3TB_23

THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 23 ~ Texas Two Step

On the rough wet grass of the back yard my father and mother have spread quilts. We all lie there, my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and I too am lying there. They are not talking much, and the talk is quiet, of nothing particular, of nothing at all in particular, of nothing at all. The stars are wide and alive, they seem each like a smile of great sweetness, and they seem very near. All my people are larger bodies than mine,...with voices gentle and meaningless like the voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she is living at home. One is my mother who is good to me. By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth lying on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of the night. May God bless my people, my uncle, my aunt, my mother, my good father, oh, remember them kindly in their time of trouble; and in the hour of their taking away. After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her; and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home; but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am." From: Knoxville: Summer 1915 ~ James Agee

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Part I ~ Tranquility Base

Long time ago
Life had begun
Everyone went to the sun

Streets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses, never home
Church full of singing, out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon
~Jonathan King

Master Ox and I became the terrors of at least three suburbs of Los Angeles; Mt. Washington, Silverlake, and Atwater. Throw in Los Felis, Glendale, and Lincoln Heights for good measure. I don’t know why? We went everywhere on the back of his Harley; even to the store. I’d hold a bag of groceries while we sped up the hill to home. Mt. Washington was becoming home. No, Hell, it was home. It was the first place in my life I felt I was truly home. I lived my childhood as an indentured servant to a family who knew nothing about me. We all lived in a tickie-tacky house. It wasn’t a home to me. I made it a home for them, but no one made me feel at home. The more I did for them the more I felt alienated, an outsider, a caretaker, until one day I woke up, and no one could tell me who I am.

On Mt. Washington, I found myself fitting like the final piece of a complicated jig saw puzzle. The two men, whom I was so afraid of several months ago were now, without question, my kin. I was coming to grips with the fact I had no more family in Texas. My family became a fine group of men who rode bikes and took other men for slaves for their comfort, pleasure, and companionship. With love, strength, and understanding they cared enough to tell me who I am. With their help I found definition. I could foresee the day when I would look at my family in Texas and say, “I know you not. I gave my up my childhood and my youth for you. You never stopped long enough to find out or appreciate from where or from whom this giving or goodness came. It was always there, so you came to expect it. You took it for granted. You never wanted to know who I was. You never asked. You simply took. Now, this day, this hour, you may not expect it anymore. The greatest treasure you will have lost, is never to have known who your brother was. Sadder yet, you never cared enough to find out.”

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It seemed like everyone was watching the dynamic duo everywhere we went like they expected us to rape, pillage, and burn, carrying off the women and children like nomadic Huns. Yeah? Neat trick on the back of a Harley. It was hard enough getting up the hill with a bag full of groceries without having to chase some item back down. We once saw a couple of linemen who might have been in big trouble if they knew what was being said about them. One construction worker pouring concrete with his shirt off and a huge, hot pair of thigh high, industrial strength, rubber boots almost became unwitting prey. I made Big Jim ride by three times. I didn’t have to beg him. The poor man would’ve had a heart attack if he knew the nasty things we fantasized about doing to him; lovingly, of course.

Women and children? Naw! The Great Bear Pleiades and I weren’t interested in them. We were too busy doing unspeakably nasty crimes against nature to each other. Mother nature may not have been pleased, but we were loving every minute of it. Crimes against nature my ass. Seemed pretty damn natural to us. Last time I checked, I was still a part of nature; a card carrying Homo sapien. It's interesting to note every man is part 'homo." If God didn’t make me to love men, who the fuck would the world have to point a finger at and call “queer”? Mother nature? Sorry, mom, just doing the job dad gave me to do. Just being who and what I am. Do you think the God of the bible ever took Mother Nature's advice?

The more we worked out, the more stamina I had to get through the busy days, but pumping my system with massive doses of male hormones daily through exercise made me incredibly horny all the time. Of course, it did the same for my workout partner and slave driver. The Dungeon Master would look at me and get a shit eating grin on his face knowing I was thinking the same thing he was. We couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough. I actually shot once while pulling off his big boots. He roared with laughter for several minutes and had to find Jeb. Then I heard the two of them going off.

He made me start drinking some kind of protein concoction he blended in the late afternoons with all kinds of powders and stuff he wouldn’t let me see. I’m sure it had eye-of-newt in it. Newt has such a strong recognizable flavor. Once you’ve tasted really fresh newt you can’t forget it. You’ll never go back to the dried stuff. I felt like Rosemary’s baby. Whatever it was, it was having its desired affect. I had muscles I never knew about popping out all over my body. My tits were getting enormous. The Dungeon Master's drink had to be of satanic origin because it made me horny as the Devil.

Chief was spending more and more time with us and became the third member of our terrible troika. When the three of us rode together we actually saw little old ladies run for the safety of their cars. We were a mini-gang of bikers who terrorized the mean streets of Los Angeles. Really now? Three men whose big hearts could be broken with a glance, terrorist? I don’t think so. The Dungeon Master thought a better analogy would be, we were more like the Sesame Street gang.

Chief set up a temporary home away from home in one of the smallest upstairs bedrooms under the stairs to the huge attic. He sometime stayed over, but never intruded in Big Jim and my relationship. He was invited several times but declined. He didn’t feel comfortable, and we didn’t push. He loved our companionship, and he became loved by everyone. Chief was always ready to give and asked very little. To be included was the most important thing for him. I included him in a couple afternoon sessions which were pretty damn hot. He seemed convinced he was going to meet someone soon whom he could take for a slave.

He was learning day by day to be a good master. He was also learning from the best. He took a lot of the burden off Big Jim by helping take care of Master Jeb when he had his bad spells. Chief would ride to Mt. Washington right after work if we had to be somewhere else and fix dinner or just sit and keep Master Jeb company. He often read to him. They were growing closer and Master Jeb came to love Chief like a son. Chief had an Indian name for Master Jeb only he could pronounce. He said it meant great, wise, and revered father. It had nothing to do with a family father. It was reserved for shamans or holy men of his tribe. When he was not at Mt. Washington he called Master Jeb every evening about the same time to check on him and tell him about his day.

I think, because of Chief’s attention, Master Jeb began to get better. Master Jeb confided in me Chief chanted sacred prayers over him several times. He swore he felt better afterward. I could believe it. Chief had some mystical quality about him which made him and I perfect complements to each other. Chief sat in on many of my slave conversations with Master Jeb and talked to him endlessly about the how and whys of certain directions of guidance the talking should take. Master Jeb began to let Chief direct my talking and then later, in private, discussed it with him.

Chief took his learning seriously, and when he was working with me he shifted gears. He became a caring man, a teacher, a leader who was at once as wise as he was concerned. It became important for him I was getting the message I was becoming the total slave I wanted to be. It was understood, it was a no return trip of discovery. I never looked back. I was rushing head long into the permanent mentality of a slave. I never felt more free in my life. If I wanted it, Chief wanted me to have it. With Master Jeb’s help he was going to see I got it.

Chief was gaining knowledge rapidly, and his intelligence and intuitiveness was growing by leaps and bounds. Master Jeb and he would talk about the psychology of master/slave relationships for hours. Jim always had his journal taking his shorthand. Chief kept copious notes while talking to Master Jeb. He would take down important things in his native language. He used it as a form of code or shorthand to remember. Then he would spend hours translating and expanding the text into a journal of his own. He would periodically submit it to Master Jeb for reading and discussion. Master Jeb was thrilled with his quick ability to grasp abstract concepts, and keen interest in slave training. Jeb found another protege.

Friday morning early we were up before dawn to get to the gym. I had come to think of Fridays as 'hell days.' That was the day we crammed every workout into one morning. My tongue was hanging out by the time we finished. We had a couple errands to run, then we were going back to Mt. Washington to fix breakfast for Master Jeb and us. I was usually in charge of breakfast, but this morning the Dungeon Master decided he wanted to cook. He amazed me; he never followed a recipe, but it always came out tasty. We sat down to breakfast, and I ate like a horse. I couldn’t get the food in fast enough. My plate had ‘hay hand in mowing season' proportions and to my own surprise I was scarfing it all down. I stopped to look up and saw them looking at me. I suddenly felt self-conscious. “What? Am I eating too fast, sirs? Too much?” I asked.

They fell out laughing. “We’re stunned at the amount you’re eating compared to two months ago. We want you to eat more. You're gaining muscle mass and your body requires more nourishment. Those protein shakes are helping. Look at his arms, Jeb. We're gonna' have to rename him 'June' 'cause he's popping out all over. Go on, Son, eat!” Master Jim urged me.

“Yes, sir,” I said. I attacked my food again to their amusement.

“Dungeon Master? Slave?" Master Jeb asked to get our attention, "I been thinking about something, and I want your input. Slaves generally don’t have a say in much, but Beau’s a part of our immediate family and should be considered. What do you say to me asking Jim Redfeather to move in here with us? We got several spare bedrooms upstairs, two down here, and a huge attic we don’t use. Chief’s here three to four nights out of the week anyway. He could pay us a minimal amount for room rent and some for board. It’ll be understood board don’t include three meals a day, everyday. Mostly dinners, breakfast, and whatever for weekends. Chief can have his choice of rooms or the entire attic if he wants. If the thought of another person living here invades your space, Dungeon Master, he could have one of the two empty bedroom downstairs.”

“We wondered when you were going to get around to the idea; right, Beaver?” Big Jim asked.

“Yes, sir, we been expecting it for, what, Dungeon Master, two or three weeks?” I confirmed Master Jim’s words.

“Why the Hell didn’t you men say something?” Master Jeb asked.

“You wanna’ take this one, Beaver, or you want me to?” Big Jim asked and grinned.

