3TB_21

THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 21 ~ Sampling The Wears

Part I ~ The Wizard’s Gift

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie,
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man. ~
e. e. cummings

I said goodbye to everyone. The Tucson folks left to stay with Master Earl for a day before they returned to Tucson. Later that evening I retired early to the dungeon to my slave journal. I wanted to record my feelings and memories of the ceremony. I was impressed by its simple yet elegant symbolism of giving up one life for another; a transformation of sorts. To some it might seem contrived and almost adolescent. I would only suggest they investigate some of the more arcane rituals and initiation rites of the Masons or most civic groups.

There seemed to be a steady stream of well wishers and those wishing to say goodbye one more time. Dirk and Allen came down with Billy, Oscar, and his new master, Master Bert. Everyone spoke words of congratulations, joy, and happiness. Master Bert told me he couldn’t wait for me to visit them, and they would surely kill the fatted calf. I told him hamburgers would be fine. He laughed. Dirk and Allen told me they, too, were looking forward to my visit. Dirk promised he'd have Allen on a choke-chain leash. I assured him it wouldn't be necessary.

I asked Master Zack if he would bring Button down to the dungeon to say goodbye when they were ready to leave. I had a small gift for him. Master Zack came down the stairs with Button. Master Zack didn’t tell Button I had something for him. I got up from my desk, knelt in front of Master Zack, kissed his boots, and licked them a few times as well. I found his hand waiting, I gently kissed the back of it and placed it to my forehead. “Rise, good slave, and show this grateful master your love,” he commanded.

I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a good kiss. “Thank you, Master Zack, that was nice. I’m really looking forward to my visit with you and Button,” I said. I hugged and kissed Button who told me he loved me again. I asked them to sit down for a minute. Button set as close to Master Zack as he could.

“Master Zack would you mind...?” I asked as I held my arms out for Button.

“Of course not, Slave,” he replied. Button was already in my arms and sitting in my lap. I leaned over and kissed him gently. “Master Zack, you don’t know how good it is to hear you call me ‘slave.’ Now, I know when a master calls me slave, it’s the truth. I will be honored to be your slave and help my little brother serve you for a weekend,” I said and continued, “I have a small gift for you, Button.” I reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a small gift wrapped package with a card attached. “Read the card first, Dear-heart,” I told him.

I made the card, and it said on the front: “Not every day is going to be a great one,” the message on the inside said, “...but this will get you through the bad ones by rubbing it between your fingers. It contains a powerful magic. It’s been blessed by your big brother who was a wizard in a former life. All my love to you, Button, and Master Zack. On the occasion of Beau becoming a slave.” I signed my name at the bottom. Button read the card to Master Zack who was almost in tears.

“Now you may open your present, Button,” I told him.

He slowly opened it. Inside was a gold chain with a small St. Christopher statue embossed into a small round medallion. “Read the back to Master Zack,” I told him.

“It says: I belong to Master Zack. My master loves me and my big brother, Beau, loves me. Nothing can hurt me. I love you little brother, Beau 6/30/72. Button was in tears and so was Master Zack.

“Thank you, Beau, thank you. It’s the most wonderful gift. I love you so much,” Button said.

“He ain’t alone, Son,” Master Zack said choking back the tears.

“May I put it on, Master?” Button asked his Master.

“Of course you can. Will you help him, Beau?” he asked.

“Sure, let’s let Master Zack take a look first, what say, Little Brother?” I asked Button.

“I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to forget you,” he said humbly.

“He knows, Sweetheart, he knows you’re excited,” I tried to calm Button.

“Beau, this has to be one of the most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for us. It will not be forgotten, Son,” Master Zack said.

“I wanted to do something special for becoming a slave and this was what I most wanted to do. Now, when I can’t remember the date I became a slave, I can call you and Button and say, ‘Please see what the date on Button’s medallion is for me,’ and then I’ll know,” I said.

We shared a laugh. I put the medallion around Button’s neck, and he was admiring it in the mirror. It looked handsome against his dark skin. Master Zack motioned for me to stand, and he put his arms around me to embraced me. “Thank’s once again, my friend, you have my heart as well. We’re so looking forward to your visit. It’s all he can talk about. We’ll have fun. We have a place in Joshua Tree not far from Beryl and Blaine’s so you can expect the family,” he said and laughed, “It will be a relaxed weekend of rest for you and a special guest from Silverlake. It’s our way of saying, ‘Thank you.’”

“Come,” I said, “with your permission Master Zack, I’ll walk you out to your bike. I’m through with my writing for tonight, and I would enjoy seeing you and my little brother off down the hill,” I said.

“You have my permission, Slave,” he said.

“Master Zack, I’ve come to really admire and respect you. I cried under that leather skin listening to your words last night. I can’t tell you how much I appreciated the kind things you said,” I said.

“I’ll be honest, Slave. I’m scared to death of public speaking, but I thought it was only going to be the immediate family. We walked in there, and my God, there were hundreds of people. I told Button I didn’t know if I could do it. He told me I had to. I was very important. I must be brave for him and do it. He's never been that insistent about anything since he became my slave. He gave me the courage and strength. I knew I had to do it,” he said.

“Then, I thank you, too, Button, for backing up your old man. We slaves sometime have to tell our master’s we believe in them, right?” I asked and grinned at him.

“You’re right, Beau. See I remembered what you told me,” he said. The cute little imp winked at me and smiled sweetly. We walked upstairs and Oscar, Billy, and Master Bert were still leaving. Button turned to his master. “Please, Master Zack, may I show everyone what Beau gave me?” he asked.

“Of course, Son, go,” he said and patted Button on his butt. Button ran to Billy, Oscar, and Master Bert to show them. He showed them my card and exclaimed, “Look! Beau made this card just for me and gave me this. Isn’t it wonderful? And he told me the medallion has magic powers,” he gushed.

They read the card then the medallion. They were ‘ooing’ and ‘aaing’ over it telling how pretty it was and how handsome it looked on him. “Button, this is twenty-four caret gold. This is a treasure. Don’t lose it,” Master Jeb said.

“Button, it looks like it was made for you. It’s so handsome on you,” Oscar told him.

“It is, indeed, a treasure, and if Beau told you it has magic properties you can take his words to the bank, Little One. You’re a lucky little slave to be loved so much by two wonderful men,” Billy said with sincerity. At that moment, I knew I loved me some Clancy McGee. Billy saw me watching and grinning. He came to me, hugged me, kissed me, and groped me again. “That’s the present I want some night,” he said wickedly.

“You may have it however my wonderful Mr. McGee would like it whenever we get permission. It would be the fulfillment of a dream of mine of many years. Of course you have to promise to use a very large rubber husband on me after that,” I told him.

I thought Billy was going to bust a gut laughing and Master Zack, too. “You’re a piece of work, Beau,” Master Zack said and patted me on the back.

Button was in Big Beryl’s arms showing him, Blaine, Big Jim, Chief, Master Sam, and Yoshie his treasure. He read it to them. “And Beau told me it has magical powers. All I gotta' do is rub it between my fingers,” he said.

“Let me tell you, Kiddo,” Big Beryl said to him seriously, “if Beau James told you it has magical powers, it does, and it’s strong magic, too. Don’t use it unless you absolutely have to,” he said.

I’ve seen the magic Beau can do, Button, and Beryl is right, the Dungeon Master said, “It be powerful stuff, Son. Be careful with it and how you use it. Don’t use it to harm anyone because all of Beau’s magic is for good, and it will backfire on you,” he said.

I couldn’t believe the shit these guys were heaping on Button, but the more I thought about it I decided it was a loving thing to do. Magic is, after all, what we want to believe. If we can believe something hard enough, perhaps it will come true. Remember Dumbo? He could only fly if he was holding a magic feather with his trunk. It wasn’t magic at all, but he believed. (Okay, so it was Disney, sue me.) If these big men could re-enforced a belief in Button the medallion was truly a strong source of magic, then he would believe. Who's to say what it could or couldn’t do for him? I leaned closer to Master Zack and whispered, “Can you believe this, Master Zack?”

“It's good. He needs love from them. Look what you’ve done, Slave? He ain’t been this open with people since I took him for my slave three years ago,” Master Zack sighed, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

Master Zack, could I ask a favor?” I asked quietly.

“Anything, Beau, you know it,” he replied.

“Will you call me ‘slave’ more often than, ‘Beau?’ I asked, "I don’t know why, but when I hear it from you it makes my cock hard; just look!” I exclaimed looking down at my erection. He looked at old swinger standing tall and proud and started laughing. I didn’t think I was going to get him to stop. He grabbed my arm he was so doubled up.

“What the Hell did that slave say, Brother Zack, to get you going like that? I ain’t seen you laugh like that in a long time, but it’s damn good to see, Son,” Master Beryl bellowed.

“I’d pay a handsome penny to know what that was all about, too,” the Dungeon Master agreed.

Master Zack just shook his head and waved his hand over his head as he was still laughing.

“I’m not though, Master Zack,” I said trying to sound frustrated and hurt.

He got himself together. “I would be proud to grant the first part of your request, slave, and...?” he asked.

“I just wanted to add you make me feel like a real slave when you address me that way. It makes me feel good all over, sir,” I said humbly.

Zack got serious, seemed to think for a minute, then replied, “I had no idea. Of course, I’ll grant your request, Slave. You’ve become a good slave to me of your own will. I’ll always love and think of you that way. You’ve become a big brother to Button and, to be completely honest, thinking on you that way ain’t bad for my old dick neither, take a look,” he said. He sported a roaring hard-on underneath his leathers; a nice big one, too. We fell out laughing with each other as Button ran to his master’s arms.

Chief walked up behind me, put his arms around me, and spoke to Button, "I’m a full-blood Yavapie Indian, Button. I’ve seen magic done by Shamans and medicine men, but I’ve never seen any magic anywhere as powerful as the magic Beau can put into an object. Remember what the Dungeon Master said, use it only for good,” Chief said.

“I promise, I will, Chief. Are you a real Chief?” he asked.

“I’m next in line, Button, I’m a prince of my tribe,” Chief responded.

“That’s close enough for me, Chief,” Button said as everyone laughed.

“Come, Little One, we have to get on the road. We got an hour and a half ride ahead of us,” Zack said to his slave. Everyone walked them out to Master Zack’s Harley. Button put on his helmet and Master Zack put on his. Master Zack started his bike, they waved, and were gone.

Then my family started in on me. “Gees, that was a nice, thoughtful thing to do for the kid, Beau. That’s gonna’ mean more to him than you can imagine,” Master Jeb said.

“I wondered who you were buying that for the day I paid for it. He wouldn’t tell me who he was buying it for. You guys have any idea how much that thing cost?” the Dungeon Master asked.

“I do,” spoke up Billy, “twenty-four caret gold ain’t cheep,” he said.

“I do, too,” Yoshie said.

“Please, Master Jim,” I begged, afraid he was going to tell.

“Well, let’s just say it cost two more clams than a bucketful and you bought it before you even knew what you’d done for him. You didn’t know until last night, did you?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I replied honestly.

He grabbed me, hugged me, and kissed me on the neck. “I’m fucking proud of you, Slave,” the Dungeon Master said to me.

“Hell, we all are,” Master Beryl declared. I knew I picked a winner that night in the barn, Son,” he said and winked at me.

Everyone said their goodbyes and left but Chief. He had to be into work the next day, so he said his goodbyes to us. He really didn’t want to leave, and Big Jim knew it. “Why don’t you stay, Chief? My slave will loan you a pair of his coveralls. You can go to work from here in the morning. I’ll even let you fuck my slave if I can watch and maybe play with your butt a little. Hell, I own him now, he can’t say ‘no,’” Big Jim laughed at the look on my face.

“He’s right, Chief. I no longer have a say in those matters; however, orders like that from my master would easy for a slave to obey. I’d love for you to stay, Chief. The Dungeon Master here is a real slave driver and gets me up at the crack of dawn,” I said with a grimace. They started laughing, and it dawned on me what I said.

“Another Beaverism?” I asked Big Jim.

“Wait ‘til Jeb hears this one,” he said.

“Thanks for the kind offer, Gentlemen, but I’m afraid I must decline. Like Master Zack said last night, I know when to back off. I’d love to stay, but I’m afraid I wouldn’t get much rest. We got a big day tomorrow, and I’m taking on more of your job to help Jake. He hardly comes out on the floor anymore except to help if we get backed up. He’s good about that. I’m doing all the assignments, so I need to be sharp tomorrow. Them men put a lot of trust and responsibility on my shoulders, and I don't wanna' let them down. There will be other times.

"I never met a group of men who made me feel more welcome and comfortable. Beau, I ain’t been to a gay bar since I met you. See what influence you guys have on me. I think all day about everyone of you, and it makes my days fly by. I get grilled at work by Jake as to how you’re doing, what’s new with the group, when you’re becoming a slave? When and where will the Ceremony be? He really loves you, Beau,” Chief said. Chief continued to talk as Big Jim and I walked him to his bike. He gave us each a hug, got on his Norton, and waved on his way down the hill.

The Dungeon Master playfully picked me up in his arms on the way into the house and carried me into the living room. “Dungeon Master, of all the boots, cocks, and balls I kissed last night there was one set I most wanted to pay homage to but never got them offered to me,” I said sort of hurt.

He looked at me, opened his mouth to speak then paused for a moment to think, “Oh shit! You’re right. I was getting in line and something came up. I went to take care of it and never got back. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you right now,” he declared. He carried me to the auditorium to the front of the hall, and there was Master Jeb sitting in the dark. “Jeb, you all right?” Big Jim asked his friend.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I come out here a lot and sit in the dark to collect my thoughts. What brings you guys out here?” he asked.

“I have a gross error to correct as Dungeon Master,” he replied. He set me down on my feet.

“Master Jeb wasn’t in line last night either, Dungeon Master,” I lamented.

“You’re right, Slave, I wasn’t. I had to go to the house and lie down, but I was here for the ceremonies. They were the best we ever had. The crowd of people was wonderful and I’m very proud of the job our new Dungeon Master did. I’m willing to make up for it now if you’ll forgive me, Slave,” he said.

“Please, Master, I’ll escort you to the stage myself.” I helped him up, took his arm, and helped him climb the steps to the stage.

The Dungeon Master lit three candles. A symbol of the three souls present. I knelt in front of Master Jeb first and kissed each of his big boots and then set back on my feet, “May I, Master...?” I asked looking at his crotch.

