THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 22 ~
Visitation Tango
Part I ~ Lost And Found
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of its grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and ever to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death to was)
all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live ~
e. e. cummings
My knees went out from under me,but thank God, Blaine, my rock,
was watching out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed my arm as I
straightened myself. I was silent for some time. “Beau, are you
there?” Breed asked.
“I’m sorry, Bro, I was trying to recall him, and now I remember.
Oh, God, I do remember him now. I feel so damn bad. I did
everything I could for the man, Bro. I got my ass in a lot of
trouble hounding them som’bitching doctors. I called them every
name under the sun and had to eat a major portion of shit to keep
from being court-martialed,” I said and felt myself beginning to
well up inside.
“He knows about it, Beau. He’s deeply indebted to you for fighting
for him and saving his life when you went against regs. He wants
to thank you personally,” Breed said.
“Bring him home, Bro. Maybe we can heal each other. I can
apologize to him, man to man, and beg his forgiveness. Oh, God,
Breed, I feel so bad I couldn’t help him more. I blamed myself for
years,” I said through my tears.
“No, no, Beau, he don’t feel that way a’ tall. He’s so grateful,
he’s the one who wants to relieve you of any burden of guilt. He
already loves you for what you done for him, but also because of
me describing how much I love you. You were right, Bro, love is
catching,” Breed said and chuckled.
“Bring him home, Jimmy. We’ll love him as much as we love you.
He’s welcome. I’ll give you back to dad, but remember no matter
what your choice, we’ll always love you,” I assured him.
“I knew that, but I’m learning some manners. He’s going to make me
into a good, respectful slave, Beau. I want that. I was a
miserable failure as a master. With your love and help, I know I
can be a better slave. We’ll be home in about a month. I thought
about two weeks, but he just reminded me he needs to visit someone
in Wyoming and it may be a bit longer. But we’ll be there before
you know it, Bro. I need to hold you in my arms again, Beau, just
to know you’re still here. I guess I just needed your blessing,”
he said.
“You have it, brother, with all my love. Now, here’s dad again.” I
handed the phone back to dad, he said a few more things to Breed,
then told him to hurry home soon, he loved him. He hung the phone
up, I move to Big Beryl, threw my arms around him and started
weeping silently. Blaine came around and put his arms around me.
Dad was soothing me and so was Master Earl.
“What did he say to upset you so, Son,” Big Beryl asked quietly.
“Our guesses were correct, Dad. Breed has jumped the fence. He
wants to become a slave to this man, Captain Nemo. He wanted my
blessing and I gave it. I told him no one in this family would
love him less. Captain Nemo’s real name is Joshua Cochran.”
“Oh, my, God!” I heard Master Earl say behind me.
“No wonder you went white a minute ago,” Blaine said.
“I never knew his real name, Son. I rode with him about a year
before I met Blaine. He’s a fine looking man. I never knew he
didn’t have no cock. We never talked about personal things. He
pretty much kept to himself.” Everyone was silent for a few
minutes. You could hear the coffee dripping in the urn. Then
Blaine asked the question which was on every one's mind.
“If he’s a master how can he...?” Blaine got a blank look on his
face.
“Blaine!” Big Beryl barked at him, “How could you be a slave
without a cock?” he asked.
“Good point, Dad. Besides it’s not up to us to say where or how
some one shares love. There’s all sorts of ways they could have
sex,” Blaine replied.
“And none of them are our business. Besides, you don’t have to
have sex to share love,” Master Earl said.
“You’re right, Earl,” Big Beryl agreed, "Look at Sarge and Titus.
Now there's the most unconventional master/slave relationship
you’ll ever find. That’s not to imply ours is superior to theirs.
It works for them. It’s simply unique, and Sarge is the first one
to rub it in your face,” Beryl bellowed with laughter. Everyone
knew what he meant.
“Well, Son, you must have seen this coming to have Yoshie’s dad
complete his cock. Sam and Yoshie just walked in and we told them
the news. Yoshie couldn’t believe it, and Master Sam was stunned.
“What are the chances?” Sam asked Earl D.
“What are the chances I would give Beau a ticket on his way to
give his decision to Jeb about entering slave training? What are
the chances Blaine, Breed, and Chief met up with Beau and each
other? Blaine went through OTS with Joshua Cochran. Someone has to
be working behind the scenes pulling strings to bring all this
about. And, I’m beginning to believe it’s all for a damn good
reason we don’t know yet. We will, it just ain’t clear right now,”
Master Earl replied.
“Earl has a good point, Sam. I seen some pretty fantastic shit go
on when this kid is around. So have you,” Big Beryl said.
“I don’t want to believe all this, but what other explanation is
there?” Master Sam asked.
“Sam, I held Wes’ spirit in my hand and petted him one evening in
Jeb and Jim’s Dungeon. Blaine, Chief, Jeb, and Jim all witnessed
it. We could feel, smell, and touch the little shit. It was like
he was sitting there with us,” Big Beryl replied.
“Yeah, Sam, I’ve seen it,” Master Earl agreed.
“There’s no doubt in my mind it was Wes, Master Sam,” Blaine said.
“I’m sure he pulled the strings to get Chief and me together,” I
said.
“How do you know that, Beau?” Sam asked.
“He told me,” I replied.
Master Sam rolled his eyes toward heaven. “You communicate with
him?” Sam asked.
“Yes, he does,” they family said in unison.
Button and Master Zack were listening to all this and Master Zack
ask innocently, “Then the thing about Beau having some sort of
magic is for real?” he asked.
“Get him a deck of Tarot cards, and he’ll show you,” Master Earl
defended me.
“I don’t know if I can read any cards but mine, Master. I never
tried,” I said.
“I’ve seen what he can do and what I told Button wasn't an
exaggeration,” Big Beryl said.
“What I told Button weren’t no lie neither,” Chief added.
“He blew me away,” Blaine agreed.
“First night we met him, he told Master Earl there was a hidden
drawer in his desk he didn’t know about and how to open it. He
told us Wes told him where it was and how to get into it. We
rushed in, opened it, and guess what was in it?” Billy asked.
“What?” Asked Sam, Bull, and Charlie together.
“A letter for each of us, plus a book of poems for Beau and some
official documents for Master Jeb. All from Wes,” Billy said.
There was a silence you could cut with a knife.
“How will you give it to him, Beau?” Chief asked.
“What are we talking about here? Give him what?” Bull asked.
“Get it, Beau, and show them, they won’t believe it unless they
see for themselves,” my master ordered.
I brought Josh’s cock out in the Styrofoam case and carefully
opened it. Everyone gathered around. “No one is to handle it
but Beau to avoid an accident, understand?” Big Beryl barked. I
carefully took it out of the case Yoshie and I made and showed
them.
“My God, is that the man’s penis?” Bull asked in awe and
disbelief.
“Yes, I encased it in a rectangular box of acrylic plastic and
Yoshie’s dad, a fine artist, carved it to the exact shape of his
cock with a quarter inch covering left for preservation,” I
explained.
Bull shook his head. “I saw some things yesterday I never would
believe unless I witnessed it for myself, and now I’m seeing
another. Earl D., your slave is an unusual and remarkable young
man,” Bull said.
“We’ve all come to that conclusion, one by one. He seems to have
some connection with everyone in this family someway or another,”
Master Earl said.
I carefully returned the glass cock to its protective container
and then to Master Earl’s saddlebags. I wondered how I was
going to return it to Josh. I had faith I would be shown the way.
We had Brunch and there was food for everyone. Bull and Charlie
were with their ladies but seemed deadly bored with them. They
kept sneaking lustful looks at each other. The women knew
something was wrong, but never guessed what they were going to
find out. I don’t know if Bull and Charlie told them why they were
getting dumped. They just did and Charlie moved in with Bull the
next week. When they left they got me and Master Earl alone and
promised they would see us at Zack’s in a month as master and
slave. Bull gave Master Earl his phone number and asked him to
give them a call. They wanted to keep in touch. They wanted to
know us better. They wanted to be family. They already were in a
larger sense. Master Earl promised he would call.
The rest of the day saw people leave from noon on. Billy, Oscar,
and Master Bert were getting ready to leave. Master Bert wanted to
talk to Master Earl. He had a scheduling conflict and didn’t know
if he was going to be able to take me the weekend after him. Would
he consider trading weekends? He told them he didn’t mind as he
was invited to Bert’s place with me anyway. He wanted to talk to
me first. Could they stick around for a minute?
Master Earl found me and asked my opinion. “I don’t see why not,
but have Bert clear it with the Dungeon Master. If he 'okays' it
then we can be together the following weekend,” I said. He relayed
what we decided, but he insisted Bert have Big Jim call Master
Earl to let him know it was approved by the Dungeon Master. We
didn’t want to go against his rules or leave him out. Master Bert
agreed.
It was late afternoon and most everyone was gone. We hugged and
kissed damn near a hundred people who promised to see us at Zack’s
in about a month. I helped Blaine and Button prepare some leftover
food for Master Earl, Big Beryl, Chief, Master Zack, and us. We
ate quietly at the picnic tables near the hot water. It was my
favorite time in the desert. The colors, shapes, and forms were
spectacular. Animals of all kinds could be seen scurrying about.
“I know we’ve said it fifty times, Earl and Beau, but we are
really looking forward to your visit at our place in four weeks.
We have a nice big place in Joshua Tree, Beau, near the park and
you can roam around all day in the nude. Nobody will see you. Earl
D.’s been there many times. The house is kind of unique as it sits
surrounded by huge boulders twenty to thirty feet tall. There are
spaces between you can pass through. You feel protected yet free
to come and go. Our pool is right at the base of one,” Master Zack
said.
“We’re looking forward to it as well Zack,” Master Earl replied,
“I can’t thank you enough for including me. I hope you and Button
can come for Saturday evening and Sunday at my place in two weeks.
We think there’s going to be a scheduling change between Master
Bert and me. He wants next weekend, and I’ll have our slave the
following weekend.”
“We’ll try Earl. Don’t foresee any problems but shit happens,”
Master Zack answered.
“I’d love to see Master Earl’s and Beau’s home, Dad. Besides, I
understand the folks from Tucson are coming to Master Earl’s and
you know how much you like Cowboy,” Button said to his Master.
“We probably will, Button. I hope so anyway, and you’re right, I’m
quite fond of the cowboy. I’ve known and loved him for many
years,” he replied softly to Button.
We brought the day to a close with coffee in the pool of
hot-water. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful weekend.
Another emotional roller coaster ride for me, but what the Hell, I
was getting used to the ride now. I could do it with my hands in
the air. I had a lot of good people who thought I was the greatest
thing since rubber was invented and they loved me. When you have
the strength of your family backing you, you can face Goliaths of
problems and blow them away with a pebble.
Riding behind my master from the desert was a thrill. He, too, was
a master at bike riding, and I had to laugh. He was as much like a
Cadillac at riding his bike as he was riding me. Every now and
then he would reach down with his big gloved hand and pat my leg
or knee which was pushed up close to his thighs from the buddy
pegs on the back. It was a nice feeling. A touch of affection. We
arrived at Mt. Washington at eight forty-five P.M. Ten minutes to
spare. He parked his bike and came inside. Big Jim heard his bike
and came out front to give us both a bear hug.
Master Jeb was up and around. He was dressed and finished a small
dinner Big Jim prepared for him. He was in good spirits as I went
through my ritual greeting with him and Master Jim. Master Earl
gave him a big hug and asked how his master was doing. “I’m a lot
better, thanks. And, thanks to some good care these last couple of
days I think I’ll make it,” he said and laughed motioning to
Master, Jim, and me. “Did you enjoy your weekend in the desert,
Master Earl?” he asked.
“I always enjoy myself at Beryl and Blaine’s. There’s never a dull
moment. If there is, well, you can enjoy that, too,” he laughed. I
told Master Jeb and Jim the news about discovering Joshua
Cochran’s whereabouts. They couldn’t believe the coincidence.
“They may be back for my visit with Master Zack and Button,” I
said.
“Can you imagine handing the man his cock after all these years?”
The Dungeon Master asked with awe.
“I’m not simply gonna’ hand it to him, Dungeon Master,” I said
looking far away into the future.
“Well, that’s your call, Slave. No one will deny you that,” the
Dungeon Master said and agreed by the other two men. “I can tell
though, I can read that face like a dime store novel, you already
have something planned, don’t you, Slave?” Big Jim chided.
“Hum, could be, Master,” I said and laughed.
“Well, I want to be there for that one,” he said.
“You will be,” I smiled, looking at him, “You’re a part of it, you
have to be there.”
“You want to elaborate on that, Son?” he asked.
“No, sir,” I replied.
“I was afraid of that. Well, I know when to back off, too, and
this is one of them times,” the Dungeon Master said and laughed.
Master Earl excused himself as he wanted to get home to feed our
pussy, Monty. Master Jeb and Jim roared with laughter at that one.
He mentioned Bert would be contacting him to ask about a weekend
switch. He had no problem with it, but wanted Bert to clear it
with the Dungeon Master first and then if Big Jim would call him
in turn to let him know, he’d appreciate it. The Dungeon Master
seemed to appreciate Master Earl’s insistence on including him
first in the decision. I walked my master out to his bike. I
hugged and kissed him goodbye beneath the stars. He was even more
handsome by moonlight.
“I already miss you, and you’re not gone yet,” I said as I held
him tight.
“Soon, Slave, soon. You know I love you, and I need you,” he said.
“I love you, too, Master,” I assured him. He climbed on his bike
and was away down the hill. I watched him as he rode out of sight.