“We talked about it, but we didn’t think it was our place to suggest it, Master Jeb. We feel at home here. We know you consider us family, but asking someone else to live here should be your decision. Now, if you want to know how I feel about it, I think it's your best idea since you decided to con me into becoming a slave,” I said with no nuance. Deadly silence. Master Jeb couldn’t believe what he heard, looked at Big Jim, who was trying hard to contain himself. I couldn’t hold it any longer and burst out laughing.

Master Jeb roared with laughter at my insolence. “Well,” he said, “out the mouth of babes. I guess I did con you into becoming a slave, Son, but I never lied to you. I told you exactly what I was doing. Would you go back?” he asked.

“You know better’n ‘nat; you know I wouldn’t, Master Jeb,” I replied laughing.

“I shouldn’t have even asked that question. Hell, that big ape and I couldn’t do without you. One of us would tackle you on your way to the door, hog tie you, make love to you until you changed your mind and promised to stay. End of story,” he said and roared with laughter.

“I think it’s a damn good idea, Jeb. I agree with the beaver here, it’s the best idea you’ve had since you agreed to take him on for training. Hell, you know how I feel about Chief. He’s my little brother. I won’t feel my space is being invaded. Be nice to have someone else checking in on you when we’re not around. We worry about you,” Big Jim said.

“Well, as you guys know, I’ve become quite fond of Chief, and I like the idea having a third person around. He loves the two of you more than you know. He idolizes Jim. He wants to become a master like you. And Beaver, I actually think he’d kill for you if you were threatened. He’s become a great comfort to me, and I already think of him as part of our intermediate family,” Master Jeb explained.

“Then, by all means, do it with our blessings. He can have any space he wants except that little room at the end of the hall next to my bedroom. With your permission, I’m going to make it into a small office/study room for me as Dungeon Master. We’ve only used it to store Christmas decorations for the last ten years. With Beavers help we can move that stuff to the attic store room.”

“Sure, do it! That’s a great idea, Jim. It’s just the right size, and it gets cross ventilation in the afternoons. It’s quite nice in that little room. Go for it! Put it to good use,” Master Jeb encouraged.

“When are you gonna’ ask him, Jeb?” Master Jim asked.

“He’s coming this evening for dinner to stay the weekend. We’re all invited to Earl’s place for a pool party Sunday. Earl picks up his slave this afternoon at six for his visitation. Are you ready, Son?” Master Jeb asked.

“Master Jeb, I been ready since Wednesday,” I said. He laughed.

“You’re both coming Sunday, aren’t you?” I asked.

“I’ll be there for sure,” said the Dungeon Master.

“I can’t say yet, Son. Depends on how I feel Sunday morning. With Chief here all weekend, I probably will. I always feel better when he’s around. To tell you the truth, I really think there’s something to his healing chants.”

“We’ve heard him a few times beating on that small drum he keeps in his room, but we can’t hear him chanting,” Master Jim said.

“Damn it, when he beats his drum, it relaxes me. When he chants it puts me into a deep state of relaxation, and I really feel like I’m healing, Jim. It may be all in my head, an old man’s wishful thinking, but I could swear it helps,” Master Jeb declared.

“It is helping you, Master Jeb. Listen to me. I am not Beau,” I didn’t look up from my food. “Let Chief keep chanting for you. Don’t ask questions about why or how it’s working, just accept his gift.” I shook my head trying to come awake, I must have dosed off. The two men were looking at me funny.

“Do you know what you just said, Beau?” Big Jim asked.

“I didn’t say nothing. Master Jeb was talking, and I dosed off for a minute, I’m sorry,” I apologized.

Master Jeb looked at Big Jim and shook his head. “That’s my answer. Someone or something just spoke through him to me, and he don’t remember,” Jeb lamented.

“Come on, Master Jeb, you're yanking my chain,” I said and grinned at them.

“No, he’s not, Beau,” Master Jim confirmed, “As a matter of fact, it was another voice other than yours what came out of your mouth. It said ‘I am not Beau,’”

I was getting panicky. “It wasn’t Wes, I would have felt him. He wouldn’t enter me without permission,” I said then shrugged my shoulders.

“To answer your original question, I planned to ask Chief this evening at dinner. You may or may not be here, Slave, depending on when we get dinner on the table. I’m fixing chicken on the grill again and Mrs. Rutherford down the hill brought us a huge bowl of German potato salad. I thought I’d pick some of those green beans you and Beaver planted. Have you looked at them lately? I’ve been watering and hit ‘em with a shot of Miracle Grow a week ago, and there’s more beans on those vines than I’ve ever seen. I’ll take some to Mrs. Rutherford when I take her bowl back. Today's Friday and Chief always comes to the mountain straight from work. How about the four of us sitting down when he gets here and asking him then. I’d like you to be here, Beau. I want him to think we’re asking him as a family group. He has a keen understanding of extended family, and feels like we've become that for him,” Master Jeb said.

“Sure, Master Jeb. That’s a good idea. I think he’ll go for it. He likes to get off by himself sometimes, and there’s plenty of room around here for that. I’m grateful for my little space in the dungeon. I can get away and think. It’s quiet and cool down there. Its become my 'sanctum sanctorum,'” I replied.

“Your 'sanctum sanctorum'?” Big Jim asked laughing. Master Jeb laughed with him.

“Everyone needs a little space every now and then. We try never to bother you when you go down there unless we need you,” Master Jeb said.

Master Ox and I went upstairs for a while. He wanted to unwind before we went out to finish cleaning up the area to the back and far side of the auditorium. It was brush, vines, and an old overgrown avocado tree. We trimmed most of the tree yesterday, but we still had lots of crap to throw into a big roll-off container we rented for the week. We had the damn thing half full. We wanted to get the rest in as soon as possible. We lay across his big bed talking. He and I never lacked for something to talk about. We talked while we were working together. We didn’t stop and talk, we talked while we worked. He was quite for a moment and once again I noticed the serenity or calm he had ever since last weekend. I thought it might be a good time to feel him out about what happened.

“Ever since last weekend you’ve been different, Master Ox,” I said.

“How different, Slave?” he asked.

“Calm, relaxed, contented, resolute, at peace with yourself I guess; almost serene at times,” I replied.

He was quiet for a while. “I can’t hide much from you, can I?” he asked.

“Why would you want to? We’ve told each other the secrets of our hearts. You just seem more at peace than I’ve seen you, more comfortable in you new skin as Dungeon Master, and I was curious. I won’t press to know it it's personal, but I thought I'd offer my word of encouragement and let you know it’s good to see,” I said.

“It’s no big secret, but I think you should hear it from your master. We had a long heart to heart talk. I played the bare-butt honesty card and he trumped me with his understanding and generosity of spirit cards. He’ll fill you in, tonight, I’m sure. Let him tell you the details. It’s not any big thing. We realized we had something special in common. We love and respect each other. He’s an amazing man, Beau. You’re one lucky little son of a bitch to be getting him for a master. Maybe I should say you were lucky to have loved and been loved by Wes. I have no doubt Wes got you together. I guess I had me one of them, thar, epi-fannies this weekend.” he said tongue in cheek in the vernacular, “It all became clear to me. You weren’t meant for me. Jeb was right all along. Does that mean I plan to stop loving you because of that epiphany? Hardly. Earl D. was the person Jeb had in mind for you all along. I should’ve never doubted him. Jeb knows what he’s doing,” Jim said.

“I think you’re a pretty amazing man, Master Ox. I know Master Earl is a good man, and I thank providence I’m his intended slave. I just hope something don’t fuck it up,” I sighed.

“Do you foresee anything? Have you gotten any flashes of the near future?” Master Jim asked.

“One. I told Master Earl there’s something not quite right about this Master Bear or Captain Fantastic. I haven’t been able to feel more, but there’s something... wait a minute, he wasn’t burned. That leather mask he wears is for another reason,” I said in a moment of insight.

“Did that just come to you?” Big Jim asked.

“Yeah, I mean, yes, sir, Master,” I said forgetting my manners for a moment.

“Interesting,” Jim paused for a minute, “I don’t have a clue. I’ve talked with Sam several times, and he says he’s a wonderful man and a better master. He said he’s a no nonsense kind of man, but he’s a loving man as well. Is it possible he might be a better master for you than either Earl or me?” Big Jim asked.

“Well, when you’re in my position you think about everything. I would probably be devastated for a while, but if it happens I can’t do anything about it. I’ll have to go with him. I can’t say, 'King’s-X’, I don’t wanna' be your slave, I want to be Master Earl’s slave.”

“Yes, if he should win the bid you will become his slave. It makes me wonder if Earl D. should've let you go through slave training without first making a claim. That way a price could have been agreed upon and you would become his at the end of training,” he said.

“No one told me that was an option, Master Jim,” I said with a look of surprise on my face.

“Well, it was partly because of timing. You gave Jeb your decision to accept his offer to train you the same day you met Earl. He couldn’t have known he was going to fall in love with you, so you were already locked into training with us. Earl’s not a man to buck the system. He’s proud of you for going through training and sees a remarkable difference in you so far. You know, today you’re two thirds of the way though training. It’ll be over before you can turn around,” he said trying to change the subject.

“Yes, sir, it’s going by fast. What would Master Earl do if I went to this other master?” I asked.

“He’d probably try to negotiate buying you from him. If he didn’t want to sell you, Earl D. would survive. He’ll probably take another slave later. You’ve taught him to love again,” Big Jim said.

“I’d be more concerned for him than me. I wouldn’t want it to happen, but if it did I’d have to make the best of it. I might even learn to love him. I would hope so, but I don’t know,” I mused.

