3TB_28

THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 28 ~ The Dawning Of Aquarius

Part I ~ Physician, heal thyself

Will insisted on getting up at the crack of dawn with Chief to go downstairs, have coffee with him, and see him off for the day. There was a mystical bond developing between Chief and Will. Chief, being a native American, could sense the special gifts Will possessed and like all of us, was disarmed by his unassuming charm. Chief was touched the young man thought enough of him to want to see him off for the day.

Chief left for work with a light heart. Likewise, Will stayed up to wish the Dungeon Master and me a good day and see us off on our morning run. He made more coffee by the time we got back and helped me with breakfast. He was willing to do anything to help. His appointment with Dr. Tagame and Doc Bear, as we called Doctor Dan, was not until three in the afternoon. He didn’t seem the least concerned. He felt great. No pain anywhere. Neither did I have any for that matter. Maybe he really could do the things he claimed. The Dungeon Master scolded me halfway though our run when we stopped to rest. “Look what we’ve seen happen in the last few months. If anyone told us what we would witness when you became our slave, we would’ve called them crazy. Let’s wait and see before we start passing judgment.”

He was right, and I apologized. Like always, Big Jim could zero in on a problem and reduce it to its smallest component for an anxious slave. We got through our morning workout and left the gym spotless. We were just leaving as the owner arrived and a few of the early morning regulars came in. The owner took one look at the ring through my nose and whistled. “Nice, Slave, very nice,” he complimented me.

He had our number, and the Dungeon Master winked at me as if to say, ‘go a head, show him the rest.’ “Thank you, sir. We were in the desert over the weekend and my master thought I would look good with these.” I dropped my overalls below my waist to show him my piercings including my Prince Albert.

He almost had a heart attack laughing. “Son of a bitch!” he exclaimed, “Master Jim is one Hell of a good master. He don’t mess around. When he does something he does it right. Congratulations, Son,” he said as he grabbed me and hugged me. He was a good man. The three regulars almost fainted, but not before they took a good long look. Now they knew what Master Jim and my relationship was about. They smiled knowingly to each other like, 'We knew all along.' Yeah, sure they did.

It was funny to me, small acts like that, telling the owner I was Big Jim’s slave, seemed to bond me to him even closer. To hear myself admit in public I was the big man's slave and not ashamed of it only cemented months of Master Jeb's, Chief's, and the Dungeon Master's training. I wanted the world to know I was proud to be seen with and to serve this giant man; he owned me, I belonged to him, and the fact I was his property was icing on the cake. Three quarters of the queens who came to that gym shared my opinion. They would’ve killed me in an instant with no remorse to take my place. That made me feel even closer to him. Maybe what he and Master Earl agreed to was not going to be so bad after all. Master Zack, as uncomplicated as he was, could come up with some gut wrenching truths. I was a lucky slave.

We loaded Will in Chief’s truck. Chief gave the Dungeon Master a second set of keys and insisted we use it to take Will to the hospital for his check up. We left right at two o’clock and were at the hospital, parked, and on our way in by two forty-five. Yoshie saw us coming and ushered us into a small examination room. He left to find bear Dan. Big Dan came into the room with a flourish, shook hands with Big Jim and me. “That’s, Dungeon Master,” he smiled at Big Jim, “and slave, Beau, right? he asked.

“Yes, sir, Doc Dan,” my master replied.

“Nice piercing, Slave,” he said and smiled at me looking at my nose ring.

I thanked him for his compliment.

“And you, young man, did you take my advice and mind this fine master?” he asked Will.

“Yes, sir, Doctor Dan. Master Jim and Beau took me to the desert to meet my new family,” Will replied.

“Did you have a good time? You probably were in a lot of pain? Yes?" Doc Bear asked.

“Oh, no, sir. The pain went away by Wednesday, and I could get around pretty well by Friday evening. I’m healed now. You may remove the cast and bandages,” Will said with conviction.

“Not so fast, youngster. Let’s have a look at you and get some pictures,” Big Dan thumped around on Will’s chest lightly and got no pain response. He thumped a little harder. Nothing. Will smiled like, 'See, I told you so.' Doctor Bear got the message and smiled back. “You don’t mind if we confirm your diagnosis with some pictures do you, Slave?” he asked.

“Naw, sir, you have to be sure,” Will replied. Like, I’m sure, but I know you want to be as well.

“Well, thanks, Son,” he said and smiled placating Will, “Can you come with me or do you need me to get a wheel chair?” Doctor Dan asked.

The Dungeon Master, and I broke up laughing. “He’s been running around on his own all weekend, Doc,” I told him.

“Okay, then follow me, Will,” he said. Doc Dan and Yohsie left with Will and we waited in the reception area talking. Pretty soon they sent Will to rejoin us. Doc Bear and Yoshie were gone for quite a while and then finally Yoshie came and took us back into the same small room. Yoshie left and soon Doc Bear and another, older doctor came in with him.

“Gentlemen, this doctor is Dr. Crane, head of orthopedics here at Queen of Angels. He wanted to go over the x-rays with you, us, and Will,” Doc Bear said.

Dr. Crane put the x-rays up on a back-lit clip board and turned on the light. You could see everything in Will’s bone structure of his chest and another photo of his arm. I knew enough about x-rays to know I was looking at a pretty normal healthy bone structure. I nudged the Dungeon Master with my elbow. Dr. Crane also had the x-rays from last Sunday and put them up as well. He turned to look at Will and surveyed us individually over the half rims of his glasses.

“Now, Gentlemen, would someone like to explain to me how this young man’s ribs and arm could have gone from this,” he pointed to the photos from Sunday, “to this,” he pointed to the x-rays taken today, “in one week,” he continued, “from major breaks and trauma to almost completely healed? I’ve seen some miraculous things in my day, so I’m gonna’ keep an open mind. I just want to know and learn,” he said.

“Maybe I can help,” I said and stepped forward, “You can see my nose was pierced over the weekend. I have three other piercings which were done the same afternoon you may examine. Consider, they were done day before yesterday, and they’re now completely healed.”

All three wanted to see, especially Yoshie and Dan. I dropped my overalls for them to see. Doctor Crane had no shyness in examining my penis and tit piercings. He used a scope to look in my nose. “Are you suggesting these healings are related?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Doctor Crane, Will healed me. With the help of another gifted man, he healed himself,” I explained. Will smiled at the Doctor.

