner. “I’m official dungeon master here, and I’m responsible for our boy. Let me ask him,” he said. Big Jim got on the microphone connected to the earphones in Beau’s hood. “Slave,” he spoke gently, “this is your Dungeon Master. Are you awake?” he asked.

Green light.

“This is going to sound strange, but Wes is here, and is asking permission to enter you. As dungeon master and your protector I can’t approve it without your permission. Is it all right with you?” Big Jim asked.

Green light.

Master Jim shrugged at the other three men, placed his hand over the light and gently pushed. Beau’s entire body began to radiate blue and orange auras like St. Elmo’s fire on a ship. He was beautiful and radiant. Almost like a leathered angel. The four men stood in awe. “Now there’s a sight you don’t see ever' day,” Beryl said softly. The rest chuckled at his low key statement.

“How many people have ever witnessed communication with the dead?” Big Jim asked rhetorically.

“You really couldn’t call him dead if he’s still a sentient presence,” Jeb speculated, “Maybe, out of phase with our reality,” he speculated.

“Sure makes me feel better about a hereafter,” Big Beryl said.

“Yeah, me, too,” Blaine agreed.

* * * * * * *
I felt Wes enter me. Again I took a big deep breath of air for him. I could feel his warmth and love being inside my body all trussed up like Christmas goose. He found my plight as erotically stimulating as I did. I felt completely relaxed with my old friend. “Now, about that piece of pussy you offered me earlier,” I said to him.

Wes threw back his handsome head and laughed. “You ain’t changed a bit. Not that I ever want you to. You were always tops in my book, love, and yes, I’m here to give you a piece of my pussy you didn’t get to have when I walked on this planet. They gave me sexual ability for a while to adjust because of what I was robbed of as a child. Damn nice of ‘em, if you ask me,” he said.

“Who is 'them' Wes?” I asked.

“You want the long explanation or the Reader’s Digest condensed version?” he asked and grinned.

“Let’s try the R.D. version,” I replied.

“They’re God’s children,” Wes said.

“Angels?” I asked puzzled.

“Not exactly. They’re children of the universe, like you and me. I’m not fully fledged yet, but I’m working on it. I can get away with a lot more than someone who’s become a full member. I will be soon enough if I’m a good boy. Then I’ll be assigned someone to look after for a period of time until some of their friends or loved ones pass, then they’ll relieve me. After that, I might be assigned to an advisory board made up of many folks I’ve watched over. We’ll suggest judgments and good thing, but their outcome will be with 'its' final approval.”

“Its?” I asked.

“Well, yes. It’s hard to explain, but what we call God is neither male nor female nor is it only one, yet it’s both and all. And, Hon-neey, can that female side pitch a bitch. Woah dogies! You don’t even want to be around when that happens. A few of the archangels have seen it and tell some horrible stories. Doesn’t sound pretty. Day of wrath, fire and brimstone stuff. Buuurrr! Really scary shit. Could Steven King steal some ideas from it? May as well, everyone else has stolen from him from time to time,” Wes said and laughed.

“Then God doesn’t condemn us for being gay?” I asked.

“Must not, Brother, I’m here. He made us in his image just like he did all them breeders. Do you think God would create anything imperfect? You're perfect as you are, especially to God. Furthermore, God don’t condemn any kind of love as long as it’s consenting. Only ‘people’ condemn each other when they pervert his word. Those sanctimonious son's of bitches are the ones who are gonna’ be in big trouble when they try to get here wearing all their finest piety. Piety don't amount to much on this side," Wes said.

“Are you an angel, Wes?” I asked.

“We’d all like to think of ourselves that way, but no, Darlin,’ I ain’t. Ain't got me no wings and won’t have none neither. Children of God don’t really need ‘em. I can go anywhere I like just by thinking about it. What do I need with wings? Although, I will have to admit, Michael, the big guy, is one sexy Dev,— excuse me, angel. Damn, he’s like Billy and Oscar. He’s a eunuch, but he’s a very handsome, masculine angel. He gives the term ‘alpha-male-sans-cock’ new dimensions.

“If he had a pee-pee I’d suck him off in a minute. I can’t figure out why God would make him sexless, then make him so sexy by giving him a permanent five o’clock shadow. And, his wings?Talk about your Big Bird. Woah! His wings stretch approximately twenty-five feet from tip to tip. Few planes can boast that. I never considered wings could be sexy but Michael gave me a lift the other day and boy was that a thrill riding in the big angel's arms. No one knows why the Big Bopper made angels sexless. Maybe they came from a master-slave race of winged warriors who neutered their partners because there was only room for one set of tackle in the family. For the most part, they're really nice, polite, caring, loving, gentle souls; however, they can be a pretty fearsome lot if need be.

“Michael can be Hell on wheels according to a few rumors I’ve heard. I wouldn’t want him mad at me. Not much chance. I give him lots of love I learned here. I got our master, you, Master Jeb, my uncle, Cowboy, and dad Walker to thank for that. I really like Michael and he’s taken a shine to me, I think. I’ve slept in his arms a few nights. There’s no greater feeling of security than when you’re in the arms of an archangel and he folds those big wings around you. It’s heavenly. One of his mates watched over me when the demon did those horrible things to me. You remember, the one who taught me to escape into our secret room. He would come and hold me until the demon finished with me. His name is Jonathan. He introduced me to Michael. They’re both really beautiful. You know how gorgeous our master is, well double that and you have some idea of Michael.

“He’s not at all stuck up either. He has time for everybody. Kids crawl up in his lap, and he tells them stories by the hour. I admit to crawling up in his lap a couple times myself. So what? He didn’t push me away. He knew I never had that as a child. He just hugged and loved me. They don’t have sex, but that doesn’t stop them from radiating love to anyone who needs it. It’s kind a like getting a booster shot to be around one”

“So, God doesn’t condemn us for being Gay? I was worried about that, but I know I couldn’t live my life any other way,” I said.

"No problem. Jesus was gay, and tried to teach them morons to love their fellow men. Then the early church perverted and change his message to one of hate and bigotry. You ain't got nothing to worry about. You know how to love, don’t you?” Wes asked.

“Lately, everyone I come in contact with who is even remotely connected with our family, I fall head over heels for. Yes, I’m very much in love and feel loved. For the first time in my life, Wes, except for you, of course.”

“Good for you, Beau,” Wes smiled, “That’s all the big ones care about. That you learned how to love while you were here. That you learned not only to give but to receive love in equal measure. What do you think heaven is built on? No, it ain’t rock n’ roll,” he said laughing as he took off his clothes. Wes stood nude in front of me almost a God himself. Damn, was he transformed. From just a small little buddy of mine to a body beautiful with the cutest little cunt you ever saw. I immediately got rock hard. Not to be missed by Wes as he smiled wickedly.

“I knew you’d approve. We may not get another chance, ‘cause I’m looking after some other folks right now, so let’s make this a good one, Darlin’” Wes joked with me, “I think I shook up the others out there with my little blue light routine. I can appear anyway I want. The small blue light always gets ‘em though. They can relate to it more as a sci-fi thing than reality. A little blue light they can understand. An apparition is a little harder for them to swallow. It's too threatening," he said and grinned.

Somehow I found myself stretched out on a comfortable bed making sweet love to Wes (David) of my past. Damn, he was hot. He reached down and guided my erection into his little man-cunt. I felt the greatest sensation as I slowly lowered myself into his depths. It felt like it was made for my penis.

“I knew you’d think that,” he said laughing and working his hips under me. “Fuck me good and hard, Beau. Gimme’ some of your sweet lovin’ then take me hard like our master does. Damn, I miss him for that. He knew how to make my pussy sing for hours afterward. I know you can, Darlin,’” Wes said. I wasn’t going to let him down.