“There’s one thing you should know no one’s had the heart to tell you but I will, because I'm your dungeon master and I think it only right you be prepared. I've heard it said he neuters all his slaves before he takes them home. He has an older slave who acts as his dungeon master, and he’s the only slave he’s allowed to keep his genitals. Sam said his dungeon master has a massive cock and performs for his master with the slaves regularly. He’s looking for a number one slave to share his bed, and be over the other slaves including his dungeon master. Maybe he’ll want you to keep your cock and balls if you’re to be over his dungeon master. It wouldn't make much sense letting his dungeon master keep his and not the slave to be his boss. It wouldn't balance. Sam couldn’t say for sure,” Master Jim said quietly knowing the news would probably hit me pretty hard.

“I chose this road. If he buys me and wants them removed, I won’t shed a tear. I agreed to this with my eyes wide open, and I’ll sign his unconditional contract as I would any other master who bought me,” I said trying to sound magnanimous.

“Then you weren’t blowing smoke up my ass when you told me you’d give them up for me?” he asked.

“If I knew I could be with you or Master Earl tomorrow I’d go to the kitchen, get a knife, and have you do it right now,” I replied without nuance.

“I believe you, Slave,” he said. He kissed me gently. “Let’s don’t go crazy. Earl D. has faith in Wes. After talking with him I think I do, too. Just don’t let any fear or doubt cloud your reason and make you consider running. The family would find you, and it wouldn’t be pretty. They would force you to submit if he required it. You don’t want that,” Big Jim said.

“I wouldn’t consider it. I became a slave a month ago, and I accept my place. I'll see it through,” I said.

“That’s why I love you. You make a decision, you stick with it,” the Dungeon Master encouraged me.

We went out to work in the yard, but what he told me put a cloud over my day; not so much from the thought of being neutered, but the idea of not being able to spend my life with the two masters I loved. The Dungeon Master knew I was feeling bad because I didn’t talk much. I put my frustration into my work. We got the yard cleaned up in no time. We finished early. I asked permission to excuse myself and go to my area in the dungeon to shower. Master Jim granted my request. I went down to my bunk in my dimly lit cell and lay down. I turned to the wall and started crying. I was going to let it all out without doing it in front of anyone. I was crying softly for sometime feeling sorry for myself. I felt huge hands pick me up to enfold me in a pair of massive arms and hold me close. It was my giant with no clothes on. He came down to the dungeon to shower with me in the big shower and heard me weeping. “There, there, Little Beaver, don’t go there. You and I made a pact the weekend we went to Beryl’s the first time. We weren’t gonna’ borrow trouble from tomorrow, remember?” he asked.

“I remember, Master,” I said through my tears.

“Come, let’s get into the shower and clean up. We’ll go upstairs, and I’ll hold you for a while. Maybe take a nap so you’ll be fresh for your master this evening.” I obeyed him though my heart wasn’t in it. I did take a nap in his arms. Things looked better when I awoke. I rededicated myself to my commitment to becoming the best slave I could. So what, if it happens? I will deal with it.

Master Ox told me it was four o’clock. Time to get dressed and be ready for my master. Chief should be here soon, and Master Jeb wanted a meeting with us. I got dressed in my Wranglers and boots and pulled most of my leathers on. I packed a small bag to put on the back of my master’s bike. He’d probably go home first and ride his other Harley over to pick me up. He wasn’t allowed to ride anyone buddy on his cop bike.

Chief arrived in good spirits. He hadn’t been to the mountain all week as Master Jeb was feeling better, and we were around. He called every evening to speak for a few minutes with Master Jeb. Master Jeb looked forward to his calls and always felt better after talking with Chief. I brought my stuff downstairs, and set my small bag on the table by the door. I walked into the kitchen, and Chief was already there. He got off work a few minutes early. I dropped to my knees and went through the ritual with him. He hugged and kissed me. Chief smelled wonderful after a full days work at the shop. He still had the lingering smells of the shop on him. It made me a little nostalgic. I couldn’t believe it, I missed work. I got Chief a beer and we set down at the kitchen table to talk. The Dungeon Master and Master Jeb were having a beer, too. I didn’t want any because my master was coming for me.

“Chief, I asked these gentleman to be here when you got here to talk to you about something. We’d very much like you to become a part of our immediate family and consider moving in here. There’s all sorts of room, and it’s big enough to find some private space. We don’t care if you bring guests to you room or have people over. We know you will treat the place like your home. We can work out the financial details as far as rent and an amount per month for the food kitty. If we eat, you eat with us, like family. You’ll have kitchen privileges anytime you want. It’s an open kitchen. Everyone cleans up after themselves. That way it doesn’t become a burden to any of us.” Master Jeb finished. I could tell Chief didn’t expected this and was floored. His eyes started watering.

“Oh, God, excuse me, Gentleman. I wasn’t prepared for this, and the emotion of being thought well enough of to be asked into anyone’s family is...well, to say I’m touched don't define my feeling. I'm overwhelmed. I don’t have to consider it. Of course, I’d love to live here with you guys. I already think of this place as my second home. A third of my stuff is up there in that small bedroom under the stairs. Set an amount, Master Jeb, whatever you think’s fair, and you’ll have it the first of every month. I can’t move until the end of August to give my landlord a months notice. I have my weekend with our slave in a couple weeks so we can stay there for that. I’m deeply touched you men would want me to live here with you,” he said.

“Well, it was a unanimous vote, Little Brother,” the Dungeon Master said and smiled at him.

“You can have your choice of rooms. There’s five empty bedrooms upstairs and two downstairs. Jim wants the small room next to his for an office. Other than that, choose anyone you want. Or you can have the whole attic, if you like. It’s huge up there. We only use the small storeroom at the top of the stairs,” Master Jeb said.

“I’ve never really explored the house. With your permission, I’ll do that this weekend, and we can talk again. Yes, I’d love to share the house with you men. I hadn’t even considered it. Thanks for thinking enough of me to offer, Master Jeb,” Chief said. He shook Master Jeb’s hand and hugged him. We had a new family member. It was mutually agreed, we couldn’t have chosen better.

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Part II ~ Safe Harbor ~ Officer Earl D. Shaw, L.A.’s Finest

When I came to you, my beloved master
arms laden with flowers of all varieties
a gathered gift of love to lay at your noble feet
I wondered if you’d notice all the care I took
to find your favorite kinds

a knowing look, you smiled at me
and called me by my name, not slave
or hey you, boy. I should have known
you understood my gift was more than
just the flowers

you gently took me into your arms
looked upon my soul and found me fair
and asked of me to join you in your dance
Such love should never be denied.

From Canto #106 ~ Slave Songs ~ W. D. Dux ~ Posthumous

I was sitting on the porch with Chief when Master Earl pulled up in the driveway on his Harley. He looked hot on his bike wearing his biker leathers. I always seem to forget every time I’m away from him just how good looking a man he is. When I see him again, I’m once again taken with his remarkable handsomeness. Chief and I walked out to greet him as he was taking off his helmet. He shook hands with Chief, and I fell to my knees to kiss his boots. He offered his hand and we completed the greeting ritual. He hugged and kissed me. Master Earl was in a wonderful mood. He wanted to go in to say ‘hello’ to Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master. We stayed for a few minutes telling him Chief was to be the newest member of our extended family. Master Earl congratulated Chief and when he was satisfied, everyone was well and coming to the brunch/pool party Sunday, we left.

Chief and the Dungeon Master walked us out to Master Earl’s Harley. I strapped my small bag to the back, and we were off down the hill. I became a pretty fair buddy rider. I learned to move with the rider and not against him. Never put my feet to the pavement when we stopped. That was his job, and it would throw the balance of the bike off. We arrived at his place less than twenty minutes later, walked into his house, and we were alone. No we weren’t. Here came Monty, sashaying her little butt up to me like, “Hi, sailor! New in town? Gonna’ be in port long? Buy a pretty girl a drink? A nickel bag of catnip, perhaps?” I think she remembered me. She turned her motor on when I petted her. She’s on a first name basis with my master; the little hussy.

Master Earl took me in his arms and kissed me. He made me feel at home. “Welcome home, Slave,” he said softly.

“Thank you, Master. Those are wonderful words to hear,” I said.

“Won’t be long now, four more weeks. We can make it,” he said in an upbeat manner.

“Yes, sir. I hope this weekend will get us both over the hump. I hoped we’d have a little time to ourselves,” I said.

“The family has been generous to us. They’ve provided the means for us to be together almost every weekend. We have obligations to them, to say thank you by having them with us. We’ll have lots of weekends alone together,” he said.

I understood, of course, they spent the money and went out of their way to make it possible for us to be together. They truly were wonderful, giving people. That night sitting in the spa, after our third fuck, I asked Master Earl if there was something he wanted to tell me. He mused to himself for a minute, tweaked my left tit and replied, “Other than there’s a lot of people who love you, and two men in particular who care enough about you to share you?” he asked rather rhetorically.

Share me? I was kinda rocked on my foundation. I thought he wanted me for himself. I was quiet. I didn’t know what to ask. I figured if he wanted me to know more, he’d tell me.

“Don’t get upset until you hear what I have to say,” he continued steadily, “You won’t have much to say about this anyway. It’s already been agreed upon. I do have that right as your master, you know? Or I will have when I buy you, and it’s formal in the eyes of our family. A little planning ahead never hurt. In this case it means an enriched life for both of us. I’ve known the dungeon master for almost twenty years. We’ve never been close because we never had the opportunity. Even though he was Wes’ Uncle, Wes only invited him over for an occasional afternoon pool party or family get together.

“There were always lots of people, and we never sat down together and got to know each other. He’s somewhat like me. Believe it or not he can be painfully shy. You wouldn’t think it to look at him. Why would that mountain of a man ever be shy? Simply for that reason. He’s been huge all his life and stuck out like a sore thumb. Kids in school didn’t want to be his friend or buddy because he was so big they were afraid of him. He couldn’t play sports because he hurt most of them and the parents’ of the kids would complain. He couldn’t get a date for the senior prom in high school because all the girls were so much smaller and felt intimidated. They didn’t want to stick out.

