THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 26 ~ The Joshua Tree

Morman Tea

"When the Mormons traveled across the desert they came to rest at a place called Squaw Tank. The rocks made a natural catch basin for rain water and was backed up behind the rocks like a small, deep, natural pond. They were running low on water and had begun rationing. They prayed to God for a miracle to help them find water when they came upon Squaw Tank. They gave thanks and sung hymns of praise to God for saving them. The Mormons remained there for several days and took advantage of the natural, wild buckwheat which they ground into flour and made
buckwheat cakes. They brewed a tasty tea from a natural indigenous herb which became known as Mormon Tea. They were fascinated by the unusually tall cactus growth they had not seen elsewhere on their journey. They named the large cactus with upward pointing branches “The Joshua Tree” because it reminded them of Joshua in the bible raising his arms toward heaven to pray. This cactus, a relative of the familiar Yucca, is endemic only to that particular elevation of the desert and is found nowhere else." ~ From: The Journal of James Red Feather ~           
   

Part I ~ The Power of Love

The next morning Will was a mess. He was racked by such pain he couldn’t get comfortable in any position. The dungeon master insisted we keep our routine. There wasn’t much we could do for him anyway. Big Jim carried him to the downstairs bedroom where Master Jeb could sit with him while we went to run and then to the gym. He tried to eat but couldn’t. I propped him up using five or six pillows so he was in the least discomfort possible. I gave him his medication, but it didn’t seem to be doing anything. The resident gave me his home phone number if we needed anything, but I thought I’d call Yoshie instead.

“Dr. Tagame?” I asked.

“Please, Beau, Yoshie,” he replied.

“Okay, Darlin.’ Will’s in great pain. I gave him the medication as you prescribed, but it don’t seem to be cutting it,” I said.

“You gave him the medication? Let me give Dan a call and see what he says about doubling up on the medication. I’ll call you right back,” Yoshie said. He was good to his word. “Dan said double his medication for today only and see how he’s doing tomorrow. Drop back to one every four hours. Dan said to make him drink lots of liquids because the medication tends to bind people up.  Get him all kinds of fruit juices and have some available for him at all times.”

“Thanks, Yoshie, we really appreciate your help,” I said.

“I have Wednesday off. Dad and I will drive over, and I’ll check him out for you,” Yoshie said.

“That would be swell. We’d love to see you again. My best to Master Sam,” I said and wished him goodbye.

I gave Will another pill and told him we would be back to fix breakfast in a couple of hours. He was comfortable with Master Jeb sitting with him. He became fond of Master Jeb immediately.  Who, the Hell, wouldn’t? The man has my heart locked up in a small box. I’ll always love him.  Will was getting exactly what he needed. Attention and care from some powerful male personalities who exuded love and caring. Chief got up early to check on him. Will didn’t realize Chief lived with us. Beryl and Blaine came down to check on him and give him comfort. He loved the two of them immediately. The kid had good taste.

He was agog over the giant and kept asking him if he really was his master now. The dungeon master assured Will he was now his slave and would be until he was trained properly. Then he’d be sold or transferred as property to a family member, a master who might make a claim for him. The dungeon master further explained when Will said the words, “Yes, Master, I do,” in public with hundreds of witnesses he immediately became the dungeon master’s slave and in turn, the family’s personal property. Will didn’t ask for further details. He simply accepted anything that came out of Big Jim’s mouth as God’s gospel word. He was in pain but in love as well. All these fine looking men doting over him, showing him love, was just what the doctor ordered. Love proved to be almost as strong as the pain medication. He observed Blaine and me with our morning greeting ritual for the masters present and was wowed. He was in tears after he watched us. I remember the first time I saw Billy and Oscar perform the ritual with Master Earl, I was blown away. I thought to myself, ‘Now that’s the way it should be.’

Master Jim and I went for our run and Blaine started breakfast. Chief left for work early, as usual.  He seemed okay from having gotten to bed so late. He was in great spirits. I guess he just wanted to be included. He was pleased everything went like clockwork. Chief was sorry for Will and what he suffered, but at least he was alive. He would mend in body, and we were damn sure going to see to it he healed in spirit. He became loved by everyone immediately. He was quiet, unassuming, bright, and mannerly. We loved him, and he could do no wrong.

The second pill did the trick, and he became a bit more comfortable. He was able to eat a little. I found an old bed tray someone used once. It was in the attic store room. I remembered seeing it when we were moving stuff around to store the Christmas decorations. I cleaned it, and it was perfect for feeding him in the bed. He wanted to come to the table, but I insisted he rest for the first couple of days until he wasn't quite so sore.

In a way, Will felt like he died and went to heaven. He never mentioned Brad’s name again unless it had to do with appearing in court. He had no fear as long as we were behind him and we were to a man. We would be there to witness what the asshole did to him. Big Jim made sure the initial medical exam got forwarded to the right place at the Long Beach Police Department and followed up to make sure they received it. They did and were grateful. Brad was still in jail. Good, let him rot. He fucked with the wrong fairy and lost. That fairy, an angel really, was Wes.

The dungeon master and I were in and out all day getting stuff done we needed to accomplish. We were in great spirits we pulled off the rescue with success, but I was regretful I didn’t move sooner.  It happened so fast, I moved as soon as I saw Will was in danger. Master Jim said he was proud of me. That’s all I needed, a pat on the back from my master for a job well done. I got more praise from everyone including my other master who stopped by on his way to work, in uniform, to check on Will.

Poor Will couldn’t believe when a handsome hyper-masculine LAPD Motorcycle Officer walked into his room, called him by name and asked how he was doing. He didn’t recognize Master Earl at first. He couldn’t believe Master Earl was a real cop. A motor officer at that. When Master Earl hugged him, Will’s face brightened as if an angel touched him. My master was an angel in uniform. People would stop and stare everywhere he went he was so handsome. He was the most arresting cop I ever met.

“Will, this is my other Master, Master Earl, who was with us yesterday when we rescued you,” I explained.

Master Earl gave Will a big hug. “Thank you, Master Earl,” he said, “Beau, you’re really lucky to have three such wonderful men as masters.”

“I agree, Little One, I love them very much. You’ll understand more about our circumstances as we explain some things to you. It’s not quite the way it seems on the surface. There’s more to this story than you see right now. You’re just seeing the tip of the iceberg,” I further explained.

“It’s all so new and wonderful to me. I never knew there were men like you around, living as a family,” he said.

He started crying again thinking of the shit he went through for the last three years. These men were masters but they weren’t mean to their slaves. On the contrary, they were showing real love and affection for each other. There was no doubt who was master and who was slave, but there wasn’t the constant turmoil and pain, both physical and mental, he was exposed to.

Brad was living proof not every fairy who buys a motorcycle and a leather jacket understands what it means to be a master. Unfortunately, Brad had no love for himself. He hated who he was. He hated everything about his life. Like so many leather queens his attempts at becoming a master became a hopeless parody of masculinity. If he wasn’t so mean spirited one could almost feel sorry for him. He saw life as one disappointment after another and felt it his duty to provide the same for his slave. He was the type who would beat an animal to death because it didn’t performed to human expectations. He damn near beat an animal to death, genus: Homo sapiens; or, if you will, Homo-homo sapiens.

In an open society you can’t tell everyone how to live their lives. Most are left to drift through life like bumper cars, hoping to get through with the least bang-ups as possible. If one turns out to be a Brad or a complete sociopath (no conscience for their actions) and they act out, is it their fault or the fault of a society which makes no effort to teach basic living concepts; how to treat others, manners, social graces, or whatever you want to call it? It turns out, if we choose to have such freedoms then those who cannot find their way are, indeed, responsible for their actions. If we have these freedoms then we have choices. It becomes our choice to live with anger, unhappiness, discomfort, and disappointment or to search for a better way, but religion is not the answer.  

Unless someone learns to love themselves, learns who they are and becomes comfortable with it, can they never expect to give or receive love. Religion? A total fail. The untestable claims of myths and superstition dwell in the hearts and minds of men in the name of any religion because of early imprinting, fear, guilt, ignorance, intellectual laziness, and unrelenting social pressure. Modern Christianity, in particular, perverted the aspect of being born again. To be born again is to be reborn to the ability to give and receive love unconditionally from your fellow man. That requires empathy. There is no room in modern religions for empathy. I was being reborn to the role and life of becoming a loving and giving slave. The sense of freedom was overwhelming, but Jesus and religion had nothing to do with it.     

From the beginning of his physical recovery we began to work to heal Will’s damaged mental state and repair his self image. It became an ongoing, day by day process to understand and give him unconditional love. He was responding much as I did when I met Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master; like a duck to water. He began to heal quicker than anyone expected due to excellent care and loving attention. The first week we never left him alone. If he thought we were going to leave him by himself he got agitated. We didn’t leave him alone. We made sure there was always someone with him.

Yoshie and Master Sam dropped by for dinner Wednesday evening. Will was stunned and wowed his doctor was a slave and very much in love with his handsome master; to say nothing about the fact his doctor was a member of his new family and came for dinner as well. He was impressed.  Yoshie was amazed at the speed of Will’s recovery from Sunday night. He no longer needed the pain pills every four hours and would only take one if he was really uncomfortable. “Doctor Dan said it when you guys walked out. ‘Will is a lucky little fellow. Those men know how to give him love. Never underestimate the power of love, Yoshie!’” Yoshie related Doc Bear’s words. Yoshie said he thought to himself, ‘If you only knew what I know about the power of love, Dan, and the situation behind the rescue of this young man you would have to change your pants.’ Everyone  laughed.

Will slept every night between his new master and his big brother and didn’t seem to prefer one over the other when it came to cuddling him at night. He was an equal opportunity lover. His whole persona was soaking up his new life like a sponge. Master Jeb talked to him by the hour, carefully leading him into the ways Will so longed to experience. To experience the freedom and joy of being a good master’s slave was Will's vision of bliss. Will, like so many, just accepted to find love as a slave he must suffer abuse and humiliation for no purpose.

Chief began to work with him using his newly learned skills at directing him toward what he wanted to become. Chief, like Master Jeb, established for himself what Will truly wanted for his life. Neither man wanted to guide anyone into something they were unsure of or didn’t want. With Will, there was no doubt in his mind what he wanted. Especially with the introduction to these men who promised a life as a slave he could never have imagined. A life of serving another man, being respected and loved for his talents and efforts, a concept almost unimaginable to him before last Sunday.

What a horrible thing to have to accept incomplete pieces of love, bits at a time from a self-centered, uncaring, sadistic egocentric sociopath bastard. There are those who seek that. Their level of sublimated homosexual guilt is so deep, if they can’t inflict misery on themselves, they find someone who will gladly do it for them. For every yin there is a yang. Will began to refer to Big Jim as Dungeon Master, even though he hadn’t seen the dungeon. It was explained to him it was a title of honor and respect within the family. The Dungeon Master was responsible for the care and training of new slaves.

“Then, are you a new slave, Beau?” he asked.

“Yes, Little Brother, Master Jim, our family’s Dungeon Master, Master Jeb, and of late, Chief, are my training masters. Master Earl, I hope, will eventually become my main master. Now do you understand how I might have three masters?” I asked.

“Yes, I do. Then there might be a possibility I may have three masters for a while. Master Jim, Master Jeb, Chief, and perhaps another master who might make a claim for me?” he asked.

“That’s the way it works. Actually, you may have as many as four masters, three to train you and one waiting for you to complete slave training. Don’t forget about Chief Red Feather. He will be very much involved with your training. Right now, you’re under the protection of four pretty powerful masters who want nothing but the best for you. Master Beryl is our family or clan leader.  You’re under his protection. You’re also under the protection of Master Jim, Master Jeb, and Chief.  Chief, or Jim Red Feather is a master, but he’ll ask you to call him Chief. He know’s you mean Master Chief when you call him Chief.

“I’ve become a full fledged slave through a formal ceremony and initiation as recognized by our family. I’ll be put on the market and sold in approximately two weeks. Hopefully, Master Earl will win the bid, and I’ll become his slave for life; however, there’s a chance he won’t win the bid, and I’ll have to become another man’s slave. I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll have to adjust, learn to serve, and love my new master,” I said.