Doctor Crane shook his head. “Okay, I told you I would keep an open mind; you said those piercings were done this past Saturday?” he asked. I nodded affirmative. I’ll live up to my statement. I’ve heard of people who were reported to be able to heal by laying on of hands, but I never came across anyone who could actually do what they claimed. This is pretty remarkable if it’s true. The paradox is, it shouldn’t be true, but there’s the proof. Pictures don’t lie so I must assume the two of you aren’t lying to me either. Will, can you heal anyone?” he asked.

“No, sir, it depends on how sick they are, and if they're willing to be healed. Some folks, even though they may be dying, ain’t willing to give up their sickness. My gift is small, Doctor, I’m not a strong healer. It takes me longer than it does others who can heal. I can do small healings, but there are others who are much stronger than I. I found one in my new family who is far stronger than me. He held me for about and hour and a half Saturday night, and I took what I needed from him to complete my healing,” Will said.

“You can heal yourself?” Dr. Crane asked.

“Yes, sir, but it takes longer by myself. It would’ve taken me another four days, maybe a week to do what Josh did in an hour and a half,” Will replied.

“And who is this, Josh?” he asked.

“Lieutenant Josh Cochran, my platoon leader in Vietnam. I just found him again this past weekend after all these years and Beau gave him back his penis,” Will said with a smile.

That tripped the doctor’s reality switch big-time. He shook his head and turned his back to us to laugh. “His what?” he asked without turning around to face us.

“Perhaps I can help with that one, Doctor Crane,” Yoshie replied. Yoshie patiently explained about me being a field corpsman in Nam, saving Lt. Cochran’s life and putting his penis in my pocket. Yoshie told the whole story, but he didn’t know I gave it back to Josh.

Doctor Crane looked at us with a blank look on his face and ask quietly, “I mean no disrespect, Gentlemen, and I certainly don’t mean to be rude; but, who are you people?” he asked quietly. He turned and laughed again. “That has to be one of the most remarkable stories I’ve ever heard in my life. You actually preserved the man’s penis and returned it to him after eight years?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied without nuance.

“How did he react?” he asked.

“He was thrilled I thought enough of him to do it, in hopes of running into him again someday. He said he felt whole again,” I said.

The doctor mused while the big bear doctor was laughing his ass off, guessing the greater ramifications of the story we weren’t sharing with Doctor Crane. He couldn’t wait to get rid of him to hear the rest.

“It’s weird, but you know, I think I can understand,” Dr. Crane allowed. “Can you heal a child who has severe burns on his arms and is in great pain, Will?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, I can blow fire away. I may be able to speed his recovery, but I can’t completely heal him overnight if he’s badly burned,” Will replied.

“Blow fire away?” the doctor asked as if he wasn’t sure what he heard.

“Yes, sir, blow the fire away from a burn victim. I’ve seen him do it,” I said backing Will up.

“So have I,” agreed the Dungeon Master.

“Doctor, I can vouch for these men. They wouldn’t lie,” Yoshie spoke.

“The patient is here in the hospital, Will. I wouldn’t consider trying something like this on a regular patient, but he happens to be my grandson. He’s in severe pain and none of the medications cut through it. Would you try to help him?” he asked.

“Sure, Doctor, if you'll remove my bandages and take this cast off my arm, I'll be happy to help,” Will replied with a smile.

“See to it, doctors, and let me know when you’ve finish. I’m convinced he’s healed; aren’t you?” he asked.

“I was convinced when I saw the x-rays, Doctor. We just needed your support and final approval,” Doc Dan replied.

“You did the right thing. Fix him up, and let me know,” he said and walked out.

Big Bear Dan slapped his leg and looked at Yoshie. “What did I tell you about the power of love, Son? Now, I want every detail from you men and don’t leave out a gotdamn thing,” he demanded and roared a big bear laugh. We told him everything about us, the family, Josh, me, and how Will fit into our lives. We told him about Wes. Yoshie backed us up as God’s gospel truth. He couldn't stop laughing. “Here’s this new intern, a wealth of knowledge, things I have no idea about, and well, me and my slave of eight years must meet your family if we may be invited sometime,” he said.

“That would be up the Dungeon Master, Doctor Dan,” I said.

“Master Jim is the Dungeon Master, right, and he’s you and Will’s master at this time?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, that’s correct,” I replied.

“We would be honored to have you and your slave visit our family the next get together we have. We’re hoping Yoshie and his master can join us as well. They’re already members of our family and can sponsor you for membership if you like,” said Big Jim.

“Let’s take a look at each other first, Dungeon Master,” he said as he held out his hand to shake Big Jim’s.

“Of course, Doctor Dan, we have a probationary period for membership,” he replied as dungeon master.

“Wise idea,” said Doctor Dan, "Didn’t I tell you last Sunday you got a fine new master, Scamp?” Doctor Dan asked looking into Will’s green eyes.

“Yes, sir, Doctor Dan. I love Master Jim with all my heart, sir,” Will replied smiling from ear to ear as the bandages were coming off.

“Doctor Dan ‘don’t’ lie, Son. Think you can help Doc Crane’s grandson, Will?” he asked.

“With Beau’s help, I know I can,” Will replied.

‘Me, what do I have to do with it?’ I thought

“Don’t worry, Beau, all you have to do is hold my hand. I’ll channel your gift through me.”

‘Gift, what gift was the kid talking about?’ I thought.

I felt a big hand on my shoulder and a whisper in my ear, “I’ve always known about it, Beaver, trust me, trust Will, but most of all, trust yourself,” my giant ox said to me.

“It may drain you for a while, Beau, but you’ll feel all right in about an hour. Especially if we get something to eat right afterward,” Will said.

“Late lunch, early dinner on me in the cafeteria right after, Guys! Yoshie?” The big Bear Doc offered.

“Thanks, Doc Dan, we’ll take you up on it,” replied Big Jim, “We’d be honored.”

“No, Dungeon Master! I’ll be the one honored to share a meal with you men,” Doc Dan said and laughed.

“Never a dull moment around here,” said Yoshie under his breath.

“Here’s this new intern,” he did a thumb motion towards Yoshie, “Oriental in appearance. I think to myself he would have no idea of my lifestyle and here he knows more about it than I do. Is that a hoot or what? Wait’ll I tell my slave, Joe, about this. He’s gonna’ have a field day laughing at his old, jaded, hard nosed master,” Doc Dan lamented. We all laughed.

Yoshie went to tell Doctor Crane we were through. He entered the room again and checked Will’s arm rotation and thumped on Will’s chest for any sign of pain and shook his head. “Will you try to help my grandson, Will?” he asked again.