* * * * * * *
Beau continued to radiate an aura that change colors from blues to golds to deep reds and royal purples. Jeb went off to make a phone call. The three other men sat and watched in awe and wonder. They could see Beau's penis being manipulated on its own. Something was stroking it and Beau was responding as best he could in bondage. It didn't really seem the bondage was much of a problem. The pheromones emanating from these auras were enough to make all three men want to pounce on each other.

"Damn and tar-nation," Big Beryl said, "is that making you guys as horny as it is me? Sitting here watching this, well, just look at me?" he asked. They laughed at his roaring erection.

"Every bit as hot, Dad," Big Jim agree, "I can't believe what I'm seeing, but my cock is telling me it’s very real," the Dungeon Master replied.

"Get your butt on the futon, Blaine. That little ass ain't been fucked in a while, and I need to show it equal time," the big man commanded.

"There is a God!" Blaine exclaimed under his breath but loud enough both men could hear and laughed. “Watching Beau is making both holes drip, Dad. Love to have you come in by the back door. Listen to me I sound like a two bit whore," Blaine said.

"When ju’ raise your prices, Hon?" Beryl asked laughing.

Jim and Blaine roared with laughter. “Good one, Dad!” Blaine allowed and grinned.

"Now get chore' ass on that leather bed, hit the position, and be quick about it. Your old man needs to tear his-self off a big-old piece of slave-butt," he barked as he snapped his fingers at his slave.

Blaine leaped for the futon and his feet were around his head, his arms rapped tightly around his legs to hold them in position. Blaine raised his ass for maximum ease of entrance for his master, ready for his old man to mount him like a cowboy mounts his horse just after he’s robbed a bank. Blaine wasn't disappointed when the old man dropped his cod piece leaned over his slave for him to slather his huge cock good with his spit and make a little love to it. Beryl moved to the foot of the futon and Blaine watched carefully to raise or lower his ass for his master's ease. He lowered it just a little, felt the old man swiftly lean in toward him, and he was instantly filled with his master’s engorged penis.

Blaine sucked in air and began to thank his master for taking him hard. He needed it, and he promised to give him the best fuck he ever had. He knew his master needed to get some good slave-ass fucking in tonight and please master take all of that worthless slave ass-pussy you want. His slave always appreciated a good butt fucking from his master, but something was magic about that night. He needed it as bad as his master.

"That's enough, Slave. You talk to me again when your master is getting the good stuff, and you’re giving it up to me. I wanna’ hear how good that fourteen incher is doing you then, Slave,” Beryl growled at him like an old bear.

"Yes, sir, Master,” Blaine replied.

Beryl rolled Blaine over on his side and started fucking him from behind. "Come on, Son," he said to the Dungeon Master, "Climb aboard.  He needs it in the front, too.  He can handle both."

"Please, Master Jim," Blaine urged, “Please.”

"Ordinarily I wouldn't, but since you’re both so kind to offer, here I come, Blaine," he said moving to the leather futon.

Babe was already poking out of his cod piece and it leaped out as he unsnapped it. Babe stood straight out from the giant harder than he remembered it since the last time Beau sucked him off. The Dungeon Master lay on his side and Blaine ask permission to guide him home. Permission given, Blaine sunk the big man's cock deep within his man-cunt. Aside from the big man Blain's cunt was constructed to fit, Big Jim came closest to filling. Dirk was another.

The slave in bondage was unaware of what was going on upon the leather covered futon less than ten feet away from him. Beau was getting some good stuff from a child of God or as Wes jokingly called himself, 'Earth angel.' Wes was moving his hips about and fucking more like a demon from the other realm. He knew his Earthly savior, number two, was about to get it, and he wanted to make it as good for him as possible.

He started pushing his muscular hips upward to meet each of Beau's strong sure strokes. Wes arched his back to receive his lover better. The three men lay joined together but stopped their fucking for a moment to watch as Beau arched in the sling and levitated unfettered by the chains. He was suspended in bondage, floating in mid air. All the snap clips popped open and Beau was free of his chains floating toward the ceiling of the dungeon in mid-air fucking what seem to be nothing.

"Would you look at that." whispered Beryl. They watched as Beau erupted like Mt. St. Helens. One huge orgasm, followed by two smaller ones. He slowly sank and dropped back to the suspension of the chains. Every snap clip popped back on to his harness. "You need to stop and clean him up, Son?" Beryl asked Jim.

"Naw! He'll be all right 'til we get this slave taken care of, then I'll tend to him. Besides he's making some sweet love to Wes right about now," the Dungeon Master replied.

The two big men continued to fuck Blaine until he started to vibrate all over and yelled to them. “Oh, God, Masters. I can't hold it much longer. Dad, I'm so sorry but this is too much for me to hold. You both are hitting my button one right after the other."

"Get it slave. You got our permission," Beryl replied.

Blaine tried to bury Big Jim’s cock in his man-cunt as he felt his ass try to bite off his master's huge cock in his ass. He shot and kept shooting as his master and the Dungeon Master got theirs at the same time. Blaine got so excited he shot a second time out his relocated piss hole making him wet between his legs. He started thanking the two masters and was exhausted as Big Jim pulled out and handed Blaine a damp towel.

"Not tonight." Barked Big Beryl as he grabbed the towel from Blaine and threw it on the bed.

He moved down and snapped his fingers for Blaine to hit the position. Blaine responded as fast as he could. Blaine’s master smiled at his slave and started eating Blaine’s come off the leather bed covering. He got his slave’s load lapped up then moved up to clean around his legs. Beryl teased the Hell out of Blaine as he tongued and sucked on the sensitive little hole to get it clean. Blaine thought he died and went to heaven. His Master rolled him over on top of him so he could drain Blaine’s cunt of the Dungeon Master’s load. Big Beryl tongued and sucked his slave’s cunt until he gathered most all of Master Jim’s hot cream in his mouth.

He moved his body up to hold his slave in his arms to make love to him. When Blaine opened his mouth to his master, Big Beryl slowly fed him the Dungeon Master’s load. Blaine realized what his master was doing and began to moan his approval. He greedily began to suck at his master’s mouth for as much of the man juice as his master would allow him until he got it all. He and his master hadn’t shared such intense, unbridled passionate sex in a good while and they were awash in their renewed bond. Blaine was working hard to rededicated himself to be the slave he knew his master needed. He was determined he would be that slave.

He passed the barrier of self importance to a higher ideal, a better vision of the two of them and their separate roles, united in acceptance, trust and love for the greater importance of the whole. The complete entity of master and slave. Two coming together as one. He wanted to be the other part of Beryl. His master always left the door open for him. All he had to do was walk through, pull up a chair, humbly accept his role, and join the banquet. A master is no more important than his slave.  His slave is only as important as his master allows him to be, but each must become important to the other for the ultimate satisfaction of male bonding. Each must rest comfortably within the others parameters.

Big Beryl finished cleaning his slave and they were lying together making love as Jeb came down the stairs with a man unfamiliar to Big Beryl. Blaine recognized him immediately as Jim Red Feather or 'Chief' as Blaine knew him. “Oh, my God!” Blaine exclaimed, “Dad it’s the Chief, Jim Red Feather, Master Earl told us about on the phone the other night. Still naked, Blaine ran to him, fell at his feet and kissed both his boots. Jim put his hand down for Blaine to kiss and put against his forehead.  "Get up here, Lt. Kelley, and show this master your love," Chief demanded. Blaine jumped up, kissed, and hugged Chief. Blaine kissed, and hugged him the second time. Then he started sobbing and so did Chief.

"Chief, you're the last person I'd expect to see come down those stairs," Blaine said.

"Didn't Beau tell you I'm working for him now?" Chief asked.