He held his hand up one last time to wave goodbye and was gone. I
stood for a few minutes looking down the empty street when I heard
a big pair of boots coming up behind me. Two big, hairy arms
dropped over my shoulder, locked across my chest, and pulled me
back against a warm fuzzy wall.
“Welcome home, Slave,” Big Jim kissed me behind the ear. I turned
into his arms, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“Thanks, Dungeon Master, I needed that,” I said. Big Jim’s smell
was driving me crazy. God! What was it about this man? Mine
must have done the same to him as he swept me up into his huge
arms, carried me to his bedroom, and proceeded to let his wild
animal rape the holy shit out of me. I didn’t scream ‘stop’ once.
I wanted it as bad as he wanted me to have it. It was pure,
unadulterated, carnal, gut wrenching, ball busting, come erupting,
animal lust. The best of the worst kind, dirty, and perverse, get
it all over you, roll in it, man-sex. One of the best sex sessions
we ever had. I’m sure I heard the cannons from the '1812 Overture'
going off when we fired off our cannons for the third time. Babe
had a field day pumping three giant loads into my butt. I asked
the Dungeon Master if he planned to send my ass in for a retread.
“Only if it’s still under warranty, Smart Ass,” he grinned. My
giant could be lethal with his wit.
Our week went as fast as the others. Our workouts were getting
more involved and my body was getting more pumped. So was mt
giant’s. He was becoming a God. Now, I had another problem.
Not only was I lost in his love and masculine mystique, he was now
forming himself into a body that not only was not hard to look at,
it was hard not to look at it. I watched queens walking down the
street get major whiplash from their heads jerking to watch us
ride by on his Harley. Underneath his overalls, you could
see his massive development. I got whip lash a couple of times
trying to be discrete when looking at him myself. He knew. He was
having the same problem with me. He became my physical Professor
Henry Higgins. We had it bad. That, however, was good. We
had some of the most lust filled, down, and dirty sex, I’ve ever
had in my life. I loved every minute of it. He knew how to be a
sexually depraved animal and was quickly transforming me into one.
Lycanthropy, shape shifting, or skin walking, of the most lethally
benignant, perverse sort. The kind the villagers light torches and
knock on your door as you’re howling at the moon in ecstasy from
the latest perversion your mad Dungeon Master has devised in his
la-bar-a-tory. There they stand wearing their drab quotidian lives
with pitch forks, hoes, (not that kind of hoe), rakes, and shovels
in hand ready to do battle against anything so perverse as joy and
celebration of life through love and sex between two men. Awful!
Dreadful! Unthinkable! A real Bozo no, no! Stamp it out! But spare
that one, he does my wife’s hair and she would kill me if anything
happened to him. We’ll just play like he’s not a pervert. He’s not
one of them, he’s just shy.
We must have radiated massive amounts of sexual pheromones
when we were together. We had people follow us around the
supermarket for hours. We loved it. The mischievous little boy
inside each of us was laughing with each other and sharing with
Master Jeb the latest gawking boob story. The Dungeon Master
and I became confederates in the enjoyment of life.
* * * * * * *
Master Bert and Oscar ~
The Dungeon Master had no problem with Master Earl and Bert
switching weekends. He was invited to both and since Master Jeb
was considerably better, Big Jim decided to spend the weekend with
us at Master Bert’s. Master Bert owned a huge rambling, two story,
six bedroom mansion on the farthest outskirts of Cathedral City
beyond Palm Springs. About an hour and a half as the Harley flies.
People in Southern California travel. When I was a small boy in
Texas a trip from my small hometown to Dallas or Houston was a
major life event. To either city it was only about a six hour
drive but I can remember the family packing for days to get ready
for ‘The Trip.’ It was only three hundred miles either way.
To our family it became more important that planning for an Apollo
Moon Mission. Californians think nothing of traveling four hundred
miles to San Francisco from L.A. for a weekend. Las Vegas three
hundred miles. Grab a tooth brush, hop in the car and go. Palm
Springs or San Diego for dinner? Sure, your truck or mine?
Once again, I found myself laughing and giggling with the Dungeon
Master all the way there. He was in a randy mood and everything he
said to me was ball busting funny. I rode with my hand playing
with Babe most of the way. We stopped for gas once. He made me get
off and pump it because he was embarrassed at his erection.
Neither of us had been to Master Bert’s and both were unprepared
for the grandeur of his and now Oscar’s home. It had its own drive
up to the house and a return drive down the other side of the
property. There was a huge area for guest parking. There was
parking behind the house, a six car garage with a two bedroom
Chauffeur’s Quarters over that. Billy was staying in the
Chauffeur’s Quarters.
Billy had his own opulent home in Palm Springs George left him but
he was so lonely without Oscar he was staying temporarily in the
guest apartment. Bert was so laid back he didn’t care. He was glad
to have Billy around. Billy sort of tagged along after General
Oscar and did his bidding. They had a great love for each
other, but Billy knew when to withdraw to give the new master and
slave their space. He wanted it to work for Oscar. He loved him so
much he would do anything to see to his friend’s happiness. Oscar
was good hearted and couldn’t just abandon Billy. If I wasn’t a
slave, know what I do now, and discovered my childhood fantasy
man, I would have made Billy my slave in a heartbeat. He was still
a ruggedly handsome man who worked out regularly and maintained
the body of a man half his age. The more he taunted me and groped
me, the more I wanted him.
I worked out a deal with the Dungeon Master, he could have two
slaves in Billy’s apartment for the evening. We would perform for
him alone, he would give the orders, and I would get to have
Billy; with the proviso I got to sleep all night in Billy’s arms.
He just howled when I told him about my boyhood fantasy. He agreed
it should be done. I left it up to him to set it up with Billy who
was not a shy man. Billy had been there and back as far as
performance sex was concerned. George had Billy so well trained he
would have him stand at parade rest, snap his fingers, and order
Billy to come for his guest. Billy would clamp his ass down hard
on his butt plug and fuck his own ass with it, not touching
anything with his hands, and in five minutes or less would shoot
out his little piss hole. He would shoot all over the deck to much
applause for his master for having trained him so well.
The Dungeon Master had a proviso, too, he would be allowed to join
in. He also wanted to get together with Billy for a long time and
tonight seemed as good as any. Billy was like a school boy getting
ready for his first date. The Dungeon Master pulled him aside
after a wonderful dinner and told him the plans for his use for
later that evening. Billy came around me a couple of times and
gently played with my cock and balls whispering outrageous things
to me. Things that made me break up with laughter; not because
they were that funny but because Billy was acting like a kid who
was just handed a five dollar bill and let loose in a candy store.
He made ritual with the Dungeon Master three or four times during
the evening. When we took our clothes off for the hot tub, Billy
flipped out. He hadn’t seen the new improved slave and Dungeon
Master and was agog at the difference. He was nothing but
compliments and kept asking Oscar and Master Bert. “Can you
believe it? They’re all mine to serve for the evening. Oh, Oscar,
what’ll I do? Where will I start? The Dungeon Master will tell me.
Calm down Billy, the Dungeon Master will use you as he sees fit.
Master Bert! Oscar! Just look at the two of them. Are they God’s
or what? Just look at Beau’s tits. Do they cry out for rings or
what?” Billy went on and on.
“You think Beau’s tits should be ringed, Billy?” the Dungeon
Master asked. “What about you, Master Bert? Oscar?” the Dungeon
Master asked.
“Does it for me,” Master Bert said, “Some slaves can wear rings in
their tits, and they look like they belong there. Others can’t.
Beau is definitely a tit ring man in my book. I wouldn’t hesitate
having those beautiful tits ringed. As a matter of fact, if my
slave keeps up his workouts, as I know he will for his master, he
will soon be rewarded with a set as well. All my slaves have been
ringed. That way, you never loose your car keys,” he added
and laughed. Everyone laughed at the mental picture of Oscar with
a set of car keys hanging from a ring through his tit. I started
getting hard just thinking about it. Master Burt continued, “I’m
thinking of having a really heavy one placed right through the
bottom of his empty crotch so I can hook his leash onto it. I may
even have a septum piercing done for a ring through his nose.
There’s nothing that says ‘slave’ like a septum piercing,” Master
Bert declared.
“I shared with Master Earl my convictions about Beau's tits being
ringed and we decided between us we may have it done this weekend.
There’s a great tattoo artist and piercing master here in Palm
Springs most of the bikers go to. He’s clean and reasonable. Not a
bad looking man either. Tattoo’s from head to toe. Master Earl
would like for Beau to have a Prince Albert, too. What do you guys
think?”
“If he’s going to be allowed to keep his cock and balls, which I
hope he is, they should be ornamented. No doubt about it. A heavy
gage Prince Albert to offset the tit piercings. Woah! Here, Oscar,
Slave, Honey, Sweetheart. Feel what Daddy Bert has for you to sit
on tonight. He pulled Oscar’s hand over to play with his rock hard
cock.
Oscar blushed. “I always love to pleasure your big cock, Daddy
Bert. I’ll make it feel so good you’ll yell for your slave to
stop,” Oscar teased.
“That’s the way I like to hear my slave respond,” he said as he
pulled Oscar to him and kissed him tenderly. It wasn’t hard to see
they were very much in love. It was great to see. It was still
early evening but Master Bert and Oscar retired to the far end of
the house and left not only the entire guest house to us but one
of the six car garages that Master Bert walled in and converted to
a fully equipped, plumbed, dungeon. It was more elaborate than my
master’s and more high tech that the Mt. Washington dungeon.
Mirrors on almost every wall. Mirrors on the ceiling. Movable
mirrors. It was unbelievable. With every kind of sex toy
imaginable. Master Bert was no small time master. He took
being a master seriously.
“Are we going to play in here, Dungeon Master?” Billy asked shyly.
“We were given the keys to the kingdom. Suggestions, Slaves?” Big
Jim asked Billy and me.
“I say we go for it,” I said with enthusiasm.
“Oh, please, Dungeon Master, I haven’t played in a real dungeon
with two such hot men in years,” begged Billy as he fell to his
knees and kissed the Dungeon Master’s boots. I nudged him over and
got on the other boot.
“How could I say no to such devoted slaves. Besides, it was my
first pick, too. Look’s like fun. Let’s see if we can open some
old doors what have been slammed shut for a while,” he said and
grinned at Billy. Damn, he was in a randy mood. I loved him in
this mood. I always knew that dirty fertile creative mind of his
was working overtime. One of us, or hopefully both, might end up
with our hair on fire. Woopee! Our kind of Dungeon Master.
Big Jim ordered Billy to help him off with his big, heavy boots,
and I helped him off with his leather cod-piece pants. He had me
help him back on with his big boots placing them in my crotch,
pressing almost to the point of pain, then his foot would
magically slip in. He would give me a little extra pressure just
to the point of pain. He got it down to a science and would always
laugh at me when he pulled his big boot away and saw the roaring
erection I would be sporting.
“Look at that, Billy, have you ever seen a bigger boot slave in
your life? Look at that slave’s cock; hard as a rock, after I
stomped it with my boot,” he asked Billy shaking his head in
mawkish disbelief.
“We told you the boy was a natural. He takes after his older
brother Billy. I’ve eaten my share of hot boots in my day and
loved every one of ’em. I’ve eaten enough of yours Dungeon Master
to make you a whole new pair,” Billy said.
“You have, indeed, Slave,” Jim said laughing, “Now get your hunky
ass up in that sling. I’m gonna’ warm it up for you with this nice
whip I found. Then I’m gonna’ take you the way a master should
take his slave. I’ll fuck you real good to get you opened up for
my slave. I‘ll use you to teach him how to take a slave like a
master should. We'll open you up real good, let him loose on you
and see what he can do in the slave fucking department. That’s the
drill slaves. Any questions?” he asked like a marine DI.
“No, sir, Dungeon Master. It’s an honor to serve you and your
slave, sir. I’ll give you and your slave the best possible fuck,
sir,” Billy said.
“I know you will, Slave. I’m looking forward to opening you up for
little beaver here. Now, enough talk. Close your eyes and put your
ass up there for good whupping, Slave. Billy raised his ass and it
was the first time I noticed he had a huge butt plug just like
mine in his ass.
“Nice plug, Slave,” I complimented him.
“Yeah, I put that in him before we went to dinner. He’s been
sucking on it all evening, just like his little brother.
ooks good, don’t it, Slave?” Big Jim asked.
“He does look hot, Master,” I replied, “He looks like a Tom
Turkey, stuffed and ready for the oven,” I added and grinned.
Billy was loving every minute of our dungeon encounter. With that,
the Dungeon Master took a big swing and brought it down hard on
Billy’s ass.
“Whuup! One, sir! Thank you, Dungeon Master, sir!”
Whaaap! “Two, sir! Thank you, Dungeon Master, sir!”
Whaap! “Three, sir! Thank you, Dungeon Master, sir!”
Whaaap! “Oh, God! Four, sir! Thank you, Dungeon Master, sir!”
Whaarrp! “Oh, that’s good! Five, sir! Thank you, Dungeon Master,
sir!” More Please, Sir! More!”
Whaap! “Six, sir! Thank you, Master Jim, thank you!”
Whaap! “Seven, sir! Oh, thank you, good Dungeon Master! This slave
thanks you!”
Wahhap! “Eight, sir! Thank you, Dungeon Master! One more, sir, and
I’m afraid this unworthy slave will shoot, sir. I will be happy to
take as many as you wish to give, sir.”
“No, I think that’s sufficient,” Big Jim said. He went to Billy
and gently began to rub his ass. Billy went crazy thanking him for
the good ass whipping. He really needed it. He hadn’t had one in
so long. He got tears in his eyes. “Thank you so much, Dungeon
Master,” he said.