“Yes, sir, Beau and I are ready. I must, first, lightly touch his burn. Will that cause him too much pain? I don’t want to inflict more pain on him. Once I touch the area I can blow the fire away. Then he won’t have any more pain,” Will explained.

“I’ll explain it to him, Son. Please, Gentlemen, follow me,” he said.

“May I explain to him exactly what I’m going to do, Doctor Crane?” Will asked.

“Sure, Son, he’s a bright boy. Of course any grandfather’s gonna’ say that about their grandson, right?” he asked and laughed.

We took the elevator to the children’s ward, into a private room where the Doctor’s beautiful grandson lay in pain from third degree burns to his neck, arm and a third of his upper torso. He was only five years old and was obviously in a lot of pain. Tears came to my eyes immediately.

Doctor Crane went to his side, took his good hand and spoke softly to him. “Lyle, these men are here to visit with you. One of them has a gift of healing burns. We’re not sure how it works, but he’d like to try to help you. Will you let him?” he asked gently.

“Yes, Gram-paw, anything you say,” Lyle replied softly.

“He’ll explain what he needs to do, so listen carefully to him, Son,” Dr. Crain said.

“Awe-right Gram-paw, I will,” he replied.

“Hi, Lyle, my name is Will. This man here with the ring through his nose,” Will motioned to me, “is going to assist me. His name is Beau. Beau will act like a storage battery of healing energy for me; much like a battery on a car or truck provides energy to start the engine. The very large gentleman behind him is Big Jim. You can see why we call him ‘Big,’” Will explained quietly. Lyle tried to smile and looked into Big Jim’s eyes then back to Will’s. “I know you’re hurting bad, and I wanna’ stop the hurt. With your permission, I need to lightly touch your burned area and then blow gently on it. You’ll feel the fire being blown out of your burn away from your body,” Will explained.

“Why does Beau have a ring in his nose, Will?” he asked.

“Because his master loves him very much and gave it to him as bonding gift. He wears it proudly as a sign of his master’s love for him,” Will explained without nuance. We were stunned. Will told the boy the truth. He told me later, if he didn’t the kid would have known in an instant and wouldn’t have allowed the healing to take place. It seemed a wise move at any cost.

“Okay, Will, I trust you, you can touch me,” Lyle said.

“Now, if I hurt you remember it’s only going to be for a second, and then I’ll take all the pain away, understand?” Will asked.

“Yes, Will, I understand,” Lyle replied.

Will gave me his left hand to hold. I took it choking back the tears. Doctor Crane could see I was in distress. I didn’t know it, but so was my giant. Doctor Crane was moved by our empathy. Will lightly touched several really bad spots on Lyle, but the boy didn’t seem to flinch or cry out. Will barely touched him, then blew ever so gently across all of the burned areas. Lyle’s eyes began to get larger and larger. His grandfather was becoming concerned when Will announced,“There, it’s gone, I blew your fire away, didn’t I, Lyle?” he asked.

The boy began to cry tears of relief, opened his arms to Will, hugged him and wouldn’t let him go. His grandfather was in tears. The four of us, Doc Dan, Yoshie, Big Jim, and I were in tears. Tears of happiness that this bright beautiful little boy child was not in pain anymore.

“Now you can began to heal properly with your granddad’s help. I can come back and visit if you like,” Will said.

“Oh, please, Will, and bring your friends, Beau, and Big Jim, I want to know them better, especially the giant. He’s such a nice man. He’s Beau’s master, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is, Lyle, and he’s my master, too. We think he’s pretty terrific. How did you know?” Will asked.

“I can see their colors changing together. They love each other and you love them, too. I can see yours changing with them. I’ve never seen such deep purples, reds, and golds like you guys give off,” he said.

“You have a gift, Lyle. You will become a great healer yourself one day. Do you feel better now? Did Will blow away the fire for you?” Will asked.

“It’s all gone, Will. I swear to you. I love you for making the pain go away. It hurt so bad,” he winced.

Will couldn’t contain it any longer and broke down as he hugged the little tyke again. His grandfather then hugged the boy, and ask if he had any pain.

“Not a bit, Gram-pa. It's all gone,” Lyle replied.

Doctor Crane was bananas. He walked us out to the hall. “What can I give you, Will, for doing this? Name your price, Son, it’s yours,” he said.

“I can’t accept any kind of payment, Doctor Crane. If I did, I might loose my gift, and I can’t take that chance,” Will said sincerely.

Dr. Crane pulled Will to him, sobbed in his arms, and thanked him several times before he let Will go. I was feeling light headed and had to sit down.

“Food!” Exclaimed the Bear Doc. “Doctor Crane, I promised these gentlemen a late lunch early dinner in our cafeteria, will you join us?” Doc Bear asked.

“I’d be happy, too, can I buy?” Doctor Crane asked.

“No, sir, you can’t, but Doctor Dan may,” Will replied. Everyone laughed because Will was so protective of his gift. He was serious.

“I understand completely, young man, and will abide by your wishes. Let me tell my grandson I’ll be back after I get a bite to eat,” he said. We waited and he returned with tears in his eyes again. “The pain is completely gone, he’s hungry, and that’s a good sign. Will, you, Beau, and Big Jim have a five year old boy who is now your number one fan and an old foolish skeptic of a doctor who is forever in your debt. If there’s anything I can do for you or your friends, you have but to ask. If you ever have so much as a hang nail, my services and this Hospital’s are here for you,” he said.

“Thanks, Doctor Crane, but your thanks and his face when the pain went away is enough," Master Jim assured him.

We had a wonderful early dinner with the three doctors. It was the first chance Yoshie had to talk with the head of orthopedics, and he impressed Doctor Crane. We finished our meal when Doc Crane looked at me and asked, “Did it hurt when you had your piercings done, Beau?”

“It hurt my tits like Hell, Doctor Crane. The guy deadened my septum, but I didn’t even feel my penis being pierced. He announced to me it was done, and I couldn’t believe it. My tits were pretty sore until Will told me he could take the pain away, and they would heal quicker. He did, too,” I said.

“I’m amazed, it looks like they were done months ago. Big Jim here is your master?” he asked.

“Mine, too, Doctor Crane,” Will interjected, "He and Beau adopted me after my other master beat me pretty bad,” Will said.