“He told me he went out for football in high school and the coaches were glad to get a big man for their team. Well, no one could stop him. They’d give him the ball, and he’d drag half the opposing team to the goal to make the touch down.” Master Earl paused and kinda laughed. "Picture this, he told me they developed a secret play, if they were even ten or fifteen feet away from the goal. He said they called it ‘The Jumbo Bomb.’ Him being Jumbo, of course. They would hike the ball to their smallest man. Big Jim would be playing guard standing next to him. After the ball was hiked, when the kid had the ball, Big Jim would turn, pick the kid up by the seat of his pants and throw him, ball and all, over the goal line. Worked every time. Problem was, the other teams tried to take him out early in each game and invariably some kid would end up with something broken.

“He said he wasn’t being overly rough. He was just bigger, stronger, and hit harder than they could. After the third or fourth kid ended up in the hospital the school officials decided to retire Big Jim. Understandably, he was devastated. He felt like a freak. He withdrew into his studies and graduated valedictorian of his high school class. His valedictorian speech: ‘What it means to be different.’ He said he let them have it. He told them he would not be attending the graduation dance afterward because he couldn’t get a girl to dance with him. They were all afraid of him.

“He had one friend he treasured. He was a small, weak kid who lived on the next farm over. To hear Jim tell it, the boy was brilliant, with a mind up in lights. His influence developed in Jim a thirst for knowledge. He was in the same grade as Jim. They walked to school every day and walked home from school together. He was the first to recognize Big Jim’s intelligence. He encouraged Jim and told him he could learn. So Jim began to work hard at his studies. By the time he got to middle school he was at the top of his class with his little friend.

“The weak, small, sickly kid is usually the most picked on by the other kids. You’ve heard the old saw: children are innocent. Don’t you believe it. They can be vicious little monsters when it comes to picking on or making fun of someone a little different. Someone, boy or girl, would hurt the kid, and he would pour his heart out to his big buddy. The kid wasn’t so much afraid as he would be emotionally crushed. He just couldn’t understand why anyone would want to be mean spirited toward him. It would break his heart. The kid who hurt Jim's little buddy would quietly be warned never to do it again. They wouldn’t be warned the second time. A couple tried and got the b’jesus beat out of them. After a couple times word got around, be nice to the Jim's little friend or else. From then on his little buddy had it easier than most, and Jim wasn’t sure the kid ever knew he championed him. It wasn’t important to Jim. The important thing was his little buddy wasn’t hurt anymore.

“During the summers they would spend everyday together doing what kids do; fishing, biking, swimming in the creek. They would go to the river and read to each other by the hour. They fell very much in love with each other, but would never admit it; until one day, they were swimming and his little friend got cramps in his legs so bad he couldn’t get to shore. He was going down for the third time. Big Jim dived into the water to save him. He had to dive two or three times to find him, grabbed him, and swam to the raft in the middle of the river.

"He pulled the kid out of the water, laid him out on his back, and started administering mouth to mouth. In no time the kid was throwing up water and gasping for air, but he was all right. Jim made him lie still and pulled him into his arms to keep him warm, he leaned over his little buddy, to shelter him from the breeze. The kid looked into his eyes and thanked him for saving his life. He simply said, ‘I love you, Jim.’ No one else was around. They were by themselves. They kissed right there on the raft in the middle of the river.

“As time went on they began to experiment with sex. The kid was far more sexually precocious than Jim and kept begging Jim to fuck him. Jim was afraid he might hurt him. Finally the kid talked him into it. It opened new doors for both of them. The kid learned to clean himself out so he could take Jim without hurting anything physically. Jim fucked him all through middle school and high school. During the summers he said they would fuck four or five times a day, everyday. Some kids in the school might have suspected something, but they dare not say. If they did and it got back to Big Jim he would call them on it and embarrass the shit out of them in front of their friends. Most everyone just considered them close friends.

“His little friend graduated second to Big Jim. Jim’s brother put him through college and unbeknown to all, Jim took his little sweetheart with him to school. The kid was from a poor family, but Jim worked part time. So did the kid and together, plus scholarships and grants, the kid went through college with Jim. They lived together off campus and Jim bought his first motorcycle. They went everywhere on that bike. Again they graduated with Jim first and his friend second. Jim was offered a Rhodes Scholarship to Oxford and went for it. His little friend returned to their hometown to teach in the high school and wait for Jim to come home. He was drafted a year later. He was sent to Korea and killed his first week there.

“Jim was devastated. He said he went nuts with depression and gut wrenching physical pain. He had to take a medical leave of absence from Oxford. He roamed Europe. He finally went back and completed his studies, again graduating with top honors. The man has a brain up in lights. He went to Korea and Nam with Jeb and they were gonna’ be career Marine Corps Officers. Why? He didn’t even know. He fell in love with Jeb and would follow him anywhere. Unfortunately, they were never sexually compatible. After that Jim has lived off and on with Jeb for over twenty years.

“He’s only taken one slave in all that time, and I gather it wasn’t a completely fulfilling relationship for Jim. I guess the kid had some real problems he never could overcome to allow him to love. So basically in his entire adult life he has never found a meaningful love until you came along. What has all this got to do with you? We both never knew much about him, and I thought you might like to know these things as a preface to what I am about to tell you,” Master Earl explained. He sounded very mysterious. “You briefly described your meeting and falling in love with Big Jim the first time you saw him. I’m a big believer in that now. I wasn’t before I met you. Anyway, I heard his side of the story, and it brought me to my knees. It seems he fell as much in love with you when he saw you, but he couldn’t do anything because of his pledge to Jeb. His hands were tied. He admitted he was the one to reject you and you were justifiably heartbroken,” Master Earl said.

“I was," I said, "I was terribly heartbroken, and so angry with him,” I told my Master, “I was angry because he wouldn’t even try to challenge the situation. Then I met you. I fell in love again, but you asked me to make a commitment. I did Master. You’re the only one I want. I love Jim very much. We will never be too far from each other, but my heart is with you,” I said not knowing what was coming.

“I appreciate that. You have and will return that commitment. What has been decided isn’t for you slave. It’s for someone who loves you so much he experiences physical pain when he can’t see you for long periods of time. Love hurts. It can be the worst mental illness a man can suffer, or it can be the thing that dreams are floated on. It can be healing. It can be cleansing. It can be forgiving. It can be redeeming. It can work miracles. In short, he poured his heart out to me. He asked nothing of me. He just wanted to be buck-naked honest with someone. He told me about your pact to love each other for the time you had together, then he understood he must accept you would become some other master’s property.

"He spoke of it being poetic justice because of the number of times he told you he couldn’t and wouldn’t fall in love with you, because you would ultimately be placed on the market and sold to the highest bidder. One thing he made clear was the devotion and strength of commitment you have for me. He never once suggested it might be a vindictive thing to get back at him for rejecting you. He’s thoroughly convinced you love me with all your heart and soul and will honor your commitment to me. I feel more and more comfortable with it as time goes on. Do you remember me once telling you I would never ask you to give up your dad at work?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

“How could I ask you to give up Jim?” he asked.

“Well, he and I will see each other from time to time. We have to accept that,” I said.

“Love comes along so rarely in our lives, Beau, when it does, no matter what form it takes we should nourish and help it grow. If I were to deny you Jim’s love and he yours, there would be an unspoken resentment from both of you that might eat away what we have. I see what passes between the two of you.

“The love you and I have is a mature love of two men, a master and his slave, accepting roles and working together from that basis. I watch you with Jim and see a child-like love, a palpable love which flows back and forth between you that is at once playful as it can be passionate. I woke up the night the three of us spent the night in the same bed last weekend. I could feel the love you have for me as an adult. That love, loves deeply, respectfully, is caring, and giving. It, too, is not without passion. I could feel and see the other love that passed between the two of you like two little boys drunk on a secret. It was a wondrous thing. It is a beautiful thing. In a way, you've picked up where the loss of his childhood lover/companion left off. He doesn’t want to lose that again. He’s fully aware the love he has for you is different than the love we have. The point is, love is love no matter how you choose to define it.

“You and I have a commitment and a love he may never experience with you; on the other hand, you and he have a love that is unique unto yourselves. Neither is better than the other. Neither is preferable to the other. They just are. When people, in their ultimate wisdom, begin to deny someone’s love or fuck with it in some manner you get ‘Romeo & Juliet.’ I’m not trying to say great tragedy may occur. What I’m saying is, while you will be spending most of your time with me, because you will be, after all my slave, my property, Jim and I have worked out an arrangement for you to spend quality time with him.

“I have no jealousy of your love for Jim and he has none for my love for you. Neither of us is jealous of the love you have for each of us. Maybe it’s because of the love Jim and I are developing for each other. You don’t have to know the details. In fact, as a slave, it might be preferable not to discuss that with you. All you need to know is we have discussed our relationship, concerning the three of us, and come to some pretty remarkable decisions. Those you don’t need to know either. In fact, it was decided between us not to tell you more than what I have this evening.”

“In a way, by sharing these things with each other the bond between Jim and I has become permanent and secure. This may sound strange to you, but I have fallen deeply in love with Jim as a friend, brother, family member and as of last weekend, personal confidant. I’ve always admired him, but never thought we had much in common. We discovered we do have something very special in common, our love for you. You gain things from him you don’t from me. You gain things from me you won’t from him. He and I want you to have both. Not because either of us are magnanimous, but because you will be my property and you will damn well do as I tell you,” he said gently but firmly.

It was the first time I got an erection from my master telling me my position as a slave in relation to him. Simply put, he would own me. I would do as ordered or suffer the consequences. I didn’t comment further. Maybe they were right. I didn’t need to know everything. I trusted them to take care of me as their personal possession. I had to admit, I didn’t need to know all the details. Neither did the news of the situation cause me any anxiety. I reached up and kissed him. “I love you, Master, and I’ll obey,” I said.