“Damn, I got it nice and hot. Feel that, Slave-boy,” he ordered. I
placed my hand flat on Billy’s butt and it was on fire. It was
difficult to tell how much was from the whipping or how much was
from Billy’s passion of the moment, but he was ripe and ready for
a good hard fucking. My old dick got rock hard thinking of getting
into Clancey McGee’s butt. The Dungeon Master popped out his plug
into an awaiting towel. He handed it to me, and I set it aside.
“On your knees slave and get me slathered up with your spit. I’m
about to split this slave in two,” Master Jim commanded. I dropped
to my knees, Babe winked at me as I kissed, made love to him, and
asked permission to take him. “Permission granted slave,” Master
Jim said.
I took Babe in my mouth and slathered generous amounts of spit all
over his long shaft. Master had me stand slightly back and to the
right of him to watch him take his slave in the sling. He
positioned the big mushroom head at Billy’s rosebud, grabbed the
chains over Billy’s head, leaned slightly forward, and Babe
disappeared into Billy. Billy sucked in air, then started thanking
the Dungeon Master for taking him hard like a good master should.
He thanked him and thanked him. I watched as Billy’s ass spasmed
and argued with the Dungeon Master’s ample cock.
“What are you doing, Slave?’ he asked of me, “Couldn’t you be
doing something to pleasure your master?” I didn’t get what he was
talking about at first, but I dropped to my knees. His hairy ass
was right in front of me, and I knew what he wanted. I wanted it
as much as he did. I got my face up in there and started cleaning
around his fine hole. He tasted just like his clean odors that
turned me on so much. I knew now what he expected of a slave when
he was cleaning him out.
He began to open Billy up and his backward stroke went ever deeper
into my face. I reached up with my hands and spread his cheeks to
get my tongue inside and heard him take a deep breath when he felt
me cleaning way up inside of him. He began to fuck my tongue on
his backward stroke and encouraged me to get in closer so he could
do the best for both slaves at the same time. He was
literally fucking my tongue on his backward stroke, sometime
stopping to rest the weight of his body on my face so I could get
up there further. He clamped his ass tight around my tongue a
couple of times for me to judge how far I was into him.
“You can get up there a little further, Slave. I’m not to the base
of that tongue yet. You’ve still got some man hole to clean up
there,” the Dungeon Master commanded. I was beginning to get some
good stuff out of him with my cleaning. I took my thumbs and
parted his sphincter to get maximum penetration with my tongue. He
felt me exploring his inner cavity and just set on my face with
most of his weight. I felt my tongue slip the rest of the way in.
He had me now as he purposely clamped his ass muscle around the
base of my tongue and held it there as he rested even more weight
on my face.
“What’s a' matter, Slave, my ass got your tongue?” he asked with
humor. He was hot and he knew what he was doing. He was ripping me
a new asshole psychologically, and I was loving it. He could have
walked me around the room that way. “We’re paused here in
opening you up slave, ‘cause I got my other slave’s tongue locked
into my asshole. I’ll let him go in just a minute but he needs to
clean up there and taste his master's essence. He’ll get some good
strong flavors up there. He knows better than to try to pull
that slave tongue out of his master’s ass without permission,” he
said. He sat just a bit harder on my face and I felt him relax his
ass. “Now get the good stuff, Slave, while you can.”
I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even think about what I was doing, I
just knew it was a part of him, and I had to have it. When he was
satisfied I cleaned him well enough, he eased off my tongue to let
me enjoy my experience. His flavors were wonderful, Earthy and
strong like him. It may not appeal to some folks but the more
giant ass I got the more I wanted. In the passion of the moment
you don’t think about negative implications. You are there to
serve and you do what is expected of you; otherwise, don’t put
yourself in that position.
Lie back with your dick in your hand and read about my experiences
wishing it was you under that big hairy ass, cleaning his hole
with your tongue. If you lie back, close your eyes, then you can
imagine inhaling a lung full of his strong male crotch and anal
odors. You might even have the lingering taste of his essence on
your tongue. Don’t sample it more than once. Don’t read this
passage more than once. You may find yourself under the big man
next time. If not for real, then in your dreams. It starts with
the smallest suggestion, then builds to a gut craving need. It’s
an easily acquired taste. It’s more addictive than heroin. The
strong flavor of a big man’s ass imprints on your soul. Once
there, you can never, or ever want to return. My master was
pleased with his slave and finished opening his other slave.
He withdrew and said to me, “Now, slave, get up here and mount
this slave like you’ve watched your master’s do many time.”
I got between Billy’s legs and looked up at him. He was in heaven
and winked at me to give him my best mount. I did exactly as I had
done to me hundreds of times and heard Billy go ‘oouuf.’ He began
to thank me for taking him like a master. I waited for a minute
and felt a big cock knocking at my back door and knew what was
coming. I raised my ass slightly and pushed back as Babe sunk into
me to the balls.
“Now, slave,” the Dungeon Master said, “you’re going to fuck both
of us at the same time. I expect you to show each of us equal
pleasure. If you feel yourself about to shoot, stop, and push back
hard against me until the feeling passes, understand?” he asked.
“Yes, Dungeon Master, thank you, sir,” I replied. I began fucking
Billy and felt myself backing up on Babe with every stroke. He
helped me by getting as close into me as possible, so I didn’t
have to take a big stroke to satisfy either of them. I soon got
the feel of what he expected and really began to get creative with
my strokes forward and backward. I didn’t even think about coming
as I was too busy thinking about how it was feeling for them. The
Dungeon Master gave me more and more latitude in my strokes.
“Keep that stroke up, Slave, just a little faster and your gonna’
bring us both to the barn in a few minutes,” he growled his
command.
I sped up the same stroke and glanced up at Billy to see he was
gritting his teeth, not in pain but trying hard not to come until
the Dungeon Master gave him permission. “Get it, Billy!” he yelled
at him,"‘cause this slave is ridin’ Babe to the barn, right now!”
I kept stroking and felt Billy’s ass try to bite my dick off as he
began to shoot. I felt something boiling up from the depths of my
gut and I exploded into Billy while trying to bite the head off
the monster in my ass. The Dungeon Master was already lost into
his animal mode, but I didn’t stop pleasuring him. I only backed
up harder and faster knowing at any second I was going to feel the
second flow of animal gizz to be mixed with master ejaculate.
Saliva began to rain down on me and Billy as the animal grabbed me
around the waist and pumped his final load deep into my gut.
Monster saliva was everywhere.
Billy was amused but not shocked. I kept milking the Dungeon
Masters big cock while he was still plunged to the hilt in my gut.
Billy felt my movement, shuddered and shot once more. He looked
surprised. I heard the heavy breathing of my animal, unloading
into me, holding me tight. I pulled out of Billy and kept backing
up against my giant. He returned to being the giant and started
laughing. Billy started laughing. They started me laughing. It was
a great moment for the three of us. He held himself in me for
several minutes letting me milk more of him into me.
“Now, see what a good Dungeon Master can do with two fine slaves,
Gentlemen?” he asked.
“You’re the best, Dungeon Master,” Billy said, “I’ve seen ‘em come
and go and you are good, sir. You’re really good. This
slave will be proud to clean your boots anytime, anywhere,
sir. Just snap your fingers and my mouth will be there,”
Billy gushed.
“That goes double for me, Dungeon Master,” I said sincerely still
sucking with my ass. Billy got down from the sling and embraced me
while my Master was still way up inside me. I was gently milking
Babe to get every bit out I could. He moved in closer to embrace
Billy with me in the middle. I felt the love passing between them
and me. The three of us were vibrating to the same frequency as
Billy kissed the Dungeon Master over my shoulder and the Dungeon
Master kissed him back. I could feel him gently moving Babe inside
me to include me in that moment of love. It was passing through,
over, around, above, below I could feel the passion of three souls
united in a moment of happiness, love, and companionship. The
three of us bonded as one.
“That’s good enough, Slave, you got all of me. Now, pull yourself
off and let’s get cleaned up for bed,” he ordered. I pulled off of
him and felt empty. Empty but happy.
Billy embraced and kissed me. “Thanks, Tiger, I’ve been dreaming
of that since I met you and you didn’t disappoint. You were one
hot slave fucker. Got me off twice and only George could ever do
that,” he complimented me.
“I feel like I got the best end of the deal,”I said with a grin.
“You certainly did,” the Dungeon Master said smiling sweetly.
* * * * * * *
That night I fulfilled a boyhood dream. I slept in the arms of my
boyhood bodybuilding idol, Clancey McGee. The Dungeon Master knew
my fantasy and withdrew to the other bedroom. Billy petted me,
cooed to me and held me in his big massive arms. Looking at his
huge arms always was a sure come-shot when jacking off. To look at
those arms and imagine them around me never failed to get me off.
“Go ahead, Slave, whip it off for both of us. I know you’re not
allowed to touch yourself. I won’t tell and when you get close let
Mr. McGee know, so he can play catcher for you,” he said
mischievously.
“Our secret, Mr. McGee?” I asked.
“Our secret, Son,” Billy said in his deep voice. That’s all I
needed was to hear those words from my fantasy man calling me
‘son.’ He knew it, too, as he smiled a paternal smile. I grabbed
hold of my old cock. It felt good, but strange to be holding my
own penis. I hadn’t felt my hand around it in over two months. I
looked at his handsome rugged features, those massive arms, well
defined pecs, and felt my passion boiling inside of me.
It was like jacking off to an old muscle magazine, closing my eyes
then opening them again and there was my favorite, Clancey McGee,
lying next to me, like a center fold-out without the
staples. I was in his arms, oh sweet, Jesus! He just called
me son. Oh, God, in heaven. I need you Mr. McGee. Help me Clancy.
His mouth was around me and finished me off as I came deep within
his throat. He swallowed and got another good shot of thick, ropey
cream out of me. He swallowed and sucked until he felt the final
squirt into his mouth. He moaned as he swallowed the last of my
seed.
We kissed again, and I thanked him. He insisted he thank me. I
relaxed as he rubbed me all over. I don’t know if he slept a wink
all night. He was so concerned I have a perfect night in his arms.
I became almost like a baby to him cradling me in his massive
arms. I guess there was some truth to that, I was a baby slave. I
slept the dreams of love, comfort, and peace. I found reality in
my fantasy. I found fantasy in my reality. A conundrum? Not
really. Both conjoined to become real at the moment. Quantum
physics on an animal level.
* * * * * * *
Part II ~ Good Morning Star Shine
eye haba code inda’ node
the waving tissue said with thyme;
I think it’s snot complaining,
spoke of men and spoke again,
its leadened thorax song-singing,
from a disassembled heart.
vox humana bleating sotto voce
big-red sign read: NO WADING
immediate seeding for one, sir;
jump on in, fuck four days
(is) anyone that lonely?
(A)lone with any
one
From: Medusa Gorgon ~ Beau James
I awoke the next morning refreshed and still in the arms of my
boyhood dream. He was real. Clancey McGee was no longer a
fantasy. Why didn’t it bother me he was a eunuch, I
wondered? Even as a kid I never wondered what might be
between his legs. That wasn’t so important as the muscles. The
overpowering proportions of his massive physique. He was the man I
most wanted to call me ‘son.’ That finally happened. See, dreams
do come true.
When I was a kid, what did I know about man sex? I didn’t know
until I got to junior high school (middle school) something could
go in your ass as well as out. I was imprinted sexually by Mr.
McGee before I knew what to do with my penis other than jack it
off. He could have had a cunt and I still would have found him
attractive. Well, that’s not a good comparison. Blaine has a cunt,
and I get an erection every time I think about him. We lay there
for a while, him fussing over me, kissing me and chortling. I took
full advantage of his luscious tits and sucked each of them until
they were almost raw. I whispered to him, “I better get into your
shower and clean myself in case the Dungeon Master wishes to use
me this morning as my other master will be here today,” I said.
“Good idea,” Billy whispered back, “you’ll find everything you
need right in there, Sweetheart.” I gave him a quick kiss and ran
to the shower. He had a clean-out hose and all the conveniences. I
cleaned myself to my satisfaction, then my body, got out and
toweled myself. I waved to Billy as I tip toed into the Dungeon
Master’s room. Big Jim looked like a hibernating old bear. A good
looking, masculine old bear whom I would lie down with in his den
at the first snow of winter and get up with in the spring, every
year, for the rest of my life. Hell, I would bear his cubs. I
crawled in beside him and put my backside up against him. He
didn’t open his eyes, he just enfolded me within his giant hairy
arms and pulled me in tight. He sniffed my neck like I might be
something good to eat, snorted approvingly a couple or times,
nibbled on my ear, then kissed me behind my neck. I felt him
growing strong behind me. I moved my ass on top of Babe.
“You better stop that or this old bear’s gonna’ come out of
hibernation early and fuck a little slave-boy who crawled into his
den to get warm,” he growled like a big old bear.
“If there’s a God that old bear will fuck the meanness out of his
little slave-boy just to keep him warm for the winter,” I said. He
laughed at me gently as I felt Babe parting my hole. I couldn’t
hold back any longer and backed all the way down on him. He arched
his back to get all of his big thick cock in me he could. Damn, he
felt good inside me, like the right key to a lock.
“You know what this means don’t you?” he asked.
“I’m gonna’ get fucked by a big old bear,” I said innocently.
“Yep!” he growled like a bear again.
“Would you rather me ride Babe to the barn for you, Dungeon
Master?” I asked.
“Yeah, good idea, Slave. You ain’t taken old Babe out for a ride
in a while. He thinks you don’t love him anymore. Turn around
here, Cowboy, and set yourself a good saddle, but none of that
stopping when you get near the barn this time. You see that barn,
you head for it and ride old Babe to his stall. You got that,
Slave-boy? Your young life may depend on it,” Master Jim said and
laughed.