“You and Master Earl belong together, Beau. I’ve seen how he looks at you and you look at him.  You’re both gah-gah over each other,” Will said.

“Is it that noticeable, Sprout?” I smiled, knowing he was dead on.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, and smiled knowing I knew.

“Who is this master I’m suppose to fall in love with, Beau?” he asked.

“I can’t tell you. Nature has to take its course. He doesn’t know about you either. You’ll discover each other at the same time,” I explained.

“When will I meet him?” Will asked.

“Not for a while,” I replied. (Well, next weekend was a while away.) “You want to be healed and ready to serve him don’t you?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, Beau, sure I do,” he replied. “I’m feeling a lot better, Beau. Can I go with you and the Dungeon Master this weekend to meet more of the family?” Will asked.

“I can’t say. Remember, I’m just a slave. That will have to be up to your three masters to decide, but I’ll respectfully request consideration on your behalf if you wish?” I replied. (We planned to take him anyway.)

“Oh, please, Beau, I want to meet the family. Please, I’ll ask him, too. He’s easy to talk with. The Dungeon Master listens to me and encourages me. I know he loves me. I would never be afraid of him even if he does make four of me. In the bar that afternoon a voice told me to trust him, it was important. I did trust him and I still do. I probably always will,” Will said sincerely.

'Wes, put those thing in his head,' I thought. “I know what you mean, Dear-heart, he’s a wonderful man and you never have to fear telling him the secrets of your heart; nor Master Jeb, or Chief for that matter,” I said to Will.

“I can tell you anything, too, can’t I, Beau?” he asked.

“Yes, you certainly can, we all love you, and you’re my little brother. You’re special to me,” I said.

By Friday Will was down to a couple of pain pills a day and was up and around the house most of the day. He was beginning to eat and regain his sense of humor. He was becoming a joy to everyone, especially Master Jeb and Chief. They fell in love with the little shit. He was another like Allen. You couldn’t help fall in love with him. I laughed to myself. Master Zack won’t know what hit him. Poor man, he doesn’t stand a chance.

Will was treated like any other slave. He was not allowed to wear clothes in the house, and cried when the Dungeon Master and I brought home his own collar with dog tags stating who he belonged to. He was so proud of the little tag stating he was the slave of the Dungeon Master “Big Jim” of the Family Clan McInnis. He hugged and kissed Big Jim and thanked him numerous times.  He began to perform the ritual greeting even though it was hard for him to get down and up. Every master patiently waited and sometimes gave him a hand up to show him love. He was on his way.

We talked to Yoshie, who confirmed with Dan, we could wait until Monday to bring Will in for his check up. The blood was almost gone from his eyes, and he was getting around much better. Dan said sure. Yoshie told Dan he would be with Will part of the weekend. Yoshie let his hair down with Dan later. Dan and his slave of ten years came into the family about six months later. He was one of the most lovable masters in the family. You’d never guess he was a top-notch doctor to see him and his slave on his Harley.

Even with the added responsibility of Will, the Dungeon Master and I managed to keep our schedule including Hell Fridays. I didn’t mind, I was so looking forward to the weekend nothing could bring me down. We did a lot of extra shit for the owner of the gym that morning preparing him for the weekend. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t thank us enough. Big Jim took the opportunity to ask him if we might bring a third person to help and work out with us. The owner said sure, no problem. I knew what the Dungeon Master had in mind. He was going to start building Will like he did me. I was so happy with my image in the mirror I said a prayer of thanks for Big Jim every time I looked. I would’ve never done it on my own. With a slave driver behind me, I did it, and I was proud of myself.

Big Jim teased me mercilessly about the coming weekend. I never said a word about it. That’s how he knew I was looking forward to it with eager anticipation. He could read me like a fucking book.  Every time he mentioned Master Zack’s name he watched me turn beet red. He would do it just to watch me change colors like a fucking chameleon. Then he would slap his leg, roar with laughter, and point his finger at me. He was so cruel, but he made me laugh at myself. He never just said “Zack” as one master might refer to another, it was always “Master Zack.” Master Zack this and Master Zack that until I got an erection, then he would go nuts laughing at me.

I hated him. I loved him. What’a ya’ gonna’ do when someone gets your number and nails it to the restroom wall? Just laugh at yourself. Go with it. The funniest thing was, he was dead on and he knew it. He knew I was really fond of Master Zack and we established a master/slave friendship bond which was meaningful to both. The Dungeon Master was exercising his little boy who was taking great delight in teasing his little brother for having a crush on a kid at school. What does the little brother feel? Mortified, embarrassed; he loves his brother but hates him at the same time.  There you have it, I could have killed him and told God he died.

“Beau, how did you get a body like that?” Will asked.

“Courtesy of the Dungeon Master, Will. You’ll look better than me when he gets through with you.  Then we’ll take you back to that bar in Long Beach and parade you in front of that son of a bitch, Brad. We’ll rub it in his face what a real master can do with a little love and some good training of a fine quality slave. That is if he ever gets out of jail,” I said. Will and I laughed. “I’ll wear my slave collar with you. We’ll let everyone know you’re my little slave bro, I’m your big slave bro, and we belong to the biggest damn master in the bar. Then we’ll rub it in Queen Brad’s face that your big slave bro whipped his nelly ass, and if he ever tries anything he’ll get his ass kicked again.” Will really enjoyed my fantasy scenario. We both did.

“You’re proud to be a slave, aren’t you, Beau? he asked.

“You betch’um, Kiddo,” I replied.

“I want to be proud, too,” he said.

“I promise you will be. Do you believe me?” I asked.

“I’d believe anything you guys tell me. You’ve neither lied to me nor misled me.” Will replied.

“You will walk tall, Will, as a good man’s slave. You will walk tall being the Dungeon Master’s temporary slave. He takes his responsibilities seriously and loves you very much. He will expect the best from you including your love. Why, only this morning he made arrangements with our gym owner to bring you with us to help with maintenance and to workout with us. He’s already planning for your future. He’ll wait until you’re healed though. He won’t ask more of you than you can do, but he’s firm and demanding. He won’t accept less than your best,” I explained.

About that time the Dungeon Master came into Will’s downstairs bedroom with a couple of packages. One was a couple pair of “Tuff Nuts” overalls like he and I wear and several pair of socks. Will started crying, and I motioned to Big Jim to comfort him. He didn’t hesitate. “Listen to me, Son. You’re my slave now, and I’m gonna’ take care of you. We all are. You have family now.  I made you a promise in the bar where we rescued you I would never hurt you; didn’t I?” Jim asked.

“Yes, sir, Dungeon Master,” Will replied and sniffled.

“I meant what I said, Sprout,” Big Jim said forcefully, “Your first lesson as a slave is to learn to trust me. Think you can do that?” he asked and smiled.

“I already do trust you, sir. I love you, Master Jim,” Will said as he threw his good arm around the Dungeon Master’s big neck.

“You gotta' know we love you, too, Scamp. Now, let’s see if you can get into these. We want our new slave to look like we love him and are taking good care of him, don’t we? Especially, if we’re gonna’ introduce him to his new family,” Big Jim said and grinned.

Will's face brightened. “I’m gonna’ get to go with you guys?” he asked with excitement.

“Yes, both doctors cleared it. We’ll take you in Monday for your check up,” said the Dungeon Master.


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Part II ~  Wild Buckwheat

The Dungeon Master borrowed Chief’s truck to take us to the desert. Will was healing nicely and faster than his physicians anticipated, but he couldn’t have managed the trip on the back of a bike.  His bike was with Dirk who was checking it out and tuning it up for him, no charge. It was a wonderful afternoon as we drove to the desert. We left the pad in the back for Will, but he insisted on riding up front between us. He beamed, he was so happy. Every now and then Master Jim would rub his head, and he would just smile at him. Allen gave him a new recruit haircut. It would only be closer if he shaved it. Allen did the same for the Dungeon Master and me. We looked like Little Frick, Big Frick, and of course giant economy size Frack. We had on the same make overalls with no shirts and bandannas tied on our heads. We looked hot, but we somewhat resembled those little Russian dolls you fit a smaller one inside a larger one inside a larger one inside a larger one... Will was so proud to be dressed like the big guys. He was included. He belonged.
 
The Dungeon Master bought Will’s overalls a size larger than we measured him. He liked the comfort of the extra room, and he looked so fucking hot I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I wouldn’t let him wear underwear, and Will would giggle like a school boy when the Dungeon Master or I would run our hands down inside to play with him. He loved the attention from both of us.

The Dungeon Master wanted to arrive a little early in case we had any complications with Will. I didn’t foresee any, but it never hurts to be safe. We left about two-thirty in the afternoon and got to Master Zack’s small ranch in Joshua Tree around four. It was unbelievable. It was completely hidden among huge boulders that had to be thirty to forty feet high. It was a full five acres inside the round area created by the huge rocks. To enter the property you had to drive between two huge boulders which were only about twenty feet apart. Master Zack built a ten foot high wall all the way across the space and you had to open two six foot wide gates to drive in.

Once the gates were closed the only way out was to walk between the boulders. It gave you a feeling of complete privacy. Master Zack’s house was a rambling concrete block home with a second story on one end with six extra bedrooms, each with a full bath. It had once been a hot springs spa. There was a huge natural swimming pool made from the natural rocks of the desert.  Beautifully done with two spas; a small one was attached to the pool but there was a much larger one, huge, further away in the corner of two of the giant rocks. It spilled its waters into a small man-made waterfall which ran down a fifteen foot stream into the main pool. It was a beautiful natural setting, and everything was neat as a pin. The place looked like Master Zack should live there.

Button came out of the house yelling at the top of his lungs. “It’s Beau and the Dungeon Master, Dad! Come on, Dad!” he hollered to his master.

Button didn’t have a lick of clothes on. Just his collar and his medallion. I warned Will about Button not having a cock. He didn’t seem upset about seeing Button in the raw. Button went through the ritual greeting with Master Jim, hugging, and kissing him. Next he ran and jumped in my arms, hugged and kissed me. He was still wearing his magic medallion.

“Button this is our new slave, Will,” I introduced them

“Hello, Button, good to meet you,” Will said and stuck out his hand.

Button took one look at Will and jumped for his arms. He could see the tape and bandages. He hugged Will gently and kissed him. “Welcome to our home, Brother,” Button said.

Will was impressed. Master Zack came out of the screen door to the porch of the house to greet the Dungeon Master and saw me helping Will across the way to the house. I fell to my knees in front of Master Zack and lovingly kissed his boots. We completed the ritual by hugging and kissing for a long minute or so. He was glad to see me.

The Dungeon Master spoke, “Master Zack may I present our new family slave, Will,” he said and snapped his finger at Will to kneel. Will was already on his way down. He lovingly kissed Master Zack’s boots, found his hand, kissed it gently, then moved it to his forehead. “Arise, handsome slave,” Zack didn’t finish the ritual. He helped the young man to stand, held Will at arms length looking at his bandages, then deep into his eyes and said, “Welcome home, Son,” Master Zack said. He hugged and kissed Will tenderly. Will started crying in his arms and Zack comforted him.  “There’s no one here who will harm you, boy. You’re welcome here. You’re a member of our family; no one will ever hurt you again,” he promised Will

“Thank you, Master Zack, I’m proud to be here. Thanks for letting me come,” Will said.

“Make yourself at home, Lad. Anything you need, just ask; understand?” Zack asked.

“Yes, sir, Master Zack, thank you, sir,” Will replied.

Zack helped Will into the house and got everyone a cold glass of iced tea to drink. Damn, it was good. He came around behind me and ran his hands down inside my overalls and found my cock and balls. He hugged me up to him, and kissed me on the neck while he gently played with old swinger and my balls. He got me harder than a rock in seconds. He looked at the Dungeon Master who had a shit eating grin on his big ruggedly handsome face and winked. “You been taking care of this slave, Dungeon Master?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“Not as much as I’d like, Master Zack. He’s had a full plate lately taking care of our new slave and everyone else, too, but he’s done one Hell of a job. We’re proud of him,” Big Jim said.