“I know you will, Slave. You’re becoming the slave I need more everyday. Your change in attitude in two months has been remarkable. You will be exactly what I need when I purchase you,” he assured me.

* * * * * * *
We spent Friday night alone, and it was wonderful. We fucked half the night like two snakes trying to find a hole to live in. The next morning Master Bert, Oscar, and Billy arrived. Dirk and Allen arrived shortly before lunch with bags of food for everyone. Big Beryl and Blaine arrived shortly after noon. All the bedrooms were filled. The Tucson contingent of the family arrived in two large motor coaches they parked in the vacant lot next door that belonged to Master Earl. We had a house full and with Big Gunn, Dan Yates, Beryl, Boots, Dirk, and Griz it was like having eight extra people.

Cowboy, Ben Jr., Sonny, and Griz were a welcome addition as slaves. Of course my master had his rule no slave wore clothing in his home. I thought the Tuscon slaves would be shy, but they were faster getting their clothes off than Allen or me. Allen was in heaven. He loved Cowboy, Ben, and Griz. Griz had to be the ugliest man I’ve ever seen, and he was huge. He had a schlong on him that made Master Beryl’s look like a ten year old boy's. No one else was coming until Sunday. We had a relaxed day by the pool. Everyone squeezed into the spa later that evening. Talk about touchy-feely. Fortunately my master planned his deck well and knew he’d be entertaining family so he had a large spa.

I got to know Dan, Cowboy, Sonny, Boots, Big Gunn, Griz, and Ben Jr. better. Every time I turned around I had Big Gunn’s arms around me or he was stealing kisses. I didn’t mind a bit. The handsome older cowboy could steal anything he wanted from me. It was hard for me to get to know Griz right away because he was so damn shy. Cowboy finally grabbed him by his nose ring and brought him over to sit by me at the pool. “Now tell Beau, what you told me, Slave?” Cowboy insisted.

“Aww, Master Billy, you tell him. I’m too embarrassed,” the big man said shyly.

“All right, Big Man, but only because I love you, understand?” Cowboy asked smiling at him.

“Thank you, Master Billy, sir,” he replied.

“Brother Beau, Griz wants to know if he can hold you in his arms for a while and pet you?” Cowboy asked.

“Well, of course you can Griz. Sit down here and make yourself comfortable. It would be a honor to have you hold me. You're welcome to pet me or play with anything I got, Big Man,” I said.

Griz blushed real big, but he scurried to get his mass next to me. The next thing I knew I was in the big man’s arms, and he was rocking me like a baby and stealing kisses from me. Cowboy was laughing his ass off.

“I hope you like big animals, Brother,” Cowboy said to me.

“Well, he’s bigger than the Dungeon Master, but I get an erection every time he comes around, so yes, I think I can handle this wonderful animal,” I replied.

“Damn, I just knew you were like me, Beau. I just sensed it. We even look a little alike. What do you say, Big Man?” he asked Griz.

“He’s just like you, Master Billy, he’s so purdy. He’s a little bigger version of you, sir,” the big man replied. Griz looked at me and examined my wounds from Nam. He kissed each one and stole hundreds of kisses. I didn’t care. He was so fucking lovable I couldn’t help fall in love with him. Finally my master rescued me. I think Griz would’ve held me all afternoon.

He looked at Master Earl. “Master Earl?” he asked.

“Yes, Griz?” Master Earl asked.

“This is the slave who is intended for you. You both are very lucky men to have each other. Don’t worry, Beau, Wes said he wouldn’t let you down,” he said. How did the big man know that? I asked Master Dan.

“Beau,” Dan took me in his arms in the pool, “you have to come visit the ranch and help with our spring roundup. I know you know how to sit a horse. Griz done told us on the way over. That’s the only way you’re gonna' understand or believe how Griz can know things like he does. We’ve all learned the hard way never to doubt anything he tells us ‘cause sure as the sun’s gonna’ rise tomorrow, it’s gonna’ happen. Am I right, Earl D?”

“I haven’t told Beau much about Griz because Beau has his own gifts, but he’s right, Son. Griz is a unique man. The more you’re around him the more you’re in awe of him. He has two elephants for cowgirl companions,” Master Earl said.

“What?” I asked in amazement,“You’re kidding me,” I said. Cowboy, Big Gun, and Ben swam over to join in the conversation.

“You wouldn't know them now, Earl,” Big Gunn said, “Ms. Sophie’s gotten really big and Gracie is almost her size. They’s a handful. They’re the two best damn buckaroos we got on the ranch. They round up them strays in nothing flat.”

“You're pulling my leg. I’m being set up. Master is this true?” I asked.

“I already told you; ask Blaine,” Master Earl pulled Blaine away from Beryl. “Tell Beau about Ms. Sophie and Gracie the first time you met them,” he said.

“Oh, God, Beau! It was the meanest damn thing dad ever did to me. We rode to Tucson on a vacation that spring after we first met. He told me we were going to help at the ranch for spring roundup. I thought it would be great fun. He told me he had two big cowgirls who lived on the ranch who loved him dearly, and he wanted me to meet them. Naturally, I thought maybe it was two old Lesboterians. When we rode up on our bikes these two humongous elephants were standing right in the lot where we parked our bikes. I’ve never been around elephants before, and they scared the shit out of me. They immediately started running their trunks down my pants front and rear. The big one would hold me and her daughter would frisk me from top to bottom looking for treats,” he said. Blaine almost couldn’t get the story out he was laughing so much. The rest of them in the pool were slapping each other on the backs and Master Beryl was in tears he was laughing so hard at Blaine.

“I was screaming and a’ holler’n for dad to help me, but he was doubled up with laughter. He was no help at all. Finally, I just gave up and said my prayers. I knew I was gonna’ die and be an elephant’s lunch. Finally, dad hollered at them to come to him, and they forgot all about me. It was like old home week. Dad was petting them and talking some shit to them you wouldn’t believe. I was still shaking as we walked up to the main house to get them treats. I’ve come to love them and got to know them pretty well. I can get either one to do anything I ask. But I don’t let dad take me to the ranch anymore unless we stop first and I buy a sack full of apples, oranges, pears, or a couple of watermelons. One just doesn’t go calling on the Broken Arrow cowgirls without a gift in your hand. I’ll have to say though, Gracie has pulled some God awful funny pranks on dad. I laughed my ass off and told him he damn well deserved anything she did to him," Blaine said.

Later, Dan Yates showed me a photo album of the girls, and I still couldn’t believe it. Griz must be an amazing man. I came to find out he was far more than amazing.

* * * * * * *
The next day, around ten in the morning the Mt. Washington brigade arrived with Master Zack and Button. Master Earl said he invited a couple extra guest to surprise me. Master Wolf and Zane arrived. Two more Harleys pulled into the vacant lot next door. It was Bull and Charlie. Charlie sported a new collar and was on his knees every time his master snapped his fingers. Charlie’s new dog collar was quite wide with big spikes. It was unusual. It was made from thick red leather, but it looked hot on Charlie. It was Charlie’s first outing in public as a slave and while he was used to being nude in front of the family of his own free will, it would be his debut as a slave. Master Bull ordered him to follow me and strip. I led Charlie to the bedroom to show him where to remove his clothes. He seemed a little nervous and he asked me to stay with him. He seemed a bit unsure of himself. “Charlie, you’re one Hell of a fine looking man with or without your clothes. You have a buffed body, an above average cock, and you’re drop dead handsome. Be proud of who you are and your master. Bull seems like a good man, and I’m convinced he really loves you. Are you proud to be his slave?” I asked.

“I never thought of it that way, Beau, but, Hell yes, as many years as I wanted him and now we’re together, yes, damn it, I’m proud to be his slave. I knew it was the only way I was going to be able to have him, so I made up my mind I was willing to become the slave he wanted and needed. Fuck it! I’ll keep my head up and be proud,” Charlie allowed and stood a little taller.

Two more Harleys arrived, a matched pair, Sarge and Titus. Sarge chewed on his big stogie in the corner of his mouth, let me get thought the greeting ritual and then grabbed me up to his face, nose to nose and looked deep into my eyes. “Kiss this master, Slave, and it better not be one a them frick'n chicken pecks neither. If you can fuck like a man, I expect you to kiss me like one!” He ordered me to kiss him hard, and I readily complied. Unusual man, Sarge, he made my dick hard, very, very hard.

Sarge took great delight in ordering our newest slave around. Poor Charlie had his beginners butt plug ripped out and reseated five or six times by Sarge while Bull just snapped his fingers and told him to submit, put his ass up higher so Sarge didn’t have to reach for it. Sarge snapped his fingers at me to hit my knees and bend over. I immediately did as ordered. He made Charlie watch while he ripped my plug out to show him the size plug he’d be wearing in about six to eight months. All the blood left poor Charlie’s face. I thought he was going faint. Sarge forceably slammed it back into my ass. I thanked him for returning it. He made Charlie watch while he ripped Titus’s plug out. It was about a third larger than mine, a truly awesome plug. Sarge’s slave had to have the biggest and Titus was proud of the size plug he wore for his master’s pleasure.

“See slave, in a year or less you’ll be wearing one this size,” Sarge assured him.

Of course Sarge was yanking Charlie’s chain, but Charlie didn't know that. Bull was a reasonable man, but Charlie was beginning to have second thoughts. Sarge led him around by his leash. Sarge went into the bedroom and brought out about eight pair of boots he liked owned by various masters and lined them up on the deck. He ordered Charlie to start at one end and clean the whole row of big heavy-duty biker boots. Charlie wasn’t allowed to pick them up or touch them with his hands.