“You have permission, Slave,” he replied. I undid his leather pants and gently pulled out his handsome cock and balls. I kissed the head of his thick cock, then raised each of his heavy balls and kissed each of them lovingly. I licked them clean, kissed the shaft of his cock, and watched it engorge with blood.

“Do you wish more, Master?” I asked.

“No, that was more than enough homage for tonight as both of you can see,” he said laughing. “You’re our property now, Son. When I need you, I’ll call for you, and I know without a doubt you’ll come to me. Having said that, you have your Dungeon Master to take care of this evening. I dare say he’s earned that right with you, and he has my blessing for a job well done,” Master Jeb said.

Master Jim was next. He’d already ripped off his cod piece and shoved it into his back pocket. I kissed, licked, and cleaned his giant boots, and he let me without saying a word. When I was finished, I set back and asked if he was pleased with my cleaning job. “Quite pleased, Slave. Now, show me your homage that’s due me,” I kissed Babe and couldn’t stop kissing him. I held the Dungeon Masters balls in my hand and kissed each one of them with love. I licked and cleaned them and sat back again. “That was fine, Slave. I know it’s late but it might be better this way. I got paid a Hell of a lot more respect than time would have allowed last evening. Now, get up here and show your new owner your love,” he said. He was right. It was better. I hugged and kissed him passionately. “Congratulations, Slave, you are now our personal possession,” Master Jeb added. “We haven’t owned a better one, Jeb,” The Dungeon Master sighed.

“We need to get him to bed. He has a Hell of a day coming tomorrow,” Master Jeb said. We helped Master Jeb into the house. He wanted to get to bed.

“Do you need my help, Master?” I asked.

“Just with my boots, Son,” he replied. I didn’t hesitate, I got my leg around them and felt his other big boot on my ass as he gently pushed. The boot eased off and then came easily. I did the same for the other and it was off. “Thank you, Slave,” he said like he was tired.

“It’s an honor to serve you, Master,” I replied.

“Gimme’ a hug, Son,” he gently ordered me. I did and he asked softly as I was hugging him, “Happy?”

“You didn’t have to ask, you can tell,” I said and smiled at him.

“It’s good to see, Slave. I’m so happy for you. I love you, Son,” he said.

“I know, Master, and I owe my happiness to you. How can I ever thank you?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? You do every day. You’re a fucking joy to have around. Look what you did for that kid this evening. I still can’t believe you did that. It was wonderful sentiment. You impressed the shit out of everyone with your thoughtfulness, generosity, and compassion. Who does it reflect on, Son? I ask you? Who?” he asked and grinned.

“You and Master Jim?” I replied.

“Exactly, so you see, in a way, seeing you happy is a greater happiness for Jim and me. You should understand that. To see Button happy was a greater happiness for Master Zack and the rest of us as well,” he said.

“It was, indeed, a happy moment for me, Master. I didn’t think of any larger meaning when I decided to buy it for Button. I know what you’re talking about good deeds creating a ripple effect. Thanks for the lesson,” I said.

“Get out of here, you scamp. I already told you I loved you,” he dismissed me and laughed as I was leaving.

I got to the door, turned and spoke to him, “I love you, Master Jeb, and I’m proud to be owned by you. It’s an honor, sir,” I said with all my heart.

I turned and walked away. I ran down to the dungeon to shut every thing down and found the Dungeon Master reading my slave journal. He motioned for me to sit down on the bed in the cell I was using for my personal get away. My cell was neat. It was cozy. I found an old picture of Master Jeb’s and put it up on the wall. I even spent a couple nights down here when I needed to withdraw from everyone. My masters were wise enough to give me my space. I found, much to my amazement, I needed time to myself. One night to myself, and I would be like new, ready to take on the world.

Maybe we all need our private space. Trouble is, too many people withdraw into themselves because of hurts, real or imagined. They get lost in their own quagmire and are afraid to venture out or take someone’s hand who has reached out to help them. No man is an island. For best results, the prescription for life should be: take two people per day as needed with a grain of salt.

“I want to apologize for reading from your private journal at the ceremony last night, Son,” Big Jim said.

“No apology necessary, Master. I was flattered you thought enough of my writing to read from it,” I replied.

“I wanted to tell you why,” Jim said.

“You don’t have to, Master. I didn’t mind,” I replied.

“Well, I’m going to anyway, so sit there, shut up, and listen,” he said sternly.

“Yes, sir,” I replied meekly.

“I’ve been the one reading your journal all this time. Jeb has really been sick. I give him the oral, high spot version so he can relate to you in your talks. It’s about all he can do these days, Beau. While reading your accounts of people, places, and things they jump off the page at me. Your descriptions of people I’ve known for years are sometimes a deeper and more knowledgeable portrait than I could ever imagine writing. I’m fascinated by your talent. The section I read in the ceremony was one of the best descriptions of going from despair to hope I’ve ever read. Furthermore, it said more in the fewest possible words about masters and slaves than anything I’ve ever read. I wasn’t alone in my estimation. I was approached by twenty, twenty-five people who asked me if I would ask you for a copy of what I read.

"It impressed the shit out of a lot of people. You’re the only person who knows my education level so you should know I’m not telling you these things to flatter you or blow smoke up your ass. When I read it the first time, I was a basket case. I thought to myself, ‘Get a hold of yourself you old romantic son-of-a-bitch. You’re standing to close to the trees,’ and satisfied myself with that explanation. When I read it to Jeb, I looked up after reading it to him, and he was a mess. We had a good laugh at ourselves when I told him I responded the same way. You couldn’t see the audience, but I doubt there was a dry eye in the house. So in my estimation you earned the ovation you received.”

“Thank you, Master,” I said.

“My point is this, I come down here sometimes after I’m sure you’re asleep and read what you’ve written. I’ve never been disappointed. Have you ever considered taking a course in writing?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I replied.

“I want your blessing to talk with your master about this. I’m going to anyway. As my slave you have no say in the matter, but I’m wise enough, and love you enough to ask. I know you tend to keep your creative talents to yourself, but you shouldn’t. I’d like to share this journal with your master. It will give him a leg up in his personal training. It’s almost a blueprint of you. In short, it’s one of the most remarkable things I’ve ever read from a novice, untrained writer. Some have it, some don’t. You definitely have a talent,” he said.

I sat for a while thinking. “Certainly you have my blessing, sir. I’m a bit embarrassed, but I’ll get over it. You’ve been a big help to get me over some large self doubts, Master; like telling the story this morning about Josh Cochran’s cock. I don’t think I could have done it without your encouragement. Master Jeb tells me I’ve come a long way. Do you think so?” I asked.

“Absolutely, Slave! You’re not the brash, cocky, nasty mouthed, little ‘butch bottom’ who walked in here two months ago. Of course, now, you’re a slave. I don’t think there’s anyway you would’ve even considered becoming a slave that first night. I never thought Jeb would convince you it was the road you needed to travel for your own personal happiness, especially after I came on so strong and scared the living crap out a’ you,” he chastised himself.

“It wasn’t Master Jeb who convinced me,” I said and grinned.

“Who was it then?” he asked.

“When I left that night, I knew, no matter how hurt I felt because of your rejection, no matter the cost, not having you in my life was not an option. Even if you weren’t going to allow yourself to love me, I was going to love you, and at least serve you for a while. I took the position I would obey you, respect you, pleasure you, offer you my most sincere comfort, but I would do nothing to try to change your mind. You laid it out for me. You weren’t going to get involved because when training was over I would be sold; end of subject. How many times did you tell me that?” I asked.

“If it was more than once, it was too many,” Master Jim allowed.

“I may be a slave, but I’ll be damned if I’ll beg any man to love me. My choice to love you was my business as long as I didn’t try to manipulate you. Being a slave, I wasn’t worried too much about that anyway. I think it only confused you, but don’t think I’m all that selfless; remember, I had few options. Master Jeb knew I’d come to the end of the road. I even bought a gun to do the job. Whether anything came of my unconditional love for you or not, I would have the pleasure of being used and being around someone I desperately needed for at least a while. I would deal with the future when it came.

"Then I met Master Earl. I’ve asked myself if I would have fallen in love with him if you hadn’t closed your door? I went through the tortures of the damned with guilt. How could I love him so much and have my heart want to jump out of my chest every damn time I’m around you. I can’t even sit beside you and smell you without getting hard. You make the skin on my body wanna’ turn inside out. I tried to chalk it up to lust. 'Yeah, that’s it! That's the ticket! I don’t really love him. It’s pure animal lust for a big sexy man,' I convinced myself. Fortunately, that dog didn’t hunt long. The weekend we went to Beryl’s, I knew I was hopelessly lost. I was doomed. I knew I had to have you in my life in some way.

“I took one last chance that Friday night I spent the weekend here. You opened up a little to me, but seemed regretful. You floored me by putting your cards on the table. Under the circumstances, it took a big man to do something like that. To be honest, I don’t know if I could have done what you did. I only loved you all the more for finally being honest with me. I’ve grown so much with you, I don’t think we’ll ever be apart for long. I can’t even imagine it. It’s only because of you and your blessing I think I can be a good slave to Master Earl.

"Master Earl knows you’re a part of my family, not in the sense of the family clan, but my own chosen few of extended family. I've been totally honest with him. He knows my feelings for you and accepts them. He knew you and I would bond even more though training; yet, he insisted I go through with it. Officer Earl D. Shaw is not a shallow man, Dungeon Master,” I said.

“He’s shown me nothing but love and respect. I know you’re right about that. I’ve grown very fond of him as well,” Master Jim said.

“Consider, Master, I’m now officially a slave. I have several other titles as well. I’m your little brother, you’re ollee-ollee-oxen-free buddy, and several others. I haven’t stopped being those things according to your personal needs speech in the gym the other morning.”

“You’re right, Son. That’s another thing, you’re my first born slave, my son. You’ll always be my baby-slave,” he said and grinned wickedly.

“I ain’t gonna’ call you ‘dad.’ I already call fifteen men in the family ‘dad.’ I can’t keep track of which dad’s on first,” I said laughing. Big Jim roared with laughter. I continued, “I’ll call you D.M. for Dungeon Master. No, on second thought, add an ‘O’ to the middle of it but it ain’t too respectful. I’m so proud of you as Dungeon Master and to be your first. I’m going to tell you something, but it must remain a confidence between us. I was lying under that leather sheet listening to your voice and was so happy it was you who was conducting my slave ceremony. You were really good,” I complimented him.

“Think so?” he asked.

“Don’t milk it,” I replied sarcastically.

“I’ll milk you, you little shit!” the Dungeon Master exclaimed.

He grabbed me and turned me across his knee and proceeded to spank my ass hard. I yelled at him. I warned him, but he wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t listen, he just kept on laughing the harder he spanked me, and I shot all over his leathers and boots. Then that hard nosed old man made me lick him clean. Damn near came the second time.

“Come on, Tiger, let’s get you to bed,” ordered the Dungeon Master as we started out of the dungeon for the night. “By the way,” Big Jim asked on the way up the stairs, “what was it you said to Zack this evening that nearly killed the poor man?" he asked.

“Well, I was trying to give him a compliment, but I fucked it up. I asked him if he would consider a request from me. He agreed, and I asked him if he would start referring to me more as 'slave' instead of 'Beau.' I explained I didn’t know why, and I still don’t know why, when he calls me ‘slave’ it makes my dick hard. I showed him my dick was standing straight up,” I explained.

“No wonder he was doubled up,” Big Jim said and roared with laughter.

“Well, that’s not the best part,” I said.

“There’s more?” he asked.

“When he responded he said he would be pleased to call me slave, he told me it didn’t do his old dick any harm either, and he showed me. His was rock hard, too,” I said, and we fell together laughing.

We came to the Bear’s Lair and I could tell my big blue ox was tired; he had a full day. I took his boots off, helped him off with his leathers, and he headed for the showers.

“Master Ox?” I call to him.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Please, don’t shower tonight,” I requested.

“I’ve been sweating all day in my leathers. I never stopped long enough to come up here and change,” he replied.

“I know,” I said with a smile.

“You sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” I replied.

Was I ever? He still had a healthy male odor mixed with the lingering smell of old leather. Sleep was going to be sporadic. I already had a roaring hard on. “I’ll jump in the shower,” I said.

“No, you won’t! Get in this bed, Slave. Now! You’re not the only one who’s hooked on body odors. Sometimes you walk by me, I get a strong whiff of you, and my old cock gets hard instantly. All I can think about is how soon and how far I can get Babe up your little butt,” he said.

“Yes, Master, I will obey,” I said.

I giggled and put my backside to him. He put his big furry arms around me, and I felt like I was on one of those amusement rides when the big padded bar drops down and locks you in. I was locked in for the night. No chance of this slave falling off the bed. No, sir. Few ghoulies, ghosties, long leggedy beasties, or things that go bump in the night would take on my giant. I was safe. I could always count on a good nights sleep in the arms of my giant master. The dragons of horror wouldn’t dare come around when I was under his protection. The screaming green meanies would do a quick shuffle-off to Buffalo.

* * * * * * *
Part II ~ Visitations

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
strangles valleys by ropes of things
and stifles forests in white ago?
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring ~
e. e. cummings

Here begins the recording of my weekend visits to those masters who paid a non-refundable two hundred dollar fee to have me as their slave for one full weekend. While it was a somewhat hectic time it was one of the greatest and most loving times of my life as a young man. I never fully thought of myself as a man until I was promoted to shop foreman and accepted my life as a slave. I look back on that summer as the summer I grew up and took my place among other men. My place was to serve one alpha-male in particular and a clan of alpha-males as family, and I was comfortable with myself. I slowly got to know my family, and they got to know me. It became a dance, a love affair, a romance between me and those who welcomed me into their lives and hearts.

* * * * * * *
Master Sam & Yoshie ~

My first week as a newly fledged slave was a full one, but the Dungeon Master and I repeated nearly the same schedule like clockwork everyday. It was over before I could turn around to catch my breath. Something strange happened to me after my slave ceremony. I got so many compliments on my physical appearance it tripped a switch in my mind I didn't want to look just better. I wanted to excel in creating a new body for myself and my masters. My body began to grow by leaps and bounds. The testosterone pumped into my butt by a couple of loads of Alpha-male master come per day was taking its toll at the gym. Even the owner whistled that Friday morning when he walked in and saw how pumped we were. We did extra work for him on Fridays because we couldn’t come in Saturdays and Sundays. We washed and folded enough extra towels, so he wouldn’t run out over the weekend. He was shocked we would even bother.