“I can tell, he needs to be drained good a couple of times. He needs a whip taken to his butt to get some meanness out a’ him I notice from that twinkle in his eye,” Master Zack allowed. God, the way that man talked could get me instantly hard and keep me that way for hours. My old dick would soil my overalls with drool spots. Good thing I was made to run around in the nude most of the time.

“We were kind a hoping you’d do that for us this weekend, Whip Master. He’s developed a powerful mean streak. May take a couple of sessions to get it all out,” the Dungeon Master winked at Master Zack.

“I think we might be able to get that meanness out of him this weekend. I got a nice whip in my dungeon with his name on it,” Master Zack said in mock seriousness.

“I’d really appreciate it, Master Zack. It’s Hell to be a good slave with a powerful built up mean streak,” I said and everyone laughed.

“Damn, it’s good to see you again, you little shit,” Master Zack said to me as he winked at Will and Master Jim.

“You don’t how good it is to be here and see you again, Master Zack. The cherry on top is I get to be your slave for the whole fucking weekend. My luck couldn't get no better'n 'nat, my good master. I been looking forward to this day for weeks,” I confessed.

“I’ve heard nothing else for the last week,” the Dungeon Master said and rolled his eyes. Everyone laughed.

“No more glad than we are; right, kiddo?” Zack asked and put his arm around Button.

“Really, Beau, it’s the only thing either of us have talked about for the last two weeks,” Button confirmed his master's sentiment. We laughed again.

We were the first to arrive, but it wasn’t long before the entire fam-damily started arriving.

“Earl’s not coming ‘til tomorrow morning. Everyone else should be here this evening sometime. I guess you probably heard Breed is back with his new master?” Master Zack asked.

A chill ran through my body. “Oh, God!” I cried, “I don’t know if I can face Josh Cochran,” I said.

“Of course you can, Beau. You have your family who loves you to give you the courage. Take strength from that,” Master Zack said with conviction. He surprised me. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I thanked him and hugged him.

“Beau, is the Josh Cochran you’re talking about my platoon leader in Nam what got his dick shot off?” Will asked.

“The very same, Little Brother. I was the doc what took care of him,” I said sadly.

“Jesus Christ! I can’t imagine. I’ll look forward to seeing him again,” Will said.

“You don’t look in the best of shape yourself, Young Man. Tell me, my handsome young slave, how you happen to be bandaged up?” Master Zack asked Will with concern.

“My last master did this to me, Master Zack. He almost killed me, sir,” he replied. A tear ran down Will’s cheek. “The Dungeon Master, Beau, and several of their friends rescued me. The Dungeon Master and the good men on Mount Washington are taking care of me. I belong to them now. See, I got me a tag on my collar what says I belong to the Dungeon Master, “Big Jim,” of the Family Clan McInnis. The Dungeon Master and Beau saved my life. How can I ever repay them, Master Zack?” Will asked and started crying again. Master Zack put his arms around him to comfort the boy and kissed him gently.

“There, there, Little One, knowing these men the way I do they don’t need no thanks, they just want your love. You give them that and that’s all the thanks they need,” Zack said with all the master love in his heart.

“Amen to that, Master Zack. Well said, sir,” added the Dungeon Master.

Will was enchanted by the man, I could tell. He couldn’t take his eyes off Master Zack. Zack couldn’t take his eyes off Will, although he tried for Button’s sake. He couldn’t do enough for Will or me for that matter. I was glad to see the chemistry taking place. Wes sure knew what the fuck he was doing. I could only hope, selfishly, he was looking out for me.
 
Button showed Will and I where to store our gear. He left us to undress. I helped Will off with his boots and overalls. Master Zack wanted us in chaps, boots, and vests for the desert. I saw Will in his chaps at the bar, but I didn’t really notice how well made they were or how well they fit him.  His little ass stuck out like two bowling balls in a gunny sack. Sweet Jesus, the kid had a nice butt.  I started getting hard looking at it and laughed. He noticed my erection

“Damn, Beau, you got a big dick when it stands up and salutes. How come you’re getting excited?" he asked innocently.

“Want me to be honest?” I asked and grinned at him.

“You always are. Why would now be any different?” he asked.

“Good point, Little Bro,” I replied and grinned at him, “It’s that fine look’n little butt of yours what’s causing this.” I grabbed him and played with his little ass, and he played with mine. He felt my plug for the first time.

“Holy shit, that’s a big plug. You wear that all the time?” he asked in awe.

“E’aup! The Dungeon Master done put it in me the first night I met him, and it ain’t been out since, except for necessaries,” I laughed, “and, of course, when my masters wish to use my ass.”

“Will I get one, too?” he asked with anticipation.

“Probably, but they’ll start you with a smaller one and work your way up,” I said. Will started getting an erection from the talk.

“Master Zack is a handsome man, Beau, in a ruggedly masculine way. Brad was a little too prissy for my taste, but he could talk some shit, and stupid me, I fell for it. I much prefer a man what works hard every day for a living and has a body to match. He don’t have to be a knockout.  Master Zack’s just the kind of man I’ve always dreamed about serving, but I know I ain’t good enough for him. Beside, he done got himself a slave,” Will said.

“Remember what our Dungeon Master said yesterday, to trust him?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“When the Dungeon Master and your other masters get through with you and you’re fully trained, you ain’t gonna’ say something stupid like that about yourself. You will certainly be good enough for any master in our family who wishes to bid on you, and that includes Master Zack,” I said.

“I hope so. Is the man you have in mind for me a good looking man or his he ruggedly handsome like Master Zack?” he asked.

“I’ll leave that up to you. I can’t really describe him. He’s both I suppose,” I mused.

“Damn, I’d give anything to find a man as good looking as Master Zack to serve. Don’t you think he’s handsome?” Will asked.

“You really think he’s good looking?” I asked, “I hadn’t noticed. I guess he has a certain appeal. I never really thought about it,” I lied through my teeth. The kid looked at me and smiled a knowing grin.

“Like Hell!” he said with a big grin. “I ain’t blind. I see the love what passes between you two. I can almost reach out and touch it,” he declared. I loved Will, he had a sense of humor. In our family it was almost a prerequisite for survival.

“Handsome?” I said, “He’s fucking, drop dead gorgeous, and you know it,” I said.

We laughed so hard it hurt his ribs. I helped him on with his boots and vest. I barely managed to get it over his cast and rehang his arm sling. The vest hid some of his bandages. He looked hot; especially, his ass. Oh, momma, that little ass. I knew it would do the trick. Master Zack was a dead man. Once he caught sight of that sweet thing, it would all over but the transfer ceremony. So much for slave, Beau. I couldn’t have been more happy. We already had our collars on before we left. We walked back in the room and Master Zack whistled.

“Dungeon Master, what have you been doing with this slave? Vest off, Slave!” Master Zack commanded and motioned to me. I obeyed. He walked over and put his hands on me to turn me around. He whistled long and low. “Those tits are just about ripe for ringing, Dungeon Master.  Damn, you mean this cake of beef is all mine for the weekend? Worth twice the price I paid, at least,” he said.

Then he turned to Will and looked him up and down. He turned Will around, and I heard Zack suck in air at the first sight of Will’s butt. He grinned at me like a dirty old man. He took Will’s cock and balls in his hand and gently closed it around them. Master Zack looked deeply into Will’s trusting eyes and spoke softly, “Welcome home, Son,” he grabbed Will gently and hugged him again.

“It’s good to be home, especially in your arms, Master,” Will said.

Who told the kid to say that? I didn’t. That damn Wes? I just knew it. I laughed to myself. Had to talk to that kid about where that came from. Hell, I didn’t have to, I knew. The Dungeon Master looked at me and rolled his eyes. I just shrugged. We were both laughing our asses off inside. He mouthed the name ‘Wes,’ I shook my head affirmative, and we both went off again.

Dirk and Allen were the next to arrive. They hadn’t been to the desert a lot. They were still in their giddy phase. They greeted everyone. Allen did his ritual with the two masters. Dirk hugged and kissed me after my ritual with him. He kissed me a good one, too. Once again the Dungeon Master introduced Will as our new family slave. Will knelt in front of the huge mean looking bear-man and completed his ritual. He found two massive hands under him lifting him gently to his big chest. Dirk kissed him tenderly and spoke in his ear. “Welcome to our family, handsome slave-boy. No man will hurt you here, or they’ll have me to reckon with,” Dirk said with such a growl there was no doubt in anyone’s mind he would protect the boy if need be. Will was agog. The fine looking bear of a man seemed to know him and was treating him like a close relative.

“Master Dirk has your bike at his shop. He’s the top Harley mechanic in Southern California. He’s checking it out and tuning it for you,” I told Will. He hugged Big Dirk again and thanked him. He had Dirk’s heart in the palm of his hand.

Allen came over, kissed him, and gently hugged him. “Your last master did this to you?” Allen asked knowingly. Will nodded sadly. “Won’t happen in this family, trust me, Kid,” Will smiled to hear that. Allen excused himself and went to take his clothes off.

Bull and Charlie were the next to arrive and Will was really taken by the two of them, but he seemed a little shy with bull. He couldn’t believe Charlie was a slave. Charlie was a different man.  He carried himself proudly, and gained a much more assured presence about him. He was beginning to bloom like he was becoming the total person he was meant to be. He was much more comfortable with his role as a slave to his master. Once he learned Bull wasn’t going to arbitrarily dump him if he made mistakes learning to be a slave, Charlie settled down and started gaining more confidence in himself. He could deal with the aspect of punishment for his mistakes, but he couldn’t abide the thought of losing Bull. Neither knew it at the time, but their relationship was secure for life.
 
When Will went through the ritual with Bull he was shaking. He was actually a little frightened of Bull. For all his ruggedness and alpha-male gruff, Bull was a compassionate man and could sense Will’s fear of him. Bull fell to his knees and looked Will in the eye. With tears in his eyes Bull spoke softly to Will, “Good thing I wasn’t there to see that guy do this to you, Son, he’d be dead right now, and I’d be in jail. Now, stop your shaking and give this old man a good kiss. Show me some sweet slave-boy love’n, Kid,” Will stopped shaking and threw his arms around Bull's neck and kissed him passionately. I think he was surprised Bull didn’t hold back. Will instantly bonded with Bull and Charlie as friends.

Big Beryl and Blaine arrived next. Will was so glad to see them he almost hurt himself getting to his knees in front of Master Beryl. After the ritual Beryl helped him up and held him. “Glad to see you’re feeling better, Youngster. You had us worried there for a while,” he said. Will kept hugging and kissing Beryl. Beryl fell in love with him just like the rest of us. When Blaine came out of the bedroom with his clothes off Will was shocked. I warned Will, but either he forgot or it was a bigger shock than he anticipated.

Blaine simply walked up to Will, took his hand, and put it right on his cunt. “I’m this way for two reasons, Will. The first reason was the cause of the second: I’m an ignorant fool. Second reason, I accepted my old man as my master many years ago and signed away my personal rights to him to become his slave. I essentially gave my life over to him. With the stroke of a pen, I became his personal property. I belonged to him, lock, stock, and cock. I was young and foolish and thought it was only for make believe, and he would never hold me to such a ridiculous contract. I was wrong.

"While I tried hard to be a good slave for him I just couldn’t seem to give up fucking cunt. He warned me so many times I lost count. He told me I had to stop fucking cunt, because he held a contract, which I signed in good faith, that said my only purpose in life was to see to his needs, to please and pleasure him and bring him comfort. He told me that contract gave him the right to have any body modification done to me he felt necessary as my owner. My master told me if I didn’t obey him and honor it he was gonna’ have my cock and balls cut off.

"I didn’t believe him. I thought he was bullshitting me. He finally gave me an ultimatum, and I ignored it. I thought he was bluffing. Everyone of my biker friends and family came to me and warned me he was serious and wasn’t just blowing smoke up my ass. I laughed at them. I disobeyed my master one too many times, and he decided if I loved cunt so much he would give me one to wear between my legs for the rest of my life. That’s why I’m this way, Will,” Blaine finished and smiled at Will. "Now, before you feel sorry for me, let me assure you, signing that old man's contract was unwittingly the single smartest thing I ever did in my sorry life," Blaine added.