"Well, we haven't had a chance to talk with him since the last pool party but Master Earl told us about you," Blaine replied.

Big Beryl walked up with all fourteen inches still wet from fucking his slave hanging out of his leathers. Blaine introduced the two men. Chief started laughing as he shook Big Beryl’s hand. "Sir, it is, indeed, an honor and a privilege to meet Lt. Kelley's master. I don't mean to be rude by laughing, sir, but I'm just getting used to meeting people who think nothing of running around in the raw in front of each other. It's delightful, and I look forward to it myself," Chief said.

"It's an honor to meet you, too, Son. If it'll make you feel more comfortable, you’re certainly welcome to take your clothes off," Beryl said and grinned.

"With Master Jeb's permission, I will," Chief said.

"Follow your heart, Son. You’re with people who love you," Master Jeb told him.

Chief began to take off his clothes, and laid his leathers and clothes in a neat pile in one of the holding cells. He could see the auras Beau was giving off as he came back to join the other men. "I'd say he’s having sex with someone or just got through," Chief said.

"How'd ju’ know?" Big Jim asked.

"I can see auras around people, but his isn't hard to see. You can see it can't you?" he directed his question to every man present. They nodded in agreement.

"It was brighter a while ago when he was having sex with Wes. He levitated out of the chains and reached a climax. It's still all over the deck over there. I haven't cleaned him up yet. I was just going to do that," said the Dungeon Master.

"Can I help, Master Jim?" Chief asked.

"If you like, Son. An extra hand is always appreciated around here. Damn, Chief, you're a fine looking young man out of your clothes. You’re good looking in your clothes, but like that, you, uh, sort of stand out, so to speak," Big Jim said blushing. The big man laughed at his own joke. As Big Jim and the Chief cleaned up under Beau and wiped him off with a warm damp towel, Jeb told Beryl and Blaine how he and Big Jim met Jim Red Feather, and they were going to help Chief gain admittance into the family.  

“He’s got my vote,” Blaine said quickly, ‘Course mine don’t count for much, but I like to think my old man takes my opinion into consideration once in a while. I knew Chief in Nam but had no idea he was the medic who patched up our boy. That makes him all right in my book,” Blaine declared.

“Have to go with my slave on this one, Jeb. Besides, he’s too damn pretty not to let in the family,” Beryl said and laughed.

While helping Big Jim clean Beau, Chief watched Big Jim carefully. Chief observed the loving care the Dungeon Master put into cleaning his slave in training. They walked away and set in the big chairs. “You’re deeply in love with Beau, ain’t you, sir,” Chief asked softly not to be heard by the others who were deep in their own conversation. Big Jim looked at him like he was an impertinent school boy then smiled at the good looking young man.

“You still interested in subbing for me, boy?” the Dungeon Master asked like he was growling at Chief. An obvious move to intimidate and change the subject.

“Sure, Master Jim, anytime, but not until you look me in the eye and answer my question,” Chief said equally firm.

“Not gonna’ let me get away with that one, are you, Son? What was it? The growl? Was the growl too much; maybe a little over the top? Jim asked with a big grin and looked down at his beer.

“You know I can’t sub for you if you’re in love with my friend, and he’s in love with you. It wouldn't be right. You knew it before you asked the question. I’m honored you would even think to ask me, but I knew the afternoon we met there was something between you. I asked Beau on the way home what was going on. He did the same thing you did, changed the subject. I didn’t push, but I felt pain, loss, regret, perhaps some sorrow. I feel those things coming from you. Am I wrong, Dungeon Master?” Chief asked stoically.

“Well, it looks like you’re gonna’ be family, so I’ll tell you. Yes, I love him more than I ever loved any man in my life. I’d do almost anything to insure his happiness. Beau and I fell in love the minute we laid eyes on each other. Beau followed his heart and told me he fell in love with me. I rejected him, knowing all the while I was lying to myself. I should have claimed him right then and there, but Jeb had someone else in mind for him. He asked me not to interfere or get involved with Beau, but it was too late. I already fell head over boot heels in love with the little shit. I did what my life-long friend asked of me without even questioning him or asking him to reconsider. Beau met Earl by accident. Maybe not by accident, the jury’s still out on that one. Anyway, they spent one weekend together and fell in love. Does that answer your question, Son?” Jim asked.

“Eloquently, sir. As painful and uncomfortable as it appears, thank you for being honest with me. I won’t go into it, but it must be tough knowing he's intended for Master Earl,” Chief said.

“Yes and no. Yes, because he’s going to be another man’s slave. That he’s going to be Earl D. Shaw’s slave, 'no.' If I were given a choice of any master I would rather see him with, other than me or Beryl, it would be Earl. Not only because he’s my brother in our family, but because he’s a good, honest, caring, demanding, a tough disciplined master. As Earl’s property,  Beau will have a chance to bloom as the slave he was meant to be. He will be loved by a big hearted man who knows how to give and receive love from his slave without blurring the lines. If he became my slave, I’d probably spoil him rotten,” Big Jim declared, smiled a wicked smile, and laughed, “However, the main reason is, forces beyond my control seem to insist that the two of them were made for each other, and Master Earl D. Shaw, my brother, is hopelessly smitten, ’round the bend, over the hill, Looney Tunes crazy in love with the kid. Surely, you noticed that?” he asked yanking Chief’s chain.

“I did see it. It's palpable. It’s right there, but I couldn’t understand the love between you and Beau. Certainly, it’s none of my business, especially since I’m new to this group, but it intrigues me. How does Beau handle it?” Chief asked.

“Jeb required Beau to spend a weekend with us after his initial weekend with Earl. Jeb’s a wise man when it comes to affairs of the heart. He wanted to cement the bond between Beau and Earl. Absence makes the heart grow fonder stuff; you know what I’m talking about,” Chief nodded his head in agreement, “Well, that weekend, Beau let his hair down with me, laid his cards on the table, pulled down all the fences, exposed his feelings bare to me. He was brave enough to give me a second chance, and I wasn’t about to hold back or be coy the second time.

“We decided to love each other as much as we could. Not to hold back when alone and accept the circumstances of our lives. He’s more than kept his part of the agreement, and I hope I have as well. He loves me as much as I do him, but it’s evolving to a different kind of love than passion. Don't get me wrong, there’s plenty of passion there, too, but in a larger sense, we've become relatives. Beau's like the kid brother I never had. He’s like the best friend in grade school you could tell the secrets of your soul to and know he'll never tell anyone.
 
“Furthermore, he'll never laugh at you, maybe 'with' you, but never 'at' you. Perhaps, best of all, he makes me laugh. He can find something funny in almost anything. He’s one of the only people in my life who can make me laugh at myself. He’s a natural clown and can innocently keep Jeb and I in stitches by the hour. Finally, Beau is becoming my slave-child whom I will be fathering into his new world of master/slaves. In a metaphorical sense, with my new role as dungeon master, Beau will become, in essence, my first born slave-child to graduate under my leadership. I want only the best for him, and will do my part to see he gets it,” the Dungeon Master said.

“Damn, Master Jim, I hope someone can say something that wonderful about me one day with half the conviction,” Jim Red Feather said quietly, “I respect both your feelings but my answer would have to be, 'no,' sir. I wanted to try subbing for you, but I can’t. You understand why,” Chief said.

“I do, Chief. Lighten up, I may talk you into it yet. Remember, Beau wants the same for me. If he thought there was a glimmer of a chance between you and me, he would insist on us trying. I know him that well. Time changes a lot of things, Chief. You may feel differently after Beau starts living with Earl D. on a permanent basis. Then, too, you may find a slave for yourself and fall in love. I don’t think you have what it takes to be a slave or sub for a man. That ain’t meant as a put down. It simply means, I don’t think you could think of yourself that way for very long. It may fascinate you to try, it did me,” Big Jim said with a grin.