Friday came and Master Sam arrived at exactly five-thirty to pick me up. He rode up on his Harley and asked where my leathers were? I told him they were in my cell. He instructed me to wear them. I went to put them on as he chatted with Master Jeb and Jim. I returned in about ten minutes with no shirt, my vest, chaps over my Levis and boots. I had a small bag of extra clothes.

“Take your vest off for a minute, Slave, I wanna’ see,” Master Sam ordered.

I did, and he instructed me to slowly turn around. He grinned real big and stuck out his hand to Master Jim. “Well done, Dungeon Master! Well done, indeed sir!” Sam exclaimed. Big Jim smiled and sort of bowed to Sam.

“Come on, boy, my doctor-slave is on pins and needles waiting for us to return. He can’t wait to see you. Boy do you have a fan. Woah! I just don’t understand it,” he said shaking his head and grinned at me. He threw back his head and laughed as we took off down the hill. Holy shit! Sam could ride a bike. Never have I ridden on the back of a bike when the owner was in so much control. He seemed to become a part of it. With the slightest move he was in and out of traffic, up and over, under and around, he moved the bike with the grace of a ballet dancer. Impressed the shit out of me. Who would a’ thunk it? My boss. I was learning to appreciate the man more and more. Yoshie adored him. He couldn’t do enough for him. He worried about him; fussed over him. Sam loved it. It was Yoshie’s first week as a rookie intern in the ER at the hospital, and I couldn’t wait to hear the gory details. We arrived, and as I got off his bike I complimented Master Sam on the ride over. “You really know how to ride a bike, Master Sam. Impressed the shit out a’ me,” I complimented him.

He grinned real big. “Years of riding, Son. Wasted years. I’s taught by the best,” he explained.

“Who?” I asked.

“A huge, horny old goat what lives in the desert,” Sam said and grinned again.

“Master Beryl?” I asked.

“The very best,” Sam allowed.

I remembered riding lying back against Big Beryl’s hairy chest with one huge arm around me riding back from the barn that day, and he was good on a bike. The old man was good at everything he did. Sam continued, “Beryl’s motto: Don’t try to carry it on your back! Ride the damn thing! He taught me how to ride,” explained Master Sam.

We walked into their beautiful home and Yoshie came to greet me in the raw wearing his collar. He looked quite handsome. We hugged, kissed, and immediately walked away, arm in arm talking with each other. Poor Sam was left to shake his head in mirth at us, but called after me. “Here’s the drill, Kid. Tonight with us – alone. We deliver you to your master’s place around noon for brunch. You stay over with him. He brings you here Sunday before noon for brunch. We’ll have you back to Jeb’s and Jim’s by nine P.M. How’s that?" Sam asked.

“Sounds wonderful, Master Sam. I can’t thank you and Yoshie enough. Underneath your gruff exterior beats a kind and generous heart. I love you, Master Sam,” I said.

“Hear! Hear! Don’t go gettin’ all mushy on me,” he said laughing at me then eased up, “We love you, too, you little shit. Com’mer,” he demanded, grabbed me, hugged me, stole a kiss and swung me around the room.

“Show Beau were he can get undressed, Yoshie,” Master Sam ordered.

“Yes, Dad. Come Beau, bring your bag. We’ll put you in the guest bedroom.” I followed Yoshie and got undressed as we talked non-stop about everything. He helped me with my collar, locked it, and carried the key to his master. I walked back into the living room and went to Master Sam, knelt in front of him for my ritual greeting. When he told me to rise he gave me the biggest kiss right on the mouth. I didn’t hold back, I kissed him, too.

“Damn!” I said still in his arms, “I feel so comfortable here. It feels like a second home to me,” I said.

Sam smiled real big and patted me on the butt. “Oh, Lord, Yoshie, whatever you do, don’t leave out a saucer of milk. We’ll never get rid of him,” he said with humor. We laughed at his joke, “You’re second home? That’s fine. That’s how we want you to feel. We’re glad you do. You’re more than welcome here, Son, you know that. Guess who wanted to stop over later to say ‘Hello’?”

“Dad Jake?” I asked.

“You guessed it. I told him around eight. He can’t stay long, but he didn’t get to talk much with you at the ceremony. I have to the give that old hard-nosed redneck son-of-a-bitch credit. He swallowed his prejudices to come and do give you away because of his love for you. Takes a big man to do that. He’s working out better than we hoped in his new job and Chief, for all practical purposes, has taken over your job. He knows so damn much more than them other mechanics combined. Even hard-nose Jake has to admit Chief knows his onions. Everyday he comes back off the floor from break with Chief, shakes his head and says, ‘My boy can pick ‘em.” We just laugh at him. He’s lightened up a lot. Finally met Yoshie. He loves Yoshie.”

“Well, maybe you should think about making Chief foreman, Boss, I’ll step down for him,” I said.

“Didn't I tell you he’d say that?” Sam asked Yoshie.

“Yes, Dad, you did,” Yoshie agreed.

“You’re our new foreman, and you will be when you return to work. Is that understood?” Sam asked like he was not to be questioned.

“Thank you, Master Sam, I understand,” I said.

“Maybe someday we’ll consider Chief for foreman, but right now, I have reasons for you being foreman; reasons you don’t even know about. We’ve got our eye on Chief. He’s doing a fine job. He’s doubled the output since Jake was foreman, and I know you'll do as well. You already did the last week you worked. How do you like your hamburger, Beau?” Master Sam yelled from the patio.

“Medium is fine,” I yelled back on my way to the kitchen to give Yoshie a hand.

“He’s cute,” Yoshie said, “he always asks everyone how they want their hamburger. It doesn’t matter, they always come out the same, done. But they're good. He’s a pretty fair cook, although with our schedules, we do a lot of take out,” Yoshie said.

“Yeah, Master Earl and I live on take out during the week. When he's tired he doesn’t feel like cooking, and after crawling under them big trucks all day, I don’t either,” I said.

Master Sam walked back into the house with a platter of cheeseburgers and told me to run into the guest bedroom where I was staying and get his sweater out of the closet for him. I immediately obeyed, walked into the room, and sitting on the bed was my master in all his leathers wearing his big Wesco boots. I instantly fell to my knees and paid homage to him. He let me go though the ritual. We hugged and kissed. “Surprised?” he asked.

“Yes, sir!” I replied. I took him by the hand, but before I left I saw a sweater over a chair in the corner. I looked at it, and he knew what was going through my mind.

“Do it!” he said with a mischievous grin as he reached for the sweater. I walked back into the room with the sweater and handed to Master Sam. “Gee, Master Sam, those burgers look great, and I’m really hungry.” A wry smile came across Sam’s face as he thanked me for the sweater.

“Think you're gonna’ put one over on me don’t ya’, Kid?” he asked. I started laughing, gave him a big hug, and thank him for the wonderful surprise. “Get in here, Earl! The very idea of you going along with a prank like that,” he said laughing. “Had me going for a minute, though,” Master Sam admitted. We all laughed.

The evening was magic. We relaxed, ate dinner, talked and just enjoyed each other. Yoshie left for a moment and returned with a small carefully wrapped package with a small ribbon, tightly, and elegantly tied around it.

“For you, Beau,” he said as he held it out to me.

“Gosh! What’s this?” I didn’t make the connection in my mind.

“Open it,” Master Sam ordered.

I slowly opened the package and what I saw took my breath away. It was Joshua Cochran’s cock perfectly sculpted to the outline of his real dick with approximately one quarter inch of the acrylic left all around. It was perfect to the proportions of his cock. I was stunned. I knew his dad was a craftsman, but this was beyond beautiful, it was a ‘fucking’ work of art. It was very probably the most unique dildo in existence.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Beau?” Yoshie asked with a huge smile and obvious pride in his dad’s work.

“Beautiful? My God, Yoshie, it’s a fucking work of art. It's exquisite. I’m speechless. Stunned. It’s beyond beautiful, wouldn’t you say, Boss-man? Master Earl?” I asked the masters.

“I’ve seen a lot of his dad’s work, and it has to be one of his best,” Master Sam allowed. Master Earl agreed. He was wowed by the beauty of the piece.

“What do I owe your dad, Yoshie? I’ll have Master Jim send him a check from my account,” I asked.

“Don’t be silly, Beau, he did it for you. It’s his gift to you as my close friend,” Yoshie said.

“Then I must do something nice for him. Can you think of anything he might like I can get him to show my appreciation. I hope someday, I may get to thank him in person and shake his hand,” I said.

“I’m sure you will. I have him over quite often for dinner. We’ll make arrangements some evening. Let me think on it, and I’ll get back to you. He’s funny, he doesn’t tell his kids very often he wishes anything,” Yoshie said.

“This is too perfect. If I ever run into Josh Cochran I hope he can appreciate the love his cock has experienced since it left his body,” I said. They laughed. I didn’t mean it to be funny, but then I laughed, too, when I realized what I said. “I guess that came out wrong, but you know what I meant,” I said. They laughed again. So did I.

“With an education like yours, Beau, how did you end up a mechanic?” Yoshie asked.

“I found out a master's degree in fine arts is not a marketable hot-button ticket in the world. I don't think I even told Sam I had a college degree. He did ask if I had a high school diploma, and I said 'yes.' I walked in off the street and practically begged Sam for a job. I told him I’d do anything for any amount of money. He put a broom and a mop in my hand and said, ‘Go to it, Kid!' I had money when I got out of the service, but I wouldn’t touch it. I didn’t care what I did, I just wanted to make enough to have my own apartment and a few essential. Glad I never was a collector because I didn’t have a lot to get rid of,” I said.

“Consider my situation,” Yoshie said, “when Beryl and Blaine brought me to Master Jeb, I had the clothes on my back. I didn’t have money for a phone call. I was so miserably in love, nothing else mattered. I still love Breed to this day, but I was in love with the idea of love and not the reality of my circumstances. It was like living in a horrible nightmare. I didn’t know if I would be alive from day to day. Still, I knew it wasn’t his fault, Beau. Breed used to scare me to death when he’d wake up in the middle of the night screaming at the top of his voice. He was reliving the Hell he went through in Nam. And I don’t mean sleep walking. I’m talking hand to hand combat, and I was the enemy. I’m so happy with Master Sam, Breed doesn’t cross my mind much anymore. Did you remember seeing in the cards where I would run into him?”

“Yes, I remember, I just didn’t want to tell you because what you were telling me about not entering internship for six months didn’t make sense. Now it does. You just started. You sure you want to know?” I asked.

“I’m going to meet him at the hospital?” he asked.

“Yep! I don’t know how but you will,” I said.

“Beau, a chill just ran up my back, ‘cause when I walked into the ER last Monday morning all Hell broke loose. I was up to my asshole in victims of a runaway bus accident on the freeway. I thought one of the men was Breed. I saw his face and turned. When I turned back it was someone else. It was weird,” Yoshie said and shuddered like a chill ran up his spine.

“No, it ain’t. It was precognition. You saw his face, because you will probably see his face in the ER. Don’t know when. Wouldn’t do either of us any good or him either to try to warn him. What’s gonna’ happen is gonna’ happen. Who knows, he may come in to visit someone,” I said.

“Thanks, Brother,” Yoshie said to me.

“Just don’t be frightened when it happens; remember, you have the love of a good master to give you courage who is responsible for you being there in the first place; second you have your family’s and my blessing nothing can harm you,” I said, laid my hand on his head, and touched it lightly.

“Damn! I felt something go through me,” Yoshie said.

“It was my protection. You are now protected, but you won’t need it. You’ll know how to handle the situation. Besides Breed has a big shocker to tell the family,” I added.

“That he's decided to become a slave to some man?” Yoshie asked.

“How did you know?” I asked in reply.

“I always had a gut feeling it’s what he was meant to be, and he was beating me up because he was hating that part of himself. I think he’s known for a long time he wants to be a slave. I think he’s probably never tried to sub for a man because he’s pretty aggressive, and he hasn’t found a man who will yank him up by the short hairs and give him what he needs. He needs to be loved and controlled in a firm disciplined way. To my way of thinking, it would take a superman, an alpha-male of the roughest sort to humble Breed.

“The worst beating he ever gave me, the one which made up my mind to get out or he was going to kill me, I accused him of wanting to be a bottom. I told him he didn’t know how to be a good and loving master so he should consider slave training and find a master who wouldn’t put up with his shit. He went into such a rage you would've thought a demon entered his body. I don’t think he remembered doing such mean things to me. I was right to leave him. It took me a good while, because I didn’t want to face the truth. I was imprinted he was my master and thought I loved him. I did, and I didn’t. He killed most of the passionate love I had for him, and what was left was serving him and taking care of his needs out of fear. That’s sick. I was sick.

"It took Master Jeb and Jim to nurse me back to health. Those men are saints. I lived with them on the mountain and worked at a small job in Hollywood. I can’t tell you the number of nights, even before I began slave training, I would cry myself to sleep in Master Jim or Master Jeb’s arms. They never once scolded me or told me to shape up. They just let it run its course. One morning, I announced to them I was through being miserable; I wanted another life for myself. I asked them to make me into a good slave and sell me. They did precisely that. How I lucked out and got one of the greatest masters who ever walked on this Earth to buy me is a mystery.

"I go to sleep every night thanking the universe for my fortune. After we got together, Master Sam ask what I wanted to do with my life and I told him ‘To be your slave, Master.’ He said, 'No, no, as a vocation. What did you ever truly want to be.' I told him an M.D. I was working toward it when I met Breed. I had two years pre-med behind me. He just said fine, get catalogs from U.S.C. My slave will be a doctor. There was no further discussion, nothing. I obeyed and he put me through Med School at U.S.C. which ain’t cheap,” Yoshie rolled his eyes.

Yoshie told me about the bus accident which occurred the first day he joined the ER. He hadn’t been there more than half an hour. He didn’t know where anything was, and had to keep asking nurses for stuff. He said he got through it with a second year resident who took him under his wing. He said it’s steady paced work all day long, but he loves it. He asked if he could tell Master Sam and Master Earl what we discussed about the cards. I said sure. He did and Master Sam said, “Well, if it has to happen at all, the hospital would be a good place. I don’t wish the man harm, but he would be very vulnerable at a time like that. Think you can handle it, Son?” Sam asked his slave.