“He’s a good man then. My grandson has a way of knowing if people are good or not. He made me promise I would ask you men to come back to visit if you can. I would appreciate it, too, if you could spare the time. How about it, Master Jim?” he asked.

I thought Yoshie and Doc Dan were going to shit their pants trying to contain themselves. Doc Dan kicked Yoshie under the table in jest.

“We’d be honored to come visit him, Doctor Crane. We’ll call to make sure you’re going to be here when we come. How long will he be here?” Master Jim asked.

“Probably about a month, Jim. I’d really appreciate it, and I know Lyle would be thrilled,” Dr. Crane replied.

“Excuse me, Doctor Crane, meaning no disrespect, sir, but Lyle will be out of here in less than two weeks,” Will said as a matter of fact. “He has the gift, too. Beau and my gifts woke his. He can see our auras and by giving him our energy, he’s learned how to heal himself. He’ll never forget. He’ll experience accelerated recovery due to his own gift,” Will said.

“After what I just witnessed, Will, I’m not gonna’ say it won’t happen. Lyle wanted me to ask you, Will, when will your master put a ring through your nose?” Doctor Crain asked.

Will spoke up like a trooper and told the truth. “Tell him not for sometime. Master Jim just became my master last Sunday, and I have to earn a ring. It isn’t just given to a man for no reason. Beau earned the right to wear his rings,” Will replied.

“Indeed, Doctor Crane, Beau has earn the right to wear his rings,” Yoshie backed Will up.

"I must do the same, Dr. Crane," Will added.

“Gentlemen, I know I’m treading on ground I know nothing about and know when to bow out gracefully. Just let me say, your goodness of spirit confirms you appear happy and comfortable with your lives, and I am proud to call you my friends. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get back to Lyle and make sure he eats,” Doctor Crane said, shook everyones hands, hugged Will and me and thanked us again. We sat in silence for a minute, then Doc Dan and Yoshie started laughing their asses off. Doc Dan said he was impressed by the way the old man handled the situation. He knew nothing about us or our lifestyle, could only guess, but communicated with us with respect and dignity. Yoshie and Doctor Dan bonded that day as close friends.

The Dungeon Master and I were amazed at Will, his talents, his humility, his selflessness, and his ability to handle others with dignity, simplicity, and poise. We both swore to him we would never question him again. He smiled sweetly. Doc Dan and Yoshie didn’t want us to leave, but they got busy with an emergency. We waved goodbye and told them we’d be in touch. We drove back to Mt. Washington, and it was getting late. Big Jim called to tell Master Jeb we would be late and not to worry Will took over the hospital. He laughed and said, “Jeb, you think we’ve seen some shit in our day, but this little Will is unbelievable. We’ll fill you in on the details later. Make sure Chief waits around for us,” he said.

They were having dinner when we arrived. Chief cooked hamburgers for the two of them. Master Jeb bragged on Chief’s cooking. I got some ice cream for the Dungeon Master, Will, and me. We sat eating with them and Big Jim began to relate the story of how Will took over Queen of Angeles. Will giggled as the Dungeon Master embellished his story. Will and I were like a gospel chorus, saying ‘amen’ to everything.

Master Jeb and Chief were surprised to see Will without his bandages and cast. “He’s completely healed,” the Dungeon Master said. “We saw the x-rays. The head of orthopedics came in to verify the other two doctor’s findings. He was pretty open minded and ask Will to help his grandson who was badly burned. Will and Beau took the child’s pain away. His grandfather was so grateful he had dinner with us,” Jim explained our afternoon at the hospital.

“I knew you were good for something, Kid. Gonna’ bunk it in with the red man again tonight?” Chief asked Will as he took him into his arms and hugged him.

“If you want me to, Chief, I’d love to,” Will replied.

“I don’t know, Slave, you’re all well now, and that little ass of yours looks mighty tempting,” he said razzing Will.

“I’d be honored if you took all you need of my slave ass, Master Chief. I ain’t been fucked in a long time. Please, Master Chief, would you, sir?” Will pleaded.

“How could I deny a request like that, Gentlemen?” Chief asked and smiled at us.

“I’d say you were a fool if you did, Chief,” Master Jeb laughed.

“Amen from this corner, eh, Beaver?” the Dungeon Master passed to me.

I gave Chief the thumbs up sign. “Give ‘em a grand opening, Chief,” I said and laughed.

“Come here, Will,” Chief opened his arms for the small man. Will sat in Chief’s lap. “Feel that thing in my coveralls that’s rock hard?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Chief,” Will replied.

“Every inch of that has your name written on it,” Chief said.

“You mean you have William Leslie Blake in inch high letters on your cock?” Will asked.

“No, Silly, you know what I mean,” Chief laughed.

“It does feel like it could do the job quite nicely, sir,” Will seemed impressed.

“I promise there’s enough there to make you cry ‘Uncle,’” Chief guaranteed Will.

“Certainly is,” I said under my breath but loud enough they could hear it. Everyone laughed. “When you slide down Chief’s totem pole you’ll know you been fucked, Cowboy. You’ll be one white man who got fucked by the Indians instead of the other way around,” I said. Everyone laughed again.

Chief petted him and kissed Will while we finished our ice cream. Chief couldn’t get the smile off his face.

The phone rang. The Dungeon Master reached to answer it."Hey, Josh, how ya’ doing?” he asked, “Yeah, the little shit took over the hospital,” Big Jim said and laughed, “They made him a resident healer. They told two doctors to go home they didn’t need ‘em anymore, Will was here,” he bragged. We all laughed at Big Jim’s exaggeration of the days happenings.

“Nurse Beau? Yeah he’s here. I’ll let him tell you the details,” Master Jim replied.

“Hello, Master Josh, how are you and my Bro?” I asked.

“We’re fine, my good slave, and you?” Josh asked.

“Couldn’t be better. Just got back from the hospital about thirty minutes ago,” I replied.

“I promised Will I’d call and talk with you about his progress,” Josh said.

“What progress? They removed his bandages and took his cast off. Told him to go home he was healed,” I said.

“You’re kidding me,” Josh replied with surprise.

“I shit you not, sir. I saw the x-rays. The two doctors brought the head orthopedic doctor to confirm their findings he was completely healed,” I replied.

“My God, that’s amazing. It sends cold shivers down my spine to think I may have had something to do with it,” Josh said.

“He swears and be’damns you were the main reason he healed so fast. He took away the pain from the grandson of the chief orthopedic doctor. The boy had third degree burns on a third of his body. Will just blew it away. The Dungeon Master and I were there, we watched him do it,” I said.