“You mean you’ve tried being a slave to a man?” he asked surprised.

“Yes, when I was younger. We all have to find our way in this world. I fell so deeply in love with a man, I would've been any damn thing he wanted me to be. The man was kind enough to realize I was really trying, but my heart wasn’t in it. If I ever could do anything for you, it may be to let you sub for me for a  period of time, then call ‘Kings-X’ and see what you think. I know what you’d say,” Jim said.

“To be honest, sir, I think I do, too. It’s just you’re the type of man I always dreamed of having for a big brother,” Chief said.

“Well, Hell, kid, that’s easy enough. Give it time, and you’ll have your big brother. I could use another little brother. I’m gonna’ lose mine in a couple months, and I’m taking applications,” Big Jim said. He smiled the sweetest smile at Jim Red Feather which melted Chief’s heart.

"Thank you, Master Jim, I’ll look forward to the day I’m deserving enough in your eyes for you to call me brother,” he replied.

“Fine, now go put on your leathers and remember, you’re a master, Son. Why? Because your big bro, the Dungeon Master of this here clan done told you so. You don’t need no greater reason or authority,” Big Jim was more impressive this time and captured Chief’s heart. He smiled at the big man’s sentiment and scurried to pull his leathers on.

“Look!” someone said and pointed to Beau. The aura was gone and the little blue ball of light emerged from the same place it entered. It sat on Beau’s back and remained there for a few minutes.

Jeb walked up to Beau and held out his hand toward the blue light. “Here, Son, sit in my hand. You’re loved here, you know that,” he said. It buzzed around his head three times and sat in his hand as everyone gathered in awe.

“My people speak of a blue light, but this is the first time I’ve witnessed it,” Chief said almost in a whisper not to excite the spirit. It spun twice in Jeb’s hand then buzzed three times around Chief’s head and bussed him on the cheek, too. He got a funny smile on his face. “I could smell him and recognized his essence. It’s Wes.  I felt him at Master Earl’s house the night I had dinner with him, Beau, Dirk, and Allen. That’s  phenomenal.” The light flew up and headed up the stairway and was gone.

“I better check with our boy and find out if he’s all right.” The Dungeon Master moved to the microphone and pressed the button.  

“Your Dungeon Master wants to know if his slave is all right after your visit from his little brother?” he asked.
 
Green light.

“From now on you are to inform all poltergeist that visitation hours have been suspended until further notice or prior arrangement has been made and agreed to by your Dungeon Master,” Jim added laughing.

Green light.

“You hungry slave?” Jim asked.

Red light.

“Then your Dungeon Master is setting you adrift for a while. Use your time wisely, Slave,” Jim said.  

They left their slave alone for a good long while with no sounds or stimulus.


* * * * * * *
Part II ~ Lost in Inner-Space

“Rocket Man!  Shooting off into the areozone,
taking me a long, long way from home.
It’ll be a long, long time and then,
‘till splash down  brings me ‘round again,
I’m a Rocket Man!” ~ Bernie Taupin

It was Saturday morning early when Master Bert arrived with Oscar and Billy. Oscar was aglow with love. So was Master Bert. They were good together. Billy acted like the proud, but unhappy mother who was losing her baby. Everyone was supportive of both. Billy would get by, his family would see to that. They included him in everything, just as they did when he and Oscar were running together. They were included in all family events. Master Bert joined the others in the dungeon.
 
Billy and Oscar checked on their brother slave to be, then headed for the kitchen. They brought food and drink for everyone and knew their way around twenty-five different kitchens around Southern California. Soon the smells of breakfast, coffee, and other goodies filled the house. Once again Oscar was the sole, undisputed Master Chef running his kitchen like a well oiled clock. Billy never questioned a task. He knew better. When Oscar took charge the food came out on time, was always delicious, and there was plenty of it. If you volunteered for kitchen help you did the task Oscar assigned you. There were no small tasks in his kitchen.

It was getting on toward ten A.M. and Master Earl arrived with assortments of coffee cakes and four dozen donuts. The morning took on a party atmosphere. Everyone was celebrating the training of their new family member. Chief and Master Jeb came up from the dungeon when Earl D. Shaw arrived on his bike. They greeted Earl and led him into the kitchen where Billy and Oscar dropped everything to pay ritual homage to Master Earl.

Once done, Master Earl turned to introduce Chief to Billy and Oscar who were completely nude. Chief responded politely to their rituals but didn’t know what to make of them. Billy gently took Chief’s hand and guided it to his groin. He spoke softly to Chief in an attempt to soften any embarrassment he might experience in front of the others. “Go ahead, Chief, feel me. It helps to know we’re real people,” Billy said and smiled sweetly as the Chief took advantage of his offer, then kissed Billy again with considerably more interest. It didn’t go unnoticed by the crowd who started applauding and whooping. Billy turned and smiled innocently to everyone and simply said to Chief, "Welcome to the family, Master Red Feather.” The big man blushed. Everyone was patting him on the back and laughing with him.

Blaine and Beryl remained in the dungeon to keep watch with the Dungeon Master. Jeb simply turned over the entire bondage trip to Big Jim. He was doing an excellent job, and Jeb wondered why he didn’t included his friend in more of the slave training in the past. Jim helped train a number of slaves over the years and knew the drill. What’s more, Big Jim was taking on the persona of ‘dungeon master’ like never before and was beginning to be recognize as such by everyone.

Jim’s interest in seeing to Beau’s training and helping Jeb, sparked a keen, new interest in Big Jim to become the 'Dungeon Master.' It became a responsibility he wore well and did for years afterward. The family began to treat him with an elevated respect he found quite to his liking. He was beginning to bloom in his new role and Jeb let him run with it. He even supported him by starting to defer to him on matters of Beau’s bondage and training. Jeb never questioned one of Big Jim’s decisions which further re-enforced his status.

Jeb Henshaw was a wise old man. He knew he found his successor. He never thought Big Jim would be interested in taking over the slave training from him. It was never discussed between them. Jim always seemed too restless in the past. Without warning, he would load his bike, take off one day and be gone for months; always to return to Jeb’s front door, throw his arms around his old friend, kiss him, hold him like he was sorry and knew he shouldn’t have left.
 
Big Jim was Master Jeb’s first slave. Years ago, before Jeb decided to get into the slave training business, he and Jim were in the service together. They spent a year in the trenches in Korea in the last days of that nasty little war. They spent night after night huddled close, holding each other to conserve body warmth. Every man had a bunk buddy. It was expected. It was an accepted fact, you either slept with your buddy or froze to death. If you were lucky enough to live through the night by yourself, you could look forward to frost bite, gangrene, and the possibility of amputation.

The occasional odd man would be included between two others under their three bed rolls or even straw when they could find it dry. Jeb and Jim often sandwiched a smaller, good looking buddy between them. Well, of course there was sex. It was not only a relief, it also built up the ambient heat under whatever protection they could find. No one said a word. They were all doing it. They would joke in good fun about who was middle man. Most of the smaller men found two big ones to sleep between. Sure, they had to put out a little; however, they slept the warmest at nights, and had the extra mental relief of sleeping between two very large men. The old saying, ‘If you can’t fuck your buddy, who can you fuck?” came from that period.

It’s amazing how much goes on in the military under desperate circumstances. Head’s turn the other way when men are in combat but stick it to you under more peaceful circumstances. Unfortunately, we live in the only country in the world which will give you a medal for killing a man and ostracize you for loving one. Since they were regular Marines, they found themselves in Vietnam during the early days as military advisers to the South Vietnamese. They couldn’t stomach what was going on and got out after Jeb contracted some kind of jungle rot. Jim knew his friend was getting worse.
 