“Yes, Master,” I said in a hang-dog manner. I rode him good. I’m
getting better riding Babe to the barn, and he knew it. When I’m
do something which starts him up the hill, I can see him start to
drool out the corners of his mouth, and I know I’m getting to him.
Relief is only a short ride away. I kept up the same stroke,
the same speed, same rhythm, and I knew, at any minute, Babe was
going to bolt for the barn. It didn’t take me long that morning
and I had my prize unloaded way up my butt. I kept milking him for
sometime until Billy walked into the room with coffee for us.
He watched as I pulled off the Dungeon Master. “My, don’t he feel
good way up in you like that, Little Brother?” he asked.
“I’ll say, he just gave me something to remember him by the rest
of the day. Now, he’ll plug my ass to make sure it stays in
there,” I said.
I no sooner got that out than he snapped his fingers for me to hit
the position. Billy watched as the Dungeon Master plugged my butt
for the day. Then he ordered me to the shower again to scrub his
back; a job I took great delight in. His back grew massive from
our workouts. It was like scrubbing a block wall. We finished
cleaning and Billy hollered into the bath for us to come to the
big house for breakfast, coffee, and rolls, or whatever we wanted.
General Oscar was encamped in the kitchen and was feeding the
troops. We went to the main house. I was amazed at how it rambled
on and on. Two stories of rambling. It was huge. It boasted six
bedrooms each with their own bath. Four upstairs and a large
family room and two main bedrooms downstairs with a master bath
and a half bath off the main bedroom as well.
I nicknamed it ‘La Motel 6' but it was much more than a motel.
There were touches here and there which made it a unique home.
They only used the downstairs portion of the house, so the
upstairs was devoted to guests. The large family room off the long
hallway was converted to an old fashioned cowboy style bunk room,
complete with ropes, old boots, chaps and spurs on the wall,
photos of old cowboys, platted rugs, an old rocking chair,
lanterns, and spittoons. It was well done with about eight double
bunk beds in case single members of the family wanted to say over,
there would be room for all. The whole house was well thought out
and comfortable. Master Bert obviously had money. He never
flaunted it, but he was comfortable.
Many in the family were never as wealthy as others, but if you
were in the family you were welcome. The wealthier men were
generous to a fault and when it came their turn to entertain they
did it right. If they were visiting the less fortunate members of
the family they brought enough for everyone to enjoy. They were
not selfish men. That weekend Master Earl was due to arrive before
noon. Two family members I only heard about but never met were
Sarge and Titus. Sarge was an ex-Marine DI and Titus was his
slave. They arrived on matched Harley’s around ten that morning to
have brunch and spend the weekend. It was always left open at
Master Bert’s and Oscar’s. You were always welcome to stay, there
was plenty of room. They loved having company. Oscar was a Four
Star General in the kitchen and loved it.
Billy and Oscar talked about Titus being another natural slave.
Sarge, who didn’t like to be called master, just Sarge, let his
slave keep his genitals. According to Billy and Oscar, Titus has a
sizable member as well as Sarge. There was a slight difference in
their master/slave relationship. Titus's master loved to get
fucked. He bought Titus because of his enormous cock, and he
regularly ordered his slave to service him. Titus was a true
slave. Not necessarily passive or aggressive. It took him a while
to adjust to his big, powerfully demanding master who purchased
him. Titus soon got in line with the drill as Sarge was not a man
to be fucked with. No pun intended. Sarge could be one, mean-ass,
Hell-on-wheels disciplinarian.
Sarge enjoyed his time in the saddle as well, but every now and
then he would snap his fingers and Titus damn well better perform
like an Olympic marathon fucker or there were serious
consequences. Sarge was not shy about his taste and endlessly gave
Hell to the other master’s about their pseudo-macho attitudes and
how they missed out on some of the best sex they could have.
“Just because I have my slave fuck the shit out of me don’t make
me his woman. I’m a man having unusual sex with another man. My
slave is for my pleasure, not his,” he would rant. No man could be
more convincing than Sarge. As I began to know Titus I began to
realize underneath the calm, stoic facade was a man who truly
became conditioned to fucking his huge ex-Marine D.I. master and
loved it. He also loved getting fucked by his master and gave as
good as he got.
He worshiped Sarge, and although Sarge would never show outward
signs of affection in public, you could tell he was deeply in love
with and proud of his well trained slave. Sarge would go on
endlessly about how well he trained Titus to fuck him just the way
he liked and needed. There wasn’t a better fuck than his slave,
although there were different fucks to be appreciated. I liked
Sarge and his outrageous, unorthodox, outlook on man sex. He shook
up all the norms.
Titus, like most slaves in the family, was never allowed to wear
clothes in private, and ran around Bert and Oscar’s with his big
dong neatly strapped up against his belly in a heavy leather belt
contraption designed by his master for that purpose. Sarge didn’t
like to see his slave’s penis accidentally banging into people and
simply solved the problem by keeping it strapped to this
belt. It was like it was always at attention. Sarge liked it
that way and that’s the way Titus wore it. He never questioned his
master. Plus, he wore a butt plug bigger than mine.
Titus was never allowed to touch his plug. If he had to void, he
spoke to his master privately and together they took care of his
needs. Sarge would remove his plug then afterward, immediately
return it to Titus’ ass. Titus told me in ten years of being
together his plug was never out of his ass except for brief
periods of illness or hospitalization. Of course his master would
remove it so he or a friend might use him. He said he never even
thought of it being there anymore. It became a part of his body.
He couldn’t imagine a life without it. Titus said if anything
happened to Sarge he would wear it ‘til the day he died.
Even though he didn’t care to be called master, Sarge was a
stickler for master/slave protocol. He expected every slave
present to present himself to him for ritual greeting and
inspection. If they wore a plug like I did, he double checked it
to make sure it was seated to his satisfaction. He thought nothing
of popping it out and re-plugging a slave to suit himself. He was
brusque, loud, obstinate, demanding, opinionated, intelligent,
full of wicked fun, and played with his slave endlessly. He
constantly had Titus within reach. Titus would have to sit next to
him at pool side and hold his ashtray as he smoked his big cigars.
Titus didn’t mind. It was his job to do anything to please his
master, and he took being Sarge’s slave very seriously. He had no
other choice, but still he served his master with dignity and
pride.
Titus was also one Hell of a good looking man. Sarge was Sarge. A
military face chiseled out of granite with a jaw which would rival
a Bull Dog’s and the most disconcerting emerald green eyes you
ever saw. His eyes didn’t match the rest of him. It gave him a
touch – just a touch, mind you – of pretty. Just
enough to counter the rough, romp’em, stomp’em, ex-Marine
hard-nosed D.I. attitude. James Brolin could have been his
brother; complete with silver grey flat top. He and his slave rode
matching Harleys. His slave looked like a younger version of him.
Complete with flat top, of course, with high side walls.
As I got to know Sarge, which wasn’t easy, I found he gave equal
time to the slaves present as he did masters and was not beyond
asking a master who owned a slave with a big dick to loan or trade
slaves to get fucked by the slave. And the poor slave better damn
well perform. On occasion he would allow another master to fuck
him. He truly had no sexual hang ups about role playing.
Master/slave was different. That was not about sex so much as it
was control. He demanded complete control of his slave in all
things and Titus knew better than to ever challenged him.
Sarge made no bones about the kind of man he wanted in his ass. He
had to be big everywhere, hung like a Shetland pony, and know how
fuck another man. He put his fine Marine ass up to pleasure Big
Jim many times. The Dungeon Master said he was a Hell of a fuck
and he certainly wasn’t lazy. The Dungeon Master swore on his
mother's grave, many a slave could take lessons from old Sarge. He
knew how to ride a man’s cock and make him feel like a man while
he was doing it; however, Big Jim added, you never forgot you were
fucking a very powerful man. On the other hand, you knew you had a
man on your cock who would ride you down to your last stroke to
get you off and then shamelessly goad you for more.
Sarge got tears in his eyes when he spoke of Master Jeb and would
say, “Now there’s a man who knows how another man should be
fucked,” he would say with reverence. I had to agree with him.
Sarge loved to get fucked by Big Beryl and called him the mother
of all daddy fucks. He would request audiences to watch Big Beryl
fuck him. He expected any master who wanted to fuck him to take
him like a slave or he would climb off their cocks and walk away
in disgust. To take him like a slave was to take him like a man
was suppose to be taken. None of this
namby-pamby-just-ease-it-in-so’s-I-don’t-hurt-you-none-bullshit!
Sarge wanted a man like his beer, with a big head and gusto. He
would give slaves lessons on how to pleasure a man with his ass
while in the sling getting the b’jesus fucked out of him. Then he
would turn around and get the slave on his cock to see if he
learned anything.
He was not beyond having Billy or Oscar strap on one of their
master's biggest rubber husbands to give him a ride. They both
knew better than not to give him the best ride they could. He was
so outrageous you either hated him or you loved him completely.
There were no gray areas with Sarge. Most everyone in the family
loved him, especially the masters and slaves with big dick’s who
loved to fuck a man’s ass. Sarge was the most uptight,
intimidating, sometimes foul mouthed, uninhibited man in the
family. A dichotomy? His picture was in the dictionary under the
word.
Come to find out my master and he were big friends and Sarge rode
my Cadillac many times. He agreed that my name for the way Master
Earl fucked was exactly fitting. I won his heart with that
description. Sarge jokingly began to refer to Master Earl as ‘El
Dorado.’ I thought it was funny. Master Earl did, too. It
seemed strange comparing notes with a master on the finer points
of your master’s fucking techniques; strange, but somehow
wonderfully bonding.
The Dungeon Master’s other-worldly ejaculations we discussed at
length. It ripped Sarge a new ass hole the first time he
experienced it. He insisted Big Jim fuck his slave so he could
watch what happened. Sarge became so fascinated with that part of
the Dungeon Master he said he had to be fucked by him at least
twice a year. He listened, and was absorbed by my theory of an
animal spirit which I imagined lives parallel with Master Jim
entering his body for only moments to gain release and then
retreat. He thought for a while and pondered while sucking on his
big stogie. “Hell, Son, it’s the only explanation I’ve heard what
makes a lick a' sense. Unless you’re ride’n his cock, you can’t
know the difference which comes over him what’s communicated all
the way from his body, through his penis to your soul; something
or someone else has momentarily taken possession of his body for a
completely separate and total orgasm.”
I told him about Wes, whom he knew well, entering my body to
experience his master fucking me. I though Sarge was going
to come unglued at the hinges with further interest. He pulled
Master Earl into the conversation as well as Big Beryl, Blaine,
and Chief who all witnessed it. “Damnation, that’s something I’ve
always dreamed about. To have another entity or soul inside my
body share the ecstasy and feeling of a hot man who knows how to
fuck another man. A man who gives what he can, as he takes what he
needs. There’s nothing like it. Master Earl your new slave-to-be
is not only a fine looking young man, he’s intelligent,
articulate, and well met. After you train him, he’ll be a credit
to you, sir,” he declared.
“Thank you, Sarge. Coming from you, that’s the ultimate compliment
a slave could get. He has a way of growing on you,” Master Earl
replied.
“Do you think he could grow IN me, sometime?” Sarge asked with a
raised eyebrow and wry smile on his lips.
“I’d be willing and ready to bet my bottom dollar he could give
you a memorable fuck, Sarge. One you wouldn't walk away from with
a yawn,” Master Earl said with conviction.
“Well, you’re welcome to invite your friends to watch if you care
to stud him out for an hour or so,” Sarge negotiated.
“I think it could be arranged, Sarge. Since he ain’t officially my
slave, I’ll have to get approval from our Dungeon Master. How
'bout later this evening?” Master Earl asked.
“Fine with me. You may have my slave to use or gather some friends
to watch your slave perform if you prefer. If he’s not used to
fucking I may have to stop him and give him a few pointers.”
“Your knowledge and experience would be greatly appreciated by
him, Sarge, I can assure. Your knowledge and experience can only
enhance his talents he brings to his master. He learns quickly for
a slave,” my master bragged.
I was getting erect hearing two men talk about me like I was a
piece of meat to be passed around and taken a bite out of, or a
stud race horse they were talking about breeding. I was beginning
to feel like a real slave. It was wonderful. The thought of
fucking that tight-assed, mature, U.S. Grade A, prime beef, ex-GI
Marine drill Sargent, made old swinger stand at attention and
salute. Now, if I could only find a flag to wave I could fuck him
for old glory.
* * * * * * *
Part III ~ Under The Big Top
Isn’t it rich, isn’t it queer,
me on the ground, you in mid air,
send in the clowns, there ought to be clowns
don’t bother, they’re here.
Stephen Sondhiem
Master Earl set a time after dinner. He didn’t take the liberty of
doing it without first checking with the Dungeon Master and Master
Bert who officially owned me for the weekend. They both gave their
blessing. They wanted to see what the kid had in him, as they put
it. My performance was scheduled for eight o’clock. Was I
concerned? Not in the least. I established a beach head with Sarge
and even though I was a slave, I knew he respected me. I certainly
respected him. Titus was stoic but was not beyond getting off by
himself to share with the new kid what he was up against. He
gave me some excellent tips about his master’s buttons to push and
when. He wanted me to impress his master as well as pleasure him.
Titus was no dummy. He was careful not to appear to be betraying
his master’s secrets. He also had a droll wicked sense of humor.