“Son of a bitch!” Josh exclaimed and laughed. “I guess he did take over the hospital. Can I speak with him?” he asked.

“Sure, he’s right here," I said, “Will, it’s Master Josh, he wants to talk with you,” I handed Will the phone.

“Hello, Master Josh and thanks again. They took those damn bandages and cast off today. I couldn’t a’ done it without you, sir,” he said.

“You really think it was because of me, Son?” Josh asked.

“Yes, sir, you’ll begin to believe in a little while. Beau and I will show you how to use your gift if you wish. But, you must never accept payment for healing someone. You might lose it. What was freely given to you must be freely given unto others,” Will said with conviction.

“Fucking amazing! You’re feeling better then?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, sir. So good, in fact, Big Chief promise white boy can sit’um on red man's big totem pole tonight,” Will said and giggled.

Josh Cochran damn near dropped the phone laughing. “Oh, fuck, I guess you are feeling better if Chief’s gonna’ slam that big piece of red-man meat into you. Lucky little save-boy. All right, Sweet Slave, you got my attention. I’m interested. When do you want Breed and me to ride up and help with Master Jeb?” he asked.

“Let me check. Master Jeb, Master Josh wants to know when he and Breed can ride up to help me with you?” Will asked.

“Wednesday evening’s fine. Tell them to plan on staying over, and we’ll have dinner for them,” he replied.

“I heard him, Will, that’ll be fine with us. We’ll probably be up there before the sun goes down, around six; see you then, Tiger. You give Chief a good ride, Son, ya’ hear?” Josh admonished him.

“Oh, I plan to, sir, thanks for calling, Master Josh. We’ll look forward to seeing you and Breed,” Will said.

A few minutes later the phone rang again. I was nearest and picked it up. “Hello, Mt. Washington Hilton,” I said.

“Is this my slave?” I recognized the voice and immediately got hard. I paused for a second. “You did it again,” I said in a soft voice into the receiver. Much laughter on the other end of the line.

“Nice to know this old man’s still got it, Slave,” said Master Zack.

“You always will, sir, and you know it. The Dungeon Master didn’t have to ask who was on the line he just saw my cock salute. It’s like someone put up the pole but forgot the flag,” I allowed. I got laughter from both ends of the line. “But, you didn’t call to speak with slave number three,” I said.

“Yes, I did, I wanted to find out from my new slave’s caretaker what the doctors found?” Zack asked.

“Nothing, sir,” I replied.

“What do you mean ‘nothing,’ Slave?” he asked.

“No broken arm, no broken ribs, nothing. They removed the bandages and took the cast off his arm,” I said.

“No, you gotta’ be shittin’ me,” Zack replied with awe.

“Indeed, I’m not, we saw the x-rays. The chief of orthopedics had to come and confirm the other two doctor’s findings. He’s fine, bright eyed, and bushy tailed. Chief promised him a grand opening tonight,” I said and winked at Will. Much laughter from Master Zack. “Wanna’ talk with him, sir?” I asked.

“Please, if he’s handy,” Zack replied.

“Oh, he’s handy all right...here....” I handed the phone to Will.

“Master Zack?” Will asked with the receiver to his ear.

“How are you, Son?” Master Zack asked.

“Better now that you’ve called. I’m so glad they took those bandages off and that itchy cast,” Will said.

“I’ll bet you are, so does that mean the next time we see each other I get to make love to my slave and use him like a master should?” he asked.

“Absolutely, Master Zack. This slave ain’t been used by a real master in over three years; however, I just may get lucky tonight,” he said and his voice brightened.

“I heard. You give that man your best and that’s an order, Son. He deserves your best,” Zack said.

“I certainly will obey you, sir. I feel the same way, but the thought of you using me makes my dick hard, Master Zack,” Will said.

“Mine, too, Son. I just wanted to call and see how it went. I’m pleased and happy everything went well for you at the hospital. I had no idea you really would heal so fast, but you told me you would, didn’t you? I should have trusted you. I won’t make that mistake again, Son, I promise,” he said.

“I understand, Master Zack. It’s hard for people to believe some of the truths I tell them, but that never changed my love for you for a minute,” he said.

“I think you really mean that, Son, and you know how I feel about you. I’ll let you go, and we’ll get together soon, I promise. I really need to see my new slave. I may ask Sarge and Titus to take Button for the weekend and ride up, would you like that?” he asked.

“I would love it, Master Zack, please try, your second slave needs you, too, sir,” Will said with love.

“I love you, Son,” Zack said.

“I love you, too, Master Zack. Remember me to Button,” Will replied.

“I will, Son, good night.”

Will slowly hung up the phone.

“Why didn’t you tell him about helping Lyle today?” I ask.

“You know how you might brag about something you learn to do well, like throwing a ball, riding a bike, or even learning a piece on the piano. That’s something to brag about. What I did for Lyle wasn’t something I learned to do. It’s a gift. It don’t seem right to brag about a gift. If you guys wanna’ tell him I don’t mind, but I’d rather not,” Will explained.

“You know, Will, as weird as that sounded, I think I just might be able to understand what you mean,” I said as I hugged him.

Will ran to his bathroom off the downstairs bedroom, showered, and clean himself for Chief. He was excited about getting his ticket punched and quietly let himself into Chief’s room. Chief showered, and they smelled of clean body smells and hard-milled soap. Will curled up next to Chief. Chief was reading part of my journal. Will lay quietly, allowing Chief to finish what he was reading. Chief put my journal down after he finished, turned over to hold Will, and he was sound asleep. Poor Will missed his window of opportunity. Chief laughed to himself, kissed Will goodnight, and turned out the light. He pulled the young man close to his body and thanked God for allowing them to save such a vital human being from a horrible fate.

Chief’s alarm went off, and he felt Will’s warm little bubble-butt wrapped around his morning erection like a hot dog bun and thought, ‘I’m caught up at work. I would be forty-five minutes early anyway. I can be thirty minutes early.’ Will was awakened by a big stiff Indian cock being being slowly worked into his tight little ass. He smiled to himself as he began to respond and push back to aid Master Red Feather’s entry.

Chief kissed him behind the ear. “Good morning, Little Bro. You fell asleep last night so I though you might like a little eye opener this morning.”

“Yes, sir, Master Chief, you feel so good. Here, let me help.” Will pushed back pretty hard with his hungry little butt eating more of Chief’s rock-solid cock which was slowly forcing its way into his hole.