Sarge told him he wasn’t worthy to touch a master’s boots with anything but his lips and his tongue. Charlie had to kneel over on his hands and knees keeping his ass as high in the air as he could. He couldn’t stop cleaning a pair until Sarge was satisfied they were clean enough. Then and only then, was he allowed to move on to the next pair. Sometime he had to spend a half hour or more to get them clean to Sarge’s satisfaction.

“Look at that boot, Slave. You call that clean?” he asked in a demanding voice.

“No, sir, but I tried, sir,” Charlie replied.

“Did I tell you to 'try' to clean these boots, Slave?” he yelled at him.

“No, sir, Sarge,” Charlie replied.

“Then what did I tell you, Slave?” Sarge asked.

“You ordered me to clean them, sir,” Charlie replied.

“What was that, Slave? I didn’t hear you!” Sarge yelled at him.

“YOU TOLD ME TO CLEAN THEM, SIR!” Charlie yelled in reply.

“That’s exactly what I told you to do! Now do that pair over until you get ‘em clean, Slave, or you’ll be here after the party’s over.”

“Yes, Master,” Charlie replied and would get right back down on ‘em.

Sarge snapped his fingers at his slave to bring him his flogging whip from his jacket. Titus returned with it in his mouth. He knelt in front of his master and dropped it in his hand. Sarge patted him lovingly behind his head. He ordered Charlie to raise his butt a little higher in the air. Sarge drew back and landed his whip square across Charlie’s ass. Charlie almost fell forward but quickly regained his balance. “Stick that ass up there, Slave! I don’t wanna’ have to hunt for it!” Sarge barked at him. Charlie did as told and Sarge gave him another. He gave him about five good licks then walked behind Charlie and started rubbing Charlie’s ass gently with his big hand to make any pain go away. Sarge talked softly to Charlie encouraging him to do a good job on the boots. Sarge told him he was going to give Charlie five more stripes with his whip, but he wanted Charlie to work with him putting his ass right back in position to receive another after Sarge laid one on.

Sarge squatted down close to Charlie's ear, “Your master’s watching closely, Son. Your response to my nonsense is a reflection on him as a man and your master. I ain’t gonna’ hurt chu' none. You’re just feeling embarrassed and humiliated. 'At's the way you're suppose to feel. It's the way I want you to feel. It's the purpose of this little exercise. It’s natural for you to feel that way, but you will do it to build your self-control and self-confidence to make your master proud of you. You have nothing else to consider. No matter how humiliated or embarrassed you feel, hold on to your pride of being your master's slave and your love for him. All new slaves feel the same way when they're made to do things they wouldn't otherwise be doing. I know how much you love Bull. I can see it in your eyes ever' time you look on him. I know you wanna' make him proud of you. You were a good man, Charlie, and you'll be a fine slave for Bull. Work with me, and I promise you'll be a better slave; the best slave you can be for the master you love,” Sarge spoke to him softly so no one could hear but Charlie. Charlie did better the second five stripes and really got into Sarge rubbing his ass afterward.

Over a period of a couple hours of boot licking Charlie got whipped by his own master and Master Zack. The Whip Master really knew what he was doing. He knew how to lay it down and have the slave eating out of his hand begging for more. Charlie really responded well to Zack. He had Charlie in tears begging Master Zack for more whip. Master Zack insisted it’s not good to spoil a slave and give them more than a master determines they need. He made it a rule never to give a slave everything he wants. It was a good lesson for the slave.

It took Charlie about three hours of boot licking before Sarge would acknowledge he was satisfied. He grabbed Charlie, roughly pulled him up to himself, and kissed him hard. Sarge held him in an embrace and whispered something to Charlie that brought tears to his eyes, and he thanked Sarge for his control. The big ex-Marine handed Charlie’s leash back to Bull and told him, "He just might make you a decent slave, Bull. I’d like to fuck him sometime, maybe teach him a few things. I guarantee ya’ I can improve his performance fifty percent in one session. You won’t believe it the next time you fuck him,” Sarge bragged.

“Ask Master Earl if we can use his dungeon. Take him down there this afternoon if you want. I’d like for your slave to suck me off later,” Bull negotiated.

“Done,” Sarge agreed. He snapped his fingers at Titus, “When Master Bull wants you? Service him, Slave! Anyway he pleases. Got that, Ass Wipe?” he barked at Titus.

“Yes, sir, Sarge. It will be an honor. My pleasure, sir,” Titus replied crisply.

Bull loved Sarge ordering Charlie around. Several times Bull would speak softly to Charlie telling him, “Make me proud of you, boy. Don’t make me sorry I took you for my slave. You put your ass up higher than he asks. If you embarrass me you know what’s waiting at home,” he warned. No one asked, but everyone had a pretty good idea it wouldn't be pleasant.

True to his word, Sarge snapped his finger at Charlie and led him by his leash to Master Earl’s dungeon off the pool deck below. He invited anyone who cared to watch to come along. Almost everyone did. Sarge was a showman. He asked Big Beryl to be there to show the slave some movements using Big Beryl as the fuckor and Sarge as the fuckee. Big Beryl slammed it into Sarge hard.

Sarge just smiled and looked at Charlie and said sweetly, “Now, when you can take that much cock up your ass the first entry that hard, without flinching, then you’re a man and may be a slave worth training,” he said and winked at Big Beryl. Sarge requested the big man top loosen him up a bit. Big Beryl was more than willing to comply. He began fucking Sarge pretty hard and steady right from the start. Sarge chomped down on his unlit stogie and met everyone of Beryl’s thrust.

He started explaining to Charlie, “Now, you see the way I’m meeting every thrust there, Slave? It makes it twice as good for yore’ master when he don’t have to hunt for yore’ ass to fuck. It’s always right there ready for his next stroke; makes it a better fuck for him, and a better fuck for you,” Sarge allowed like it was basic simple logic.

Big Beryl just kept fucking. Sarge added as a compliment to Beryl, “I rode this master’s cock upwards of seventy-five to a hundred times and he never fails to give me one of the best damn fucks ever. Now, Master Beryl, if you’ll just pick up the speed a little... 'at’s good, thank you, sir. ‘At’s about right. Yeah, that’s a real good speed and rhythm master. Thank you, sir,” he said.

Sarge went on with his lecture to Charlie, “Now you see, Son, it don’t matter how hard or fast your master fucks you. Once you’ve mastered a few of the basics you can become a fairly decent fuck for your old man. Until then, you’re literally not worth a fuck,” he declared with some disgust.

“Can you go for a couple more demos later Master Beryl or are you close to shooting?” Big Beryl pulled out of him and everyone applauded. Sarge snapped his finger and ordered Charlie into the sling. He popped out his beginners plug, “Your Master been taking your ass hard, Slave?” Sarge asked.

“Yes, sir. He’s been teaching me, but it hurts like Hell,” Charlie replied. He started shaking he was so unprepared.

“It’s suppose to, Son. Get down from the sling for a minute,” he ordered. Charlie did as he was told. Sarge looked at me and nodded. He snapped his fingers and motioned me toward the sling. I was in it in an instant with my legs in position. Sarge smiled at me as he chomped down on his big stogie. He popped out my plug and had Charlie stand as close to the sling as possible. Sarge’s cock was already primed with pre-come from getting fucked by Big Beryl. He reached over me to the chains above my head leaned into me and was in my ass to the hilt. I winked at him and started thanking him for taking me so hard. He was a good master to take his slave that hard, and I appreciated it. It truly felt wonderful to have Sarge in me. I had to grab Charlie’s arm and Sarge grabbed the other. We thought he was going to pass out.

“It’s all right, Charlie,” I told him, It’s gonna’ hurt the first fifteen or twenty times you get taken hard. Then one time your master takes you really hard, like Sarge just done to me, and the hurt changes. All of a sudden you realize how good it hurts. You’ll think to yourself, ‘How, the fuck, is this possible’? It still hurts like a motherfucker, but it feels so damn good,” I said. The audience laughed in agreement. “I guarantee, when your mind becomes conditioned to accept you’re gonna’ be taken hard, you’ll crawl off and walk away from any man what don’t take you that way. It sets the tone for the entire fuck. It’s important. It gets your attention and reminds you whose ass is being fucked. It’s on your body, but it ain't yours no more, it no longer belongs to you, it belongs to your master, it’s your master’s hole, his ass to do with as he pleases; understand, Charlie?” I asked. Charlie nodded affirmative.

“I told you this kid was good, Earl. I couldn’t have explained it better myself.” He took a couple of strokes to loosen me up and then winked at me as I met every thrust. He stopped for a second and snapped his finger’s at Titus who instantly lit his stogie for him. He took a couple hits off it and easily blew the smoke toward the ceiling, “You feel like working with me for a few minutes, Son, to give him a few tips?” he asked me.

“I’d be honored and proud to, Master. This slave’s ass is yours, sir,” I said with pride.

I could see out of the corner of my eye my two masters beaming with pride and whispering to each other. I felt like a kid who just hit a home run and looked into the bleacher to see his dads yelling with pride.

“I like this slave, Earl D,” Sarge started fucking me steady leaning back and holding on the chains my feet were propped on. I was meeting him stroke for stroke. He looked impressed. He took another big drag off his stogie and handed it to his slave. “Now pretend that’s you in the sling, Son, and watch how he’s working his ass with me. I can do almost any stroke, and he’ll meet it. Even big erratic strokes like this,” he slammed it into me from the left, I was right there, he slammed it in from the right and I was right there to meet the base. “Boy’s pert-damn good! Good work, Son!” he complimented me. He grinned at me. “That’s the word to remember, Slave, work!” Ya’ gotta’ learn to work with your master to give him the best possible fuck with ‘his’ ass 'cause you don't own it no more. Now you just stand there and let me work with this slave for a minute or two. He started in on me looking me right in the eye smiling almost knowing I was going to do everything I could to meet every delivery of his cock. I rode him down like the best buckaroo rodeo’s a bull before the eight second buzzer sounds. I was getting close. He could feel it. He stopped, pulled out, popped my plug back in and told me to stand by, he’d finish me off after he fucked the new slave.