Big Jim wanted to climb on his bike many times since Beau came into his life, but he couldn’t leave Jeb in his current condition. For Big Jim, there was no problem so big it couldn’t be run away from. Not because he was weak, but because he was a sensitive man. He couldn’t tolerate hurt from people, and even thought he came off as brusque or alpha-male-stubborn, he tried his best never to hurt anyone. Now, he was being forced to cope with a situation he would run from in the past.

The giant man knew his friend, his brother, his love, needed him and this was one time he knew he couldn’t run away. Jeb was there so many times for Jim. Big Jim always felt secure he had a home no matter how long he was gone. He knew as long as Jeb was alive, he would always have a home where he was welcome. Now the prospect of losing his rock, his foundation for any semblance of stability, the only love of his life, he could always depend on, was unsettling for him.

We usually don’t think of big men as sensitive. It doesn’t seem to fit the persona Hollywood would have us believe of big men. We think ‘big man’,‘strong man’, but that’s not always the case. We can’t see what’s inside. The giant began to draw strength from his love for Beau. Rather than be depressed because he couldn’t have Beau in the long run, he was determined to see Beau became the best possible slave for Earl D. Shaw. The Dungeon Master began to work Beau’s butt off at the gym. He would chuckle to himself after they got home and showered together, secretly admiring the results of his pushing. Beau was developing a beautiful set of tits. Tits which cried out to be ringed by a worthy master. Big Jim would not fail to point that out to Beau's new intended master. He wanted to see a big ring through each of those tits.

Brunch was served. Chief, and Master Jeb took their food to the dungeon so Big Jim, Beryl, and Blaine could come up and eat. They needed some time away from the dungeon to socialize. Everyone sat at the huge outdoor oak table under the big avocado tree Jeb planted years ago when he first moved there. He didn’t actually plant it. He left the pot there, and it grew into the ground.

Big Beryl was at the head of the table, stood and raised his glass. “Gentlemen, Masters, Slaves! Our thanks to the preparers of this fine food. Health, love, and prosperity to our family!” Hear, hear’s all around and glasses clinking made for a happy occasion. Oscar blushed at Master Beryl’s sentiment. Master Bert put his arm around him and squeezed him. Master Beryl took Oscar’s hand and gently squeezed it in thanks. Oscar blushed more.

“Master Bert?” Big Beryl asked.

“Yes, sir?” Bert replied.

“Have you decided when you would like to claim our worthy slave, our family member, as your property?” Beryl asked.

“It has been discussed. We have tentatively set a date, but we’re flexible if it isn’t a good time to have the maximum of my slave’s family present.”

“And that date would be...?” Beryl asked.

“My slave wanted our new young slave, Beau, to stand with him as well as his brother, Billy. In fact, they both have requested him. It’s more than fine with me. I would consider it an honor and a blessing to our union to have him stand with my slave to be,” Master Bert said looking directly at Master Earl who smiled and raised his glass in approval. “However, we realize his training schedule is tight and in three weekends his visitations will begin. We thought if possible to have our ceremony the same evening he becomes a slave, and he may then stand up for my slave as a full brother,” he said.
 
There was applause of approval from around the table.
 
“Further more, I have asked Master Earl to stand with me, and I would appreciate it, sir, as head of this family if you would do us both the honor of standing with me as well,” he said.

Big Beryl blushed at the general applause from around the table. “I would be proud and honored, Master Bert, and I gratefully accept your invitation to stand with you. If it’s all right with our Dungeon Master, Big Jim, and Master Jeb I think it would be a perfect time,” he replied.

When the men reached an agreement, the two men shook hands on it, and everyone was happy with the timing.

“It sounds like a fine idea to me,” the new Dungeon Master said, “We have plenty of room in the auditorium. There are lots of tables for food for a reception and celebration afterward. We own the vacant lot next door where there’s plenty of room for bike parking. We have no neighbors up here to speak of. I think it’s a fine idea.  I’ll discuss it with Master Jeb but don’t foresee any problems. I’ll let you know definitely a little later this morning. I can tell you our young slave will be thrilled, right, Master Earl?” he asked his clan brother.

Earl D. smiled at Big Jim and spoke, “He’ll be thrilled. He loves Oscar and Billy very much.” Earl asked Billy to tell the story of Beau carrying Billy’s picture in his wallet for seven years in Nam and still carrying it to this day never thinking he would one day meet his boyhood idol. The assembled people who hadn’t heard the story were agog. “I couldn’t believe when he unfolded this small picture of me out of some muscle magazine from the early sixties. It was worn thin and the colors faded, but there was no mistaking the image. It was me,” Billy said. Tears were coming to his eyes. “So you can understand why Oscar and I want him to stand with us.” Everyone agreed.

Big Jim finished and excused himself to go to the dungeon to speak with his partner and check on his charge. Jeb and Chief finished their breakfasts and were talking quietly. Jim sat down and began to outline what Bert asked of Big Beryl. Jeb listened for a moment then spoke, “Jim, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you would make these decisions from now on. I’ll accept whatever you think’s best. It’s going to be all I can do to get through my part of our boy’s training. I may have you sit in on most of it in case you might wish to do it again in the future. Chief you might be interested, too. You’re young and could be a big help to your big brother here,” Jeb smiled a knowing smile.

Chief smiled and blushed. “I’d be happy to serve and learn, Master Jeb. I would be honored, sir,” he replied.

“Sounds good to me, too,” the Dungeon Master said as he extended his hand in welcome to Jim Red Feather. Chief took the big man’s hand and shook it firmly.

“All right, Son, find six square pieces of paper about four inches and mark the numbers 1 on the first, 2 on the second, and so on. Since we have four of the six Masters here this morning, we’re going to draw for the weekend placement for our slave. You’ll get to pick one as well, Chief, since you paid your deposit in full. Sam and Yoshie are out of town this weekend and so is Dirk and Allen. We have their permission to draw for them. I’ll ask Billy to draw for Dirk and I’ll ask Earl to draw for Sam,” Big Jim said.

Jeb helped Chief with the papers, and they carefully numbered each. They were folded and placed in a large Tupperware mixing bowl. Big Jim carried the bowl out to the table where the masters were sitting still drinking coffee. “Weekend placement drawing for our new slave, Gentleman. We have four of the six masters who have paid deposits and Earl, we’ll ask you to draw for Master Sam. Billy will draw for Master Dirk. Now, who will be first?” Everyone looked around.

Big Beryl took the lead. “I will say who goes first. There should be some prerogatives for the head of this family,” he bellowed. Everyone laughed but agreed with the big man.

“Earl first, for obvious reasons. Then we’ll go by age. The oldest next which will be me. Bert will be next. You draw for Sam next, Earl. Sorry young man,” he spoke to Chief, “you’ll have to settle for last,” he said and laughed.

“Not a problem,sir,” Chief said and smiled.

“No one open until we’ve all drawn, agreed?” Beryl asked.

Everyone agreed, the bowl was passed, and each man took a square of paper. Big Beryl gave the okay to open them.

“Okay, who got number one?” Beryl asked.

“Looks like Sam and Yoshie,” Big Jim said reading the slip of paper Earl handed him.

“We got number two,” Beryl said.

“Number three,” Earl D. said.

“Four,” Bert held up his paper.

“Dirk and Allen got five,” Billy said.
 
“Six,” Chief said.

Big Jim copied the order on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard he carried with him that morning. “Okay, starting the first weekend of next month our boy will spend the weekend with Master Sam and Yoshie. The next weekend with Master Beryl and Blaine. Followed by Master Earl, Master Bert, Master Dirk, and last but certainly not least, our new master, Master Jim Red Feather. Good! There are possibly two more available. By the way, it’s agreed that we will have Master Bert and Oscar’s transference the same night our boy becomes a slave,” Big Jim announced. Everyone applauded.