He couldn't live so many years with a man like Sarge and not have
developed a well defined funny bone. Beyond that, he liked me and
didn’t make any bones about telling me. He wasn’t fawning or
placating. He simply told me he admired me, and he thought I might
make an exceptional slave. I told him coming from him, I
considered his words a compliment. I was in the dungeon with
Master Earl. He was more concerned for me than I was. The
Dungeon Master was in my corner as well giving me last minute
tips. You would think I was going into the ring with George
Foreman instead of simply throwing a good fuck into a master. I
knew my abilities, they didn’t.
Sarge came into the dungeon with just his chaps and high boots. He
didn’t need anything on his rock solid top. He had a massive, hard
body he kept that way from constant exercise. Sarge had a great
ass which made my dick stand up and take notice immediately. He
swaggered and strutted around the dungeon stomping his big boots
to let everyone know a man, a master, was in the dungeon. He was
totally convincing but just this side of becoming a parody of
masculinity. He was chomping and smoking his huge cigar as he
walked up to look me up and down like a new recruit and blew smoke
in my face. I loved him immediately. He had cajonnes. I would walk
a mile to lick his boots or his balls.
He climbed into the sling and was pleased he attracted a crowd of
about fifteen to twenty men to watch the new kid fuck him. He made
himself comfortable, chomped down hard on his big cigar and looked
over at me. "Okay, Kid, let’s see what chu' got,” he challenged.
“I walked over to him and spit in the palm of my hand and started
lubricating my cock with spit only. (A tip from his mate.) I stood
and let him anticipate my next move and enjoy seeing old swinger,
straight eight, get hard. My diameter of my penis is
proportionally larger than most mens and it can be pretty
impressive when totally engorged. It was getting there just
looking at Sarge’s little rosebud. He kept squeezing it as if he
were making it wink at me, and I smiled. He didn’t say anything to
me so I took a jab,
“From where I’m standing, Sarge, that little hole looks hungry for
some new cock. May I have your permission to make a little love to
the master’s hole I’m about to fuck, so's I can get some of my
spit on it?”
“You got my permission, Slave. You should always pay homage to a
master’s hole if he’s giving you the honor and privilege of fuck’n
him. Get on it, boy!” he commanded.
I knelt in front off the sling and his hole was just at the right
height for me to make love to. I rimmed him good and was kissing
his hole like a lovers mouth. He was responding in kind kissing me
back with his hole. He reached down with his hands to the cheeks
of his butt and pulled them wide apart so I could get my best shot
at him. I was really getting into eating him and trying to get my
tongue as far inside him as I could. I positioned my thumbs on
either side of his sphincter, plunged them both into his hole. I
used them like a speculum and shoved my tongue as deep as I could
into his inner sanctum and worked it furiously to clean and
further lubricate his hole. There was a lot of heavy breathing
from the men around me, and some were quietly urging me on to eat
Sarge’s ass good. Finally, I knew when I got enough of my saliva
on him to wet him a bit and knew he felt it, too. “That’s good,
slave! Let’s have it, boy. Show me what you got,” he commanded.
I placed the head at his hole and pushed just enough to lock it in
for penetration. I reached over him to the chains above his head,
leaned into him and was in to the hilt with my low hangers
slapping against his ass. He sucked in air and slowly let it out
as I could feel his hole arguing with my cock, but I was in and
planned to stay there. I pulled on the chains to prove my point.
He was not going to wiggle off my cock. His ass stopped its spasms
and I took a couple of small strokes.
“There, that’s better, Sarge. Now, let’s get to work. Let's git
chu' fucked,” I challenged him.
And, work he did. He met every thrust I made. He was truly an
excellent fuck, and he knew it. He was going to give his best and
he wanted, no, he demanded the very best, from his partner. I
remembered the Dungeon Master’s techniques of fucking me slow and
deep for a considerable period of time until I was going up the
wall. I would end up begging him to fuck me harder. I was going to
use my master's technique to break Sarge that way. And, if I
could, I knew I could take him anywhere I wanted, and he would
willingly follow like a big bellowing bull with a ring through his
nose. I continued my deep methodical stroking. At first, I didn’t
think it was having much effect on old Sarge until he took a deep
breath, handed his slave his still lit cigar, closed his eyes and
lay his head back to get more comfortable. I was getting there. My
plan was having its desired affect. I kept it up, relentlessly,
stroke after stroke, until I began to feel his body start to
shudder with almost every stroke.
Still, I kept on, knowing he was close to breaking. Finally, I
felt his hands on my shoulders clamped down hard, looked me
straight in the eye and spoke, “I need what I know you got in you,
Slave-boy, and I need it bad! I don't find it too often, but when
I do, I ain't ashamed to tell any man or slave I won't let him out
of my ass until he gives me what I need. I can sense it in any man
after he’s fucked me for a while. Give it to me – now! Fuck this
old man's ass like I believe you can. You can’t hurt me none, so
put it in gear and slam the peddle to the metal until you let it
all out.
Now’s your chance for glory, Son, take it. There ain’t a stroke
you can throw in me I can’t match you,” he bragged.
He not only was challenging me he was demanding me to fuck him
righteously. That’s all I needed. I started to fuck him
every which way from Sunday. He never missed meeting a stroke, and
I began to worry about me getting off before I got him there. I
was working hard and so was he as the audience gathered closer to
smell, feel, and enjoy the two male animals in rut.
I slowly increased my strength and length of hard strokes
remembering my Cadillac. He was slamming his ass down as hard on
my cock as I was into him. All of a sudden, he raised up out of
the sling, I threw my arms under and around him. I held him in
that position while pounding his ass really hard. His head rolled
back, his eyes closed, and he moaned a deep guttural groan. I knew
I had him as his ass started chewing on my cock. If he
couldn’t get away from it, he was going to bite it off. He shot
six feet in the air to applause and whistles from the audience.
“You’ve got more in there, you ornery, old, foul-mouthed son of a
bitch. Don't chu' cheat me none! Your honor is at stake! You
wanted it, you asked for it, I’m damn sure gonna’ take it away
from you. You wanted to play pussy for this slave-boy, then do it
all the way cunt face!,” I growled at him. (Another good tip from
his wonderful slave: talk dirty and be disrespectful to him when
he got near and helpless to do anything but come. He’ll shoot
ever' damn time, Titus told me.) Sarge looked at me like he
could kill me, but still hung on to my neck like it was his only
lifeline. The look faded into glassy eyes and a lopsided smile as
he watched himself shoot twice more; once in my face and once in
his.
He grabbed me tighter around the neck and yelled,“Get yours
man-slave! You worked for it, Goddamn it! You sure as Hell deserve
to empty those sweet slave balls into this old man’s ass.
Come on, boy, show me what you got! Fill me up, you wild ass
man-fucker! ‘At’s right, Slave, I can feel you gettin’ closer.
You’re get’n there. Harder, Son! Come on, Son! Don't let me down,
boy! Fuck Sarge harder! Goddamn it! Harder, boy! 'At’s it, Son!
Don’t let me down, Slave. 'At’s it! I feel it. Yeah! That slaves
gonna’ empty into old Sarge. Oh, Sweet Jesus, I can feel those big
slave-balls starting to fill me up, Son. Hot Damn, Slave! Take
your master’s ass and make it your own, Son. Fill that son of a
bitch’n, mother fucker up, boy! Empty those big balls into your
master’s ass, Son! Get it!” he yelled.
He didn’t have to ask again, as I unloaded a big one deep in his
ass. I withdrew almost to the head and sunk one hard and deep. I
unloaded my second volley. I repeated that stroke one more time to
his insistence and dumped the third shot into him. As Sarge felt
my flow inside of him, he got wide eyed, leaned way back in my
arms and shot again a foot into the air. I kept slamming full
lengths into him every few second to get the rest out, and he was
yelling encouragement to me.
“One more good, hard one, Slave! Oh! God! Yeah! Drain that
man-cock of yours in my ass, Son! Gimme’ another, Slave! Oh,
yeah! I can feel it emptying more in there. That’s hot, Slave!
Come on, Son! One more good hard one. Go for it, kid!” he yelled.
The audience was getting into it and urging me on like a Greek
chorus from Stravinsky’s Oedipus Rex. “Give it to him, Slave! He
wants it bad. The man’s begging you for it, Slave. He needs what
you got! You don’t dare cheat a master, Son. Fuck his ass harder.
Hard, Son. You can fuck him harder’n ‘nat, slave. Make him bounce
off your dick, Son. Slam it into the man, he wants it hard. He
ain’t a fucking pussy-boy, he’s a man. He’s a master. You ain’t
gonna’ break him. Give him all you got. Made the son of a bitch’s
eye balls spin in opposite directions.”
Then I saw money changing hands. Some of them made bets I couldn’t
get him off. They lost. The big winners? Beryl, Blaine, Master
Earl, the Dungeon Master ($600), Billy and Chief. Master Bert and
Oscar didn’t think they should take sides being host. Big Beryl
loved on me and pawed me all evening calling me his little
moneymaker. Master Earl won $400 and Chief won $200. They didn’t
offer me a cent.
Still holding him up, out of the sling, I moved Sarge away, free
from the sling. His arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, and
he kept milking my dick with his ass to get more of my load out.
He did. I felt a small squirt coming out. He smiled at me
wickedly. He felt it, too. A second, then finally a third. He
pulled himself in close to my chest, and I could smell his strong,
wonderful cigar breath as he kissed me hard, working his big
tongue into my mouth to open it up to him. He wanted my lovin’
like he wanted my fucking – man sized. He impressed the shit out
of me. Now he was thanking his slave for doing a good job.
He whispered in my ear, “I’m bidding on you, Slave.” Then he
laughed gently. “Don’t let me go yet, Slave. This is too good.
Share your glory with me for a minute longer,” he said
tenderly. Everyone gathered around and was patting him on
the back and the same with me. His legs were locked in a death
grip around my waist as he bounced a couple of times on my cock. I
met each bounce with thrusts of my own. He shot the last out of
his dick and collapsed with his big head on my chest. “Earl, you
ever cut this slave, I will take it as a personal offense against
me and kick your fuck’n ass,” he said laughing, knowing Master
Earl knew him well enough to know he was kidding. “Okay, okay,
credit where credit is due, Gentlemen. You got me, Kid, and you
got me damn good. Only my slave can fuck me better,” he allowed.
“Thank you, Sarge,” I said with humility.
He found my mouth again and we kissed a kiss that made everyone
start a nervous giggle and then finally applaud. He was one hot
motherfucker, and I would grace his ass anytime his slave wanted a
holiday. I knew now, how I had to perfect my fucking technique
with my ass, and I whispered to him if he would consider giving me
a few lessons. “With your good master’s permission I’d be happy
to, Son,” he replied and he meant it. So did I.
I asked Master Earl’s permission later and he jumped at the
chance. “Shit, slave, I know how fast you learn. A couple of
sessions with him, and I know what kind of fuck you’ll be. You
have my enthusiastic permission. Just be sure and ask your current
owner, the Dungeon Master for his permission,” he said. I asked
Master Jim and he was all for it. I requested one on one. I wanted
to learn from a master, I didn’t want to perform again.
I told Sarge in just those words and the old hard nose son of a
bitch got tears in his eyes. “So few men really want to learn how
to please another man, Son, I’ll work with you as long as you
need, until you’re satisfied you’re the best you can be,” he said.
Then he kissed me again and I melted. I had no idea he could be so
tender or generous with his affection. Titus told me later he
wasn’t, but he couldn’t stop talking about me. He was fascinated
with me.
“You should be proud, Beau. You captured a part of him; his
imagination. I’m the only other person who has ever gotten him off
without him manipulating his cock with his hand. I could see about
halfway through you had him in the palm of your hand, and he was
locked in tight. Made myself $300 bucks on you kid,” he laughed
and put his arm around my shoulder.
“I couldn’t have done it, Friend, if it wasn’t for your tips.
Thanks,” I said and gave Titus a big hug and a pat on his back.
“That’s our trust, Beau,” he said quietly.
“It will forever be our trust, Titus,” I agreed and we sealed our
trust with a good brotherly slave kiss.
“Fuck me sometime, Beau?” he asked without nuance.
“Only if you promise to return the favor,” I replied. We
laughed, knowing the answer to both those questions. We would love
to get into each others ass. I knew what kind of fuck he was
trained to be, and I wanted it. I knew I could learn from Titus.
There was some drinking done that night. Master Bert and Oscar
held an open bar with two handsome young cowboys hired from the
local gay bar bartenders, Bob Ducey and his rodeo partner Ty
Wallace. Most of the family were moderate drinkers, but something
was in the air. It was like a celebration for the Sarge and Beau
encounter. There really was no winner because both of us were
winners. He got what he wanted, and I did what I was ordered to do
to please my masters, and they seemed very pleased. Sarge and
Titus couldn’t keep their hands off me. I loved their attention.
The more he drank the more Sarge sung my praises. He got tears in
his eyes and confided to anyone who had not already heard, “You
know what? The kid begged me to give him lessons. Now, is that a
good slave or what? He recognizes talent when he sees it. He’s a
good slave. That damn Earl D. Shaw is one Hell of a lucky
man. Hey Earl! Do you know how lucky you are?” he asked.
Wasn’t long before every person there was in the raw. The two
bartenders couldn’t hold back and joined in by shucking their
clothes. They couldn’t believe the good looking men at the party
and inquired about membership to the family. Both joined later.
That night I had another dream come true. Master Earl invited the
Dungeon Master to stay in our bedroom with us as the other single
bedrooms were filled, and an extra one was needed. I rode my
master first and then rode Babe to the barn. I had two hot loads
in my ass from the two men I loved most in the world. I requested
my plug. I didn’t want to lose a drop.