“How does it feel when you’re getting fucked by your master, Blaine?” Will asked.

“It’s the only way I can reach a climax, Will, and my old man fucks me so good he gets me off every damn time. It feels fucking wonderful to have him up there inside me rooting around. It gives him one more hole to pleasure him, and it does bring him comfort. Isn’t that what a slave is for?” Blaine asked.

“Oh, yes, Blaine, I’m almost envious,” Will said. Blaine hugged him and kissed him.

“Later this weekend, we’ll get together, and I’ll tell you the ‘hole’ story,” Blaine laughed.

Will wasn’t so surprised by Allen.

More and more family began to arrive. Master Bert, Oscar, and Billy arrived. I prepared Will and he handled them better than Blaine for some reason. In fact he was turned on by Billy just like I was. I told him who Billy was, and he remembered him from the muscle magazines. “Imagine that.  Clancey McGee. I can’t get over it. It’s really him. I jacked off to his picture many times, Beau,” Will said in awe of the big body builder.

Sarge came stomping in puffing on a big stogie with Titus on a leash. Button ran to them and fell to his knees in front of Sarge. He completed the ritual, Sarge grabbed him up in his arms, hugged, and kissed him. Titus did the same. Button was in heaven. Sarge came over to me and let me go through the ritual with him, hugged, and kissed me hard. "It’s damn good to see you, Slave. How ya’ been, Studly?” he asked and laughed. He'd been talking with Dirk and Allen.

“Fine, you sweet old master,” I said laughing.

“Shhh! Don’t spread it around,” he said with a wink. I hugged and kissed Titus.

“And, who do we have here?” Sarge bellowed.

Master Zack showed up behind Will with his hands on his shoulders.

“Sarge, may I present our family’s newest slave, Will Blake,” Master Zack said, snapped his fingers at Will to kneel. Will completed the ritual with the big man. Sarge hugged, and kissed him gently.

“If I’d a’ been there when this happen to you, Son, your ex-master would be one dead motherfucker,” Sarge said with confidence. Will was impressed. He hugged and kissed Titus as well. He was really impressed by Titus. More family was arriving by the hour. This made a huge impression on Will.

“All these folks are your family, Beau?” he asked.

“Correction, Will...our family. They’re your family, now, as well,” I said.

I saw a Harley pull up out front I recognized. It was Breed and the big man next to him on a big chopped hog was Joshua Cochran. God, he was better looking than I remembered. No wonder Breed gave up being a master to become his slave. Penis or no penis, he was one rough, rugged, mean looking, handsome son of a bitch. My heart flew to my throat. I didn’t tell Will the whole story of my experience with Josh Cochran. I didn’t bring his cock along. It was still in my master’s saddle bag on his bike. As if it were an answer to an unspoken prayer, Master Earl pulled up next to Breed and greeted him. I watched as Breed introduced his new Master, Josh Cochran. Josh snapped his fingers at Breed to kneel before Master Earl. Breed went through the ritual with my master, then they kissed and hugged. They walked into the house, Breed saw me, ran to me to hug and kiss me. He looked at Will. “Blake?” he asked.

“Yes, Breed, it’s me,” Breed gently hugged, kissed Will and they cried in each others arms. “I heard your master did this to you, Will,” Breed choked out looking at Will and remembering his violence toward Yoshie. It cut through his soul like a knife.

“Yes, Breed, he wasn't a nice man,” Will said quietly.

“Oh, God, brother, I’m so sorry. You can’t know how sorry I am,” Breed cried, hugged, and kissed Will again.

“I’m better now. Beau’s taking good care of me, and I have lots of fine men who are showing me love,” Will replied.

“They’re good men, especially Beau. He saved my ass in Nam. Our family will take care of you, Will. Trust them, Brother. They done wonders for me. By the way, my new master is your old platoon leader, Lieutenant Joshua Cochran,” Breed said.

Will went white. “Beau told me he was coming, but I heard he lost his private parts and died in Nam. We both got shot up at the same time, and they sent me home. I never knew what happened to him,” Will cried.

Josh Cochran walked up with my master. I fell to my knees to perform the ritual with my master. I was already crying because he arrived at the same time. Wes to the rescue again. I fell to my knees again in front of Josh Cochran, but I couldn’t kiss his boots, I started sobbing so hard. The next thing I knew he was on his knees holding me. Through my tears I kept telling him, “Master Cochran – Josh – I’m so sorry. I’m so ashamed. I’m so fucking ashamed I failed you, sir. Oh, God, Master Cochran, I failed you. Forgive me, please. I hurt inside so bad, Master Cochran,” I wailed.

The fucking gut wrenching pain came back. It was the worst pain I experienced in my life. From the bottom of my gut there was a pit that opened that was trying to swallow my soul. I felt for a minute it just might. I could see his handsome masculine face the day I cauterized his wound.  Even though I shot him up with morphine and gave him a joint of killer weed he was still in agony.  In the field you learned to improvise. We really didn’t have time to do a lot of patching because of the sheer number of wounded.
 
You did what you could and some you just had to leave behind. Cauterizing a wound in the field was hard because you had no source of heat to sear the flesh. Some guys took to smoking cigars as a last stop measure to cauterize small areas. Trouble was the blood would most times put out the stogie. I complained to a buddy of mine who sent me a small, thick plastic disk about the size of a fifty cent piece with concentric circles running around one side. He explained it was a miniature ‘Fresnel Lens’ that concentrated the sun’s rays to several thousand degrees centigrade almost instantly.

It would start a fire in a solid block of wood in seconds. I kept it on my dog tags constantly for just such an occasion. I could aim the beam and watch as the heat cauterized the flesh just to the point of ceasing the blood flow. I basically cooked his flesh around the area. It worked fast and was efficient. Many field corpsmen learned from me and wore them. Before I started working on him, he asked my name. “Rabbit, sir, Br’er Rabbit,” I said.

“No, Son, your real name,” he replied.

“Beau, sir.”

“Gimme’ a kiss, Beau, and make it a good one. That’s an order, Son,” he  said.  I kissed him on the cheek.

“Don’t be afraid, Son. We’ll get through this together, but I need to bond with you right now, right this very minute. I need your love to get me through it, so Goddamn it, Beau, do what I ask and kiss me,” he demanded.

I kissed the beautiful man like he was the last man I would ever kiss on this planet. I let him know in that kiss I was going to hurt him beyond anything he could imagine. Tears were coming to my eyes and his, too. We stopped and he could see I was embarrassed. My face turned beet red.  “Don’t be embarrassed, Son, I ordered you to do it. Anyone give’s you any shit or says anything bad you tell 'em I forced you, and by the way, Beau, thanks,” he said.

“It weren't that, Lieutenant Cochran, I enjoyed kissing you. I ain’t never admitted this to another soul, sir...”

“That you’re a gay man, Beau? Don’t you think I know that. I saw it in your eyes the way you looked at me. If I wasn’t sure I would never asked it of you. We’re bonded now. We’re brothers. I have your love with me. Do what you have to do, Son,”    

As I held the lens he knew what I was doing and the pain in that area of his body made it excruciating. He never once cried out. He never even winced. I thought he was going into shock.  He wasn’t. I wanted to scream for him. I wanted to hit him to make him scream. I hated what I was having to do to this big rugged handsome man. I hated him for not screaming. I hated me for having to cook the flesh of his body while his handsome manhood lay limp and dying by the minute in the pocket of my field jacket. Still, I burned his flesh like meat searing on a grill to stop the bleeding. Tears came to my eyes and clouded my vision as I was working.

He saw I was in deep pain. I opened to him and took as much of his pain as he needed to give me.  It was palpable. I could feel it flowing into my body and my own penis ached for days in sympathy. He saw me wipe away the tears so I could see what I was doing. The tears wouldn’t stop coming. The big son of a bitch reached out and gently placed his hand on my shoulder to calm me.  He moved it behind my head to rub me and gently squeezed the back of my neck. Lt. Cochran spoke slightly above a whisper, “It’s horrible, Beau, but it happened. You’re saving my life. Be strong for me, Brother. Be strong for both of us. Save my life, Beau. I can live without a penis,” he said.

I immediately pulled myself together and finished. I didn’t have time to indulge my soul in grieving nor the luxury of tears. He was the strong one. He will always be the greatest hero of my life. What can you say of any man who could endure such pain and reach out to another in distress.  Christ was reported to have done so on the cross. Joshua Cochran did it in the stinking jungles of Vietnam. For his simple act of courage, I loved him then and the love I still felt for him today came pouring out of every pore of my body. He was right. We bonded in Nam and across time and thousands of miles of space, we were still bonded. I will carry the love and honor I have for that man every day of my life. I would gladly hang every fucking medal I have around his neck to show my respect.

“Beau! Beau! Beau! My sweet baby brother. It wasn’t your fault. You did what you could. They damn near court marshaled your ass for saving me, and you’re asking my forgiveness? What’s wrong with this picture, Beau? It was their fault for not caring, and you couldn’t make them care.  The nurses told me the trouble you got yourself into for me. I’m so grateful just to be alive, my brother, and I have you to thank. I wouldn’t be alive today if it weren’t for you, Beau. You got yourself into a mess of trouble trying to get even one of those asshole doctors to at least try to re-attach my penis.

"The nurses showed me the regs, Son. They spoke in revered whispers repeating to me every word and every name you called those fucking doctors. You not only were a hero to me but the nurses idolized you. They knew the minute they got a patient from the field if you were the one to take care of the man. They whispered your name in reverence behind the backs of those doctors. You were a pain in the doctor's asses but the nurses loved you. When I read those fuckin’ field regs I couldn’t believe it. Fighting for my country, my ass,” he exclaimed with tears streaming down his handsome face.

“You were the only one of my fucking, fellow countrymen who fought for me or ever gave a shit about me, and for that, I will be eternally grateful,” he cried as hard as I did or harder. Breed was crying, Will took Josh’s hand and Josh pulled him and Breed into our small circle. Blaine came up and Chief who just arrived. We were all crying our hearts out. Josh recognized Will and hugged him next. He spoke to Will. “You’re the only person out of my platoon I ever cared to see again and here you are. How can that be? Blaine, Chief? Beau, Breed? Will? Breed told me Cowboy is a member of your family? What’s going on here?”

“We may have an explanation for you and Breed a little later when you have a chance to unwind,” Master Earl said.

We continued to cry and hold each other. There was not a dry eye in the house. Master Zack was behind Will and me, with his arms around us. My master, Master Jim, Big Beryl, Bull, Charlie, Sarge, and Titus were all surrounding us, enveloping us with their arms and love. It was one of the most powerfully emotional moments of my life, and I was determined to get rid of the hurt. The pain in my gut kept twisting around like it was caught in the wheel of a bike. You couldn’t get it loose and knew at any moment you were going to choke to death.
 
At that moment I didn’t care, I only knew I could find release in Joshua Cochran’s big loving, forgiving arms, and I was going to take advantage of it. I couldn’t keep doing this to myself. I couldn’t keep living with the pain. I suddenly realized my fear of him was because he embodied the horror of those years. I carried a part of him around with me. I had no peace, no resolution of the dominant to the tonic, because that part of him had no resolution.  

I very well could have died from the pain it hurt so bad. I finally grabbed my gut, and fell into a fetal position with Josh still holding me, soothing me. Everyone had a hand on us to heal and add their flow of love and understanding into all of us. It was working. I saw the empty faces of hundreds of beautiful young men of all colors, races, and backgrounds pass before my mind's eye.  I knew I was saying goodbye to each of them once more for the final time and asked that they please, please, say a prayer for me because I just ain’t that good. I need all the fucking help I can get. Please forgive me, I just couldn’t keep them alive anymore. It was just too big a burden. I had to let go. I had to let go to live. I started saying out loud, “I have to let go. I must let go. I can’t keep you alive anymore. I have to go on. Please let me go. I loved you all but please, please let me go.”