Sarge snapped his fingers and Charlie gamely jumped into the sling again. This time he was visibly shaken. “Son,” Sarge said softly but with a determined tone, “you’re gonna’ have to learn to take it sooner or later. Better now so’s you can pleasure your old man when he fucks you tonight,” Sarge encouraged Charlie.

There came a bellow from the back of the room. Bull yelled at his slave, “You let that man in 'nere, Slave! My slave can take it hard. Make me proud of you, Charlie. I’m counting on you, Slave. Don't let your master down, Son!” Bull said firmly.

Everyone was surprised. Charlie calmed right down and told Sarge, “You been right so far, Sarge. I trust your words. Take me hard, sir. I can take it,” Charlie replied. With that Sarge positioned his cock, grabbed the front chains and slammed it into Charlie so hard it almost lifted him out of the sling. Charlie’s eyes got really big and his head starting moving from side to side. Then he started yelling, "Goddamn! Thank you, sir, for taking this slave’s ass hard! Thank you, sir! This slave appreciates you taking him like the slave he is, shit! Oh damn, it’s filling me up. Shit, it feels good, sir. Damn good, sir! Thank you, sir!”

Everyone started clapping for Charlie and yelling, “Way to go, Charlie! Way to take that big thing. Proud of you, Charlie. We were yelling and whistling for him. Bull got a big shit-eating grin on his face, puffed his chest out like a Banty Rooster, swaggered over to the sling, gently but passionately kissed his slave then said in a deep voice, “Damn proud of you, boy. I knew you could do it. Proud to call you my slave. Now, you give that ass up to this master and let him teach you a few things so's you can learn to pleasure me better,” Bull encouraged his slave.

“Yes, Master Bull, thank you, sir,” Charlie said quietly.

“I didn’t hear you, Slave!” Barked Bull.

“YES, MASTER BULL, AND THANK YOU, SIR!” Charlie yelled respectfully.

“That’s better, Slave. He’s all yours, Sarge. Fuck the shit out of him,” Bull said.

Sarge shifted his attitude toward Charlie. Instead of being the hard ass Marine Drill Sargent who found nothing right and you can’t do shit, he became a paternal, nurturing, teacher. Charlie began to relax and tried to work his ass to Sarge’s thrust. He was getting better and Sarge didn’t hold back the compliments when he got it right. It only made Charlie try harder. Sarge was getting some pretty good licks into Charlie but Charlie was doing all right for a first lesson. Sarge praised him and then he ask, "Does your Master allow you to shoot, Slave?” he asked.

“Only with his permission, sir,” Charlie replied.

“He has my permission, Sarge,” Bull bellowed.

“He’s getting close, Bull, I can tell. I’m gonna’ take him home,” he said. With that, Sarge really stepped up his fucking, slamming it into Charlie mercilessly. Charlie was gone, out of it, in la-la land, but he was still working his ass to meet Sarge’s most savage strokes. After one big slide into Charlie’s ass, Charlie got a surprised look on his face and started yelling, “Oh! My! God! Oh!! MY!! GOD!! I’m gonna’ shoot, Master Bull! How is this possible?” He asked rhetorically. Before anyone could answer Charlie shot, hit the ceiling of the dungeon, and it went everywhere. Sarge kept slamming it into him. Charlie hit his second volley, it hit the ceiling as well and it, too, went all over everyone. Charlie yelled at Sarge. Harder, Sarge, it’s in there. I can feel it! PLEASE! Fuck me harder, Sarge!" he yelled.

Sarge took him at his word, and slammed three big ones into him. Charlie went nuts when the third volley shot. It flew over everyone’s head and hit Bull right square in the eye. The assembled audience went nuts applauding for Charlie and Sarge. Bull was laughing his ass off as he walked to the sling. He kissed Charlie gently then ordered his slave to lick his come off his eye. Everyone was rolling on the floor with laughter. Even old hard nosed Sarge was laughing his ass off. “Way to go, Son! T'weren't too shabby for a first fucking lesson, I’m proud of you, Slave,” Sarge kissed Charlie tenderly.

In an instant you could see the change that kiss brought in Charlie toward this loud, brash, uncompromising master who made his life a mini-hell all afternoon. Charlie began thanking Sarge. He couldn’t believe he came without touching himself. He thanked him and thanked him. He wanted to know when he could have another lesson. “Your Master will arrange it for you, Slave. That’s not your business. He’s in control of you now. See what your reward is when you work with a master with that ass? You shot more than any first timer I ever seen. Pert-damn good aim, too, I might add,” Sarge said with a grin. Everyone fell out laughing again. Sarge pulled out of Charlie and ordered him down from the sling. Sarge gave him a hand and caught Charlie in his arms. “You’re a fine looking man, Slave. I had my doubts about you this morning, but you put up with my shit all day, and you just gimme' a pretty fair fuck. You deserve to be complimented. Now kiss this master and show him how much you love and appreciate him taking his time to make you a better slave,” Sarge demanded.

Holy Shit! Everyone thought Charlie was going to crawl down Sarge’s throat. There was little doubt in anyone’s mind Charlie understood at that moment what Sarge was trying to teach him. He learned several good lessons in becoming a slave. Sarge didn’t hold back either. He returned passion for passion. Something clicked inside Charlie. He went a hundred and eighty degrees from hating Sarge’s guts to deep affection, almost worship for the man. He followed him around like a puppy the rest of the afternoon. He couldn’t do enough for Sarge.

Sarge turned to me and snapped his fingers. He motioned for me to get into the sling. I was in it as fast as I could. Sarge had Charlie on his knees cleaning his cock and getting some spit on it so he could mount me. “Old Sarge didn’t forget you, Son. Be with you in a minute,” he said. When Charlie finished to his satisfaction, Sarge turned to me. “Ready, Son?”

“Excuse me, sir. Meaning no disrespect, but the last time you took me...?" I asked.

“Yeah, what about it, Slave?” he asked with a nasty growl.

“Was that all you got, sir?” I asked quietly.

The audience went nuts, laughing and hollering at Sarge. I knew Sarge’s sense of humor well enough to know he’d think it was funny; insolent as Hell, but funny. He laughed and grinned real big, “I think old Sarge can muster a little more for you, Slave,” he said with a wicked grin. And with that he slammed it into me so hard it knocked the wind out of me. Hot damn, did he feel good inside me. My ass hadn’t argued with a man’s cock like that in a long time.

“Woah, Sarge! Gotta’ give it to you, Master. That was one Hell of a mount, sir. Thank you, sir! I ain’t been taken that hard in a while. I really appreciate it, sir. Would you consider this slave’s request to do it again that hard or harder, sir?” I asked.

“Request granted, Slave,” he said. He pulled all the way out, but I knew he had my butt juices on his big cock, and I was really going to enjoy this one. Damn, he did it again. This time the audience winced. It really felt good riding the length of that big Marine Sergeant’s dick. I had to ask.

“Please, sir, just once more?” I heard Master Jeb giggle in the background as I did the same with him.

“Request granted, Slave. I like a slave with spirit, Son. One who will challenge his master and inspire him to new heights. Where are you, Earl? You listening to your boy? You’re gonna’ have yourself a prize here,” he said to my master. Sarge slammed it in me again even harder, and I smiled at him and winked.

He broke up laughing. “Now, that’s it, Slave, I told you sarge would take care of you, and I’m going to, right now. This fuck is to thank you for that good fucking you gimme' last weekend. My poor slave is sick of hearing about it. Detailed thrust by thrust accounts. Your master could make a good bit of money studding you out,” he complimented me. He began to fuck me again and I met every stroke. This ride was for me. He let me know by the way he was fucking me he was doing it to show appreciation. He was damn good. He somehow sensed which strokes would make me work the hardest, and he knew those were the ones that were going to ride me over the hill. I rode him down to the shortest of deep fucking strokes slamming my ass back to him as hard or harder than he was fucking me. Finally he hit me with some rough, hard, deep ass fucking that just made me give up, and then he took me.

He knew he had me and yelled at the top of his voice, “Sarge orders you to come, Slave, right, NOW!” He hit it perfectly, and I tried to bite his damn cock off. My spunk hit the ceiling once, twice, and damn near did the third volley. Woah! Shit! He was a good fuck. He didn’t seem to come, but I wanted him to shoot in me.

“Please, Sarge, I know I ain't worthy, Master, but I would be honored to catch your load in my ass,” I pleaded.

“Not this time, Son; next time, I promise. Old Sarge is gonna’ get dessert.” I thanked him for the good fucking, hugged, and kissed him. He jumped up in the sling and Big Beryl knew he was dessert. Without ceremony he walked up, put his enormous cock at Sarge’s rosebud and slammed it home hard. Sarge just smiled and looked Big Beryl in the eye. “Have I told you lately I love you, you old son of a bitch?” he asked.

“Can’t remember a time, Sarge,” Beryl replied.

“Well in front of God and everybody here, I’m telling you, you old fart, I love you,” he said.

“You’re still gonna’ get fucked,” Big Beryl said laughing.

Everyone else broke up, too, and fuck Sarge he did. There’s nothing like watching two virtuoso fuckers work together. They fucked so many times Sarge knew all of Beryl’s moves by heart and didn’t miss a stroke. I began to envy the man his ability to second guess some of the strokes the master would throw into him. Big Beryl was not gentle with him either. He was slamming the entire length of his cock into Sarge.

Finally Beryl rode him up the hill and Sarge arched his back knowing he was close. Sarge yelled for Big Beryl to go first he’d hold it. Beryl was there and started his flow of man-come deep within Sarge and deposited more on each deeply slammed stroke. Sarge let go and shot onto the ceiling all three volleys. He was primed by the time Beryl got into him. He was wasted. A happy fucking camper. Everyone witness the joy and camaraderie of good, hot, man sex. We all went away feeling a little better about ourselves.