“With your love, our family’s love, and Beau’s protection? I can handle it, Dad,” Yoshie replied.

Yoshie and I cleaned up and finished in the kitchen. Our master’s were sitting in Master Sam’s spa and invited us to join them. “The key to your collar is on the table, Son. Give it to your master so he can take it off,” Sam said. I did and set by Master Earl as he took my collar off. Yoshie was curled up in Sam’s big arms. I did the same with my master and was in heaven.

“Nephew, indeed!” I winked at Sam.

He smiled, shrugged, and replied, “Yeah, ain’t it strange, he has a nephew named Yoshie,” he said quoting Dad Jake. Sam and I fell out laughing. Yoshie and my master didn’t understand until Sam told them the story about finding me laughing at something Jake tossed off to me about Sam. Then they laughed, too.

The door bell rang and Sam ushered Jake out to the patio. I got out of the tub and got his coveralls wet hugging him. “Dad, did you get to meet my master at the ceremony? You were out of there so fast I didn’t get to introduce you,” I lamented.

“I met your master on his bike at work one morning. You introduced me. Hello, Master Earl, how are you? Good to see you again,” Jake said.

“I’m fine Jake, won’t you join us?” my master asked.

“I can’t stay long, but what the Hell, sure, I’d love to for a while,” Jake replied. Sam offered him a beer and snapped his fingers at me to get him one. I rushed to the kitchen. I handed Dad Jake his beer as he eased into the hot water.

I hugged him again, and thanked him for giving me into slavery. “That was a really sweet thing to do, Dad,” I said.

“What’s a dad for if he can’t give his favorite son into slavery?” he asked and started laughing. We laughed at the absurdity of his statement.

“Damn, Son, we really miss you at work. It’s just ain't the same without you. I’ll admit you picked one Hell of a winner in Chief. The man knows as much or more than I do about some of them damn trucks. He’s sharp, Beau, and he’s generous with his knowledge and help. He can explain something to the dumbest guy there, and he gets it. Besides, I keep tabs on you through him. He’s good natured and puts up with my shit. Most of all, I miss my afternoon boot stomping my boy’s butt,” he said and roared with laughter. Everyone laughed with him. He was funny.

“It’s good to see you, Dad,” I told him.

“You too, Kid. Stand up a minute,” he commanded. I did and he whistled.

“Hell, you got bigger tits than my wife, Kid,” he said without nuance. Sam and Yoshie almost drowned in the tub laughing. So did my master and I.

“Well, thanks, Dad – I think,” I said. Jake laughed.

True to his word he drank his beer and had to leave. I got out with him to see him off. At the door he hugged me again, and snapped his fingers as he winked at Sam. I dropped to my knees and kissed each boot, found his hand waiting, and completed the ritual. “Get up here slave and give your old man a hug for the road,” he ordered. I gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. “Love ya’, Kid,” he said.

“Love you, too, Dad. Thanks for everything,” I said. He smiled real big and was gone.

“He really loves you, Beau,” Sam said as he put his arms around my shoulder and walked me back to the patio, “and you probably do have bigger tits than his wife.” We shared a laugh. It was a wonderful evening. They had to go to bed early as Yoshie had an early morning at the hospital, but he would be home by eleven or so. Master Earl and I stayed in the water for a while longer, enjoying each other, being quiet, with him doing outrageous things to my tits.

“Your Dungeon Master said he thought your tits cry out for heavy gage rings. How do you feel about it slave?” he asked.

“You know how I feel about it, Master. If my master wants his slave to wear heavy gaged rings in these tits he owns, then it will be done. End of subject.”

“Good answer, Slave. I have to say, I’m leaning to the Dungeon Master’s point of view. I think I could really get into seeing you with them. They would be great to play with, and perhaps a cock piercing, a Prince Albert I think, would round off your tit piercings very nicely. I can use it as an alternative place to connect your leash to lead you around. I know Billy would get a charge out of it,” he said and we laughed.

“Whatever you decide for me is what I want, Master. I would give you anything, I love you that much,” I said.

“Well, let’s get out of here, and you can give me a piece of that sweet ass of yours,” he replied.

“There is a God,” I said under my breath, and he slapped me on my butt.

It turned out to be an idyllic laid back weekend. We spent the next day at Master Earl’s, and I got to see Monty again. You remember Pusslene? We named her Montgomery because Master Earl referred to her as his ward. We call her Monty for short. A boy’s name you say? Well, she’s had her itch removed so she don’t know the difference. She was glad to see me, I think. As glad as a cat can be, I suppose. It was nice to see something familiar from my past. It was as if she was telling me, “So nice of you to visit. I’m happy here. Come back soon. Love ya’! Write when you get work, Dear.” Then she proceeded to curl up in my master’s lap. She, too, fell in love with him. I called her a tramp.

Master Sam had me back to Mt. Washington at nine-fifteen sharp. I couldn’t thank him enough. “Didn’t I tell you, your family would take care of you, Slave, and you have family now?” he asked firmly.

“Yes, Master Sam,” I replied meekly.

“You didn’t understand when I told you, did you? You had no idea. You understand it now, boy?” he asked.

“Yes, Master Sam,” I again answered like a kid getting chewed out by his dad.

“Love you,” he said.

“You, too. My love and thanks to Yoshie. I had a wonderful time,” I said.

Master Sam waved as he headed down the hill. I had tears in my eyes, but my giant had his arms around my front. He held me tight. I was glad to see him even if I did have another hellacious week coming up. Believe it or not, I was looking forward to it. I feared nothing! Bring it on!

* * * * * * *
Master Beryl & Blaine ~

I continued to write more in my journal. I would bring it to bed with me so the Dungeon Master didn’t have to hunt for it, and several times I fell asleep as he was reading. I tried to log as many feelings and responses to personalities I could cram into it during the time I had to write. I somehow managed to get in an hour every morning by getting up an hour and a half earlier than the Dungeon Master. In the evenings, I would get in a couple hours during a free period before I had to start helping with dinner. Sometimes we got take out, and I had a few more minutes to record my thoughts. I filled almost three quarters of the journal.

The Dungeon Master didn’t comment again about it. He felt it might make me nervous about recording my true feelings. It didn’t. I was who I was now. I didn’t care what the rest of the world thought. I wasn’t writing for him to like it, nor anyone who should read it. It was, after all, for me. I was writing with a vengeance about what I saw as great injustices, not only in my life, but in humankind. It was doing something to the Dungeon Master. He was looking at me through different eyes. I was becoming something more than just his love-toy slave-boy trainee.

He was invited out to the desert with me. He wasn’t lied to. He was told Master Earl would be invited as well. He told them he would bring me out and stay Friday evening, but he had to be back sometime Saturday morning to check on Jeb. Master Jeb had been in bed for several days, and many evenings I would take his meals to his room. Our continuing conversations were held in his bedroom. He was now reading every word of my journal when the Dungeon Master left it on his night stand. His attitude towards me was changing as well.

I was a slave; yet, there was a new unspoken respect. It felt good, but I felt I lost something, too. Maybe it was the unqualified acceptance and earthiness of Master Zack calling me slave which turned me on so much. I began to think of him and get an erection every time I recalled him calling me slave. As Einstein once observed: something was moving. I recorded that in my journal and added I worked hard to achieve something I really wanted only to find the thing I most needed was being taken away from me because of my intellect. That didn’t seem right.

I recalled the Dungeon Master’s personal needs speech from the gym and his need for me being a little less formal in private. Should I expect the same? I didn’t say ‘I should.’ I just presented the conundrum. It had its desired effect. I was beginning to get ‘that old feeling’ again as I said goodbye to Master Jeb for the weekend. He referred to me as his slave and my old dick went ‘sproing’! Yep, they got the message. Good, I needed that.

The ride out to the desert was glorious. We left about four-thirty in the afternoon to be there by six. I was looking forward to it all week. We no sooner passed Kellogg hill than a fellow biker pulled up along side and gave us the high sign. It was Chief. He was invited to the desert as well. It was great to see him again. He must have left immediately from work. I could imagine the questions he had to answer for Jake about the coming weekend. I laughed to myself.

“He cuts a handsome figure on his bike with his leathers, don’t he?” Master Jim yelled over his shoulder.

I had to agree. I didn’t know Chief was going to our gym and working out hard. We arrived to find twenty or thirty other bikes spread around Beryl and Blaine’s desert cabin. Tents were thrown up everywhere. Big rocks were gathered in various places for campfires. It can get cold in the desert at night even in June and July. Everyone was there except my master’s bike. He wasn’t coming until tomorrow morning. He wasn't invited for Friday night. Beryl knew what he was doing. He didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.

“It’s the Dungeon Master, Beau, and Chief!” yelled Button as he turned to look at Master Zack who nodded his approval to go ahead. Button ran up to me, I gathered him in my arms, and kissed him. He was getting a dark tan running around in the desert sun without clothes. He was so damn cute. He held up his cherished gold medallion for me to see. I kissed it for him. “You look so handsome wearing your medal. You’re handsome without it, but it adds to your beauty to make you look even more handsome, Little One,” I said and kissed him again.

Button thanked me and told me he loved me again. I assured him I still loved him as he led me by the hand to his master. There in front of all assembled, I dropped to my knees and lovingly kissed each of Master Zack’s boots. I found his strong work-hardened hand waiting. I kissed it lovingly as well. He spoke firmly,"Arise, Slave, and kiss your master!” he ordered. I leaped into his arms to kiss him. He moved my hand to his crotch, I did the same with his, and we ended our kiss by laughing in each others arms.

“Forgive me, Master Zack, for not removing my clothes first. No, Master Zack, on second thought, don’t forgive me and make me repeat the greeting ritual again after I disrobe,” I begged him. We started laughing again. It was obvious there was something special between the three of us.

“Then you are not forgiven, Slave,” he said, grinned, winked at me and we laughed again. Button knew the joke and laughed, too. He seemed happy and pleased Master Zack and I were becoming master/slave friends. I was wondering if Button would get upset if I offered to please his master. I wanted to bad. There was just something about Master Zack which rang my chimes. Button felt it, too. He understood the magnetic attraction his master held and wanted to serve him more and better. Could I help him? Maybe teach him a few things? Would I?

I whispered to Button, “I’ll tell you what, Little Brother, you and me gang up on your master, you hold him down, and I’ll rape him right here in front of all these people. We’ll show them folks how two good slaves can pleasure a master,” I told him like a quarterback in a huddle.

It set off a giggle spree in Button that made everyone curious to know what I said to him. He wasn’t about to tell a confidence his older brother shared with him, not even with his master. Again, Zack knew when to back off. Zack knew me well enough by then to know I’d probably share it with him anyway. Button was coming out of his shell and everyone was falling in love with him. He had an impish personality, a delightful sense of humor, and a subtle wit. He didn’t use it often, but when he did he leveled the camp. Master Zack was blooming, he was so happy with Button. He was beginning to be attractive to a lot of people. Even Master Beryl told me he never saw Zack so handsome and happy. He radiated his joy in life. Chief even noticed.

I spotted Master Grainger and Master Bull coming towards us. They were two drop dead good looking straight men. Master Grainger was a large handsome man with a big square jaw with beautiful blue eyes that were striking against his dark features and black hair. Master Bull, on the other hand, looked like his name. He was larger and taller than Charlie Grainger and and built heavier with not an ounce of fat on him. He was big and had a mean look on his face most of the time which would make most folks shy away from him until they got to know him.

They were the only two straight men I asked to stand up for me at my ceremony. They had big smiles on there faces and were followed by their ladies. I was about to drop to my knees in front of them when I heard a booming, basso profundo voice barking behind me. “What the Hell’s going on here? I’m master of this house, and it’s my due to have my boots paid homage to and to be kissed first by any pretty slave,” Big Beryl declared and started laughing as I dropped in front of him begging his forgiveness for my breach of etiquette. I went through the ritual greeting and jumped into his big arms, telling him how great it was to see him again.

The old man was almost in tears. “I got a small gift in the house for you later,"he whispered,"Go greet everyone, and welcome handsome slave to our home.” Everyone cheered. He had me in tears.

I immediately turned to Master Grainger winked and fell to my knees. He allowed me to go through the ritual then gave me the hottest fucking kiss I received in days. I hugged and kissed his lady who was groping me all the while making old swinger very happy. She stood me back and pointed to my crotch for her mate. "Look at that! You’re a damn fool if you don’t bid on this one. There’s enough there to make us both happy,” she said loudly. Everyone laughed at her joke. I could tell Master Grainger wasn’t to happy with her suggestion and blushed. That only made everyone laugh harder and his buddy slapped him on the back in support.

Master Bull was next. He looked just like his name. He was a fucking, mean-ass looking bull, but I heard it wasn’t how he got his name. It was because of his other attributes. When he kissed me he held me tight, and I could feel the bull rising. Woah dogies! He was a bull. I kissed his lady and told her she was a lucky lady. She seemed to be a bit of an airhead and just giggled.

I must have kissed fifty pairs of boots until my lips were black and chapped. I kissed an equal number of masters, straight men and women in the Clan McInnis. I was so glad to see them again. Surprisingly, a lot of them commented on the passage from my journal the Dungeon Master read. They said they were moved to tears and wanted to know if they could get a copy. I told them to ask the Dungeon Master as he had final say. He asked my blessing to print it, and I gave it. I finally got into the house and there were two or three more including handsome Chief who Button just got through with the ritual greeting. I, too, went through it with him. “You know you don’t have to go through the ritual with me,” he whispered as he kissed me on the neck.

“Of course I do, Master Red Feather. You before others. You are my savior, and a very important master to me. Please don’t deny me my place, Chief,” I said.

He smiled. “I think becoming a slave has made you wise beyond your years,” he said softly.

Finally, I got to my brother in the kitchen who was completely nude talking to Master Zack. I hugged and kissed Blaine and apologized for not getting to him quicker.

“My hero, I know you well enough to know if there's one master left with a decent pair of boots to kiss old Blaine can take a number,” he said drolly. We exploded with laughter. He was funny and knew me too well.

“Slave!” the Dungeon Master snapped his fingers for me to follow him to the bedroom. I did as ordered. He and Master Beryl were alone with me. I started removing my clothes. “Master Beryl wants you to put on your boots, chaps, and vest for the afternoon slave. He got his collar out of his bag for me, and put it on, then snapped his leash to the front. I quickly dressed as the two big men chatted. When I finished Master Beryl turned to check my plug. He pressed on it telling me to push back. I responded to his order. “Good, Dungeon Master. Nice tight fit. Seated well. Good job,” he commended Big Jim, grabbed my leash, pulled me to his big face and gently kissed me again. I loved the old man. He led me back out into the crowd of people to ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs.’ Someone started applauding, and everyone joined in. I blushed as they gathered around.