They all gave me the thumbs up, a heartbreaking warm smile and waved goodbye as they turned and walked away together. They were going. They were good men. Everyone more beautiful than the next. The pride of a generation. The seed of tomorrow, stilled for eternity. They didn’t want to see me suffer any more. They loved me. They loved me for being there for them in their final moments. They only wanted me to know they loved and appreciated me for caring. I watched them walk into the mist and I was alone. Alone. I couldn’t see another face. They were gone. I was alone. I was free. My stomach stopped hurting. I stopped crying. I looked up into the tear stained face of Josh Cochran and kissed him gently on the lips. He kissed me back. Then he held me tight and rocked me back and forth in his big arms.

“Thank God, it’s over for you, Beau. I felt it the moment you let go. Let them go, Beau. They’re at peace. You be at peace. Let them sleep now. Leave them to their rest.”


* * * * * * *
Part III ~ And He Shall Be Made Whole

We collected ourselves and I asked the Dungeon Master if I could have a stiff drink. He said he’d get it for me. He asked Zack for anything with vodka. A double shot. Everyone else had a drink, except Will and Breed. I wouldn’t let him drink while taking medication. He wasn’t disappointed.  Breed stopped drinking. I saw Master Earl ask Master Zack where I would be staying the night.  He brought a couple of my things he wanted to leave for me. He told me later he wasn’t coming until the following morning to let Zack have a comfortable evening with me, but Wes told him to come and bring the ‘baby.’ He planned to keep a low profile. I told him his timing couldn’t be more perfect, and I would let Master Zack know I was totally his for tonight. Zack showed him to his bedroom where I would be staying. I went to him. “Master Zack?" I asked.

“What, my handsome Slave,” he watched my dick grow hard.

“I see I still got it, Kid,” he laughed.

“You always will, Master Zack. You keep calling me ‘slave’ the way you do, and I’m butter on you toast,” I assured him. We both laughed again.

“Now what do you need, Slave?” he asked.

“Could I have your permission to take Breed and Blaine into your bedroom and lock the door for a few minutes. I think you know why,” I said.

“I sure do. Of course, Son. I’ll tell anybody who tries to go in there it’s occupied. Go for it, Slave, and God bless. By the way you sneaky so’n so, he’s for me, ain’t he?” he asked.

“Who, Master Zack?” I smiled.

“Slave, I’m gonna’ take my belt to you right in front of these folks,” he reached to take off his belt.

“But, Master Zack, that’s not the studded one,” I whimpered. He laughed.

“You damn well know, who,” he demanded.

“Why, Master Zack, do you think I’d bring Will to tempt you?” I smiled real big. I couldn’t lie to the man. “Yes, Master Zack, he’s yours, if you want him. Get to know him. Talk to the Dungeon Master. Will is now his slave. Well, really, the family’s slave. Will doesn’t know you’re the master he’s intended for, but he thinks you’re the most handsome man he’s ever laid eyes on. I tried, God knows I tried, but I couldn't help agree with him, the kid has damn good taste; so do I,” I said with much drama. Master Zack roared with laughter. “You won’t believe the story we have to tell you about his rescue,” I added.

“Yes, I would believe anything you tell me, Slave. I swear to you... well, you know,” he said.

Blaine came by to check on me. I whispered in his ear to bring Breed to the first bedroom. Make sure you get his master’s approval, and make up any lame excuse. Just you, me, and Breed. He knew why I wanted him and just said, “Gotcha,’ Bro.” Then winked. I went to Master Zack’s bedroom and there in my bag my master placed the Styrofoam box. Blaine brought Breed, who was now naked with a new collar, and he looked great. His scars on his body only made him sexier.

“Lock the door, Blaine, I have Master Zack’s permission,” I said. Blaine locked the door.

“Breed, you look hotter as a slave than you did as a master,” I said.

“I second that, you handsome dog,” Blaine agreed. Breed grinned from ear to ear.

“Sit on the bed for a minute. I got a present for you like no present you have ever received nor will ever receive again,” Breed sat and Blaine sat as close to him as he could. I got the box and handed it to him. “Sorry, Dear-heart, we didn’t have time to gift wrap it. Be very careful opening it because it’s priceless,” I admonished.

“What did you guys get me?” he was so excited. He was thrilled we thought enough of him to get him a present. He slowly untied the ribbons holding the two pieces together and slowly parted the two halves. It didn’t hit him for a minute until he lifted it out of the box and held it up to the light.

“This couldn't be...?” Breed asked in awe.

I slowly nodded my head and smiled. “I’ve carried it around with me for years. I cast it into a larger block of acrylic, but a friend of mine, his dad carved it into its present shape. What do you think? Do you think it would upset him too much to give it back to him?” I asked.

“Oh, Hell, no! Are you kidding, he would love it. You don’t know what a strong man he is. He would love to know you cared enough to do this for him. He thinks the world of you, Beau. You can do no wrong in my master’s eyes. We share that in common. We both think you’re the best thing that ever happened to us,” Breed said.

“My friend and I drilled a small hole in the back end of it. We carefully counter sunk a smaller hole and screwed in a small eye bolt. We tied a leather thong through the eye, so if any one wanted to use it as a dildo they could shove it in all the way and retrieve it easily,” I carefully explained to Breed.

“Do you think I could wear it?” Breed asked.

“Have you cleaned out?” Blaine asked.

“Yes, I did before we left home. He sometimes lets someone fuck me for his pleasure or he straps on a rubber husband and fucks me good. He can even come that way, and I get to clean him up afterwards.”

“We’ll insert it for you, but you can’t give it to him without the people who love you present.  Promise me?” I asked. Breed promised. “Wear it around for a while and enjoy your secret. It will come to me how to break the idea to him how I managed to save it. We’ll see his reaction. Then we can go from there,” I said.

Breed hit the position and we found some KY in Master Zack’s night stand. We lubricated his ass and inserted it really well. Breed took it like a trooper, and he didn’t even complain when I seated it. There was just enough of the leather thong sticking out of his ass it would be easy to retrieve; however it wasn’t visible. There were no tell-tail signs.

“Damn, I knew I picked the right man!” Breed exclaimed. “He feels so damn good up there, I just may not give it to him,” he laughed, “This is incredible. It’s simply unbelievable. He will be thrilled. How can I thank you guys?” Breed asked.

“Just make damn sure we’re all there, and let me do the talking,” I said.

“I will, Beau. I promise. We owe you that. Sounds hot to me as well to be the bearer of his manhood,” Breed said. He was, indeed, a changed man.

We left the bedroom and went back into the living room. Breed rejoined his master. Master Zack gave me a questioning look. “He’s wearing it,” I said softly to him.

He smiled real big and nodded. “Perfect,” he said. Blaine and I made the rounds and told everyone we could trust.

Breed told me Josh wasn’t shy about being naked in front of people. He did it many times with biker families like the McInnis clan. They managed to save his testicles. Breed says he could suck on those all night. Later Josh and Breed joined the rest of us in the larger hot pool. The pool was full all around. Bull, Charlie, Sarge, Titus, and my two masters were there. Chief held Will sitting in his lap so he didn’t get his bandages wet.  Button, Oscar, Billy, Master Beryl, Blaine, Dirk, Allen, Master Zack and Button. No one said a word about Josh’s missing penis. They were so used to, Zane, Blaine, Oscar, Billy and Allen it was nothing to them. The fact he chose to be a master never entered their mind. Josh was pleasant and well met. He had an upbeat sense of humor and readily joined in the conversation.

Josh was curious about what happened to his penis. “I know you put my cock in your pocket, and tried like Hell to get those damn doctors to sew it back on. Did they just shit can it?” he asked.

“If I tell you will you promise to keep an open mind?” I asked.

“Of course. You know it, Bro,” he replied

“Yes, the nastiest one who wrote me up for insubordination threw it in a disposal can. One of my favorite nurses retrieved it from the trash, put it in a small paper bag, sent me word she wanted to see me, hugged, kissed me and slipped it into my pocket. I took it back to my small room. I was so angry and frustrated I wanted it to have love one last time, and I will have to say Lieutenant Cochran, your cock was a nice one. I pulled two rubbers over it, tied a string to the rubbers, KY’d my ass real good and shoved it up my ass as far as I could get it,” I said. Everyone was going nuts laughing. Josh was laughing the hardest.

I continued my story, “Then I went and found Wes and fucked the holy b'jesus out of him. I fucked him three times in a row, and each time, I could feel your fine cock inside me working against my prostate fucking me at the same time, and I shot the biggest loads I ever experienced. Wes swore to me it was the best fucking I ever gave him and wanted to know what got into me?” I had to stop telling my story everyone was laughing so hard.

“I thought to myself, ‘Oh, Bro, if’n you only knew, you were being fucked by proxy by your idol Josh Cochran as well,’” I declared. Josh was laughing his ass off. So was everyone else. They finally settled down, and I continued my story. "But the very worst part, Josh, I'm embarrassed to tell you about, but my master ordered me to tell you for which I humbly beg your forgiveness, I slept with it up my ass all night long,” I said with remorse. Josh almost drowned in the hot tub he was laughing so hard.

“What's to forgive? It's a wonderful story to think you cared enough to do that for me. Thanks, Beau, that's got to be the greatest act of love I ever heard,” Josh said pulling me close to him and stealing a kiss. I saw the Dungeon Master wink and smile like ‘I told you so.’ “That’s priceless knowing my cock had one last night of having someone love it. It makes it twice as sweet it was you, Bro, the man I forced to bond with me on the battlefield. In essence, you’re the last man I ever fucked,” Everyone laughed at his joke.

“Not quite," I paused and grinned at him, then added, "There’s more,” I said quietly. He looked at me funny. “Remember them monkey pod coffee tables everyone was making in the shop, pouring them with acrylic plastic so you could see the sea shells and sea horses and stuff you put in them?” I asked.

“Yeah, I made one and shipped it home to my family. My mom’s still got it,” Josh said.

“I made a small box about two inches by two inches in the wood shop a little longer than your cock and...” I trailed off my sentence.

“You didn’t...?” he asked with a grin guessing where I was going with my story.

“I did. I’ve carried it around for years hoping against hope I would find you one day,” I said seriously.

“My, God, where is it, Beau?” he asked with awe and excitement.

“There’s more,” I said quietly.

“For God’s sake, tell me!” he exclaimed. My family was going crazy laughing at me leading Josh on. This was a once in a lifetime experience, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

“The dad of a close friend of mine is an artist at carving acrylic figures. He took the block and carved it to a tolerance of a quarter inch all around it. He’s a master artist, and he transformed it into a work of art. A piece of art made into a dildo with your cock inside,” I said carefully.

“My, God, Beau, where is it now?” Josh asked with considerable excitement.

“Close by, in a safe place,” I said. Everyone giggled as I smiled at Breed. He gave me the okay sign behind Josh’s back.

“How close is close?” Josh asked, beginning to see I was toying with him.

“Within reaching distance,” I said giggling. Breed was laughing his ass off and so was everyone else. Everyone knew except poor Josh where his cock was.  

“May I see it?” Josh asked.

“Sure, but first, you’ll have to pull it out of your slave’s butt,” I said. Josh grinned like I was yanking his chain and looked at his slave.

Breed smiled real big at his master and slowly nodded his head affirmative. “That’s right, Master, you’re fucking me, even as we speak,” Breed couldn’t contain himself and almost drowned in the hot tub from laughter.

“Beau, you clever son of a bitch, come here, you asshole,” I jumped into his waiting arms. He hugged, kissed me, held me close, and started crying again. “This is too fucking much. You mean to tell me I’m fucking my slave right now, this very minute, with my own cock?” he asked amazed.

“That’s right, Master Josh,” I said through my tears.  

“I’d like to see any other master here do that!” he exclaimed, laughed, and every one laughed with him. With that comment Josh Cochran won the heart of everyman there.

“Master, I promised they could watch when you pulled it out. Would my good master consider putting it back in his slave for safe keeping? That way you’ll always know where it is,” Breed said.  Everyone roared with laughter at Breed. He was cute. Josh Cochran started crying again in my arms. He pulled Breed into his other arm and hugged us together.