“May I bring up one other thing, Gentlemen?” Master Bert asked.

“Certainly, sir,” the Dungeon Master replied. Bert pushed an envelope to the Dungeon Master. “There’s two hundred dollars cash for one more master. This master is known to me, my slave Oscar, Billy, and many of my previous family. He's interested in a new slave. He’s requested a weekend with Beau. You might know him as well, Master Jim. He goes by the name, ‘Master Bear' or 'The Captain.’”

“No, I can’t say’s I do, but if you, your slave, and Billy vouch for him, I'll accept his deposit. Jeb has given me full charge in these matters. May I speak to your intended slave and Billy concerning this, sir?” Big Jim asked.

“Of Course, let’s call Oscar,” Bert suggested.

Billy was already there and Oscar joined him. “Do you slaves know this man, Master Bear or The Captain as he’s called? Is he a valid member of a family such as ours and would he make a good, safe, and sane master for our slave?” the Dungeon Master asked.

“Absolutely,” Oscar said, “Without a doubt. He’s a fine man,” he replied.

“One of the best masters around and as handsome as the very Devil himself,” Billy said, then added, “Or, at least, he was,” Billy didn’t elaborate.

Earl D. tried not to show it, but the news was unsettling to him. The introduction of a new master to the equation muddied the water. He made a mental note to get Oscar and Billy aside and question them further. The Dungeon Master accepted the money and agreed to set a weekend aside for Master Bear or The Captain.

“I received a phone call earlier today," the Dungeon Master said, "and Master Zack has sent a check for two hundred dollars in the mail for a weekend reservation with our slave. Since he is a fully recognized master within our family clan, I will give him the seventh weekend and Master Bear the last weekend. Then it’s done. There are several other deposits from masters who wish a evening with our slave. Five so far. We won’t accept any further deposits for weekends with our slave to be. We’ll have an open house the Saturday the bidding is due and our slave’s new owner will be announced that evening. All bids must be in my hand by six in the evening.  Our new slave will be on display all afternoon for any master’s final inspection. Announcements will be sent to family members regarding the rules and times. Jeb and I are hosting an open bar and catered party with food and drinks for all in celebration.”

* * * * * * *
Part III ~ Deep River, Muddy Waters

“I gits weary and sick of trying’,
I’m tired of livin’ and scared of dying,
but Old Man river, he just keeps rolling along” ~
Jerome Kern

I was fed again. It was my fourth feeding so I knew it had to be late Saturday afternoon. I let my mind drift where it wanted to go. I didn’t try to control it. I kept returning to my childhood and remembered begging my mother to take care of my little brother and sister. Most of the time she would be depressed or on medications which made her so dysfunctional she couldn’t do anything. Many times she would be dead drunk. I complained over and over to my dad to get him to do something, anything about it. He would pat me on the head and tell me what a good boy I was to help, but he would do nothing. It must have been hard for him, but I don’t think he ever stopped to think how hard it was on me; how it shaped and distorted my young life. He remained with her all those years.

He never had an affair I know of. He never had time. He went to work every day and brought home his pay check. I had to buy groceries or no one in the house would've eaten. Dad gave me a weekly household allowance, and I would buy everything for the week I thought we needed. I became good at clipping coupons and shopping values. I became a wife to my dad and a mother to my brother and sister. I became a slave to them. It didn’t stop until I left for college. I wiped their noses, tied their shoes, fed them, cleaned up after them, kissed their tears away, did the laundry and gave them love. If the result of my childhood was I was imprinted as a slave, then, as an adult, I wanted some token for my efforts.

One night I got out one of my muscle magazines I hid under two loose boards in the bottom of my closet. I was looking at my love, Clancey McGee. My dad walked in and caught me playing with myself. I was mortified. He grabbed the magazine out of my hand, took a long, hard look at it, then got a smile on his face. “He’s one Hell of a good looking man, Son. Really built well,” he said. He handed me the magazine and messed my hair, “Maybe I’ll borrow it from you later. I haven’t jacked off in a couple of years, and he's a hot one,” he said. I was floored.

Could my dad have been gay or was he just trying to be magnanimous so I wouldn’t feel bad? I don’t know if he ever had any other contacts. He was regular as clockwork. I knew his schedule, but he never varied. Could he have discovered late in life he was gay and stopped having sex with my mother? Was that why she was so miserable all those years? He never borrowed the magazine; however, once again, when he caught me jacking off he asked if I needed any help. I assured him I didn’t. He winked and closed the door. Would he have? Did he want that? Did he want something closer with me or did I become his wife in his mind? Was he satisfied I took my mother's place?

After all, I took care of him. I made sure his clothes were washed, ironed, and folded. I put them exactly where he liked them. After my mother died when I came home from the service he would always find someway to be alone with me. He was never physical, but he would cry sitting in the car with me. He would tell me how much he loved me, and he appreciated my help all those years. He would express how bitterly he missed me. Suddenly, it occurred to me, he not only loved me as a son, he fell in love with me as a man. Somehow he transferred the love he once felt for my mother onto me. The realization of that brought a flood of tears from me that left me heaving in the sling. So much so I heard a voice on the ear phones.

“Slave, I’m here for you. You’re being watched over by those who love you. Are you in physical pain?” Big Jim asked.

Red light.

“Are you facing yourself?” he asked.

Green light.

“It won’t be long now until your evening fuck, that should give you something to look forward to. We brought in another mystery guest fucker this evening. Hang in there, Slave,”  the Dungeon Master said.

They left me alone and I felt much better understanding the epiphany I just experienced. Why? I wondered if I always knew but never wanted to admit it to myself? Then, the truth came rushing into my mind. I wanted my dad to be physical with me. I wanted him to love me like I was his wife. Not as a woman, but as his man-wife. I suddenly realized, if he showed me the least amount of physical love, I may not have turned out the way I did.

* * * * * * *
Everyone was still chatting at the table, either having a beer or more coffee. It was getting dark. Big Jim approached Earl D. and asked to speak to him in private. Earl followed the Dungeon Master to the auditorium. “Jeb has turned over the Dungeon Master decisions to me. Don’t spread it around, but he’s getting worse. He doesn’t have the strength to see this through to completion without a lot of help from me and maybe Chief. As you can probably tell, I’m enjoying the Hell out of playing dungeon master, but I wanted you to know about Jeb’s condition. I know how close you are,” Jim said.

Earl thanked Jim. “Second thing, our boy is going into a fugue state and facing some dragons. He needs a solid physical communion with someone who loves him and whom he loves. Would you consider giving him his evening fuck? I’ll clear the dungeon for you, and you may be alone with him if you like. The only rule is no verbal communication. You may communicate volumes through your penis. As dungeon master, I would appreciate it if you would. He needs you right now,” Big Jim urged Earl D.

“You know I will. You don’t have to ask anyone to leave. I’m perfectly comfortable with our family. Any or all who want to may watch,” Earl replied.
 
“There’s a small pin spot that will light only the area of his ass and you won’t even be aware of anyone else. I’ll tell everyone who wants to watch to find a folding chair, take it to the dungeon, or they may sit on the floor,” Big Jim added.

The Dungeon Master went around and quietly told everyone. Surprisingly, not every one wanted to watch. Jeb looked bad and decided to retire to his bedroom. Chief was already in the dungeon and so were Beryl and Blaine. Billy decided to join the group in the basement to leave Bert and Oscar alone for a while. Everyone settled and Earl followed Big Jim down to the dungeon. Big Jim turned off all lights except one tiny pin spot aimed right on Beau’s ass. The Dungeon Master removed Beau’s plug into a waiting towel and patted his ass. “Master Earl...” the Dungeon Master motioned for Master Earl to come forward. “Master Earl will require a slave’s mouth for lubrication and to get him primed," the Dungeon Master said.