I awoke in the middle of the night with two big arms thrown over
me; one from each side. How lucky could a slave be? I was so
fortunate these two men whom I loved held no jealousy for each
other. On the contrary, they were growing to love and respect each
other. They reveled in their mutual interest in me. Unbeknown to
me they began to compare and plan my future together. They formed
a partnership. I didn’t know it at the time, but they cleared the
way for a wonderful relationship between the three of us. Besides
that, between the two of them, they made a thousand dollars off
me.
* * * * * * *
Part III ~ Gentle On My Mind
It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be
cursing
Nor forgiving when I walk along some railroad
track and find
That you’re moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem’ry
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind
John Hartford
There were more than few hangovers the next morning. Sarge crawled
up into my arms, and lay his head on my chest in the warm morning
sun. Titus smiled as he lay down in the lounge next to us and set
three Bloody Mary’s on the small table between us. I started
lightly rubbing Sarge’s temples as he groaned. He became quiet
after a few minutes as I continued to rub his temples. It was
working. “Sarge, with all sincerity, I really enjoyed our session
last night. When you feel up to it, I’d love to take the same ride
on your cock,” I gently told him.
“Oh, Son, you will. I have it on good authority you will take
lessons from me,” he assured me.
“There is a God,” I said with a sigh. I looked toward heaven, and
they both broke up.
“Oh, shit,” Sarge grabbed his head from laughing, “You made me
laugh to be mean, Slave,” he accused.
“Then you must punish me, Master,” I said.
“No, my head hurts too bad. My good buddy will be here this
morning, with his slave, and he will administer punishment. He’s a
master with a whip. Best I ever seen. The heart of a lion, the
hands of a common man, and the soul of a poet,” Sarge said firmly.
“I know Master Zack well,” I told him. Sarge bolted upright and
looked at his slave. I rolled over to show them my ass.
“That’s Zack’s work! I’d recognize it anywhere,” Sarge said softly
to Titus with awe as he took a sip of his drink. No sooner had he
said that than a small brown body wearing a gold medallion came
running as fast as his legs would carry him around the corner of
the house yelling, “Beau, Beau, Beau,” and jumped into my arms to
hug and kiss me. Button and Master Zack arrived for the day.
“You know this slave, Button?” Sarge asked.
“Beau’s my big brother, Sarge. Look, he gimme’ this magic
medallion to protect me from bad things. Ain’t it beautiful?”
Button asked with pride.
Sarge started laughing and so did Titus. He knew his joke
backfired on him. Master Zack came around the corner and came
directly to me. I fell to my knees, paid homage to his boots, and
quickly found his hand. I completed the ritual as he grabbed me
up, hugged, and kissed me hard. “Damn! We just saw each
other last weekend, but we both were crazy to get over here today
to see Button’s big bro and my good slave," he said. Sproing! We
started laughing at my erection and Button joined us. “Turn
around. Lemme’ see, Slave,” Master Zack ordered. I turned for him.
“Not bad, not bad a’ tall. Could use a touch up back there,” he
allowed.
“Speak to the Dungeon Master, sir, I’ll gladly be your practice
slave,” I said and smiled at him. He laughed and kissed me again.
“Did you hear that, Titus?” interrupted Sarge, “My best buddy in
the world and this slave just ask him to be his practice slave for
his whip. Am I missing something here?” Sarge asked.
“Gentlemen, how are you?” Master Zack spoke to Sarge and Titus.
Titus hit his knees and went through the ritual greeting with
Master Zack. Button did the same with Sarge. I was surprised at
how gentle and loving Sarge was with Button. The gruff old phony.
He had a heart after all. He was putty in Button’s hands. He
obviously loved Button very much. He spent a lot of time listening
and talking with him even though his head was splitting.
“Damn, Button, your master looks hot today. I hope you took good
care of him this morning,” I said kidding Button.
“We got up late, and I didn’t have time. I wanted to. Maybe the
Dungeon Master would let you pleasure him later, Beau. If you
would, I’d appreciate it,” he said almost pleading.
“Do you wanna’ watch, Button?” I asked.
“Not this time, Beau. When you come to our place, I will. He just
needs to be pleasured and giving some comfort by a good slave, and
I know he’d appreciate you doing it. I would, too, Big Bro. I’m
not a very good slave to him, but he puts up with me. I love him,
but I just don’t know how to please him like he needs. Sarge is
giving me lessons. I’m getting better; right Sarge?” he asked
Sarge for support.
“Yes, yes, you are, Button. You’re doing fine. You’re coming
along,” Sarge agreed.
Later I found my master and the Dungeon Master at a picnic table
with a drink in their hands talking. They had their heads together
in deep conversation all morning. That’s when I began to have
ideas they were working together. “May I join you, Masters?” I
asked.
“Sure, Son, sit down. Any slave who makes us a thousand bucks
deserves to sit with us,” the Dungeon Master said and laughed.
Master Earl agreed.
“I have something rather delicate to ask of you,” I said.
“You want our blessing to sneak off and comfort Master Zack?”
Master Earl asked and smiled.
“Uh, yes, sirs,” I said sheepishly.
“We been expecting it for sometime. He’s becoming part of ‘our’
family, ain’t he?” Master Earl asked.
“Uh...” I didn’t know what to say.
“You couldn’t have chosen a finer man, Beau. You picked the cream
of the crop. You have both our approval and our blessings; right,
Dungeon Master? Master Earl asked his partner.
“I agree. Your masters have spoken, Slave,” the Dungeon Master
said rubber stamping his final approval.
“Now, we know old Sarge is strange, but he knows what he’s doing
in the fuck department so we decided you should take lessons from
him. Button’s taking lessons from him, and Zack says he’s improved
a lot. Imagine what that old blow hard might do for you. By the
way, he bet against himself and won $300 bucks off you,” Master
Earl said. The Dungeon Master and Master Earl fell all over each
other laughing.
“Look, Kid, you have both our blessing to let Zack have anything
he needs from you, and we already cleared it with Master Bert,
your master for the weekend. We know you won’t disappoint him or
us. Remember your performance is a reflection on us because you’re
our personal property. He don’t get a lot from his slave,
but he’s totally devoted to Button and loves him. Zack would never
hurt him, but he needs a little TLC from a real slave. He needs to
feel like a master again. We know you can do it for him. Go
for it. If we miss you we’ll know where to find you. You won’t be
bothered. Take your time with him, and give him some fine slave
love’n,” Master Jim said.
I hugged and kissed them both. They were big men. That morning
after brunch I was sitting alone with Master Zack at the table.
Button was in the pool playing with Chief, Billy, and Sarge. “I’m
really looking forward to you coming to our place, Slave. Your
talking about serving me has made my dick drool for a week. I have
to keep paper towels in my Wranglers or leathers to keep from
soiling them,” he said with a grin.
“Master Zack,” I reached over and gently placed my hand on top of
his, “We don’t have to wait ‘til then. I got permission from your
slave and orders from my two masters to give you anything you need
this afternoon. They even cleared it with my master for the
weekend, Master Bert,” I said. He looked me in the eyes and his
started to water. A few drops fell as he put his other hand on top
of mine.
“I know you wouldn’t kid me, Beau, because you have too big a
heart, so I’ll trust what you tell me to be true. It’s so like you
to be thoughtful and remove all obstacles for someone you feel
needs your help. I can’t tell you how much I love you for this,
and how much I need some time with a good slave. I don’t mean
Button ain’t...”
“Shuuu, my good Master, you don’t need to say it. What time would
you like to sneak away to the apartments or the dungeon.”
“Can we use one of the bedrooms. I think the dungeon might get
crowed, and to be honest, I’m so hungry, I don’t wanna’ share you
with another soul,” he said with a deep need in his voice.
“Sure, Master Zack. We can use the bedroom my masters and I used
last night,” I said.
“You go ahead and do whatever you need to. I’ll bring us a couple
of beers in some ice. I’ll tell Button not to look for me for a
while. That way, we can spend a little more time together. I’ll
drink a beer or two before I come up for you, Slave. You can have
‘em after I get through with ‘em. You want the honor of taking
your Whip Master’s recycled beer, Slave?” he asked.
Sproing! My cock was instantly hard again. “Yes, sir, Whip Master.
All you see fit to honor me with, sir. I’m really thirsty, sir,
it’s a warm day,” I assured him.
“That’s what I like to hear, Slave. No fresh beer for you then.
I’ll have all you need in my belly; right, slave?” he asked with a
grin.
Sproing! “Hell, yes, sir,” I replied with enthusiasm.
“I’ll be up there in about an hour. You be ready,” he ordered.
Zack stood and I came around the table and knelt at his feet. I
lovingly kissed and cleaned his boots. I found his hand and kissed
it licking the back, put it slowly to my forehead. “Com’mer
slave,” Zack commanded. I jumped into Master Zack’s powerful arms
and kissed him with all the love I could pass to him. He melted
and knew I was ready for him no matter what he required of me.
“Go on, Slave, and I’ll be there soon. I love you, Beau,” he said.
“You know I feel the same, Master Zack. You were right. That
afternoon bonded us. I am your slave, Whip Master,” I said,
turned, and went to the apartments.
I had plenty of time to get ready and clean myself. I even pulled
on my boots, chaps, and leather vest to await Master Zack. He
didn’t take an hour to get their. He was hungry for some slave
butt. That was a good sign. I went to the door, ushered him
in, shut the door, and locked it behind us. He was carrying
a small cooler with a six-pack of beer inside. He also brought a
couple of sodas if I wanted something different.
He looked at me in my leathers and smiled a lecherous grin that
must have been the same look the wolf gave Little Red Riding Hood
the first time he saw her. He snapped his fingers at me, and I
fell to my knees. He got me hard immediately. I not only kissed
his boots, I cleaned those suckers the best I could. I raised his
pant legs to clean everything. He seemed to enjoy the homage and
respect I felt was due him. I would have continued but found his
hand waiting. I kissed and licked it, too. Then placed it to
my forehead. “Rise, my good slave, and show your master your
love,” he ordered. I was so hungry for him I gave him a kiss to
set his hair on fire. He returned it in kind. Zack was a man
of considerable passion.
“I was approached by your masters on the way. I spoke and
acknowledged them. They stopped me and asked where I was going
with a cooler of beer and could they come, too? What could I
say? My heart sank to my boots. We took about four steps,
and I felt a big hand on my shoulder. Big Jim spun me around and
pulled me to him. He hugged me real big and so did Master Earl.
Then they laughed together. “We know where you’re going, we’re
just giving you a bad time. Go with our blessing and tear off a
piece for us,” the Dungeon Master said. Master Zack started
tearing up a bit. I held him tight “They’re really fine men and
good friends to share you like this. I owe them a lot,” Zack said.
“Well, now, Master, won’t that depend on how good I am as a slave
for you, and how well I serve and pleasure you, sir?” I asked.
“I suppose,” he said smiling at me knowing I was coming up with
some shit.
“Then let’s not waist a minute of your time. I’m yours to command,
for as long as you can stand me this afternoon,” I said.
He hugged me again and ordered me to help him off with his boots
and leathers. He sat on the bed, and I raised one of his boots
between my legs. He pushed on my ass with his other boot and it
slipped off. I stood and sniffed his boot for a minute before
setting it on the floor. Every master I ever met loves to see his
slave sniff his boots. It's an unspoke gesture of love and
bonding. I grabbed the other to help him off with it. He
gave me a minute to sniff that one, too. Damn, my old cock was
getting really hard. “You like to sniff a master’s boots, Slave?”
He asked seriously as I helped him off with his chaps.
“Yes, sir. Especially a master who I’ve developed a close bond
with like you, sir. It’s an instant hard on for me,” I said.
Master Zack laughed. “It’s normal, Slave. I wouldn’t want you any
other way. You can smell ‘em real good before you help me put ‘em
back on,” he said.
“Thank you, Master,” I replied.
I helped him undress, and he stood before me a chiseled God. He
was not overly muscular. He had a tough solid muscled frame, a
sinewy working man’s body. He didn't have an ounce of extra fat on
him. He was well proportioned with a good sized, but not huge
cock. Everything was in perfect proportion. “Now help me back on
with my chaps, Slave,” he ordered. I did. He turned to the bed and
pulled on his leather vest.
“Now my boots, Slave,” he commanded.
I set them in front of him, pulled each up to my face, and took a
long deep whiff or two of his good looking boots. He looked me in
the eye while I was doing it and winked at me acknowledging my
pleasure. I wedged it right in my crotch. He smiled to see where I
placed it. He slipped his foot in, pressed and then slipped it in.
We did the same with the second except this time he didn’t move
his boot away. He ordered me to move my hands behind me. I did,
and he pressed gently but firmly on my exposed cock and balls. He
pressed harder until he could see a grimace start on my face. Then
he let up. “Good, Slave, you trust me,” he said.
“God, yes, Master Zack. I’d trust you with my life,” I said. He
looked pleased.
“I have a sexual problem, Slave,” he said quietly.
“What’s that, Master?” I asked puzzled.
“I got a hair trigger. I had sex with you on the bike the other
day in the barn. I fucked you down your throat, and it was hot. I
went to the restroom, and whacked off before we left Beryl’s
place. If I didn’t, I’d shoot the minute I got it in your mouth.
I've lived with the problem all my life. The first time is rapid
fire. But the second time, well, that’s when you get some good sex
from me,” he said watching my reaction closely.
“That ain’t no problem, Master. I’ll suck you off for your first
load. If I’m around, please, my good Master, don’t ever jack off
again. Even if you plan to have sex with somebody else, if I'm
around, come knock on my door and allow me to take your first
load. What a horrible waste of a good master's cream what's filled
with male hormones which my body could be using to make my muscles
bigger. I’ll look forward to having your come early, then we can
get to the second load in no time. Did you get a chance to drink
any beer for me to chase it down?" I asked.