“Beau, you have no idea what this means to me. I not only owe you my life, I will love you the rest of your days or mine, but this, Beau, there ain’t a medal important enough to pin on you. Talk about above and beyond the call of fucking duty. It was the supreme act of compassion and thoughtfulness. Am I right, Gentlemen?” he asked. They all agreed with Master Josh and applauded.

“Your kiss would be the greatest honor you could give me, Master Cochran,” I said humbly.

“Not just a kiss, my sweet man, the kiss you gave me that day. Remember? I’ll give it back to you now,” Josh took me in his huge arms and started kissing me until I thought I was going to pass out.  It translated to my soul the joy, the humility, the overwhelming pride he felt for me that I thought enough of him to keep a part of his body safe all these years. Not a word was spoken in the spa.  Everyone felt it was a sacred moment between two men who, hand in hand, walked up to death and smelled the foul odor of his breath; yet, lived to share this sacred moment between them. We stopped and he held me for a moment.

“I couldn’t have lived through the pain if it wasn’t for your love, Beau. That was more important to me than the morphine or pot. You didn’t hold back that day. You poured your strength and love into me because you knew I needed it. No greater love could a man have than to give another man, a fallen comrade, his unconditional love. You are truly a unique human being, Beau, and I will love you ‘til my last breath,” he said.

“It’s only by your strength and help I was able to let go of so much a while ago. You have repaid me in kind,” I said to Josh.

“Well, lets go do it, Gentlemen, I wanna’ see my cock again after all these years. I have to agree with, Beau, it was a nice one,” he said.  

“Still is, Master,” Breed allowed.

“How many men in this tub have already seen my penis?” he asked grinning real big. Every hand went up.

We proceeded to Master Zack’s dungeon. It was in a basement and was almost as big as the upstairs of the house. Basements in the desert are unusual. It was perfectly equipped with two slings facing each other. One could only imagine why he would have slings in that arrangement.  His dungeon was painted the usual black. The floor had large rubber mats over the proper areas of play. There were closed cabinets and open shelves to display some of his collection of toys. There were peg boards with prominently displayed whips, harnesses, and various paddles. I thought to myself, ‘I sure hope he brings me down here.’

Master Josh ordered Breed into a sling and Breed hopped in. He threw his legs to the supporting chains on the side. Master Zack handed Josh a clean towel and then Josh saw the two small leather thongs barely sticking out of Breed’s ass. He started laughing. “You guys thought of everything,” he said, smiled, and winked at me as he played with the leather thong at Breed’s ass. “This is why you disappeared with Blaine earlier this evening, ain’t it, Slave?” he asked and grinned at Breed.

“Yes, Master,” Breed replied humbly.

“You’re forgiven for misleading me. I don’t think I ever received a nicer wrapped present. It certainly is unique,” he said. Everyone laughed. Josh began to pull on the leather thongs, and his penis popped out into the clean towel. He looked at it for a moment and slowly turned to me.  “You’ve turned my cock into a work of art. This is fucking beautiful, Beau. He handed it to Breed and lunged for my arms, hugging, and kissing me. He started crying again. “How can I thank you, Beau? What can I say?”

“Just fuck me with it sometime while Breed watches,” I said. Everyone laughed.

“You got it, Bro. I remember a story of how the last Emperor of China’s housemen were caught stealing and selling the household goods of the Emperor. They cut their cocks and balls off for punishment, but gave them back to them in small boxes so they might be buried whole. I wondered about that custom until today. Now, I know the feeling of having that part of me back. Not only did you save my life, Beau, you’ve made me whole again. There are no words to express what I’m feeling at this moment. I’m truly blessed to have found you again, and I will never, ever let you go,” Josh said firmly.

“Hear! Hear!” everyone said and applauded.

He examined it carefully and shook his head in disbelief. “My slave has the best idea. It’s the safest place to carry it, and I’ll always know where it is,” he said musing to himself. Everyone agreed with him, “Pucker up, Slave, Daddy’s coming home,” he said and grinned at his slave. Everyone laughed with him as he deftly slipped it back into Breed. Breed was grinning from ear to ear. “This is truly an answer to a wish I made last night with Breed. I told him I wished I still had my cock because it was a nice one and would fuck him good. It’s not quite the same sensation, but it comes pretty damn close. He’s still getting fucked by my cock,” he allowed.

“You feel mighty good, too, Dad. Thank you, Master,” Breed responded.

I was so relieved it turned out well I sought out Master Zack.


* * * * * * *
Part IV ~ The Whip Master

“Master Zack could this slave request you consider something, sir?” I  humbly asked looking down at his handsome boots.

“Name it, Slave,” he replied.

“Your weekend slave needs to have his ass whipped tonight in your dungeon to bring me down to Earth. I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster for several days now. I need grounding, sir,” I said.

“I understand, Slave. It probably would do us both a world of good. I’ll certainly consider your request slave. Let me see what I can do. I think Button may want to stay with Sarge and Titus tonight. Let me ask them if they’ll take him for me. He loves to stay with them.”

“Do you want an audience, Slave? A select few? One?” he asked.

“You’re referring to Will aren’t you master?” I asked in return.

He got a grin on his face like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Well, yes,” Master Zack replied.

“Master Zack, your my master for the weekend. I know you’re being thoughtful and considerate by given me a choice, but that ain’t why I get hard when you call me slave. I want and need your control. It's your decision, sir. My only concern is for Will and for all practical purposes, he’s my patient right now. Do you think it might frighten him?” I asked.

“It’s what I am, Slave, you know that. There never was any doubt in your mind from our very first meeting. You were good to Button, but you saw beyond him to a master in distress. It took me a while to realize what you did for both of us, but it didn't happen until that afternoon in the barn. I don’t want another Button. I love him dearly, but I can count on one hand the number of times we played down here. If it scares the kid then I don’t want him," Zack said with remorse.

“That’s understandable, Master,” I replied thoughtfully.

“I want a slave who can hit the ground running or at least is not afraid for me to train him, to teach him, and bring him along,” Master Zack said with conviction.

“I don’t think you’ll have any problem with Will, Master Zack. I get the feeling, he'll be putty in your hands, you can shape him to become the total slave you need. I’ve said too much. I don’t want to influence you. Could this slave ask a favor, Master?” I asked.

“What is it, Slave?” he asked in replied.

“If you want him to watch. You be the one to invite him, and tell him the truth about some of the things you plan to do. Let him know I requested you to use me anyway you see fit. Do you see where I’m going with this, Master Zack?” I asked.

“Perfectly clear, and it makes sense. That way he can understand I won’t hide anything from him and give him the choice,” he replied.

“Thank you for understanding, Master Zack. If that little shit gets you for a master he will have one of the finest master’s in our family,” I said.

“You’re prejudiced, Slave, ‘cause you love me,” he said.

“I wouldn’t deny that in front of my masters, sir. Besides, I’ve already told them I love you. Funny thing was, they said they did, too,” I replied.

“Let’s play it by ear and see how it goes. I’ll feel him out, Slave,” he said.

We were alone in the dungeon. Zack whipped out his handsome cock and ordered me to suck him off. Damn, he was hot. I did all the preliminary love making to his cock and balls, and he gave me permission to take him. I eased him into my mouth. I just let it set there for a minute, then gently started sucking on him. Finally, I took one long hit on him and he shot, lots of thick, ropey good hot master come. I sucked him thoroughly draining his baby batter from him. I slowly swallowed my prize. Master Zack has a strong distinctly masculine flavor unique to him. I could get hooked on Master Zack's come.
 
“Thank you, Master, how’d ju’ know I needed that?” I asked.

“‘Cause I needed it. I figured you’d appreciate a little afternoon feeding,” he grinned.

“Damn fine, Master Zack, thanks again, sir. This slave is yours for the weekend. I know you’ll put me to good use, sir. It’s an honor to be here, and I’m looking forward to serving you,” I said.

I cleaned him up and we walked back upstairs to the main part of the house together. Will was sitting on a bar stool enjoying a soda and talking with Bull and Charlie. They became quite fond of Will. Bull was telling him he and Charlie were straight buddies for years until several weekends ago at Big Beryl and Blaine’s place they decided to get rid of the bitches and live together as master and slave. Will was no longer afraid of Bull and told them about his rescue. I came up behind him and started listening to their conversation. Bull looked up at me to comment on returning Josh's penis to him. “You never cease to blow us away, Kid. What's next? How can you top this one? All kidding aside, it was pretty fucking moving, Beau,” Bull complimented me.

“I agree,” said Charlie, “I got tears in my eyes several times.”

“Me, too, Beau. That was pretty fucking awesome,” Will agreed.

“Thanks, Sprout. How you doing? You getting tired? Do you need another pain pill?” I asked.

“Maybe, before I go to bed. Where am I gonna’ stay, Beau? With my master?” he asked.

“Don’t know yet. Do you have any preferences?” I asked in reply.

Sarge and Titus walked up to talk to Bull and Charlie, and they were paying attention to our conversation.

“Yeah, I know where I’d like to sleep tonight,” he said sheepishly.

“Tell you what. I’ll write who I think you want to sleep with on this piece of paper and then you tell me. If they match, it just may happen. Okay, Sprout, I’m ready, shoot,” I said.

“I’d love to sleep in Master Zack’s arms, but I know he has Button and you’re his slave for the weekend,” he said.

“Bingo!” I handed him the piece of paper, he opened it and read “Master Zack.”

“But he has a slave, Beau, I don’t want to be a trouble maker. I ain’t no home wrecker, neither. I wouldn’t feel comfortable.”

“Why don’t you let Master Zack worry about that. After all, he is the host master, and I’m his slave for the weekend. You’re under my care, even if I am a slave, and that means you probably will have to stay with me. Would that be okay with you?” I asked.

“You bet your ass, it would,” Will replied with joy.

“If Master Zack asks you if you would like to watch him work me over tonight would you be frightened? He’ll likely use a whip or two on me, but keep in mind I asked him to. He’s a fine Whip Master who knows how to use a whip and have you begging for more,” I said.

“Really? Brad used to whip me all the time, but he just wanted to hurt me. I know the whip can be used to form solid bonds between men who are capable of understanding such things. Brad was doing good to wipe his own ass,” Will said without nuance.

“Master Zack would never injure you, but you'll sure as Hell walk away knowing you had the best.  He made me come with six stripes from an eighteen foot black snake bull whip,” I bragged.

“I’d love to be whipped by a master who knows what they’re doing,” Will said.

“I think he might ask you. Do you think you might like to watch? I asked.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” he asked.

“Of course not. You're by little brother. Master Zack likes you, Will. You should have seen the look he gave me when he saw your ass sticking out of your chaps. Woah!” I replied.

“Oh, God, Beau, is the master you have in mind for me as nice as Master Zack?” he asked.

“Every bit as nice, he’s a fine man, Will,” I replied.

“Maybe I should reel in my feelings and wait to meet him. Master Zack ain't a free man. I'd feel uncomfortable about Button,” Will said with remorse.

“What if Master Zack made a claim for you to become his second slave? Could you be good to Button?” I asked.

“I think so. He seems kind of simple. I don’t mean to be cruel,” he said.

“No, I know what you mean, and you’re right, but could you be good to him?” I asked again.

“I try to be good to everyone. Button wouldn't present a problem for me as long as he learns to accept me as his slave brother, and to have Master Zack as my master? I’d damn sure think about it.” Will replied.

“Well, let’s see how it goes,” I said. The night was moving on and people began to retire to their rooms or camp sites. Around the big rocks there were various campfires contained in pits with big rocks around them.

Master Zack didn’t have to ask Sarge and Titus. Button ran up to his master and told him,“Sarge and Titus asked if I could stay with them tonight. Could I, Master? Please!” he asked.

“Well, let me talk to Sarge and clear it with him,” Zack said.

Sarge walked into the house about that time. “Okay if Button stays with us tonight, Zack?” he asked.

“Only if you promise to be on your best behavior, young man, understand?” he asked Button.

“Yes, Master Zack, thank you, sir,” he said. Button hugged and kissed his master.