“Now, Slave, take off your vest for your family to see,” Master Beryl ordered. I removed it immediately and there were audible gasps. Then they applauded again. “Is this the same slave you met out here a couple of months ago?” Beryl asked the crowd.

“ Nooo...” they allowed.

“You’re looking good, Son,” Master Beryl complimented me. He gave me a big bear hug.

I noticed Master Bull and Grainger were impressed. To say nothing of their ladies. The one just kept shaking her head goading Master Grainger, “I told you he was gonna’ be a prize but no,” she said loudly and winked at me wickedly. I put my vest back on and set at the bar with Master Beryl. Blaine handed us a beer and Master Jim one, too. He sat down to join us.

Big Beryl pushed this tiny gift rapped package with a tiny bow toward me. “This is for you, Son,” he said like a school boy. I opened it quickly and found a tiny card inside that read: ‘Spend them wisely’ was the cryptic message neatly printed on the card. I pulled the cotton padding off the top and underneath were two, brand new, freshly minted pennies. I threw my arms around him and ask him how he knew what I wanted? “‘Cause I knew where you’d spend ‘em, Slave,” he replied and roared with laughter. I handed the box to Master Jim who almost fell off the bar stool laughing. Blaine had a silly grin on his face. He was pleased at my reaction. I was sure Blaine made the card and wrapped the box.

“Could I spend one in the barn, Dad, If we can find the time to get away?” I asked.

“Hell, we’ll make time to get away. You betch’um, Little Beaver. You need another this soon?” he asked with a big grin on his face. I saw Blaine roll his eyes and I damn near laughed his ass off. I knew if I told him ‘no’ it would break the old man’s heart.

“Yes, sir, I got me a powerful lot of meanness built up in me what needs tending to, sir. If you could find it in that big heart of yours to help me get rid of some, Dad, I’d shore’ ‘nuff appreciate it,” I said in my best cowboy lingo.

“You’ve become wicked again, I can tell. Yep! We gotta’ take care of that, Son. Ain’t no sense you walk’n ‘round with all the wickedness and meanness bottled up inside you when yore’ old man can take care of it for you real quick-like,” he was half serious and half kidding, and he couldn’t stop laughing.

“What do you think about asking Master Zack to come along and watch, Dad? Not Button, just Master Zack,” I asked him quietly.

“I think that’s a fine idea, Son. Zack is special to me,” he said nodding his big head seriously.

“I know he is, and he’s become so to me. I would love for him to watch you work me over. Look at me. I's git'n hard jes’ thinking on it,” I said.

The old man looked down and saw old swinger standing at a salute. Done!” Big Beryl exclaimed, “I’ll talk with Zack and set it up. Blaine can ride herd on Button. Button’s become so loved, the family will keep him occupied. You don’t want to ask Jim?”

“Naw, sir, Dad, he has his time with me. Please consider this for Master Zack’s sake to be included,” I suggested.

“Good idea! Good idea, Son. He could use that right now. Make him feel special with us by being included in our private ritual, right?” he asked.

“Exactly, Dad. I knew you'd understand. Master Zack needs to share something only we can bring to him right now, but please clear it with the Dungeon Master first. He’s not only my master, he’s our family’s new Dungeon Master and deserves our respect,” I added.

“Of course, Son. You leave it to me. It’s as good as done. We just have to find the time,” he said, "Hell, we'll make time," he declared.

Button ran up and grabbed my hand and wanted to take me for a walk through the camp site. I grabbed my beer, and he led the way. We were greeted by everyone asking us to sit with them. We stopped, he crawled into my lap, and played with my cock and balls as we chit-chatted. He delighted in making me hard and sitting on my lap with my hard cock sticking up between his legs. He would stroke me every now and then. The campers thought it was funny. Others brought their chairs over to join us. It was a wonderful evening with a unique group of people I was learning to love. These rugged, gentle folk were fast becoming my family. I cared about these people and began to learn about them and their lives.

The sun was going down. It was about eight o’clock. It stays light on the West Coast later due to time changes. Button was getting restless just sitting and talking. He wanted me to go for a walk with him. I knew he wanted to be alone with me, so I walked with him into the huge rocks in the desert. The late afternoon colors were making the desert into a magic place. He put on his heavy pair of boots and a pair of chaps that fit him like a glove. They made his little ass looked like two cherries on top of a sundae. “Beau, my Master ain’t said anything to me, but I know he would like for you to pleasure him. Would you consider it, please, for me?” he asked.

I was surprised. It was unexpected and caught me a little off guard, “Button, Darlin,’ you’re one Hell of a good little slave to love your master so much to want him to receive pleasure from someone else. If I’m going to be his slave for a weekend you must consider I have no choice if he wants to use me and have me service him to bring him as much pleasure and comfort as I can. He will be my master for the weekend, and I must obey him. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be a pleasure for me as well. I’ve come to love your master very much. I respect and admire him. My question for you would be, would you like to watch? Would it upset you?”

“God, no, Beau. If Master Zack would let me, I'd love to watch and try to learn something, but I don’t have to, it ain't necessary. It would make me just as happy knowing he was with you, and you were pleasing him. I know I ain’t been a good slave for Master Zack, but what you said to me woke me up. I’m owned by a good man who loves me, and has gone through Hell with me and for me. He deserves the best damn slave I can be to him. I’m working every day to become that Beau. He tells me he’s happy with my progress, but I know I need to learn things about pleasing him. Watching and asking questions later will help me. I would be grateful,” he said.

“All right, if I get off alone later with Big Beryl and your master for a while, do I have your permission to share what we just talked about with him?” I asked.

“Sure, Beau. I sometime have a hard time talking to him because I know how my heart feels, but I can’t find the right words. Maybe, it’s because I’m too much in love with him, I’m so afraid of fucking up. I end up doing nothing when I want to tell him what's in my heart,” he lamented.

“It will come, Button, just give it time. He loves you more than you know and is patient with you to a fault. Give your old man the benefit of the doubt. I’ll get Master Beryl to have him take a ride with us later, and I’ll talk with him,” I said.

“Oh, thank you, Beau. I love you so much for what you’ve done for me and him. It’s so much easier for me to talk to you. I appreciate you listening,” he said.

“You’re welcome, Dear-heart. Now, let’s get back, you’re getting chilled. Ya' got boose-gumps on your back. Here, take my vest.” I put it around him, and it hung almost to his knees. He looked cute wearing it. I led him by the hand back to the campfire where Master Zack was sitting. He got up and saw I gave Button my vest, and he smiled warmly.

“Master Beryl asked if I could take a brief ride with the two of you as time permits. I would be pleased and honored, Slave,” he said without giving anything away.

“Damn, Master Zack, you did it again,” I said and groaned softly. The three of us started laughing.   I have a few things to discuss with you when we get away, that is, with your permission, my good master,” I said.

“You certainly have my permission, Slave,” Zack replied.

“Woah dogies! Do you realize what a hot dad you have, Button?” I asked him in front of Zack.

“I do, Beau, and I really love him a lot,” Button replied. Zack grabbed Button and kissed him.

“Now, give Beau his vest, and let’s get some more clothes on you, Scamp. Thanks, Slave, that was thoughtful of you. I’ll add that to your list,” he said with a grin.

I put my vest on, said goodbyes, and headed for the house. It was getting cool in the desert. My buns were cold.

“It’s a go. All systems checked out and the bird flies sometime tomorrow afternoon. You don’t think Earl will mind, do you?” Master Beryl asked.

“Not if you tell him the truth. You feel I need a booster, and I requested it. Tell him you’re teaching Master Zack the whip. Which is exactly what you’re doing; right, dad?” I grinned and nodded my head for a prompted ‘yes’ answer.

“Humm, oh yes – yes! Definitely, Son. Definitely. Besides, what am I worried about? I paid to have you as my slave for the weekend. You’re not officially his slave yet. I’ll just tell him the truth, I’m going to get away for an hour or so with you and Zack. He don’t need to know what for,” Big Beryl said and laughed.

“He’ll know, Dad. Not much gets by that man. Better to be honest with him. He’ll respect you a lot more,” I said.

“I think you’re right, Young’un. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, leave it to me. Just be ready when I give you the high sign,” he said.

“Can’t wait, Dad,” I replied.

“Neither can Zack. Thought he was gonna’ drop his load when I invited him and told him you requested he be there. He asked me, ‘Did he really ask for me?’ I assured him you did and he said, ‘I really think a lot of that slave, I’d love to watch. He said he was pretty good with a bull whip, too. You want me to test him, and if I think he’s good enough...?”

“Absolutely, Dad, I'd love to wear a couple of his stripes. Look at my dick,” It was standing straight out from my body like a cooling board. Beryl roared with laughter.

I said goodbye to Master Jim early the next morning. He needed to get back to check on Master Jeb. I really think he would have preferred to stay.

There was a party mood all day Saturday and people were in and out of the pool. Most were running around in the nude. Even the straight folks were in the buff. The two straight men who were in my slave ceremony were two fine looking specimens of the masculine, alpha-male species, a credit to their gender. They weren’t the least intimidated by the others. One or the other had Button in their laps all day long. Because he was small and cute he could get away with a lot of shit others couldn’t. Clever boy, he quickly learned to use it to his advantage. He did look funny with just his balls hanging down. I understood why he wanted to be smooth. The straight men he adored were less threatened, and would show him more attention because of not having a penis. He wanted it all gone. I couldn’t blame him, I would've felt the same. Bull and Charlie were outstanding looking men. I would have loved to sit in either one’s lap for a while.

Master Earl arrived and said ‘hello,’ and ‘goodbye’ to Big Jim on the way up the road. He was sorry to hear Jeb was down. Being the official Dungeon Master, Big Jim told him to bring me back to Mt. Washington so Beryl wouldn’t have to make a special trip. Earl D. promised he would as he would like to stop to see Jeb for a few minutes to say 'hello' and see how he was doing. My handsome master arrived and all Hell broke loose. “It’s Earl D. everyone!” someone yelled.

He was instantly mobbed. Everyone knew our story by now, and were so glad to see him for me as well. I walked to him and dropped to my knees. We went through our greeting ritual. Everyone was going, “Awwwh.” When he finally pulled me up to him and kissed me the crowd went nuts, whistling and cheering. They were good, caring folks. They were happy for us and particularly for him.

Damn, he looked hot in his leathers and high boots. Even the straight ladies made damn sure they got a kiss from handsome Officer Earl D. Shaw. Several of the straight men gave him a kiss as well. Grainger and Bull weren’t shy. It seemed like even the ‘straights’ displayed more affection in our group than any other group of people I ever encountered. It just seemed to be the thing to do.

I left Josh Cochran’s cock with Master Earl to bring with him to show Beryl and Blaine. Master Earl could pack it away safely in his saddle bags. I was worried if I carried it in my bags it might get broken. Yoshie found two blocks of Styrofoam we scooped out so it fit tight and was protected on all sides. Then we tied it together with heavy twine. We took it into the bedroom and called Beryl, Blaine, and Master Zack as they saw it in block form at brunch that day. I carefully opened it to show them. They were amazed. “It’s a fucking work of art!” exclaimed Blaine. I told him I had the same reaction. Master Zack held it and turned it over several times and held it to the light.

“How in the Hell did Yoshie’s dad get it so highly polished? It’s like looking at a real cock inside a glass cock,” he said. Zack was impressed.

“I hope we can find Josh someday. It would be a shame to put that much love into an object and not be able to give it to him. It’s fantastic!” Blaine exclaimed again.

“I couldn’t believe it when they showed it to me,” Master Earl said, “It was a wonderful idea of Beau and Yoshie’s to do that. I never would've thought of it.”

“Neither would I, Son,” Big Beryl said with awe.

“Is Master Sam and Yoshie coming out, Dad?” I asked Big Beryl.

“Yoshie has an early morning shift at the hospital. He won’t get off ‘til around noon, but they’ll be out shortly afterward. Breed won’t be here. He’s somewhere up in Oregon still riding with his buddy, Captain Nemo. He gives us a call every Sunday morning to let us know he’s okay. He took a leave of absence from his job and wants to spend a couple months on the road with this biker. If you wanna’ know what I think, I think he’s got something going with this guy, and because the man is a hard charging master, Breed don’t want us to know.

“I met him before I met Blaine, and he was one rough, very tough motherfucker. Didn’t take no shit off nobody. He wasn’t so much of a Hell raiser, he was, for the most part, quiet and reserved, but you just knew better than to fuck with the man. When you got to know him better he was a highly intelligent decent man. Wait’ll I tell Breed you’re here, he’ll wanna’ talk with you for sure,” Beryl said.

“I’d like to say ‘Hello’ to him,” I told Master Beryl.

“Come guys, let’s leave these two alone for a bit,” Master Beryl left with Blaine and Master Zack.”

Master Earl was in good spirits. He seemed on top of the world. He held me close for a moment. “I know it’s only been a week, but I’ll be honest, the weeks seem longer without you. You remember the last week before training you devoted to me, and the weekend we spent together? That was one of the happiest times of my life. I can’t wait for all this to be over and settle down as master and slave,” he said.

“I’m glad to hear it, Master, you gotta' know I feel the same. The way the Dungeon Master has me going before sunup ‘til eight in the evening, the days go by fast,” I replied. I removed my vest for him to admire.

“Damn, Slave, you’re popping out all over your body. You look fucking great, Son. Jim really knows what he’s doing. I think I want you to keep it up after training,” Master Earl said.

“I’d like to. Won’t it depend on our scheduling, Master? If the Dungeon Master and I can keep up the early morning routine. I wouldn’t want to be away from you in the evenings. By the way, have you noticed how big he’s getting?” I asked.

“He is, indeed. When he took his clothes off Sunday, I was impressed. He’s getting massive,” Master Earl agreed.

I mentioned to my master Big Beryl said something about taking me for a brief ride later. He wanted to show me something. “Yeah! He wants to take you back to that barn. Oh, well, you’re his slave for the weekend. I’m lucky to get to see you at all. Just tell him to leave some ass for me,” Master Earl grinned.

“I will, Master,” I assured him and we laughed together.