“Blaine!” Barked Master Beryl as he snapped his fingers for Blaine to service Master Earl.

Blaine was on his knees in front of Master Earl in an instant. He first kissed each of his boots in ritual greeting, and Master Earl offered his hand. Blaine kissed it and placed it to his forehead for further orders. “Clean my cod piece, Slave, and I’ll tell you when you may remove it,” Earl D. commanded. Blaine thanked him and threw his passion into cleaning, licking, and sucking on the handsome master’s big cod piece. He could feel Master Earl’s snake start to engorge itself with blood inside as the piece became more filled. After he went over every inch several times it was thoroughly wet from his attention. “You may remove it, Slave. You did a good job of cleaning and paying homage to this master. You’re a credit to your master,” Master Earl complimented him. Beryl beamed with pride.

Blaine caught an upper snap in his teeth and pulled the entire piece off. Master Earl’s sizable cock flopped out onto his face. It was delicious looking to Blaine, and he was hungry for some good hot cop cock. “May I, Master?” Blaine asked.

“Yes, Son, help yourself,” Earl replied and smiled.

Blaine started by kissing the head and then making love to the entire length of the shaft. He kissed each of Master Earl’s balls and licked them a little. “Clean my balls good for me, slave,” Earl ordered. Big Beryl nudged Chief as if to say, 'Damn, Earl’s a hot master and my slave is really doing me proud.' Blaine was in heaven sucking and cleaning master Earl’s low hanging balls. Over the years, both men learned to enjoy performing for an audience. “Now, slave, get me good’n hard with a lot of spit,” Earl commanded. It was the order Blaine was waiting for. He began to suck and take more and more of Master Earl down his throat. Master Earl turned him sideways to the assembled family so they could get a better view.

Big Beryl leaned over to Chief and whispered, “ My slave’s gonna’ get fucked tonight, big time! Woah!” he said.

Master Earl was fully erect and ready to fuck some slave-boy butt. “That’ll be enough, Slave. You did well,” Earl said.
 
Blaine again kissed each of his boots and Master Earl once more held his hand for him. After completing the ritual he spoke to Blaine. “Rise, slave, and show this master your love for him,” Blaine was in Earl’s arms in an instant. Master Earl laid a kiss on Blaine which made Blaine go limp. Master Beryl slapped his knee and laughed softly. “Thank you, good slave,” Master Earl said softly to Blaine.

“My pleasure, sir, anytime,” Blaine replied. You could tell he wasn’t lying.

Master Earl moved to his intended slave in the sling. You could have heard a cockroach fart it was so quiet in the dungeon as he placed his big dick on his slave’s rosebud. He reached up and grabbed the chains in front of his slave. He lunged forward and in one swift fluid movement sunk his cock deep within the suspended young slave. He felt his balls swing and bang beneath him. There were several gasps at his entrance.

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I felt a large cock slammed into my ass and pushed back and up to receive it as Master Jeb taught me many weeks before. It was wonderful to feel someone in me again. At first I thought it was Master Jim, but it didn’t have quite the same feel. My evening fucker let my ass adjust for a good while taking a small stroke or two to relax my hole. With the first couple of good strokes, I knew I had a Cadillac parked in my garage. It was my master and I wiggled my ass in excitement. “You can’t fool this kid,” Earl said said softly to the peanut gallery, “He just told me he know’s it’s me.” He laughed as he took another couple of long deep strokes into me.

Shit! Son of a bitch! Damn! Hell! Fuck! My Master felt good and I was trying my best to help him get the best from my ass he could. He obviously was enjoying this. I could feel a certain joy in his strokes. I know it sounds crazy, but I could sense his fucking me must have been unexpected surprise for him; however, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass without making this a memorable fuck. Tonight he was taking his slave for a ride on his Cadillac, and I hoped he might shift gears to let his animal drive for a while.

'What the Hell, slave, you’re getting fucked by your master. It’s his pleasure what’s important, not yours. Give it up to him any way he wants to take it from you.'  Something clicked in me, and I knew at that moment I was becoming the slave master Jeb told me about. When that epiphany filled my brain with wonder, I began to concern myself with his pleasure as I began to get what I needed. My master put his wild animal at the wheel. I could still tell it was a Cadillac but his beast was putting the pedal to the metal. He kept on and on with his assault. He was relentless. I was building up fast. I couldn’t hold it much longer, but I was trying.

It was almost like he wanted to feel my ass biting down on his cock as he fucked me furiously. I couldn’t hold it any more and shot three times and felt my ass trying to bite his cock off. He felt it go crazy as I felt his flow begin. I was being fed a man size feast by his beast. God, he fucked me good. As he lay on top of me, I thought I heard applause but couldn’t be sure. Was there an audience? Did my master take me in front of an audience? Damn, the thought made me hot. I started to milk his cock to get the last drops of his hot come into my ass. I wanted every drop. To be plugged and absorb his wonderful seed was enough to get me through the rest of my trip into solitude.

He left his cock in me for a long while lying on top of me with his arms under and around me. I could feel his left hand stroking my chest like he liked to do. He inched up and found my tits and began to tease them between his thumb and forefinger. He didn’t hurt me. He just played with them. It was making me so hot I began to hump his dick praying he might fuck me again. He didn’t. He wasn’t in charge and had to defer to the Dungeon Master. He was happy to be able to have me one more time. As he slowly pulled out, I started crying but tried not to let anyone know.

“He’s crying,” Earl said to Jim. “Do you think I hurt him?” he asked.

“Not very likely. You should know. He’s hopelessly in love with you and misses you. He wants you back in him, but that’s enough for tonight. Watch this!” Big Jim went to the microphone.

“Everything all right, Son?” Big Jim asked.

Red Light.

“Problem, Son?” he asked.

The green light flashed several times,  ‘l...o...v...e...m..a..s..t..e..r’...Blaine translated.

“See, what did I tell you?” Big Jim asked his brother. “Gimme’ a hug, Brother, the Dungeon Master needs one right now,” Big Jim commanded.

Earl D. threw his arms around the big man. “You’re one of a kind, Dungeon Master, and I’m proud to call you my brother. You’re a big man,” Master Earl said softly in the Dungeon Master’s ear. The double meaning didn’t pass Big Jim. He laughed and patted Earl on the back hard and gave him a goodly bear hug.

I was fed some more wonderful homemade soup broth again. It was different from the first but just as good. I wasn’t treated to any more stimulus for the rest of the night. I was on my own except for three people watching me round the clock. Beryl and Blaine went to one of the upstairs bedrooms, made the bed, and crashed. Big Jim invited Chief to stay over if he wished. Chief wasn’t about to miss a chance to be included, and slept next to Big Jim most of the night on the leather futon. Master Bert, Billy, and Oscar were keeping watch over the slave. The dungeon was quiet and the lights were out except one small pin spot on the slave hanging in mid air.

The Dungeon Master still wore his leathers but Chief took his off to be more comfortable. Master Jim threw a comforter over them for warmth. Chief woke up with a huge hairy arm around him pulling him close to the big bear of a man. Chief dreamed of this. It was enough to consider the Dungeon Master becoming his big brother, but to be lying next to him, close, was like a dream come true. He fell asleep and dreamed more peaceful dreams than he had in years. Once, he awoke and rolled over into the giant to get closer. Was that a small smile he sensed come across the giant’s face? It was dark. He couldn’t be sure. The Dungeon Master was sure. He pulled Chief closer to him.
 