Master Zack saw Will sitting at the bar and approached him. He looked him in the eye. “You will stay with Beau and me tonight, Will. I cleared it with your master. You have to stay with Beau because he’s taking care of you, and he’s my slave tonight. Would you like to be my slave tonight, too, Son?”

“With all my heart, Master Zack. I’ve never met a man like you before. I think Beau has someone else in mind for me, but...” Will trailed off.

“Tell, Master Zack, Son, you can tell me anything, and I’ll understand,” Zack gently urged the boy.

“Do you believe in love at first sight, Master Zack?” Will asked.

“Sure do, I’m a firm believer. As a matter of fact it happened to me today,” Zack assured Will.

“Yeah? Me, too, sir,” Will said quietly.

“Who did you fall in love with, Son?” Zack asked.

Will looked deep into Master Zack’s dark brown eyes. A tear fell from Will’s eye. “You, sir,” Will said and hung his head in embarrassment.

Zack took him gently into his arms, and kissed him with a kiss only a master can give his slave when he's trying to communicate his love and passion. “Now, do you know who I fell in love with, Slave?” he asked softly.

“Me, sir?” Will asked.

“Bright boy, I like that in a slave,” he smiled.

“What am I gonna’ do, Master Zack? Beau has somebody else in mind for me and you have Button. I don’t wanna’ be no trouble maker. I ain’t that kind a’ man. I couldn’t live with myself. As much as I want you and how I feel about chu,’ if I thought I was gonna’ be the cause of someone’s pain, I’d just have ta’ walk away, sir. I'm from Texas and done been taught the Cowboy Way. It don't allow one cowboy to covet something or someone what belongs to another cowboy. I been through enough pain I never wanna’ be the cause of no one else's broken-heart,” Will said.

“I had a feeling you were that kind of man, Will. You don’t know how much I respect you for that.  It tells me you have a good and worthy heart. One I don’t intend to let get away; however, for all that, do you think it’s something a slave should worry about if a master tells him he loves him and will make it work. Shouldn’t you trust your master if you love him?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, you’re right. Forgive me, Master Zack. I’m five days out of a horrible relationship, and I’m still a little gun shy,” Will lamented.

“Jesus, Son, that’s to be expected, but if you truly think you could love me and wanna’ try, lets give it a shot after you begin to heal a little more. I’ll ride up and visit you in L.A. We’ll make arrangements with the Dungeon Master for you to spend some time here with me and Button. I wouldn’t expect you to make up your mind right away. Three, six, eight months. However long it takes to win your heart, I’m a’ tell’n you right now, young’un, I’ll do my damnedest. I’ll do it, too.  I promise you, I will win your heart!” Zack said firmly, smiled, and winked at Will.

“You already have my heart, Master Zack,” Will assured Zack quietly.

Master Zack gently took Will’s leash and led him to his bedroom where I was waiting. I returned from the shower after cleaning myself, and began putting my leathers on. Master Zack walked in with Will on his leash. “Will’s gonna’ stay with us tonight, Slave,” Master Zack said.

“Yes, Master Zack. He should stay close to me. Are you in any pain, Will?” I asked.

“It’s starting to hurt a little, Beau. Maybe, before I go to sleep, I’ll take a pill. Master Zack would you consider letting me stay here and go to bed? I’m tired and not really feeling very good right now, sir,” Will said.

“Certainly, Slave, I want you to get well. It may sound selfish of me, but I want you to heal quickly so I might be able to use you as soon as possible. I’m willing to wait, Son,” Zack said. He took Will into his arms and kissed him gently.

Will smiled at him. “I want that, too, Master Zack, more than you can know. Beau, can you give me a pill? I’m starting to hurt pretty bad,” Will said.

“Sure, Bubba. I’ll get it for you,” I replied. I got his pill and gave it to him. He settled down and was asleep before we left for the dungeon.

“You’re in love, Master Zack,” I accused him, chuckling on the way to the dungeon. He practically glowed in the dark.

“You ain’t fool’n me for a minute, Slave, you planned it this a’ way,” he accused.

“Sorry, sir, but this one was none of my doing. I just told you something would happen to change your life for the better. The real mover behind this was Wes,” I said.  

I proceeded to tell him the story of Wes coming to me and Blaine the same night in dreams telling us the same thing. If we didn’t go to the bar in Long Beach that afternoon a good man would be killed and the leather-queen who killed him in a bitch-fit would get off without going to jail. Wes and Will were good friends in Nam. He wanted better for Will, and he hopes it will be you. He told me that anyway. You don’t have to worry about Button either. Within six months Sarge will approach you to buy Button to become their domestic slave, but more than that in reality. They both will become his masters. He’ll be happier with them, because they have each other, and are looking for a kid to spoil and train. They’re already in love with him. If you take Will on as your second slave, even though you both will be good to Button, they’ll feel like he’s being neglected and offer to buy him. Could you let him go?” I asked.

“Would you think me terrible if I said 'yes'?” Zack asked in reply.

“No, not at all. Everyone knows what you been through. You did your best. Besides, he knows you’re not happy, and that’s gotta’ hurt the kid. I can hear it in his voice when he talks about you and him. He's not unaware he not what you need. He also know he can never be what you need. It ud’ be better for him if he can be where he can be productive, loved, protected, and get spoiled rotten by them two,” I poured it on. Master Zack laughed.

“They’re good men. They’re family. I wouldn’t mind giving him up to them if he wants to go,” he said.

We entered the dungeon, and he flipped some switches which transformed his dungeon into a stage for recreation. The spots and indirect lights added a touch of mystery to his dungeon that said, 'The master of this dungeon dwells herein.' He snapped his fingers for me to kneel in front of him. I did quickly and kissed each of his boots. I found his hand waiting, kissed the back of it and placed it against my forehead. He didn’t tell me to rise. "You’ve entered my dungeon as my slave. You’re my slave for tonight, and I will use you as I need. You have no needs in my dungeon, Slave, other than to serve your master’s needs, is that understood?” he asked quietly.

My dick was hard as a rock when I answered him. “Completely, Master. I have no needs in your dungeon. I am here for your pleasure and use only, sir. May you find me worthy, Master,” I humbly said. He didn’t tell me to rise. He simply held his palm open and slightly down in front of me. I reached down with my mouth and took my leash which was lying across his boots and put it in his hand. He patted me behind my head like a good boy. “Rise and follow your master, Slave.”

Master Zack was already dressed for the dungeon with his codpiece leather pants, a handsome pair of knee high, heavy boots, a beautiful leather vest and his master’s cap. He was stunning. He was hot. He set me down on a bench and went to his cabinets and brought back a full leather hood. He put it over my head and fitted it to be comfortable, then laced it tightly up the back. It had snaps near the eyes for an eye piece to cover and cut off his slave’s sight. He led me to a standing stock in the form of a ‘T.’  My head fit though a slot and my two hands on either side of my head.

The other piece closed down over the bottom piece trapping my head and hands. I couldn’t get away and was locked with my upper torso bent at the waist slightly and my ass sticking out behind.  He secured the hasp on the locking end and locked it with a heavy padlock. He chained each of my boots about three feet apart to where I couldn’t move my feet. He moved in front of the stocks and brought a sizable mouth plug to my mouth. After I made proper love to his plug he inserted it into my mouth securing it tightly behind my head.

Master Zack left my eye patch open. I could look straight ahead and see myself in a huge mirror he placed in front of the stocks. He moved behind me and pulled my balls down tight several times like he was milking them. When he was satisfied he had them stretched to their limit, he snapped a leather parachute looking contraption tight around the loose part of my sack. It had four small chains that ran from the leather to a ‘D’ ring hanging underneath. It was tight but not painful. He went to the cabinet and returned with the hottest pair of old heavy-duty steel toed high top, lineman’s boots he wore every day to work, tied them to the ‘D’ ring and let them swing free, hanging from my balls. It created considerable pressure on my testicles. Not only did it pull downward but the leather part of the parachute contraption pressed in against my balls squeezing them together.

Master Zack placed a wide six inch belt around my waist and buckled it tightly from the back. It had a ‘D’ ring on each side to which he secured chains from the overhead so my butt couldn’t drop out of position and I couldn’t lower my body to relieve the pressure on my balls. I was secure in the position he wanted me. He checked to make sure my ass-plug was firmly seated.
 
He didn’t talk to me like other masters when playing in their dungeon’s. It added an air of mystery to what he was doing and why. It was flattering in a way he felt comfortable enough with me, as a somewhat unseasoned slave, not to require a lot of chit-chat about the why and wherefore of what he was doing. I was his slave and I didn’t need any explanations. It was his dungeon and he was in control. If it didn’t trust the man implicitly, I shouldn’t be there in the first place. That reasoning became my first epiphany concerning my attraction to Master Zack.   

He picked a long flogging whip from the peg board on the wall. It was about the same size as the one Master Earl used on me when we were first together. The leather strips were about four feet long. Master Zack walked slowly and purposefully behind me and ran his gloved hand over each cheek of my ass as if to get the blood flowing or karma running. It was a gesture one might use to gentle a horse before riding. It did the trick. My old cock was harder than a rock. He noticed and reached underneath to stroke it a couple of times to let me know he knew I was responding properly. I saw him get a knowing smile on his face as he began to rub the end of his leather whip over my ass getting me used to the feel of the leather as nothing to fear.

He had no idea how much I needed this after the emotional day I had in Josh Cochran’s big arms. I thought about Josh and what a hero he became to me. A man who once possessed a large fine looking penis, and was robbed of it in his prime. I don’t know if I could’ve handled it as well as Josh did. I knew I might face losing mine, having decided to become a slave, but it was a choice I was willing to make. If I’m sold to a master who chooses to remove them then I knew it was a possibility when I made my decision. Josh Cochran wasn’t given a choice.

I felt the first blow of Master Zack’s whip. It wasn’t too hard and felt pretty good. My body jerked a little, and I watched as his hot boots bounced as they began to swing to an fro hanging from my balls. They looked hot and were pulling just enough to be uncomfortable. My ass couldn’t go anywhere because of the position he locked me into. I couldn’t count for him because he had my mouth plugged. Master Earl trained me not to try to speak when my mouth was plugged.
 
He proceeded to give me five pretty good licks with his whip but none too painful. It really felt good and stimulating. Especially when he walked up to my ass and rubbed the sting away with his gloved hand and played with my butt plug. The smoothness of his glove on my skin was electric.  He still said nothing to me, and I was really beginning to get off on his silence. He was going to take from me what he wanted and demanded. I didn’t have to know the reason why. He accepted I trusted him enough to make the experience one which would test me to my limits of my endurance but never beyond. He proceeded to work on stretching my horizons.

Master Zack was great with a whip. The next set of ten were just a bit harder but evenly so. The first ones prepared me for these, and I was even getting into making his boots swing real big for him. He didn’t say a word, but he told me through his whip he was pleased. Sounds unbelievable?  It’s not. The man was so good with a whip he could convey emotions. He took a little longer rubbing my ass this time and checked to see if old Swinger was still hard as a rock. I made his boots swing again for his pleasure, and I could see by the pleased smile which crossed his face he was proud of me. That’s all a master has to do to have a slave eating out of his hand. The slightest gesture or smile to let him know you’re proud of him will bind his soul to yours for life. Think I’m kidding? Try it sometime.

Master Zack started his third set of lashes on my ass. These were the stripes that separated the men from the boys. Each one damn near lifted me off my feet. They kept his old boots swinging pretty good the whole time with no coaxing from me. After the tenth one he slowly walked up to me and stood quietly. I wanted his touch so bad I tried to find his hand with my ass. That was the only time he spoke to me, “Here, Slave, settle down!” He commanded.

I did as ordered, I settled right down. Then I felt his wonderful gloved hand rubbing, caressing, kneading, and loving the stripes on my ass. He was satisfied. I wanted more, but he knew when to quit. That’s why he’s the master, and I’m the slave. He confided in me later, a good whip master always leaves his slave wanting more. I was almost sad when he detached his big boots from my balls. They seemed to float. Ever been roller skating or ice skating, take your skates off, and your feet feel like you’re walking on air? That’s the way my balls felt. It was a strange, but sensual sensation.