“Are you afraid?” he asked.

“No, sir, I can’t wait,” I replied.

“I love you, Slave,” he said quietly and laughed at my enthusiasm.

“No more'n I love you, Master,” I replied.

“I’ll get the lotion ready. I brought some good stuff just in case,” he laughed.

The day went by, and everyone was having a good time. I noticed bikes coming and going. I saw the two good looking straight men take off for a ride. About four o’clock I got a signal from Big Beryl and ran to get on his bike. I was wearing only my chaps, boots, and vest. I made sure my ass was clean and well lubed. Blaine used his lube gun on me. I was carrying my chunk of foam padding hoping to get another Harley-cock ride. You should have seen the grin on that big man’s face when he saw the foam padding in my hand. “Would ju' be want’n another Harley-cock ride, Slave-boy?” he asked with a grin as wide as Texas.

“I’s hoping I might get lucky, Master,” I said.

“Mount up, Slave, and we won’t spare the horses,” he commanded.

A group of about thirty rowdy bikers gathered to see us off. They were hollering and raising Hell. They watched me kneel in front of Master Beryl and make love to his cod piece on his leather pants. It only inflamed them more. When he was satisfied with my attentions, Master Beryl gave me permission to remove it. I did and made a big show off licking the inside clean holding it over my entire face. That added more fuel to their fire and they moved in closer to watch. Master Beryl winked at me and nodded for me to get on his bike. I threw my leg over and stood on the side pegs. He positioned his huge cock at my back-door. I outdid David Copperfield and made it disappear. It was there one minute, fourteen roaring inches, and was gone the next. It wasn’t a real trick, but it impressed the shit out of the peanut gallery standing there gawking. There was a hush came over the men. They were stunned. They couldn’t believe what they just saw. One started clapping and then one by one they all joined in until they were yelling and stomping their boots.

I raised my ass about six inches and Master Beyl slipped my foam pad under my butt and we were ready to do a Harley-cock ride. He cranked his beast, and it belched into action. Master Zack was already on his bike, and winked at me as I climbed on in front of Big Beryl. I didn’t look his way again until Master Beryl started his engine. Master Zack’s mouth was open and he got the biggest grin on his face. He just shook his head, gunned his engine, and took off. Master Beryl followed right behind him.

After a while we reached the deserted black top road which was never used anymore and Big Beryl took off like a bat out of Hell. Master Zack kept right up with him. Big Beryl was a good rider and so was Master Zack. I’ll bet Beryl taught Zack. We turned off on the other dirt road and finally came upon the deserted old barn, except it wasn’t deserted that day. There were two bikes out to the side. Charlie’s and Bull’s. Big Beryl followed by Master Zack pulled right into the center of the big barn and there they were naked as jay birds having sex. They didn’t get upset and try to cover themselves. They knew we wouldn’t give a shit.

“You men playing off on the girls?” Big Beryl asked with a wry smile on his face.

“Yes, sir, Dad, you caught us bear-ass and red-handed,” Bull laughed, “We just wanted to try it with each other to see what you guys been raving about. To tell you the God’s honest truth, I could fall in love with old Charlie here real fast,” Bull admitted.

“Same here,” Charlie Grainger agreed, “Bull just done fucked the holy Hell out of my ass this afternoon, and I loved it. Makes me wonder why we put up with them bitches all these years,” he said.

“What do you mean you could fall in love with old Charlie, Bull? Hell fire, the two of you been in love with each other for as long as I know'd ju.' You just ain’t never done nothing about it. You two men belong together, without them cunts. You'd be much happier in the long run,” bellowed Big Beryl. Bull and Charlie smiled at each other uneasily.

“What brings you guys out here, Dad?” Charlie asked.

“We’re gonna’ perform a little private ceremony. You gentlemen are welcome to stay and observe if you like. That all right with you, Son?” he asked throwing his big arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder, and stealing a kiss. I was still securely impaled on his monster.

“I’d be honored if these two respected gentlemen would stay,” I said.

“How ‘bout it bro? Wanna’ stick around?” Bull asked.

Charlie nodded ‘yes’ to Bull.

“Do we have to dress, Dad?” Bull asked laughing.

“Hell, no! You may wanna’ have your cock’s handy when you see our ceremony,” Master Beryl said.

Master Zack got off his bike, but we were still sitting on Master Beryl’s Harley. I was bouncing my ass on the foam pad to give him some pleasure and to keep the beast in my butt good and hard. Bull and Charlie kept looking at me bouncing on the gas tank and couldn’t figure out what I was doing or why. They couldn’t take their eyes away.

“Why you bouncing up and down on Beryls gas tank, Son?” Bull asked.

“Master Beryl was good enough to gimme’ a Harely-cock ride and I’s just work’n it a little for him to keep it warm. You wouldn’t want it to cool down to quick, it might crack a valve,” I said. Beryl and Zack roared with laughter at my joke. Bull and Charlie drew a blank. They had no idea what I was talking about.

“I think it’s about time you dismount, Slave. We got us some serious business to take care of and I wanna' get to it. I done got me an eighteen foot blacksnake whip in my saddle bag with yore’ name written on it,” my weekend master said. That did it for me. I instantly raised up and off Master Beryl’s enormous cock like an Atlas rocket lifting off its launch pad. I watched Bull and Charlie eyes grow big, and they almost fainted. They grabbed each other arms and walked several steps away and started laughing. Beryl, Zack, and I were laughing our asses off at them.

“Damn, Kid, I don’t know how you done it, but I’m impressed,” Bull said.

“Oh, shit! I got a feeling after he thinks on it for a while, I may be riding the same way, Beau,” Charlie said and grimaced.

“We can talk about it, Bro,” Bull said like the master I knew he would become. Freely translated it meant: we can talk about it all you like, but you will learn to do it my way. It wasn’t missed by Master Beryl or Master Zack.

Master Beryl came prepared. He brought my plug along and ordered me to lie over the seat of his bike while he plugged my butt. Bull and Charlie stood with their mouth's open. They watched as Master Beryl expertly inserted my plug and snapped it into place. I was ready. I turned and pulled his cod piece from my back pocket and after making the appropriate love to his big cock and cleaning my boy-butt juices from it, tucked it away for an afternoon snooze. Master Beryl clipped his leash to my collar and led me to the center of the barn to the overhead pulley.

“Stand next to me, Son,” Master Beryl said to Master Zack, “You two men pull your boots on and get your asses over here." They quickly did as they were told and stood next to Master Zack. “Okay, Slave, we’re ready for you to show us masters your respect,” the big man said. I kissed and cleaned Master Beryl’s big boots and went through the ritual with him. “You know I’m doing this, ‘cause you’re my son, and I love you? Together we’re gonna’ scratch our itches. Right, slave?” he growled at me, holding my leash, his face less than an inch from mine. I was ready.

“Yes, sir, Dad, and I love you for caring enough to take care of me,” I said.

“Now, show these masters you invited to our ceremony your homage and respect,” Master Beryl demanded.

“Thank you, Master,” I replied humbly.

I licked and partially cleaned Master Zack’s boots next and got a roaring hard on when he ordered me up and called me his slave. I noticed his cock inside his cod piece pants was peaking out the top. I stood up, he fell out laughing, and so did I. I had to hold on to old swinger to keep from poking him in the stomach. He grabbed me and kissed me passionately. “Thanks for asking me to come along. Thanks for including me. It means a lot to me, Slave. In a way, you’re doing for me the same damn thing you done for my love. I’ll enjoy this more than you’ll ever know. We’ll smile about it with each other for years," he laughed then added, “You have two more fine looking masters to pay homage.”

I started on Bull’s boots next and did a good job on them. They were really a hot pair. After the ritual he ordered me up gruffly, Get you ass up here pronto slave and gimme’ a good kiss,” he demanded and snapped his fingers. He gave me one Hell of a kiss and worked his hands down to play with my butt plug. He got roaring hard, too. Our cocks were drooling on each other’s bellies. He let me go and turned to Charlie. “Look what the little shit did to me? Fuck Bro let’s stop talking about it and rape the shit out of him some night,” Bull said to his companion.

I was working on Grainger’s boots when I felt his big hand on my butt. He slapped it pretty hard a couple of times and then pushed in on my plug. After my ritual I stood up and he was stiff, too. He grabbed me and kissed me passionately. “I’m with you Bro, I say we go for it,” he agreed. They both laughed.

They watched as Master Beryl tied me to the overhead rope. He drove stakes in the ground and had short ropes tied to them. He attached them to each ankle so my legs would be kept apart. He undid my leather pants and pulled them down below my thighs. He pulled me up with the over head pulley contraption so my toes were barely touching the ground. He tied off the rope to a nearby beam and left me hanging. He set an old beer bottle on a post in another section of the barn. He walked to his bike and got out his eighteen foot ‘Blacksnake’ bull whip and shook it out. Grainger and Bull’s eyes got really big. “You gonna’ use that on the poor kid, Dad? We thought you were joking about a bull whip,” Bull said.

“He’s tasted my whip before, he knows what to expect,” Dad Beryl said with determination. Beryl handed the whip to Master Zack. “Lemme' see what you can do, Son. That beer bottle is approximately seventeen to eighteen feet away. Let me see you knock it off,” he challenged Master Zack.

“You want me to knock it off or retrieve it, sir?” Zack asked.

“Retrieve it? What the Hell you talking about, Son?” With that I heard Master Zack take a practice swing with the whip to get its feel. The next shot the whip leaped out, rapped around the bottle without damaging it, and with one, well timed swift yank, it flew back across the barn to Master Zack’s hand. Zack caught the bottle in his left hand, as if it was something he did everyday of his life. With a wry smile he handed the beer bottle to Master Beryl. Beryl’s mouth hung open and the other two men were holding on to each other in laughing. Big Beryl grabbed Zack in a big bear hug. “Teach me that trick sometime, Son?” he humbly asked.

“Anytime, Dad,” Zack said. They shook on it.

“Okay Son, I’ll go first and then you can get him off. He’ll take about ten and then he shoots,” Beryl said.

“What da’ ya’ mean he shoots, Dad?” Bull asked. Big Beryl smiled at Bull’s question.

“Just watch and learn, Gentlemen,” Beryl replied like a true master. I heard the whip crack once. I heard the second and knew the next one was for me. I braced myself and positioned my ass in the air for him.

Kracckk! I lunged forward. It was a damn good first lick. "One, sir! Thank you, Master!

Kracckk! “Two, sir! Thank you, Master Beryl!”

Kawhack! “Three, sir! Thank you, sir! Thank you!”

Kathwack! “Four, sir! Thank you, Master! Thank you!”

Kawwaacck! “Five, sir! Oh, shit! That was a damn good one, sir! That one woke me up. You got this ornery slave's attention, Dad. Thank you, sir!” I Yelled. I heard Bull and Charlie laugh nervously at my reply.

Master Beryl came to me and rubbed my ass gently. Grainger and Bull stood in front and to the side of me, both with roaring erections. They didn’t understand what was going on but they instinctively knew it was of a psycho-sexual nature, and they found it exciting beyond the norm. “Can we give him a hug and a kiss for encouragement, Dad?” Bull asked.

“Absolutely. Speaking for my slave, I'm sure he’d appreciate some words of appreciation and a goodly kiss from you men about now. After all, he chose you two men as part of his family to take his freedom away and hold it in safe keeping for him. You are the guardian of his freedom,” Master Beryl said.

The two big men kissed me tenderly and passionately. They each offered encouragement and told me they were amazed and proud to be witness to our ceremony. Big Beryl came around front, I could feel Master Zack’s hand gently caress my ass and playing with my plug a bit. Big Beryl kissed me gently. “It’s better this time, ain’t it, Slave?” he asked me with all the love in his heart.

“Yes, sir! I love these men and I love you, Master Beryl. I feel your love though your whip,” I replied. He hugged and kissed me again.

“I love you, too, Son. Now, I’m giving Master Zack the pleasure of gettin’ you off. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked with a grin.

“You been reading my mail again, Dad?” I asked. Beryl just howled and winked at me.

Zack’s hand stopped all the pain. Zack came around front and held me, kissed me again passionately. “You know this is gonna’ bond us pretty damn tight? You will forever be bound to me in my heart, you know that don’t you, Slave?” Master Zack said with tears in his eyes. My eyes were beginning to water.

“I couldn’t wish for a better master and friend, Master Zack. Take me as you would your own slave. I will serve you with pride in my heart. Don’t hold back my good master. I will know if you do. I will only feel your love if you give me what I need, sir.” I said quietly so only he could hear.

I knew he understood I was meant for another; however, he wanted this closeness with me, and I damn sure wanted it with him. Zack became an important person to me. I don’t know how to describe the feeling except to say it felt right for both of us.

He kissed me again with the passion we shared for each other, and whispered before he walked back to the other men, “I know what you need, slave, and I’m only one of a handful who can take care of your needs and give you what you want. I promise, you will feel my love, Slave. Now, I take two test strokes before laying on a stripe,” Zack said and I thanked him. I heard his two test strokes and knew the next one was mine.

Karraack! "Oh God! Six, sir! Thank you, Master Zack! That was a good one, sir!" He was better than Big Beryl, and I could feel it.

Kaarracck! "Seven, sir! Good one, Master Zack! Thank you, sir!"

Krraacckk! "Eight, sir! Another good one, sir. I feel your love, Master Zack! You’re almost there, sir! Thank you, Master Zack!"

Krraaackkk! "Nine, sir! Oh sir! I can’t hold it any longer! Help me, Master Zack! Make love to me with your whip, sir!” I yelled.

Krraacccckk! ‘Ten, sir!’ I yelled as I shot six feet into the air. “Another, please, Master Zack!” I yelled at the top of my voice.

Krraccckkk! Aaurrggg! I shot another spurt three feet into the air. Thank you, Master Zack! One more, please, sir!"

Kaarraack! It was a damn good hit, and I emptied the rest on the ground. I begged for one more from Master Zack. He looked at Beryl and he nodded to Zack to go for it. “Make it a good one, Son. He can take it. He wouldn't ask for it if he couldn't,” Beryl whispered to him.

Kkrraacckk! It lifted me off my feet and I spurted more come, from where I don’t know. In an instant, all three were on me, holding me, and untying me.

“Now do you understand ‘shooting,' Gentlemen?” Big Beryl laughed at Bull and Charlie.