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Part III ~ A Silverlake’s Mid-Summer’s Eve

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Act ii. Scene.1
By Billy Bob Shakespeare

People started leaving in the late afternoon. Master Bert, Oscar, and Billy left around five. Beryl and Blaine left around the same time. They wanted to drop by Breed’s place on the way back to check everything out. Sarge and Titus left around six. Sarge was thanking Master Earl for the afternoon. He could also be a charming man when he wanted to be. He certainly livened up our weekend. It was one story the family told to others in reverent tones for years afterward. Bull and his slave, Charlie, left shortly after. Charlie was well on his way to becoming a slave. He began to see the joy in serving and belonging. Charlie was dressing, and I went in to see if I could help with anything. He was almost ready when he turned to me and grabbed me by the arm. Thanks, Beau,” he said quietly.

“For what, Charlie?” I asked.

“For helping me in the Dungeon this afternoon. I wouldn’t have made it if you hadn’t explained things to me the way you did. It also made me think,‘Well, if Beau can take it, then I should be able to, and if I truly want to become Bull’s slave then this is what I must do,’” he said.

“You’re welcome Charlie. Look at you; are you self-conscious anymore about running around buck naked?” I asked. He shook his head no. “Your Master’s so proud of you he could bust a gut. I'm afraid you're gonna' have to buy him a belly cinch. I’ll bet you’re gonna’ be one lucky slave when he gets you home. You probably won’t be able to sit for a week after he gets through plowing your ass,” I said.

He smiled at me. “That’s what I’m hoping for,” he said and blushed.

I opened my arms to him, and he move to me to let me hug him. He was determined, more than ever, to become the slave Bull wanted and needed. Bull confided in Master Earl that neither one had been happier or more in love in their lives. Bull always secretly fantasized about taking on a male slave after joining the family, but he never found anyone who appealed to him enough to make the change. He always fantasized about Charlie becoming his slave. After that day in the barn they knew they could never turn back. Bull was genuinely concerned for Charlie it might be too hard for him. He wasn't as young as some of the other slaves. Maybe he was being too rough on him. Master Earl assured him he wasn’t. The more strict a master is and the more he disciplines his slave in the beginning, the better slave he’s going to have later. “Think of it like it’s for Charlie’s own good you’re being strict with him. He’ll appreciate and love you all the more. Just be sure to be as lavish with praise and love when he pleases you to reinforce good behavior,” Master Earl said. Bull seemed grateful for Master Earl’s input.

Master Zack and Button left shortly after Bull and Charlie. Master Zack, Button and I had a chance to get off by ourselves and talk. Button couldn’t sit still long enough to listen to our talk. Sarge was motioning for Button to join him and Titus and spent the rest of the afternoon playing with him. He’d been working with Button but in a softer, kinder, more gentle way than anyone he ever worked with before. When he played with Button or had him in a sling he was soft spoken but firm. He could get Button to do anything. Button trusted Sarge completely.

Button loved Sarge because he stopped long enough to listen to him. Sarge would listen to Button by the hour, hold him, and kiss him every now and then. Since Button came out of his shell he found more sincere, genuine male love than he ever experienced in his life. He worshiped Titus and it became his fantasy ambition to become just like Titus for Master Zack. He treated Titus like a second master approved by Sarge. He even called Titus, Master Titus. Titus certainly deserved Button’s adoration.

Master Zack was still aglow from our session in the desert the previous weekend. He couldn’t thank me enough. I told him I should be the one thanking him. He brought a dimension to my life which was earthy, honest, and real. Master Zack lived to be a master. Very few masters you could say that about. I assured him again something was going to happen shortly which would improve his quality of life ten fold. He told me he trusted my words and was still looking forward to my visit. When he left he kissed me with the kiss of a lover, a friend, and a master who knew the lines of separation for each, and would never allow them to blur. I loved him. He loved me.

Chief and Master Jeb left next along with Master Wolf and Zane. Master Jeb let Chief drive him up in his old pickup. Chief was aglow from the invitation to move to Mt. Washington. He picked out one of the biggest rooms in the house. A back upstairs bedroom, across the hall and several doors away from the Dungeon Master’s. He confided he had more room in his new room than he did in his entire apartment in Silverlake. His room had an outside entry stairs he could use if he was out late. He was giving notice to his landlord Monday. He would still have his apartment for our weekend. He called me 'little brother' all afternoon. He made me feel good. Chief had a way about him. He could find some joy in the darkest of days. He wasn’t a Pollyanna who found goodness in everything. He was a realist but had a deep abiding faith in the innate goodness of his fellow man.

Finally there was only the Tucson crowd, Dungeon Master, Master Earl and me. The Tucson family were going to stay a couple of days with Master Earl and stop in and stay a night on Mt. Washington. I was busy cleaning up what little there was left to clean. Oscar, Billy, Zane, Titus, Allen, Cowboy, Blaine, and I did most of the cleaning earlier. I didn’t want my master to have to do it. Dirk and Allen left when Chief and Master Jeb did.

Big Dirk told me, “Your ass is mine next weekend, Slave,” he growled in a menacing manner like a big old bear. Allen giggled and chimed in, “That’s right, Beau. He hasn’t been able to talk about another thing for a month,” he said.

I told them I was looking forward to it. Dirk kissed me a good one when he left. I knew I was going to get to ride Allen’s wild stallion. They had a tiny place. I didn’t see how there was going to be room, but I didn’t say anything. Hell, I’d sleep on the floor.

Master Earl ask Big Jim if he wanted anything else to eat and he said 'no.' He was still full from the hamburgers and other stuff. He was going to stay and take me back to Mt. Washington so my master didn’t have to make the trip over and back. I saw them with their heads together deep in conversation. The Dungeon Master climbed into the spa and Master Earl came into the kitchen where I was finishing putting things away. He walked up behind me and put his arms around me. He reached to my crotch and grabbed my cock and balls. “Your masters were proud of your performance this afternoon, Slave,” he said and kissed me on the neck.

“Thank you, Master,” I replied. I leaned back to feel his cock come in contact with my ass. It began to grow.

“I think you deserve to have your master fuck you one last time this weekend. It will put a good cap on it for us,” my master said.

“I couldn’t agree more, Master,” I replied.

He took my leash and led me down to the dungeon and there proceeded to rape me in the sling. He wasn’t going to see me for a week and he was going to make this fuck last in his mind that long. It sure as Hell did mine. As he was fucking me the rest of the family drifted down into the dungeon to watch. They applauded my master’s performance. Sarge was hot. He got me off, but my master’s brand of fucking was some of the best I ever had. Maybe it was because I was getting so used to his moves that working my ass with him was almost muscle memory and I could let my mind forget about everything but the ecstasy of having this good looking man inside of me taking what he needed. I loved him more than ever. We finished, cleaned up, and returned with the family to the spa. Cowboy, Ben Jr. and I made an evening drink for us. We sat together in the hot water and talked. They talked, I listened.

Master Earl and the Dungeon Master were unbelievable. I hadn’t witnessed this before. They talked about everything on every level. My biggest surprise was Master Earl was keeping up with Big Jim and going down roads that surprised the Hell out of me but certainly not the Dungeon Master. They were like two well tuned cylinders in an internal combustion engine which fired slightly after the intake, depending on the other, to keep it moving. They couldn’t talk about things fast enough. It was great to see and hear. There was a warmth and love that flowed easily between them. Whatever they decided for my future I knew was going to be good.

Everyone was following their conversation and adding comments from time to time, but they were flying tandem. It was wonderful to behold. The Dungeon Master got out of the pool and ordered me out, too. It was about eight o’clock and we had to be back by nine, or I turned into a pumpkin. I laughed because Big Jim was now the recognized, undisputed Dungeon Master. Bi Jim made all the decisions, but he insisted we stick to the rules. Rules ‘is’ rules, I guess. I never challenged them. I learned over the years, rules are there to set parameters and should be adhered to as much as possible, especially between masters and slaves. Don’t consider becoming a slave if you don’t want to live by the rules set down by your master.

I said a sad goodbye to my wonderful master and the family members from Tucson. My respect for him and the grace with which he dealt with every family member from the wealthier to the lower incomes, the intelligent to the simple, grew to worshipful proportions. He treated everyone as equals and went out of his way to see to the happiness and good time of any guest. He was great at moving through a crowd and acknowledging everyone; however, one on one with someone new, he couldn’t speak. If there was even one other, he was all right.

He said it was one of the reasons that kept him from becoming close to Big Jim all those years. When they were alone, he couldn’t talk to him. Big Jim just thought he was either snobbish or didn’t like him. Slowly, through me and several other people, he was around Big Jim more and could relate to him one to one with no problem. Then when he began to feel comfortable around Big Jim they started a dialogue like two computers trying to establish a baud rate.

I strapped my bag on the back of the Dungeon Master’s Harley and climbed on behind him. I waved to my master as we sped away. The ride back to Mt. Washington was not long, but it was magical. Going up the hill you could see the lights of downtown Los Angeles. It was a cool clear summer night. I was becoming a hopeless romantic like the dungeon master. It was a glorious night. Soft winds had swept the sky. Lucy spread the evening sky with her best diamonds. There had never been such a night. There never will be again, but it still exists. I go there often in the comfort of my memory.

The strong smell of a man’s leather jacket, the guttural sounds of a Harley’s exhaust, riding buddy on the back of a big man’s bike will trigger the memory. Then suddenly I’m there on the back of my giant’s Harley, in the middle of that magic night, praying once again, for the ride to go on forever, or at least until we reach our destination, the second star to the right and on ‘til morning. My heart was at peace in never-never land.

End Chapter 23 ~ The Ties That Bind
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