“Fuck me good and hard, Master, so you can go through your day with a smile on your face,” Will said.

“Trust me on this one, Slave, you’re gonna’ get fucked good this morning. Your master’s cock is hungry for some tight slave-boy butt,” he said. Together they got all of Chief’s sizable cock into Will’s ass. Chief couldn’t believe how tight he was and how good the kid felt. He was going to have to do some powerful mental tricks not to come too quickly. He started loosening Will up with some short deep strokes and felt his boy-butt juices start to flow. He kept it up for a few more strokes and then tried a long deep plunge to hear Will suck in a lung full of air and slowly let it out in a relaxed comfortable sigh.

“Thank you, Master Chief. I really needed this, sir. You got me opened up, sir, take all you need, I’ll be proud to catch your seed,” he said.

With that Chief withdrew completely, flipped Will over on his back, raised Will’s legs, positioned his cock on his rosebud, leaned into him and took him hard. “God! That was so good, Master Chief. Thank you so much for remembering to take me like the slave I am. You’ll get the best fuck out of me you’ve ever had,” Will didn’t lie.

“Before I start fucking you, Slave, one small thing for your ease. Call me either Chief or Master. You don’t have to call me both. Granted they're different appellations, but they both show me equal respect. One is just as sufficient as the other. Whatever you feel more comfortable with at the moment will be fine; understand, Slave?” he asked.

“Yes, Chief, and thank you, sir,” Will replied.

Chief started fucking him to get his pleasure. Chief wasn’t a quick fucker. He savored his fucking and realized he he had a little piece of heaven sheathing his big shaft which felt like a velvet dream. He was going to float a while in that dreamworld and have his fill until his other brain at the end of his shaft in chorus with his testicles screamed for release. The kid was damn good and met everyone of Chief’s strokes. Chief worked him up to receiving some powerful hard deep strokes, and he could tell this kind of fucking was building Will to pop his nut. He told Will he had permission to get his, but not until he felt Chief’s flow begin in his ass. Chief stopped his onslaught and began some gentle, strong, deep strokes he knew the young slave under him would respond to.

Will was in slave-boy heaven to have a big handsome Indian using him as his vessel to catch his seed. Chief's slow, deep, steady fucking into Will’s ass was about to send Will around the bend. Chief sensed Will’s ecstasy and stopped for a second to give him a kiss. Will told Chief through his kiss he was ready to receive him. His ass was ripe for the picking. Will wanted the big Indian brave to make himself at home. All Chief had to do was walk in and close the door.

“I ordered you not to shoot until you feel me get mine, Son. You don’t want to disappoint me slave if you wanna’ another ticket to ride my ‘totem pole,’” Chief said.

“Oh, God, Chief, I promise I won’t, I’ll be clean and ready for you, Master, when you come home from work today. I’ll be lying here in the position waiting for you, I promise.

“Don’t make no promise you don't aim ta' keep, Son,” Chief told him with a steady stroke knowing he was just before shooting a big load in his little ass.

“No, no, Master, you can count on me,” Will assured him.

“Okay, Son, I’m gonna’ give you my morning load, and I’ll have another full load for you this afternoon. You be right here, ready, and waiting to catch it,” he said.

Chief didn’t wait for an answer and started his climb up the hill. Will knew he was close and worked his ass hard to meet every stroke to make it the best for the fine master who was fucking him so good. Young Will got the ass fucking of his dreams. He dutifully met every hard stroke Chief threw into him. He could feel Chief peaking and felt Chief’s flow began. Chief let out big satisfied groan as his first volley emptied into his morning slave. Will let go, felt his button switch to the on position, and started to shoot. His ass spasmed on Chief’s big cock and Chief hit his second volley of come.

“Bite it off, Slave, wear it in your ass all day. ‘At’s it, bite down hard on my old cock," Chief demanded.

Will took him at his word and clamped down on master's cock as Chief hit his second volley. Will could feel Chief began his last spurt, and it turned Will on so much he hit his at the same time. He was holding on to Chief so tight he groaned loudly against Chief’s broad chest. Chief remained in his slave, and collapsed on top of him, smothering him with gentle kisses and compliments. They rested in the afterglow of their joining with Will kissing Chief all over his chest and thanking him for the wonderful fucking. Chief fucked him really good and Will was grateful.

Best fucking he got in three years Will claimed. He wasn’t lying. Chief pulled up to a sitting position with his arms, his cock still deeply planted in Will’s ass. Chief could feel Will milking him to get the last bit of his come. He gently pulled Will to him, tenderly kissed him, and with his arms holding him hugged him gently. Will had tears in his eyes as he returned the much needed affection. He broke into sobs as Chief held him close with his cock still deep within him. “I’m sorry, Master, that was so good I just lost it. Thank you again, Chief, from the bottom of my heart,” he said.

“You’re welcome, Slave. You’re a great little fuck. I’ll think about you being ready all day at work and get my old dick hard on the way home for you. We’ll feed some more red man meat to that hungry little hole,” Chief replied and slowly pulled out of Will to get ready for work.

“You stay in the position, Slave. Don’t move until I give you permission,” Chief ordered, and Will obeyed.

Chief went to his dresser and came back to Will. Will felt Chief playing with his ass and something being inserted. It popped in and felt full and tight. It was a medium butt plug Chief picked up for Will. He lay next to Will and took him into his arms. He reached behind him to make sure it was seated properly and Will pushed back against Chief’s big hand. “You don’t take that out until you clean yourself this afternoon. Then I better damn well find it back where it belongs when I walk in this room and find you like you promised, understand?” Chief growled at him in play.

“Yes, sir, Chief. It will be, I promise. Thank you so much for plug'n my slave hole, Chief. I asked Beau if I was gonna' get one when I saw his last weekend. He told me I probably would. I’ll feel it back there and think about you all day. It won’t let a drop of your seed out of my butt,” Will promised.

"That’s the idea, Son. We need to keep that little slave ass corked good and tight. You never wanna' run the risk of losing any of your master's gift. Now, lets get in the shower and you can bathe your master,” Chief said.

Will bathed Chief and toweled him dry. Chief grabbed and hugged him, gave Will another kiss, then got dressed for work. He wasn’t going to be but about twenty minutes later than his usual forty-five minutes early. Will went down to have coffee with Chief. The rest of the house was up. Will got his master a cup of coffee and brought it to him. The rest of the household watched in amusement.

“Slave, Will!” the Dungeon Master barked.