"I had one, but pop me another, and I'll drink it while you suck
me off, Slave,” he said.
I turned to him to show him old swinger standing straight up. He
started laughing again. “Master, when you call me ‘slave,’ you
make me feel like I’m your slave. I’m slave to three other men. I
accept I’m their slave. When they call me slave it don’t do the
same thing to me it does when you call me that. I don’t know what
it is. Can you help me with it?” I asked as I brought him a beer.
I ask if his slave might have a small sip of his.
“Of course, Slave. Help yourself,” he replied.
I got him some extra pillows to prop himself up for his blow job I
was about to give him.
“I don’t have an answer for you, Slave. Maybe it’s ‘cause I met
you as a slave and have always known you that way. To me, you are
a slave. I never dreamed one day I might have the beautiful slave
I met and lusted after at Beryl’s that night, alone, and calling
me master. I don’t think I gave you any overt signals I would have
given almost anything to see you kneeling at my boots,” Zack said.
“Maybe that’s exactly why I find you attractive, sir. You’ve
always been a gentleman with a strong presence but you ain't never
pushed. You never took advantage of my bonding with Button.
Perhaps your reserve and respect for me as a slave gave me room to
develop feelings for you, to say nothing about the fact you’re an
incredibly attractive man,” I said.
“Let’s not pick it to pieces, Slave. I’m comfortable with you
kneeling in front of me. You obviously find something in me which
rings your chimes. Let’s play with it. Serve me well. As my
temporary slave it’s your duty. No more talk about why. That’s an
order slave. Accept that I care for you and respect the fact
you’re two good master’s property. They’ve been generous enough to
let me use you for a while. I plan to do just that. Maybe the
cherry on top is we became master/slave friends and you know how I
feel about you. I also know we bonded much deeper in that barn. I
needed it. You needed it. We fell in love. Don’t
misunderstand. I ain’t suggesting I’m trying to move in on your
masters’ territory. I’m not afraid to love someone I know I can’t
have permanently. I’ll never let our love and friendship make me
lose sight of the fact I am a master, and you’re a slave.
Perhaps that’s your answer.”
“Thank you, sir, you’re a good master. I think you’ve answered my
question quite well. I won’t speak of it again. Please use me,
sir, as you see fit. I love you, too, Master Zack. May I began,
Master, your slave is so hungry to taste your handsome cock in his
mouth, may I began to make love to it, sir?” I asked.
“You have my permission, Slave.” I leaned over and gently kissed
the big head and ran my tongue down the shaft. I kissed every inch
of it. He held his cock up for me to clean, kiss underneath and
get to his low hanging fuzzy balls. He was much like my giant. He
had his own healthy, musky, male scent which was overpowering to
me. It was like a strong aphrodisiac and added fuel to my fire. I
licked and cleaned his balls for a good while and then return to
his cock. He was an experienced master. I could tell he knew how
to direct a slave with the slightest gesture.
“Now, you may have it, Slave,” he said quietly.
“Thank you, Master, it’ll be a treat to receive your come,” I
said.
I went down on him, got it all the way to the back of my throat,
pulled off to slide down it again, and he exploded in my mouth; a
good, heavy, thick load. It had the strong taste of his clean male
scent. I could taste the same odors and pheromones I smelled the
time before when his balls were resting on my eyes and his sack
was covering my nose. I held his deposit in my mouth for a while
to enjoy it. He smiled, knowing what I was doing and patted me on
the head.
“Some strong master cream to start you off right. That’s hot,
slave, to hold your master’s come in your mouth to taste it real
good. Look at my old dick,” he ordered. He was rock hard. I winked
at him and swallowed breathing in air to get the flavor of him in
my lungs. Damn, he had a good strong masculine flavor.
"Thank you Master Zack for giving me the honor of taking your
seed. I’m really proud to be serving a fine master like you,” I
said.
“You’d make any master feel like a king, Slave. I brought
something in my jacket over there just for you. I didn’t know
whether we’d get to play with it, but I brought it, just in case,
with you in mind. Why don’t you get it, and bring it over here to
me,” he commanded. I walked to his jacket, looked in the inside
pocket, and there was the neatest flogging whip. I put my head in
the jacket and retrieved his whip with my mouth. I got on my hands
and knees and crawled over to the bed where he was waiting with
outstretched hand. I dropped it into his hand as he patted me on
the head. “I can tell you’re pleased I brought my small whip,” he
said with a smile.
“You been reading my mail, Master?” I asked.
Master Zack laughed. “I know you like some of the things I do.
Now, let me stand up, here,” he said. He stood up. “I promised my
slave for the afternoon I’d honor him with some beer when I
finished with it. May help to get that load to your stomach, too.
So here it is, Slave,” he held his penis for me to drink from.
“May I take you, sir?” I asked.
“Permission granted, Slave,” he replied. I took him in my throat.
He was still semi-flaccid. I took a couple of strokes and slammed
it down my throat. My lips were pressed tight against his pubs
around his cock, and I was kissing his belly. “I’ve never had a
slave take me that far before. Your fucking lips are pressed to
the base of my cock. Damn, Slave, that’s hot,” he allowed.
I made myself comfortable and put my hands on his butt cheeks. I
squeezed the right one gently. He knew the signal and
instantly started his flow. He threw back his head, put his hands
on his hips, and spread his legs apart to enjoy filling me. He
moaned with relief and talked about how he dreamed of me taking
his piss that day in the barn and jacked off five or six times
thinking about it. “This should be a great honor for you,
Slave, to take my piss,” he said in his master’s voice. Once again
my dick was roaring hard. He was an experienced master and knew
how to talk the talk. “Do you want a little to taste, Slave?” he
asked.
I shook my head yes and pulled out to my mouth. He gave me a good
mouthful, and it tasted like near-beer. Not too bad. I could
develop a taste for near-beer, especially from him right out of
the tap. He gave me one more to taste and I slowly swallowed that.
“I know it’s a treat, Slave, to receive your master’s used beer,
but I don’t wanna’ fill you up too fast. We have a bit more
time. One more good mouthful then we’ll go on,” he said. He
gave me a good mouthful and I slowly swallowed to savor it like a
fine wine.
“Thank you, Master Zack, for the honor of taking your recycled
beer, sir. You’re a kind, thoughtful, and giving Master. Thank
you, sir,” I said with humility.
“I’m glad you’re grateful, slave. Now, I need to get me a piece of
that butt of yours. One of your master’s tipped me off to a talent
you have for riding yore’ masters. I’d certainly like to see a
little of that action while I lay back and relax,” he said.
“It’s yours, Master Zack, but you must remove my plug. I’m not
allowed to touch it,” I said.
“Before I do that, I’m gonna’ make that little butt of yours
good’n hot. I want it cherry red and chili hot before you sit down
on my cock. I want to feel the heat coming from it while you ride
me,” he said. Master Zack took his small whip and slapped it
across the palm of his hand a few times to make a loud noise. “Get
on you knees on the bed, Slave,” he ordered. I quickly responded
to his command. “Raise your ass and lock your arms around your
legs,” he added. I followed his order and raised my ass as high as
I could. I locked my arms around my legs just above the knee.
He came to me and began to rub my butt with his rough, calloused
hand. He had a magic touch that really turned me on. He stopped
and pressed with his thumb on my plug. I pushed back, and he
fucked me a little with his thumb. He took his whip and rubbed it
across my ass letting me get the feel of the leather. It was cool
and sensual. He started lightly hitting my ass every now and then
and would rub it again afterward. He was getting me really hot. “I
watched you come with the bull whip. Do you think you’ll come with
my whip?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, sir. My master has one similar but a bit larger, and I come
every time he whips my ass,” I replied.
“How many does it take, Slave?” he asked.
“It depends, sir. With you, as hot as you got me, I doubt it would
take more’n five or six,” I replied.
“I don’t want you to come while I’m whipping you, Slave. You will
hold it. If you feel close, you will let me know,” he instructed.
“Yes, sir. I understand. I will obey. Shall I count for you, sir?”
I asked.
“Yes. A slave always counts his stripes for his master unless
given other instruction,” he said.
“Thank you, sir,” I responded.
“Now, I’m going to warm you up with about ten light hits.
You don’t need to count those. I’ll tell you when to start
counting,” he said.
“Yes, sir, Master,” I replied.
All the while he was talking to me he was rubbing and playing with
my ass. Zack was letting his whip lightly drop over and around on
my butt. He withdrew and I knew he was about to start his warm-up.
I felt his first blow and it was light. So was his second and the
rest. He instructed me never to drop my ass. If I was forced to
move from the blow, then resume my position as quickly as
possible. He gave me ten soft hits. He moved to my ass again and
rubbed it a little more forcefully. His touch was electric and
felt wonderful. He withdrew again. “You will start counting now,
Slave,” he said.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” I replied.
Whopp! His first hit was not soft. It was pretty solid and almost
sent me forward, but I managed to maintain my position.
“One, sir! Thank you, sir!” I no sooner got that out than he
applied my second stripe. It was harder.
Whopp! “Two, sir! Thank you, Master Zack!”
Whaap! “Three, sir! Thank you, sir!” They were getting
progressively harder.
Whaaap! “Four, sir! Thank you, sir!” He leveled off with that
stripe.
Whaaap! “Five, sir! Thank you, sir!”
I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was suddenly into a new
epiphany. Master Zack turned me on so much I was thinking more of
pleasing him than allowing myself to go with it and enjoy the
sensual feeling of the whip to stimulate me to climax. He walked
over to me and once again rubbed his whip over and around my ass.
He started rubbing my butt again with his rough hand. It was
extremely sensual and my dick couldn’t have been harder. “I’ve
changed my mind, Slave,” he said quietly, “I’m going to whip you
‘til you come. Now, get around here and take my boots off,” he
commended.
He set on the edge of the bed, and I removed his handsome boots.
He took them from me, and set them on the bed toward the middle.
“Same position, Slave. This time, I want your face in my boots
breathing in my good smells while I continue with your whipping.
You yell when you’re about to come and make damn sure you come on
my boots; understand, Slave?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, Master Zack, and thank you, sir,” I replied.
I got into position. “Raise your ass a little higher. That’s it.
I’m gonna’ start where we left off. Ready, Slave?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
Whaaap! “Six, sir! Thank you, Master Zack!”
I was breathing in the wonderful smell of his boots and couldn’t
help run my tongue over them a few times. My cock was even harder,
if that was possible.
Whaap! “Seven, sir! Thank you, Master!”
Whaap!! “Eight, sir! Good one, Master Zack, thank you!”
Whaap!!! “Nine, sir! Thank you, Master Zack!” That one did it and
I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Master, I can’t hold it any
longer,” I called to him.
“Two more, Slave. You can hold it,” he demanded.
Whaaaaap!!! That one was so hard I almost fell over his boots, but
I didn’t. I was trying like Hell not to come. I started fucking my
ass with my plug to counteract the feeling. “Ten, sir! Thank you,
Master Zack!”
I no sooner got that out than he let me have another. WHAAAAP!!!
It was the hardest of all and I started shooting all over his
boots. “Eleven, sir! Thank you, Master Zack! One more, please,
Master!” I shouted
WHAAAAAP!!! That one got the rest out of me, and I really covered
his boots. He came to me and began to kneed and rub my butt with
his calloused hands again. The pain went away immediately. He
continued to rub and then began to fuck me with my plug. I pushed
back to let him get his best shot at my ass. He must have hit
something in there because I erupted again all over his boots. He
saw and began to laugh at me. He stopped playing with my
ass. “Help me on with my boots, Slave.”
I very carefully moved his boots around in front of him and held
them for him to put on. He did most of the work. He didn’t want my
come running off his boot. When he got them on he stood and looked
down at them proudly. “Whew! Slave-boy come all over my boots.
There has to be two loads there,” he said like he was pleased with
me.
“Yes, sir, Master. There’s two loads there,” I confirmed for him.
“Lot a’ good eat’n on them boots, Slave. Hungry?” he asked with a
smile.
“Yes, sir, Master Zack. I’d love to eat my come off your boots,” I
said.
“C’moan, boy, you get down there and eat your come off a’ my
boots, and put your ass as high in the air as you can. You’ve
still got a few licks come’n. You don’t have to count this time.
You’ll be too busy clean’n my boots. Go for it, Slave. Eat chore’
sweet slave come off my boots,” he commanded in his best master
voice.
“Yes, sir, Master Zack. Thank you, sir,” I replied.
I was on his boots in an instant enjoying a feast of my own come
mingled with the strong flavors of the leather from his boots. My
dick was rock hard again as I felt his first blow. It wasn’t a
hard one. He was toying with my butt, now. This was for me. He
knew I understood as I raised my ass even higher and heard him
chuckle. “Good slave,” he said softly. I continued eating my come
and cleaning his boots. He gave me about four more medium stripes.
They felt really good and sensual. I finished, but I hoped
he didn’t notice. I was going back for seconds.
Not much gets by Master Zack. “That’s enough, Slave. Too much of a
good thing will spoil a slave,” he allowed.
I raised up and he smiled at me as he played with my head like I
was a favorite pet. I was his pet. I was willing to be anything
the man wanted me to be. “I want to get chore’ plug out and get
you on my dick before the heat wears off. Your ass is glowing like
a cherry. It’s just ripe for fuck’n. Get me a towel and hit the
position, Slave, now,” he commanded.