“Fucking unbelievable!” Bull exclaimed, “If'n you tried to tell me what I just witnessed was possible I’d call you a damn bald face liar. Yet I witnessed it for myself with me own eyes. You can’t tell nobody about this, they simply won't believe it, right Charlie?” Bull asked his companion. Charlie was speechless.

“We ain’t through yet. That was the main meal. Now for dessert,” Master Beryl said.

Dad and Master Zack helped me to Dad’s bike, and I straddled the banana seat. Big Beryl popped my plug out and wiped me with a towel he brought along. With no ceremony he popped off his cod piece. He was rock hard. He spit in his hand and lubed his rod, stroking it as he did. In one swift stroke he was in me. I lay back on the seat and hung my head back and pulled Master Zack to me and licked his cod piece. “What are you waiting for, Son, an engraved invitation?” Master Beryl growled at him. Zack popped off his cod piece from his leather pants and let his handsome cock and balls out onto my face. I kissed his balls, and cock then ask if I might take him. “Permission granted, Slave,” he replied.

Master Zack got even harder as I took him all the way down my throat. I pulled him into me with my hands pulling on his butt. “Put you hand under his neck to support him, Son, then fuck him just like I’m gonna’ do,” Big Beryl said. Master Zack put his hand under my head and found it was a good way to stabilize his stroke into to my throat. He took it slow at first then saw I wanted it hard and begin to give it to me. I could feel dad plowing my red Earth in my lower forty. He was working in my ass good and strong and I knew the old man wasn’t going to take long. Charlie and Bull were on opposite sides of the bike watching and pounding their meat getting ready to explode. Master Zack was almost there, too, when I felt Big Beryl’s flow start. The big man yelled to me ,“Get it, Slave! I know you got one more in there. I ain’t a’ gonna’ stop fucking you 'til you do. I shot and felt one final lunge from Master Zack as he emptied into my stomach. He stopped and just rested with it all the way down my throat as Charlie and Bull moved in closer to empty their come heavy balls on my chest and face.

Master Zack was so far down my throat his low hanging balls were resting in my eyes covering my nose. I could smell his maleness and his sexual pheromones as he lay resting, pumping the last of his fluids down my throat. “I better pull out slave I gotta’ piss bad,” he said. I reached up behind his ass and held him locked into my throat.

“Give it to him, Son, he wants it. Knowing Beau like I do, drinking from your body will be a great honor and pleasure for him. Look at his dick,” It was standing straight up again. I held Master Zack even tighter to impress him I wanted it I felt his flow begin, and he didn’t stop until he emptied himself into my gut. It was far enough down my throat I didn’t have to swallow nor would I have a gag response. Big Beryl’s cock was still soaking way up in my ass. He rubbed my belly and felt the head of his own enormous cock as Master Zack filled it with his hot piss.

“Damn, Charlie, look at that. If you could learn to do that I’d dump that bitch and marry you tomorrow. Hell, he’s filling his belly up. Holy shit, that’s so fuck'n hot!” Bull exclaimed. Master Beryl continued to rub my belly as Master Zack finished. I still held him tight.

“He knows you’ve got a couple squirts left Zack, and he don’t intend to let you waste ‘em,” Master Beryl spoke for his slave. He knew me well. Master Zack rubbed my head gently.

“He’s right! There, he just got some more. I might have, yeah – awwwh. That’s such a fine feeling, your hot piss going down a slave’s throat who not only knows how to take a man’s piss but enjoys it. You’re tops in my book, Slave,” Master Zack complimented me. Somehow that meant more to me than anything in the world. Old swinger got hard again. He saw it and laughed.

I patted him on both cheeks as he slowly withdrew allowing me to suck the last drops of his piss and clean him at the same time. I even got one final squirt to taste. He was strong. A strong man flavor that made me know I was gonna’ want more of him. The way he enjoyed it, I knew it was a priority to talk to Button about. I was going to teach that little slave to take this man’s piss or know the reason why. Slowly, Master Zack pulled completely out, leaned over and kissed me upside down. Big Beryl started to withdraw Big Cecil, but I didn’t want him to.

“That’s one, none of us will forget any time soon,” Bull said.

“You got any piss in you, Bull?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah, I need to piss right now. What of it?” Bull growled.

“I’m calling your bluff, Motherfucker, right here in front of God and members of our family. I may not take it as well as the kid, but I’ll drink as much of you as I can to see if you mean what you say or if you’re just shooting your Goddamn mouth off,” Charlie said boldly. I was unprepared and saw the surprise in Master Beryl's eyes. It was most uncharacteristic of Charlie Grainger.

“On your knees, Slave!" Bull ordered, "‘Cause if you take my piss, I will make you my slave, Charlie. Make no mistake about your decision. We’ll ride back to camp and dump them bitches as fast as we can so’s not to ‘cause too much hassle to dad here. When we come back to the desert to Zack’s place in a couple of weeks, we'll ask dad here to do us a ceremony. You’ll become my slave for life. Think, Charlie! Think! This ain’t no drunken game, Bro. Neither one of us been drinking today. Don’t ask me for my piss less'n you’s Goddamn get-down, drop-dead serious about becoming my slave. Once you take me, there’s no turning back. I won’t allow it. You can take that to mean exactly what it says, Charlie. If you try to back out of your agreement or later have second thoughts and try to run away, I will track you down until I find you and forcibly make you my slave.

"Don't make your decision lightly, because I will become your master and you will have no more say in our relationship. You will obey me without question, and I will do my damnedest to become a good master for you and give you what you need. Meantime, you move in with me as soon as I kick out my old lady, ‘cause you're gonna’ be my new pussy slave-boy. Yore’ sweet ass and mouth are gonna' give me all the pleasure and comfort I need. Take it or leave it, Son, ''cause 'at’s the way it’s gonna’ be. As for you calling my bluff, I don’t think so. Beryl’s right, so was Cowboy. I been dreaming about owning yore’ ass as my slave for too many years to be bluffing. All those times I joked about getting into your ass, I weren’t kidding. If you dropped your pants just once, I would’ve claimed your ass for my own and made you my slave. You wouldn’t have no choice in the matter.

"So, just be damn sure it's what you really want, Honcho, ‘cause once you take one swallow of my piss, you’ll never fuck another broad or anything else with your dick without my permission. You will be strictly controlled at all times and only allowed to come with permission from your master," Bull was right in Charlie's face when he finished his no hidden agenda to his buddy. I couldn't help think how much more passionate Bull's words were as opposed to the four empty words in the question: Will you marry me?

Charlie must have felt the same way I did. I could see it in his eyes, he already made his decision before Bull could finish. Charlie Grainger was so in love and so turned on by Bull's speech he immediately hit his knees and managed to get Bull’s thick cock way down his throat as he watched me do. He gaged a couple of times, but Bull tenderly petted him, talked gently to him, and encouraged him. Charlie took more until he was past the gag and swallow zone. We watched as he placed his hands on Bull’s butt and gently squeezed.

“Here it comes, boy. You’re no longer my brother, Charlie, you’re now my slave for life,” he proclaimed. We could see Bull’s flow began and the most amazing thing happened. Charlie was so turned on by the sexual embarrassment of having four other men, his biker peers, two masters and a slave watch him humble himself to take Bull's piss and become his slave, it became too much for him, and he shot his load all over Bull's boots.

Charlie took all of Bull. He filled Charlie’s gut more full than mine. He looked pregnant. When Bull got the last several squirts out he lovingly rubbed Charlie’s head and slowly pulled out to his mouth. "Gonna’ give you a little so's you can taste your old man, your new master, on our ride back,” Bull said, pissed just a little more into Charlie’s mouth, and you could see Charlie’s surprise, the taste wasn’t as bad as he thought. He began to suck Bull for more. “Ya' done good, boy, just a little more, Slave,” Bull said. Charlie savored a bit more of Bull’s golden treasure. Bull smiled at his new slave and patted him lovingly on his head. "Now get down there, Slave, and clean yore' gizz off your master's boots, clean 'em up real good for him, make love to 'em," Bull growled at him.

My cock instantly saluted. I had no doubt Bull would become the best master Charlie Grainger could hope for. Bull continued, "Show your new master your homage and respect, Slave. You know the drill,” Bull ordered. Charlie kissed, licked, ate his own spunk, and tried as best he could to clean Bull’s big boots. When Bull was satisfied, Charlie found Bull’s hand waiting. Charlie gently and lovingly kissed the back and put it to his forehead. “Rise, my slave, and show your new master your love for him,” Bull ordered. Damn! Charlie was in Bull’s arms in a heartbeat and they kissed a kiss that almost set the damn barn on fire. Big Beryl said he thought he was going to have to throw a bucket of water on them.

“Did I convince you of my seriousness, Master?” Charlie asked Bull. “I’ve wanted you for years, but was afraid you’d stop being my buddy if I was ever honest with you. I dreamed and jackoff so damn many times imagining myself as your slave. You know I’ll be your slave. Hell, in my heart I already am your slave. I don't want nobody but you, Bull. Fuck it, Master Bull, your new slave loves you,” Charlie said firmly. Bull grabbed Charlie again and kissed him hard.

“I’ve wanted to hear those words from you for a long time, Slave,” Bull said gently and kissed him again, but this time he was tender. Big Beryl had a wry smile on his face.

“Oh, shut up, Dad!” Bull exclaimed and laughed.

“Didn’t say a word, Gentlemen,” Beryl grinned.

“You didn’t have to, your mind was shouting it at us. Give us your blessing, Dad? On your knees, Slave!” Bull snapped his fingers and Charlie was on his knees in front of the old man. Bull knelt beside his new slave and put his big arm around him. Beryl placed a hand on each of their heads and spoke, “Charlie and Bull, you have my blessing on your union. You have a strong love for each other, don’t deny it any longer. Celebrate it and live in peace as master and slave,” the old man said with all his heart. It brought a tear to me and Zack's eyes. We held hands while Beryl gave the men his blessing.

Bull snapped his fingers at Charlie and spoke, “Show the head of our family your homage and respect, Slave” Charlie kissed and licked Master Beryl’s boots and found his hand waiting. Charlie kissed the back of it with passion and held it to his forehead. He was roaring hard and had to pull it out of the way to hug and kiss Master Beryl.

“You may as well get use to being a slave," Bull growled at Charlie, "Git over there an show the Whip Master your homage and respect. Now, Slave!” Bull ordered, snapped his fingers at Charlie, and pointed to Master Zack’s boots.

Charlie was kissing and licking Master Zack’s boots in an instant. He found Master Zack’s hand waiting for him. He kissed the back of it respectfully and placed it to his forehead. Master Zack was pleased Bull and Charlie included him. “Rise, Slave, and show this master your love,” he commanded. Charlie was up and threw his arms around Master Zack and the kiss he gave him made my dick hard again. Master Zack didn’t hold back either. It was like Charlie wanted to kiss Master Zack for sometime and was so comfortable with the realization of his fantasy, he was living out a wet dream before us.

“You’ll make a fine slave for Bull, Charlie. I always thought he needed a good slave to take care of him. You both have my congratulations, best wishes, and blessing as well,” said Master Zack. The man knew the words to say.

“Thank you, Whip Master,” Master Bull said, “Your blessing is appreciated by me and my new slave; right, Slave?" Bull asked Charlie.

“Yes, sir, Whip Master, my master is correct, sir, we appreciate your kind words.” Charlie replied meekly.

“Say that again proudly, Slave. Hold your head up, I’m proud of you, you be proud of me. That’s an order, Slave,” he growled at Charlie.

“Yes, sir, Master Bull,” Charlie said with considerably more enthusiasm. “I’m proud to be your slave, sir, I’ve dreamed of being your slave for sometime, Master. I promise, I’ll work hard to become a good slave for you, sir.”

“And you, Slave,” Bull spoke to me, “do we have your blessing as well?” I fell to his feet, kissed his boots and went through the ritual again with him.

“You men have my fondest blessing. I’m proud to have witnessed the breaking down of the walls between you and know it’s the right thing. You should be very proud of your decision. I knew I picked the two of you for my slave ceremony for a reason. I hope I had some small influence on your decision,” I said.

“You did, indeed, Slave. For all our bullshit, we’ve spoken to each other of our love for you. You, too, have our blessing in your bonding with your good master. He's as fine a man as you proved to us you’re a good and worthy slave. Yours will be a fine bonding,” Bull said. He kissed me once more to seal his blessing.

They informally hugged and shook hands with Master Zack and complimented him on his whip work. I was cleaning myself when Big Beryl walked up behind me. “You all right, Son?” he asked.

“Oh, Dad,” I grabbed and hugged him, “it was perfect, thanks. Remind me to give you both those pennies. It was worth every cent,” I said honestly. He roared with laughter knowing what I meant, but it came out wrong. My new, respected Whip Master walked up and I fell to my knees and kissed his boots again. After the ritual and he was holding me I thanked him and thanked him.

I told him with his permission I would love to refer to him as Whip Master. He certainly gained my respect. “I would be honored for you to refer to me as Whip Master, Slave. You truly would be the one to judge whether I am competent with a whip,” he said.

“I’m so proud you consider me your extended slave Master Zack, and I’m really looking forward to serving you. I will cherish every small pain I have from your expert whip work. It will keep my poor old cock drooling for days. I have some things to share with you Button and I discussed last evening; with your permission.

“Granted, Slave!” I looked at him and winked as my old dick who was drained twice sprang to attention again. He smiled and just shook his head. I told him what Button and I talked about and he listened intently. He told me he knew Button had trouble opening up to him and maybe I could be a bridge. He was thrilled at the prospect of Button watching me pleasure him.

“I’ll talk to him, and tell him not to feel left out, ‘cause he’ll be right there watching if he wants,” Zack said.

“I don’t think he will, Master Zack. He loves both of us so much he’ll be pleased to see us together,” I said. I knew it was going to work out fine.

“Gentlemen, and Slave,” Bull addressed us, “So there ain’t a lot of strained feelings in camp tonight, we’ve decided not to tell our women until we get home. We know you’ll be discreet,” he said. We agreed.

“By the same token, not a word about what you witnessed here this afternoon,” Big Beryl said.

“That’s easy enough,” Charlie said, “Nobody would believe us anyway,” he said. They laughed.

We climbed back on our bikes, me in front of Big Beryl, and headed back. I was glad. The Sun was going down and it was getting cooler. Dad pulled over for a minute and told me to reach into his saddle bag. He carried one of those small airline blankets he threw around my front and we took off again. He was a thoughtful old cuss. My ass didn’t hurt as much as the first time. It stung a little but not bad. Master Zack really laid on some good licks. They felt good. I was happy for Button. I knew from the look on Master Zack’s face he was going to get fucked so hard tonight his eyeballs would take a week to refocus.