Master Zack took me out of the whipping stocks and led me to the sling where he had me kneel.  He simply pointed to his cod piece, and I knew I was to clean it. I licked and kissed every inch of it and could feel his manhood growing underneath. I got him off a little earlier, and now I realized why. He was ready to fuck his brains out without ejaculating too quickly. He would take his good time, enjoying his slave’s fine ass. I was more than ready and willing to give it up to the man. I didn’t stop licking and cleaning his cod piece until it was completely wet and clean. He snapped his fingers, and I knew it was time to remove it. I found the snap with my tongue and gently got my teeth around it and pulled it all the way off.

His handsome cock and balls flopped out in front of my waiting lips. He snapped his fingers again, and I started making love to it. I kissed his cock and licked the top of it good. He held it up for me to get underneath and do the same. I started working on his beautiful low hanging balls. I sucked, kissed, licked every inch of them and opened my mouth wide enough to let them both drop inside.  Talk about a mouth full of man balls. I gently pulled and sucked until he snapped his fingers again, and I knew it was time for me to take him. I started taking him in long deep strokes down my throat trying to get as much spit and saliva as possible on it. I had a feeling he wanted to fuck me.  I wasn’t wrong. Again he snapped his fingers and pointed to the sling. He was a man of few words but his fingers spoke volumes.

I lay back in the sling to get comfortable. He attached bondage cuffs to each wrist and around the ankle of my boots. He attached them to the chains that held the sling in place. I was effectively bound into the sling. He removed my plug. Master Zack approached me from the side and from his back pocket produced an eye patch he snapped into place. I could see nothing, there was only total darkness. No problem, I’d been here many times before, but for some reason, never felt safer than with this man.

Every bone in my body and ounce of my soul told me I was with a good man. He lived by no particular religious creed but by a deep conscious need to be a good human being. He practiced it in everything he did and with all he met. One of the universe's finest creatures who, by his goodness, his ability to give and show love, was surely a reflection and joy to whatever cosmic intelligence there might be. I could almost imagine a divine presence that said: “This is my son, in whom I am well pleased.”

Master Zack took me hard like a master should always take his slave to establish immediate control of the fuck. He got my attention real quick. Fucking blind was not a new experience, but it would be with him. I rode his cock once, but he never fucked me before, and I didn’t know his moves. I hoped I would be able to give him my best. He didn’t seem to be worried. I shouldn’t have been either. He spent the first fifteen or twenty minutes patiently teaching me his strokes.  The ones he most preferred, and a few odd ball ones here and there for variety.

He never said a word. He was able to communicate more with his penis than most men do with their mouths. Then he let me know we would now began the real man-fucking phase of our intercourse. He started with some really deep penetrating slow strokes that almost started my body vibrating. I suddenly became aware his cock felt bigger and longer than anyone I’d ever been with, but he was considerably smaller. How was this possible?

I knew he wasn’t wearing a prosthesis. The old saying: “It ain’t what ya’ got that counts, it’s what you do with it,” has a picture of Master Zack underneath as an example. His cock felt like I was being fucked by a telephone post. It was almost an unbelievable sexual talent the man possessed. I laughed at my green-eyed envy of the lucky little man lying in Master Zack’s bed, fast asleep, who was going to experience this feeling hundreds of times in his life. I knew I would crawl back to this man for years, no matter who his mate was, and on bended knee, beg him to fuck me one more time. (I have for years, and still do on occasion. He’s never lost it.)

I plead with Will, “Out of that sling, Little Brother, your older brother has an itch only your master can scratch. Sit and watch, play solitaire, bring him a beer, whatever, but I need your master to use me for a little while to straighten out me kinks.” Will has always been willing to graciously oblige and share his handsome master with his needy brother.  

He fucked me with such controlled abandon I had little trouble meeting each thrust. He taught me well. I could feel the way he was fucking me he was more than pleased with my performance. He radiated pride through his dick, and my soul drank directly from the source. I knew his moment of glory was near. I felt his cock screaming in my ass for relief. He was fucking me so hard, he finally wore my muscle out, then like so many others, took the best part of my ass he fucked so hard to earn. He got to the good part way down deep past my soul.

He rooted around in me and fucked my ass so good, I just knew his cock was re-arranging things to make a new home for itself. He unloaded into me his gift, volley after volley of his hot working-man cream. I became the vessel for his sacred seed. I was indeed proud and honored to have a part of this masculine man’s body remain inside of me to be absorbed, and thus, an essence of him would be conjoined with my body and spirit forever.

He collapsed on top of me, spent. He didn’t allow me to come, he ordered me not to. It was less an order than it was a strong demanding statement telling me what I would or would not do. His tone of voice told me there was no choice. “You will not come, Slave,” he demanded. I didn’t. I worked hard to milk him with my ass to get the rest of his come out of him. He moaned in pleasure, and allowed his slave to have the rest. He finally pulled out of me. Master Zack told me to relax he was going upstairs to check on Will.

He left me bound in the sling, helpless. I had no option but to hang around and wait for him. He returned in a few minutes and chuckled as he told me Will was in dreamland. He was quiet again.  I was still bound in the sling, my arms and boots firmly secured by the chains. He began to apply lubricant to my ass. He put on a pair of heavy duty, black rubber gloves. They felt cool against my ass. He kept pushing lubricant into my ass and opening it up.

I had no idea what he planned. Perhaps a large dildo? I could only guess. He became relentless in his adding more lubricant to my ass and stretching my muscle and lower canal. He was way past playing around with his fingers and was now working his hand into my anal track to the point of the high point of his whole hand. It now dawned on me he was going to insert his hand into my ass. A calm came over me. I never had a fist in my ass before, but if I trusted anyone to pop that cherry it would be Master Zack. He kept working my ass, and I kept relaxing more and more. He sensed I was going into a self-imposed alpha state and knew he didn’t have long to wait until my muscle dilated and opened for him.

Soon, his hand would slip through the tunnel, and my ass would welcome his fist into my body. At one point I felt I couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to accept him, but I had faith in him he would sense it. I knew him well enough to know he was not out to hurt or damage anyone. For that reason he not only became proficient in his sexual play he became expert. There was a trust conveyed in his silence. A strength that told me he would take me there as soon as I gave my full trust over to him.
 
I was trying. He knew I must resign my body and soul to him for him to take that short plunge down that dark corridor. He kept his relentless movement to relax the muscle to dilate it. The more persistent he was the more I relaxed I became and felt myself growing under his spell. I found myself pushing down on his hand to beg him for more. He stopped and placed his other hand on my stomach and spoke gently but firmly to me. “I will do the fisting, Slave. Your job is to relax, open for me, and accept me as inevitable. I will get my fist in your ass tonight. I will not hurt you.  It will be one of the finest experiences of your life,” he assured me.

He returned to his silence, and I stopped working my ass. He resumed his stretching of my ass muscle. I did exactly as he told me, and found myself mentally going deeper into the alpha state.  My dimmed consciousness began begging him to take that final walk with his hand down that short tunnel into my room. He grabbed my cock with his left hand. It became rock hard from the sensuality of his cold rubber glove. I felt him still with his relentless relaxing of my hole.  Suddenly, I felt all resistance to my ass muscle give way. There was no more resistance to his hand.  I opened unto him completely.

There was no pain, no resistance, not even mild discomfort. My ass dilated as I reached a dream like state of alpha consciousness. I realized he was aware of it, too. Then I knew he was going to insert his whole hand, his fist, into my ass. I welcomed it. There was no pain. He dilated my sphincter to the point his hand could move through the tunnel smoothly. His hand slid deftly but firmly through the tunnel and my muscle closed firmly around his wrist as my body cavity welcomed his balled fist. My, God, what a feeling.  

My ass was filled with one of the most beautiful naturally masculine man’s fist inside my body. I never felt anything so wonderful. The combination of stretching my limits with a man I trusted and have him pleased he accomplished this rite of passage for us was a strong emotional experience for me. Having another man's fist inside your body is a highly emotional and ultimately sensual experience. It was yet another bonding experience for us. There would be several more boundaries we broke together over the years.

Tears came to my eyes from the ecstasy of the sensation. He took two strokes on my cock with his left hand, and I couldn’t hold it. He told me later I shot eight feet in the air and hit the ceiling of his dungeon on my first volley, and almost equally high on the second and third. I started trying to bite his hand off to keep it in my ass as my personal prize. I heard him chuckle as I finished my final volley. He continued to stroke my cock until he drained every bit of come from my excited balls.  He took his hand away from my cock, but I could still feel him filling me with his other. He placed his left hand on my stomach and pressed gently. He told me to breath deeply. I took a deep breath and his hand was out of me.
 
Just like that. No pain. Nothing. One minute he was filling me, and the next I was empty. It truly was an empty feeling. I wanted him back inside me. He knew it, too, because he whispered to me, “I know you want me back in there to fill your emptiness, but that’s enough for your first time.  You have only tasted my fist. I will take you further next time,” he said firmly. He let me down from the sling after he re-plugged my butt to keep his seed within me. He held me for a long while, and I held him.

“I’m pleased with you tonight, Slave. You have pleasured me and brought comfort to your master.  Your master is please with you. You’re a good slave. I’m grateful to have this opportunity to welcome you into my world. You know what passes between us is special. A part of you will always be my slave. You’ll never be able to shake that feeling. You wouldn’t want to, anyway. I know how you feel about me. We’ll remain special to each other all our lives. You have become a personal object of joy for me that has seen me through some difficult days recently. Your honesty and generosity has brought me to my knees. I don’t even have to utter the words, you know how I feel about you. What we share goes beyond love, our souls have touched one another on a level few experience,” my master said.

"No master could’ve said those words better, Master Zack. They express exactly the way I feel, but as your grateful slave this evening, I need to say the words: I love you, Master Zack, and I always will.”

He put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me to his strong chest to hold me. “Come, Slave, you will bathe your master and share his bed tonight. You’ve earned the right,” he said with conviction.

The way the man talked to me kept me hard constantly. He still does to this day. In his earthy way he has always accepted me as the slave I always wanted to be. Others accept me as a slave and treat me as one; however, Master Zack’s unique in his total acceptance of me as a piece of property, to be used for his pleasure, a slave. Without trying he has always made me aware of my place, but never once condemned me for it. I love him deeply for that.

Master Zack and I talked quietly in his shower in the dungeon. “Did you and Will have a chance to talk this evening, Master?” I asked.

He was quiet for a moment, reflecting. “Yes, Slave, we did,” he replied.

I didn’t press. If Master Zack wanted to tell me more he would. I opened the door. “He said he fell in love with me the minute he saw me, but he was pained because he thinks you have someone else in mind for him. He’s worried about Button which tells me he’s conscientious and caring. It also tells me he has a well developed soul and a strong sense of fair play. It may not be an ideal situation for him right now, but I think it might be,” he said with a glimmer of hope in his voice.

“I know, I purposely misled him because I didn’t want to influence him or you for that matter. I wanted you to find love for each other on your own. How do you feel, Master?” I asked.

“You were right earlier, I’m in love. I haven’t even used him yet, and I’m in love with him. I told him I fell in love with him at first sight, and I did. When I told him, ‘Welcome home’ I somehow knew he was home. I don’t know how, I just knew. This will always be his home, here, with me, in my arms, and hopefully he will become my slave. I don't know how, but I must have him. I plan to speak with the Dungeon Master tomorrow about him. If I'm allowed, I’ll make a claim for him, and if I see it might not work out, I’ll release my claim so he may find happiness with another master.  Along with love must come responsibility. If I can't give him that, then I must see to his happiness apart from me,” Master Zack said.

“I’ll tell him the truth tomorrow morning when we wake up. That way both of you can hear what I say,” I said.

I toweled him dry, and we climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He got in one side of the bed and me on the other. We tried not to wake the baby, but he sensed us in the bed. I kissed him on his cheek, and he smiled. He turned so naturally into Master Zack’s arm’s he looked as if he’d done it for years. Master Zack welcomed him, not only with his arms, but with his heart. “Welcome home, Son. In these arms you will always have a home,” Master Zack whispered, then kissed him gently.


End Chapter 26 ~ The Ties That Bind
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