I got him a towel and hit the position for his ease in removing my
plug. He popped it out with one swift movement. He knew what he
was doing, he’d been here before. I set it aside for him. He got
comfortable on the bed and I asked permission to slather up his
cock with my saliva. “Permission granted, Slave,” I cleaned it,
made love to it, and got a lot of spit on it. “You may take it if
you need to, Slave,” he said. I took it in my mouth to work
the saliva around on his rock hard cock.
I was satisfied it was ready. “May I mount yore’ horse,
sir?” I asked.
“Permission granted, Slave,” he said.
I got my ass directly over it, positioned it at my rosebud so it
wouldn’t slip, reached back, spread my ass cheeks and took him
hard to his balls. He sucked in air. “Woah, Slave. That was one
Hell of a mount. Feels good up that tight little ass of yours, and
I was right. It’s just the right temperature for serving up to
your master,” he claimed. Damn! Master Zack could say some of the
most sexy things to me. He kept my dick hard the whole time I was
with him. I took a couple of small strokes to stretch my saddle.
He got a pleased smile on his face. I moved my ass around and
ground it down on the base of his dick to stretch the muscle for
my ride. I knew I was going to get him off in a big way. Somehow,
I wanted it more for him than I did for me.
“When you shoot in me, Master, do I have your permission to shoot
too or do you allow your slave’s to come while fuck’n them?” I
asked.
“I noticed you didn’t say ‘if’ you shoot in me. You said ‘when’ I
shoot in you. Ain’t chu’ being a bit sure of yore’self, Slave?” he
asked with a grin.
“No, sir. You will come,” I promised.
“We’ll see, Slave, we’ll see. I doubt seriously you’ll be able to
come again, Son. However, I’ve seen stranger things in my day. I
tell you what, if, and only if you get me off, after you feel me
shoot, if you can, you may get yours; understand, slave?” he
asked.
“Yes, Master Zack. Thank you, sir,” I replied respectfully. I
began to work on him. He was skeptical at first, but I could see
in his eyes my efforts were beginning to feel a little better than
just okay. When I shifted gears a little, increased my speed, and
depth of stroke I noticed he moved his whole body to a more prone
comfortable position. Master Zack lay his head back, closed his
eyes and began to moan. I knew I had him. I was working up a full
head of steam as I shifted up another gear and headed into an even
longer faster, harder stroke. I tightened my ass on his cock and
gave him several short strokes to his base, slamming my ass hard
against it, then opened up again on him full bore strokes, steady,
fast, hard, and mean. I could feel him building under me. To his
surprise he automatically arched his back to raise his cock to
meet my thrust. I sensed what he needed, hard, short, fast,
steady, and I made sure he got it.
“Uhh, aauu, aurrg, uhuhhh...” he moaned. I felt his flow begin,
and I knew I had him. I tried to bite his dick off with my ass as
I came spasming around it. He shot again; a hard one that racked
his soul and brought him up off the bed. I hit it one more time
and bit down on his cock again with my ass muscles. He was holding
on to me for dear life when he shot the third wave and was
exhausted. I managed to drain his balls the second time.
With a little rest I was ready to go for number three.
He held me around my waist not wanting me to pull off his cock. I
wasn’t in any hurry. I still had the milking to do. As I began to
gently milk the rest out of him into my ass, I put my arms around
him and held him close. He needed that. Every now and then I would
continued milking him with my ass. This was an emotional climax as
well as physical for him. The more he held me, the tighter I held
him. I kissed him on his head and petted him. I held his head
pressed close to my chest. He finally pulled back and looked at me
as I milked him one more time. “That was unbelievable, Slave.
Damn, fine! My cock feels like it belongs in your ass,” he said.
“Of course, it does. You know it does, Master. You won a piece of
my ass anytime you need it when we bonded in the barn that
afternoon. You have become a part of my extended family. My
masters accept you as part of our greater family. You only have to
ask one of them, and I’m yours for an afternoon or evening. But, I
don’t want to interfere with my little brother or cause him any
emotional pain,” I said.
“Well, it wouldn’t be often, but once in a while, Beau. Once in a
while, if I could use you for a couple of hours, it would help
immeasurably,” he allowed.
“You only have to ask, Master. I know you’ll be discrete with
Button. I don’t want to be a party to causing him any grief. If I
could do anything, I wish I could help him and teach him some
things to pleasure you better. I know you love him deeply, and
it’s been rough on you.”
“Slave, he’s changed one hundred percent for the better since the
night he met you. He’s really trying, and in some respects he’s
getting better. Others, he just ain't got no concept. I think
Sarge and Titus are helping him some. He ain’t been exposed to
masters and slaves enough to know how he should interact. I have a
hard time getting through to him. I could be mean and demanding,
but that’s not my way. I want a slave to love, respect, and serve
me for the man I am and not because I scare the Hell out of them.
I don’t want to threaten him or brow beat him all the time. I’ve
seen other masters do that to their slaves, and it breaks their
spirit. Then, they’re only good for menial task, certainly not for
companionship. I hate to say it, I’ve even considered selling
Button a couple of times, but I can’t do it. How could any man
sell a beloved pet or leave one in the pound and walk away?” he
asked.
“Master Zack, would you believe me if I told you it will work out
for you very soon?” I asked.
“Some kind of miracle?” he asked.
“No, even better. Will you trust me?” I asked.
“I’ve heard things and seen things happen with you, Slave, and I
will trust you,” he replied.
He instructed me to pull off of him. I lay in his arms for a while
and listened to him. He was a good-hearted, hard-working man;
honest to a fault, a man of peace. He had strong needs that were
not being met. They would be soon; somehow, I was going to see to
it. I didn’t exactly know how, but there was a voice inside me
telling me to give him hope. “What else can I do for my master
this afternoon?” I asked.
“I haven’t had a slave clean my ass out for a long time. I want
you to do that for me, Slave, while I beat off. I have one more in
me that needs to come out. I love to have a slave eat me out while
I jack-off on his face,” he said. I was instantly hard again.
Damn, this man knew how to use a slave without being shy. He knew
what he wanted and wasn't hesitant to demand it. He didn’t have to
ask twice. He decided he wanted my ass re-plugged. I hit the
position, and he expertly inserted my plug. He didn’t stop until
he was satisfied it was seated properly. He lay me out on the bed
and set on my face to rest his hole right on my mouth, and I took
it from there. He beat his meat as I was dutifully cleaning him.
It didn’t take him long to yell for me to open my mouth, he had
another load for me. He backed up a bit and shoved his dick in my
mouth for me to finish him off. He shot a big load. It was a
good one, too, thick and ropey; a little lighter flavor than the
first but excellent body and texture that finished well on my
palate.
I rubbed his back for him for a while and there came a knock on
the door. It was the Dungeon Master checking on us. I let him in,
but he didn’t want to interrupt. “No, no, come in, Dungeon
Master,” Master Zack insisted. “We’re through. I wanna’ thank you
and Master Earl for your generosity. I owe you men a great deal. I
didn’t believe the riding story. Thought you guys were pulling my
leg. Well, I apologize to both you gentlemen. Your slave was
remarkable. You have a fine slave on your hands. I love him as
dearly as I love you. He held back nothing and served me better
than well. You should be proud of your property. He is a credit to
both of you,” Master Zack said and bragged about my service.
“Coming from you, Whip Master, that's quite a compliment for our
property. We're pleased we could make him available for your
pleasure. We think he’s a keeper,” the Dungeon Master said and
laughed. “You two get cleaned up and come on down for dinner.
We’ll wait for you,” he said.
Master Zack and I jumped into the shower together and I washed him
completely as a good slave should for his master and gently
toweled him dry afterward. God, he was an attractive, wholesome,
earthy, masculine man. I would do anything to serve him and proved
it over the years. We formed a great bond of master/slave
friendship which has lasted many years. I got us dressed and after
several minutes of unspoken close physical contact, we left the
room. There were no words necessary between us. Our love and
admiration for each other was palpable.
We walked slowly down the stairs into the main part of the house
hand in hand. We walked together into the large dining room to a
great dinner of turkey, ham, and all the trimmings. Oscar tied his
tits to the stove for a couple of days making this Sunday
afternoon feast for about thirty people. He was in his element,
happy to be serving and to be needed. Billy helped a lot. They
worked well together. Oscar ordered, yelled, and Billy did his
friend’s bidding.
Sarge was razzing Master Zack for disappearing earlier and ask
what he was doing. “I found out there’s a man-slave you could
learn a thing or two from about getting fucked. I didn't believe
some of the stories I heard about him and had to check him out for
myself. Damnation, if ever' one of them stories ain't true. Best
fuck I ever had plus he made me feel like the king of masters,”
Master Zack praised me.
Sarge was silent for a few minutes. “You ain’t kidding, are you
Zack?” he asked looking nonplussed.
“No, sir, I’m not kidding. I’m dead serious. Most remarkable fuck
I done had in many years, and my slave is going to take lessons
from him,” Zack replied.
Master Zack put his arm around Button and pulled him close.
Surprisingly, Sarge didn’t bull his way through that one. He just
let it drop and winked at me. The rest of the afternoon was
wonderful. Button and I sat and talked for a long while about many
things. I discovered Button was almost childlike, and didn’t have
much concept of giving and getting. He was beaten down so many
times in life he existed from day to day in a sheltered
environment under Zack’s care. For all practical purposes he was a
child to Zack and not a sufficient adult companion; however, even
poor companionship sometimes can be better than none at all,
depending on one’s needs and point of view. I didn’t try to
influence Button, I just listened and talked about my visit to
come.
Button was learning to live all over again. I was afraid if he was
pushed too much it could be devastating for him. I could see my
hopes to educate Button were not going to get very far. You have
to want to learn. You have to want to be a good slave. Nothing
seemed to hold Button’s attention for very long. I wouldn’t have
held his attention had he not felt he could open up to me and tell
me everything in his heart; which wasn’t a Hell of a lot. I don’t
even think slave training would do him much good. There were too
many subtle concepts he just wouldn’t be able to grasp. I
was beginning to believe Master Zack was a saint. Nevertheless,
there was something hauntingly simple and innocent in Button’s way
of dealing with life. He was thrilled I got to be alone with Zack
and pleasure him. He displayed no jealousy.
He was like a young kid who wanted his daddy to start dating again
after his mother died. He knew he couldn't be what Zack needed,
but he worshiped his master and loved him unconditionally. If that
meant Zack found some physical release and mental feasting through
a temporary bonding with another slave for an afternoon, Button
couldn't be more happy. There was something not right though. In
all my evaluation of Button there was one haunting facet. He and
Sarge seemed to have developed some sort of strange bond that
defied my understanding. Sarge seemed to be the only man who could
hold Button’s attention long enough to get through or teach him
anything. The strangest part was, Sarge wasn’t his gruff, hard
nosed, hard-charging, unrelentingly demanding self with Button.
He treated Button totally different from any other person with
whom he came in contact. He treated Button like the fragile
creature he was. Sarge didn’t demand anything of Button except he
be mannerly, respectful, and considerate. Respect and manners were
Sarge’s due, and he damn well was going to get it. Sarge would
tolerate nothing less from Button and he got it. I knew something
was going to happen for the better for Master Zack and Button, but
I just didn’t know what. It was another one of my crazy feelings
of late that came true. I described it to Master Earl and the
Dungeon Master who were as stumped as I was. When Master Zack left
with Button, he was all over me thanking me quietly for spending
the afternoon with him. He was like a new man when he and Button
left. Even old Sarge recognized it. Big Beryl was thrilled for
him; told him he hadn’t seen a silly grin on his face like that in
a long time.
“Good to see, Son, it's damn good to see,” Big Beryl said to Zack.
Everyone left including my master who wanted to get back to feed
puss and do some other chores before work the next day. He no
longer had Monday off on his rotation schedule. Titus got me to
one side and told me what I did for Zack impressed the Hell out of
his master. He said Sarge wanted to see more of me. He also wanted
to know what the Hell Zack was talking about. I told him it
probably had something to do with the way I got him off, but I
wasn’t sure. Titus gave me their phone number and ask to have
Master Earl or Big Jim give them a call.
It was getting late and Master Bert excused me early to get back
to Mt. Washington with the Dungeon Master. We thanked them for
their hospitality and kindness. It was a wonderful weekend.
I kissed and hugged Billy thanking him for a wet-dream come true.
He cried and I cried because he was crying. We were a mess. The
Dungeon Master and I got on the road and made good time getting
back. We didn’t talk much on the way. You had to yell to each
other. It was not that long a trip. I enjoyed feeling him and
being with him. I knew something was up between him and my master,
but I didn’t know what. They were closer than I ever knew them to
be. Somehow, it felt good. It just felt right.
We arrived back at Mt. Washington to find Master Jeb lounging in
the pool reading a magazine on organic gardening. He was feeling
much better, fixed his own dinner, and wanted to hear all about
the weekend. I was getting tired as we talked, and he saw me
drifting. He laughed, and told me to get my ass up to bed. I
hugged, kissed him, and trudged up the stairs to the Bear’s Lair,
as I began to refer to the Dungeon Master’s room. I found him
again sitting in the dark looking out at the view. I crawled up
into his lap, kissed him, and sat looking out with him for a few
minutes.
We were quiet. We didn’t always have to talk to know the secrets
of each others heart, we just knew. Something happened this
weekend which lifted a great weight off my big blue ox, and he was
radiant. He was more handsome than I could ever remember him. His
permanent scowl was gone and he had an air of contentment and
peace about him. He folded his big arms around me and held me. He
kissed me behind the ear, and whispered very softly, almost not
loud enough to hear, “I love you, Slave-boy.”
I took his giant paw, held it up to my face, rubbed my cheek
against it, and kissed it gently. I didn’t have to say the words.
He knew.
End of Chapter 22 ~ The Ties That Bind
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