The next morning was a whirlwind of activity. Jeb was up early and Billy awoke the Dungeon Master to start his day. Chief  remained on the futon, asleep in his comfortable dreams. Billy and Oscar went upstairs to start breakfast for everyone. Master Earl left and returned to his home. He had things to do Sunday, but would check in or call when Beau came out of bondage. The Dungeon Master requested Earl D. be present. He said he would try. Jim smiled to himself. He knew unless California suffered a ten-point-oh earthquake and began to slide into the ocean, Officer Earl D. Shaw would be there.

The final ten to twelve hours of bondage is the worst. You go deep inside yourself to look at things you’ve tied behind your back for years. Things you would ordinarily never let yourself think about. The memories, good, bad, and ugly come bubbling up from the depths to confront you. You can’t run away because there’s no where to run. It won’t go away until you deal with it. There can be much weeping and gnashing of teeth during that period. (figure of speech since my mouth was plugged.)
 
By Sunday afternoon I was becoming uncomfortable. I was fighting off muscle cramps from inactivity, and I had no more tears to shed. I felt completely washed out like an old dishcloth. Yet, somehow, I felt cleansed. I felt like areas of my life would never bother me again because I finally dealt with them. They were done, resolved, dismissed, and gone. Just when I was beginning to think the end of my journey would never end, I felt the gurney being rolled under me and raised so I was lying on it and my chains were free. I was unhooked and gently rolled somewhere. Four big arms transferred me to a table covered in leather. Slowly both sides of the bondage harness was removed.

Someone was removing my boots. Someone else was gently undoing my pants. They were removed. Someone removed my leather shirt and gauntlet gloves. Next my plug was removed but not my eye patch. Sitting up I felt someone removing the leather hood and laid me back down before removing it. It was finally taken away.  My eyes adjusted, and I was lying in the middle of the futon. All around me was my family including my master. Everyone, to a man, was completely naked. No one had any clothes on including my dungeon master who was lying next to me. I rolled into him and put my arms around his big neck and started crying I was so moved. He held me tight.

“These other folks watched over you, too,” he whispered. I turned to my master and hugged him and didn’t want to let go. I kissed him and told him I loved him. He returned the love to me. Then each, in kind, hugged and kissed me. Everyone had tears in their eyes. Chief was so moved we started crying together. Big Beryl was beside himself with joy, love, and couldn’t hug me tight enough. I thought he was going to break something. Blaine was bananas. It was a wonderful unexpected reunion. These wonderful men became my family. Who could want for a more diverse yet loving group of men to love.

“You hungry, pretty slave-boy?” My Dungeon Master asked quietly.

“Yes, sir, a little,” I replied.

“Come, then, we have food prepared for you,” Jim said.

They helped me up. My legs were unsteady. They assisted me out of the dungeon. We walked to the outside, and there was a feast laid out before us for everyone to enjoy. Oscar was cooking most of the afternoon and everyone sat down to eat. Everyone ate in the nude in the warm summer evening as the last rays of the warm California sun sank into the ocean. Master Beryl raised his glass and spoke. “To our new slave. On releasing him from the bondage of his past to the freedom of his new life as a slave,” Beryl toasted.

Everyone was in agreement and clinked glasses. It was the best meal I ever ate. I ate too much. I was full and growing tired. I felt emotionally drained and yet happier than I could remember. I was so grateful to these men for their unconditional love for me. I asked Master Jim to take me to his room. I hugged and kissed everyone good night including my master who understood my need to lie down. The Dungeon Master swept me up into his arms and carried me to his bed. He lay me down and covered me. Then he kissed me. “I have responsibilities to our guest, so I won’t be back for a while. Can I send your master to lie with you for a while?” he asked.

“You would do that for me?” I asked.

“Don’t you know by now?" he replied.

“I’m sorry, Master. I love you, too,” I said.

I was drifting off to sleep when I felt a pair of big arms surround me and hold me close. It was my master, I turned to him and wept in his arms. He understood. He held me close, and I went out like a light. I remember waking up during the night, there was another, bigger pair of arms around me, and I moved closer to the warmth of my giant ox. He held me as I drifted back to sleep. I wanted so desperately to belong. I wanted to be loved. I was beginning to believe I found both these things. If someone told me how and what form that love would take, would I have understood? Becoming a slave was nothing like I thought it would be. My life was becoming not my own any more. I was becoming a part of something bigger.
 
To be owned by another man multiplied my world by two, but to be brought into a family as richly diverse, complex, and caring as the McInnis Clan would have been incomprehensible to me a couple of months ago. I was looking for a new world and found a universe. Instead of living my life in my self-imposed prison I was being freed to love in so many new and wonderful ways. I was giving up things others might find necessary for control of their lives. It wasn’t until I decided to let go of that control, I truly began to feel free. I found within the freedom of my chains a greater bond of trust. The greater freedom of unconditional love. For the first time in my stupid, miserable, warped life I was beginning to like who and what I was becoming. I liked the slave which was emerging from his butch-bottom hiding place. I looked upon him with a new light and found him much more easy to accept.

The man-child who was imprinted as a slave I was ashamed of all these years took the hand of the adult-man who found him worthy. The adult whispered to the young boy he thought he was good and handsome and asked if he would help him learn to be a good and loving slave? With the man-child’s wisdom and help, I would become a slave to a good man who would control me yet give me the love my father never could. We would both finally belong to someone; a worthy someone to appreciate us. Perhaps my dad could've offered it, but I never allowed him to cross that threshold. He never really tried. What a can of worms that might have opened? I began to have dreams of having sex with my dad and never before wanted to admit I was sexually attracted to him for years.

When I showed a picture of my dad to my master, he laughed. I asked him why? “It’s obvious your attraction to Billy all those years. He was a pumped up version of your dad. He could be Billy’s brother.”

With his suggestion, I looked again and realized the close resemblance. Perhaps my dad saw it too when he looked at the picture of Billy? Did he understand before I did and tried to give me a chance to be with him? I didn’t. I couldn’t at the time. I was so let down and felt taken for granted by my dad I had little love for him by the time I left home. He must have been devastated. I never really loved my dad until I understood my attraction for him. I blamed him for my misery as an adult; for not doing something about me becoming a slave to the family. I never had a childhood. I never really had an adolescence. I was too busy playing at being an adult.

I’m still close to my little brother and sister, but our love is perverse. They love me as a surrogate mother, a combination of big mama, big brother, Daddy Warbucks, and Santa Clause, all rolled into one generous, pay-off slot machine. They still send me their wish lists at Christmas. It became clear to me after all those years the great love of my dad’s life was his own son. I never knew. He never told me. I knew someday I would return to my father’s home with my master. I would, without shame or hesitation, introduce Master Earl to my dad as my master, my husband. I would not lie nor try to hide my life choice of becoming a slave to the handsome man I walked one step behind. I would hold my head high and be proud of the little boy I was and the man he became. My father might understand. Until he knew more, he may not approve, but he’d try to understand. I don’t need his approval. My little boy is slowly and lovingly being incorporated within my adult person.

I desperately needed my dad's help and approval as a child, but I never got it. The harder I tried, the more I was taken for granted. Then I would ask him, if he thought my choice of becoming Master Earl’s slave was so far different from what he expected of me as a child? I would tell him for the first time in my life someone asked a commitment of me to become their possession, their property. I belong to this handsome man, he owns me, Dad. I am his slave. Would he grow to love my master for my sake? Is the old saying true? The fruit doesn’t fall too far from the tree. The tree had a few surprises for the fruit as I later discovered. The river of life, no matter how muddy, deep, or slow, keeps on rolling along.


End Chapter 19 ~ The Ties That Bind
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