Master Earl was there to greet us when we got back. I wrapped the small blanket around my waist feigning chilliness. Master Earl followed me into the bedroom. “Lemme’ see,” he ordered. I dropped the blanket. “It’s not so bad,” he said and laughed. “It was worse the first time,” he allowed.

“Can we sit in the hot water, Master?” I asked.

“Don’t see why not, Slave, the sulfur in the water might sting a bit, but it has natural healing properties. It should be good for you. Take off your leathers and I’ll shuck mine off. No, I don’t think you should try to take my boots off. I’ll make do. Grab us a couple of towels out of the bath there,” he ordered.

I removed my leathers and got the towels for us. I wrapped mine around my waist. No one was in the hot pool, most were in the regular pool. Master Earl laughed as I eased my ass down into the water. Wouldn’t you know, along comes Big Beryl, Blaine, Master Zack, Button, Charlie, and Bull, all for the hot water. I know they didn’t see us get in, no one was around. Must be telepathic. They looked at each other and laughed. I did too. Master Earl didn’t get the joke. I explained the details later to him and he laughed his ass off about Charlie and Bull.

He said he’d known them for years, and they always rode together with their ladies. Never thought anything would ever go on between them. They were both so macho and straight acting. Although they were tolerant to a fault with their gay brothers and would come to their aid in a second if they were in trouble. They got in the pool with us. There was room for everyone. Master Zack sat next to me and Button next to him. Beryl was next to Master Earl.

“You’re going to have yourself one Hell of a slave there Earl D.,” Master Beryl allowed.

“I agree wholeheartedly,” Master Zack said.

“You’re a lucky man, Master Earl,” Charlie said.

“What can I add except to say I’m happy for you. I’d trade you that cunt of mine for him in a New York minute. I’d even bend over for you and whistle like a pig,” Bull chimed in. Everyone laughed.

“Thank you, Gentlemen. I think I’m pretty lucky, too. I just hope his ass heals for my weekend with him,” everyone laughed again.

Master Zack reached up and rubbed my head. “I really enjoyed the ride with you and Beryl, Slave. Button and I are looking forward to you and your master visiting with us in Joshua Tree. These guys should be there, too. You guy’s still coming to our place that weekend?” he asked.

“Try and keep us away,” Bull grinned, “We’ll be a lot less uptight, I promise. Ain’t that right, Slave?” Bull bellowed to Charlie.

“Yes, sir, Master Bull,” Charlie replied. Bull reached over and kissed him behind his neck, relaxed, and grabbed his new slave’s dick under the water.

“You guy’s have something you want to share with me?” Master Earl asked innocently.

“Yeah,” Bull said, “Charlie became my slave today. I love him, he loves me, and we’re dumping them broads as soon as we can. He’s a much better fuck than they are anyway. I figure in about six months I can train him to be the slave I want him to be,” Bull declared.

“Don’t know it’ll take six months, Son,” Big Beryl said, “The way he looks at you, I’d say you got a pretty damn good head start. That man would eat the corn out a' your shit just to find out where it came from. I can see it in his eyes ever' time he looks at you. No offense, Charlie, my cowboy hyperbole was suppose to be a compliment,” Master Beryl said.

Charlie Grainger, a handsome hyper-masculine man himself responded to Big Beryl. “None taken, Dad. When you’re right, you’re right. I didn’t realize it until the night of Beau’s ceremony how much I wanted to become Bull’s slave. I became so jealous of Beau following his heart and becoming what he needed to be. I wanted it to be me, because I felt Beau's passion and recognized the same need in me. I imagined it was me under them leather hides on that stage and Bull was to become my master. I never told nobody, but I secretly wanted to have my master's babies," we laughed with Charlie, "I didn’t dare tell him though until after he fucked me up one side of that barn and down the other. I could tell when he kissed me he wanted me. We just wouldn’t admit it to each other, or I just wouldn't admit it to him until, well, you know,” Charlie said with a sheepish grin.

"Go on, Slave, tell these good men what you done to seal our agreement. Be proud of your decision, Son. I'm proud of you, Slave, and that's all you got to worry about," Bull demanded.

"I challenged my master to put up or shut up; to give me his piss, and if he was pleased with me I would agree to become his slave. I'm proud to say I took all my master and he found my effort worthy enough to make me his slave. I'm proud to be Master Bull's slave," Charlie said. The men in the pool applauded for Charlie and complimented Bull on his new slave.

Bull reached over and kissed his slave again behind the ear and spoke softly to him but loud enough for us to hear, “You gonna’ be Big Bull’s little ass-pussy slave-boy, Bro?” Bull asked his new slave.

“That and whatever else you want me to be, Master,” Charlie replied.

“What if I want you to have a cunt like Blaine’s?” Bull asked.

“To be your slave means I won’t have much say in the matter. I fully understand. That's the way you are, that's the way you have to be, and it's the way I want you to be. If you want me to have a pussy like Blaine's, then it will be done. Blaine seems to enjoy his. I know Wes loved his and Master Earl was generous enough to loan Wes to me a couple of times when we didn't have no women for a while. He was excellent, much better'n them loose cunts we been fucking. As long as I can have you in one hole or the other, serve you, pleasure your cock, and bring you comfort, I don’t give a big rat's ass what you choose to do with me.

“I’m tired of putting up a front with them bitches. I just wanna’ be your slave with you as my master. My only thoughts are to serve you and make you happy, sir. You already done told me yours was the only cock in our family what needs to be taken care of anyway. I'm down with that. You got enough to satisfy both of us. I trust you to do the right thing when I become your slave. If it’s the price I have to pay to be with you and feel like a belong to you, I’ll gladly pay it,” Charlie said firmly.

“Now, now, let’s take one step at a time, Darlin,’ what say?” Bull backed off smoothing over his ‘Bull of the woods’ attitude. “You know I love you, Charlie. I ain’t no bad ass and you know it. Ain’t I always been good to you? Ain’t I always looked out for you?” Bull asked.

“Yes, sir, Master Bull,” Charlie said, "You been damn good to me. You're a good man, Master. If'n I weren't convinced, I wouldn't have my belly full of your piss right now," Charlie confirmed.

“Well, I just started to be good to you, Slave. You’re gonna’ see just how good old Bull can be,” he promised. They kissed a quick peck.

“Ah, ain’t love grand?" Big Beryl sighed. Everyone broke up because we’d all been there at one time or another. They just discovered each others love. They were hopelessly in love with each other for years and never let down the barriers to speak the words. It was like watching a supernova in a far off galaxy. An explosion of love like theirs doesn’t happen too often.

“Well, I’m happy for you guys. Congratulations,” Master Earl stuck out his hand and they both shook it.

I thought for sure they were going to start making out right there, but they calmed down and cooled it. I looked over to my left and Button was lying in Master Zack’s arms. Zack was stroking and petting him whispering little things to make him giggle. I hoped they were nasty. Button deserved a good fucking.

“Will you perform a bonding ceremony at Zack’s the weekend Beau is scheduled to visit?” Bull asked Big Beryl “We plan on dump'n them broads soon's we get back and be together by that time, and we want to bond before our family.”

“Be happy to, Gentlemen. Being in this family now for almost a decade, it’s gonna’ be a shocker to a lot of folks. You might have to take some good natured ribbing,” Beryl said.

“Bring it on. We deserve every word of it for letting this go on for so many years and never doing nothing about it. We deserve what we get. Ain’t that right, my handsome pussy boy?” Bull asked his slave.

“I agree with my, Master, Master Beryl," Charlie said.

“Of course you do, Son, a good slave should always agree with his master,” Big Beryl laughed.

It was early evening and Master Sam and Yoshie finally pulled up. Yoshie had to work over as they had a rush in the ER and asked him to stay several more hours. Everyone was glad to see them.

Some other folks were seeing to dinner for everyone. Hot dogs and hamburgers, good hot German potato salad, chips, and dips of all kinds. It was a treat. It was like camping out. Everyone had a good time. The hot water helped my ass a lot, and I asked Master Earl if we could get back in after we ate. He agreed. We got back in the water and were joined this time by Master Sam and Yoshie. “Stand up, Slave!” Sam ordered me. I stood immediately facing him. “Turn around slowly, Slave.” I did and heard him and Yoshie start laughing. “That old man got you again? Got chu' good, too. How funny!” Sam exclaimed. He and Yoshie held each other while they laughed.

“I asked him to, Master Sam,” I said. He stopped laughing and just looked at me and shook his head.

“You know, Slave, and it may be very good for you. If you can’t slay your dragon’s one way, have them beat out of you. No, no, now I ain't being nasty, I’m dead serious. It may be a way for you to get rid of a lot of emotional baggage,” Sam said.

“I always feel better for days afterward, Master Sam, so perhaps you hit on something,” I agreed.

“I'm convinced there’s something to it, Sam, and I ain't just saying that to gain converts,” Master Earl continued, “I remember Wes used to beg me to take him to the dungeon and beat his ass when his demon’s were getting too close. One good evening in the dungeon would straightened him right out for a couple of weeks or more. He would be the sweetest little slave-boy. The closest he could ever get to letting me know he truly loved me was right after we had a session in the dungeon. Since he was killed he’s showered a lot of love on me,” my master said.

Master Earl left it at that, but we all knew what he meant. The hot water was doing my ass a lot of good. I was tired and wanted to get to bed early, but I didn’t want to interrupt my master’s good time. I lay in his arms. He was lying almost straight out so I was sort of lying in between his legs with my head on his hairy chest. He was stroking and petting me. It felt so good I started to drift off to sleep. I didn’t want to go to sleep. I wanted to serve him. I neglected him the greater part of the afternoon for my selfish needs, I wanted to take care of him. The next thing I knew I was being carried by Big Beryl into our bedroom and deposited on our bed. Master Earl proceeded to dry me, and I tried to wake up. I told him I wanted to pleasure him I didn’t want to sleep.

“Shuuu, calm down. That’s an order, Slave,” he said firmly. I calmed right down. The man meant business when he used his Officer Master's voice.

“I’ll tear off a piece in the morning. Let’s get some rest. I’m tired, too,” he said. He pulled me into his arms, and I don’t remember anything until his big snake was knocking at my back door the next morning.

“Let me run to the shower a minute, Master, please,” I said. He excused me and I returned as quickly as possible, clean. I got his big snake slathered up with my spit, and he took me hard. Damn he felt good inside me. I could use a good comfortable ride on my Cadillac this morning. He didn’t disappoint me. He never did. He hit his just before I got mine and emptied himself into my gut as my ass chewed on his big fine cock. I lay there in his arms thanking him for the good fucking and how much I appreciated having his seed inside me.

We got up and dressed. He had me put on my cod piece leathers with the piece removed and the ass opened. He plugged my ass for the day. He put his collar and leash on me and led me to the kitchen. A number of folks were up having coffee. Blaine was busy in the kitchen. He handed us each a cup of coffee, but before I drank I knelt in front of Big Beryl and kissed his boots. He allowed me to go through the ritual, then hugged, and kissed me. “You keep them pennies to remind you of a wonderful afternoon with your old dad,” he whispered.

“Thanks, Master, I will. I wanted to thank you again, it was a very special afternoon. Master Zack is truly a master with the whip,” I said.

“Tell me about it. I’m going to take lessons from that boy. You didn’t see what he did with a beer bottle. I couldn’t believe his mastery with a whip. Felt right for you then?” he asked.

“Both of you were great,” I said as he rubbed my ass to check, but it really wasn’t sore.

“That feels good, Dad. Now, I wanna’ help Blaine today, please,” I begged.

“Get your ass in there,” he said and patted me on the butt again as I went.

I asked Master Earl if he minded if I helped Blaine. He gave his permission.

“Okay, I’m reporting for KP duty Lieutenant Kelley. What’s my assignment?”

“Right, Corporal Slave, Hero, Honey... pick one. Make another urn of coffee, follow the instructions on the side and hit the ‘on’ switch. I got busy doing that when the general arrived. General Oscar. I even called him that, and he just giggled. Billy was with him and Master Bert. We exchanged greeting. They ran off to the bedroom and returned in a few minutes without a stitch on.

“Now, you guys are in uniform,” I joked with them.

The phone rang and Big Beryl picked it up. Everyone got quite so he could hear. Oscar sized up the progress so far in the kitchen and laid out his plan of attack. I was about to flip the switch on the coffee urn when I heard Big Beryl say, “Yeah! He’s here, sure you can talk with him. He wants to talk with you, too. Let me get him. It’s Breed, Beau, he wants to talk with you,” he said and handed me the phone.

“Hello, Master Breed,” I said.

“Please, Beau, just Breed,” he replied.

“How are you, Brother?” I asked.

“You don’t know how good it is to hear you call me your brother, Beau. I'm fine. Better'n fine, my Brother, I think I’m falling in love,” he said quietly.

“That’s wonderful, Bro. Who’s the lucky slave?” I asked.

“He ain’t no slave, Beau,” he said like he was admitting to armed robbery.

“You know that’s all right. We ain’t gonna’ stop loving you. Me and Blaine will jes' have us another brother,” I assured him.

“I knew you’d say that. I just wanted to hear it from you. He’s a wonderful man, Beau, and if he’ll have me I want to be his slave. Will you help me?” Breed asked.

“Anyway I can, Bro, you know it without asking. I love you, Jimmy,” I said.

“You know I love you, too, Beau. He remembers you from Nam, Beau. You patched him up. He says you went through a lot of shit for him. He’s anxious to see you again. We’re gonna’ be on the road a while longer, but we should be back in about two weeks. He wanted to cut our trip short just to come home with me and thank you for saving his life. I love him, Beau. He’s a handsome man, a wonderful human being, and I want to spend the rest of my life serving him. I never would've considered this if it hadn’t a' been for you bro. Meeting you again and showing me the dignity what can come from serving another man really did a number on me, Beau, and got me to thinking. I finally come to understand it's what I want for myself,” he declared.

“I’m glad Bro, you know that. What’s his name?” I asked.

“Everyone calls him Captain Nemo. He gave himself that name for what it means it Latin, nothing or zero. His real name is Joshua Cochran,” Breed said.

End Chapter 21 ~ The Ties That Bind
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