“Yes, sir, Dungeon Master?” Will asked.

“Bend over and spread ‘em,” the dungeon master ordered. Will immediately did as ordered so we got a good look at his new plug.

“Looking good, Slave!” the Dungeon Master complimented him and laughed. “Come here, Sprout,” he ordered. Will ran to the Dungeon Master’s arms.

“Welcome to the family, Son. Well done, Master Red Feather, looks good Chief,” Master Jim complimented him and grinned.

Chief just grinned real big. “Tell you one thing,” Chief said, “Master Zack’s gonna’ get himself a first class fuck when he gets this one. He could give Sarge a lesson or two,” he bragged on Will

“Pretty high praise, Son,” the Dungeon Master said and looked at Will.

“Thank you, Chief. I’ll keep my promise,” Will said.

“You better, or you’ll break this red man’s heart,” Chief replied. He kissed Will in Big Jim’s lap, said goodbye to all and left for work.

“You gonna’ share your promise with us, Son? That’s not an order, the choice is yours,” the Dungeon Master said softly to Will. Will told us his promise to Chief, and we had a good laugh. The Dungeon Master told him it was good he told us so we would know where he was and wouldn’t expect him around to help. "Best you keep that promise, Son. That man has a big heart and deserves his little slave brother to give up some butt to him. You give that man as much of that little ass as he needs. Now, that’s an order, Son,” the Dungeon Master declared.

Will smiled. “That won’t be a difficult order to obey, Dungeon Master, he fucked me so good, and now I got his plug in me to remind me of him all day.”

“Looks good, too, Son,” the Dungeon Master felt back there and pressed against it as Will hugged his big neck. “Now, we need to talk about you joining us in our morning workouts. Since you’re healed you can start your training. Do you have any running shorts and running shoes?” Master Jim asked.

“No, sir,” Will looked sad.

“No problem, we’ll take you this morning after we get back and get you fixed up,” he said.

Tears came to Will’s eyes. “Why are you guys so good to me?” he asked.

“‘Cause your good to us, and we’re your family now. Forget the past. Am I not your master?” Big Jim asked.

“The best master I’ve ever known, Dungeon Master, and I’m proud to call you my master, sir,” Will said sincerely.

“In our family a master takes care of his slaves and sees to their needs. That way he gets more in return,” Big Jim grinned.

“I love you, Dungeon Master,” he hugged Big Jim.

“We love you, too, Will. We’re gonna’ take good care of you, trust us.”

“I’m learning, Master, it may take a while,” he said.

“We understand, Will, but you’re still gonna’ start training tomorrow morning. You’ll start at the gym tomorrow as well,” the Dungeon Master declared. Will brightened. He was being included. Big Jim continued, “I’ve scheduled us to return to Queen of Angels for a visit with Lyle and his granddad on Thursday afternoon at four-thirty. We promised, and we won’t let the kid down. It may mean he heals faster to know we care,” Big Jim said.

“It will indeed, Master Jim. That would be great. I’m sorry I offered before I asked permission, sir,” Will said humbly.

“You know better’n ‘nat, Son. I would have even if you didn’t. You were following your heart, and no good master will ever chastise you for that,” he said.

“Thanks, Dungeon Master. Lyle was right, you are a nice man,” Will confirmed. The Dungeon Master roared with laughter.

That afternoon at four-thirty Will was clean, his ass plugged, and waiting on Chief’s bed when he heard Chief’s big work boots on the stairs. He quickly assumed the position with his arms wrapped around his legs. Chief got a big smile on his face as he walked into his room and closed the door behind him. He didn’t say a word to Will. Chief walked over to him, popped out his plug into a waiting towel Will set beside him on the bed, unzipped his coveralls all the way from the top, pulled out his already rock-hard cock, and Will’s tight little ass welcomed his master home from a hard day's work.

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Part II ~ Of Miracles and Mysteries

The week was going by at an alarming rate. I wanted it to slow down. I wasn’t looking forward to a weekend away from the family whom I had grown to love and cherish as my own. What if...? Stop that, Beau! It ain’t going to happen. Try to have faith like your master does. Did Wes come through for you and the family several times? Why would he let you down now when the finish line is within sight? Maybe powers beyond his control? Who knows. Many thoughts ran through my head, and I was getting anxious.

Wednesday evening came and Master Josh and Breed rode their bikes to Mt. Washington for the night. After a good dinner under the Avocado tree in the back yard, Will took Master Jeb inside to prepare him. Will got into the big shower in the dungeon with Master Jeb. He had him sit on a tall wooden stool as Will lovingly and gently bathed all parts of Master Jeb’s body. When Will rinsed Jeb’s body he asked Master Jeb if he might show a small amount of gratitude and pay homage to a man he had come to love and respect. Jeb granted his request. Will knelt before his master and gently kissed the head of Jeb’s big cock.

“Master Jeb, for healing someone I can’t receive payment of any kind. I might lose my gift. I don’t want to jeopardize that in any way. It makes me unique. It makes me who I am. Nevertheless, once you’re healed and feeling better, I would ask you to consider letting your humble slave be the first to give himself to you for your pleasure,” Will humbly requested.

Jeb got tears in his eyes at this small generous and compassionate young man who just might have the gift to save his life begging him to use him after he healed him. He reached down, pulled Will up to him, put his big arms around him, and pulled him snug against his clean body. “I promise I will use you, Son. I will certainly honor your request. I will allow you to give yourself to this master for his pleasure and comfort. You will be the first I will use as a vessel to catch my seed, then I will plug you and not allow anyone else to enter you until all of me has been absorbed into your body,” Jeb solemnly promised.

Will threw his arms around the big man who less than a dozen days ago held him in his strong loving arms until Will let go of his hurt. He would now return the favor and relieve this handsome older man of his pain. Will kissed Master Jeb gently and Jeb returned his kiss with the love in his heart that he felt for this extraordinary young man.

Will helped Jeb on with his bathrobe and helped him to an adjustable massage table in the dungeon. It was similar to the one Master Zack had in his dungeon. He helped his master remove his robe and carefully laid it aside for later. He helped Master Jeb lay back on the table and covered him with a clean white sheet and blankets to keep him warm after the hot shower.

Will came to us and asked us to join him. We followed him down into the dungeon. Will was naked and so was Breed and I. The three masters were asked to disrobe as well. I helped the Dungeon Master off with his leathers, Breed helped his master with his and Will helped Chief remove his clothes.

Chief brought his drum. Will asked Chief to drum and chant while he was healing Master Jeb. Will positioned us behind him and told Chief to stand at Master Jeb’s feet. Will had Master Josh place his right hand on Will’s left shoulder. He had me place my left hand on his right shoulder. He instructed the Dungeon Master to place his right hand on my right shoulder. Breed was to place his left hand on Master Josh’s left shoulder, and with his right hand on Master Jebs shoulder. Will told the Dungeon Master to hold Master Jeb's ankle completing the circuit. The minute we joined together we felt a surge go through us that startled and delighted us. Chief commented that something was happening because he could see distinct auras of greens and blues surrounding us.

“You're right, Chief. I can see them, too. They are the colors of healing,” Will said, “Now, please Chief, start your drumming and give us a chant of courage and strength to remove the demon of illness from our master and don’t stop until I tell you to. Chief started and Will folded his hands as if to pray and bowed his head. “Almighty Creator, Great Spirit, Father of all things in heaven and earth, send your angels to us this evening to surround us and this man, this most worthy of men. Help us heal him with our love and with your strength. Make your face and spirit to shine upon us in our endeavor, Father. Guide our spirits that we may cause our essence to flow into him and cause him to be healed,” he said.

Chief was drumming and chanting a hypnotic chant to which we all found ourselves unconsciously swaying. Will folded back the blankets and placed them at the end of the table. He then pulled down the sheet to below Jeb’s feet so his body was completely exposed. We thought nothing of it, except the thought crossed my mind what a fine looking man Master Jeb was and what an honor it was to be here. Will started from Master Jeb’s feet moving his hands around in small circles touching his body lightly with his finger tips. He slowly moved up Jeb’s body moving in a rhythmic movement to Chief’s drumming. He reached Jeb’s mid section, his stomach area and ask quietly if Jeb could feel anything.

“Yes, absolutely. Heat, an energy flow, but mostly a radiant heat,” he replied.

Will kept moving in the circular motion and came to Jeb’s chest. He stopped his movement for just a moment exactly above Jeb’s heart then gently placed his hands lightly upon his skin. Jeb went wide-eyed and his rear and mid-section lifted off the table like he was going into some kind of spasm. “Don’t take your hands away from me, Gentlemen, whatever you do,” Will said to us firmly, “No one break contact. Hold on we’re almost there. Don’t stop your drum or chanting, Chief. He’ll be all right, trust me,” Will said with authority.

We held our positions. Chief was still drumming and quietly chanting. Master Jeb settled back and Will continued the circular motions above his body up to and over his face and head. I noticed Josh was getting white and watched as Breed rubbed him gently on his shoulder. Finally, Will gathered each of Master Jeb’s hands between his and prayed one final time. “Thank you, Great Creator, our Blessed Spirit, Most Holy Father of all things for hearing our prayer. We are grateful for your graciousness to allow our gifts to help this man, our brother. Guide his footsteps onto the path to health, Father, Amen!”

We didn’t need to be told, we all said “Amen” in unison knowing it was the correct response.

“We’re done,” Will announced. The entire process took about thirty minutes, but it seemed like we were standing for hours, "You may let go, now. You may stop drumming, Chief. He reached down, grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over Master Jeb. Then he gently placed the blankets over him. He leaned over and rubbed Master Jeb’s brow and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Lie here for a few minutes, my good master, until we can get things arranged. You must stay down here tonight, sir. I don’t want you climbing the stairs. You’ll be fine tomorrow morning, but tonight, I don’t want you exerting yourself in the least. Beau and I will bring blankets and sheets for the futon. I will stay with you tonight to keep watch with you, for companionship, and to bring you comfort, to lie with you so you may feed on more of my energy as your body requires, and be here for you should you need anything. You must not move more than absolutely necessary. When we get you up, Master Jim and Master Josh will help you over to the leather Futon after Beau and I have made it up for us. Will you abide by my wishes, Master?" Will asked humbly.

“I certainly will, Son,” Jed spoke in a weak voice like he just ran a fast foot race and was breathless, “I don’t know what you did, but I felt a jolt of something go through my body which I thought was going to be my last moment on Earth. I’m exhausted. I feel like I’ve been put through a wringer. I’m wiped out. Funny thing though, I’m happy. I haven’t felt this happy and content in years,” he replied.

“That’s the first sign of healing, Master, a glad heart,” Will assured him.

“That’s exactly it, Son, a glad heart. Those are the words that best describe my feelings,” Master Jeb said with excitement. Breed had to help Josh to one of the overstuffed chairs in the dungeon.

Will went to him. “I’m sorry, Master Josh, I had to draw more from you than I thought. Please, forgive me, you’ll be all right in about an hour. Until then sit and relax. Breed, can you get him something to snack on and something to drink. No alcohol though. Milk, orange juice, coffee, soda, or iced tea. The Dungeon Master and Beau can help me with with Master Jeb.”

Josh assured Will he was all right and not to feel bad. He was there to help, and he learned a lot from the experience.

“Please, Beau, if you’ll help me get sheets and blankets for the futon,” Will requested.

“They’re right over here in this cabinet, Will. I’ll get them,” I said. I got the sheets and blankets. Will and I made the bed for him and Master Jeb.

“Beau, may I ask you to bring him a glass of cold water? He’s gonna’ need it when he sits up,” Will asked.

“Sure, Will, I’ll be right back,” I ran up the stairs to the kitchen and got Master Jeb a glass of cold water from the fridge and brought the pitcher down with me. Will had him sitting up when I returned, and he was right. Master Jeb drank that glass and another one. The Dungeon Master got under one arm, I got under the other and together we helped Master Jeb the ten feet to the bed. He could barely walk. He sat down and then lay down. Will was very attentive and immediately had him under the sheets with blankets over him.

“Are you warm enough, Master?” Will asked.

“Yes, thank you, Son, I feel tired but not a sick tired; more like I did a good hard day's work and looking forward to a good night’s rest,” he said.

“Excellent, Master, that’s exactly how you should feel,” Will said encouraging Master Jeb. Will seemed delighted with that description. He seemed to know what he was doing.

“Well, Gentlemen, thank you for your help. I couldn’t have done it alone. Especially you, Chief, your drumming and chants guided our way to his healing. You’ve been slowly preparing him for healing emotionally and spiritually with your drumming and chants. You have great gifts, Chief. I guarantee you a new man will walk up those stairs tomorrow morning. I will stay with him tonight. He’ll be all right, his body is repairing itself. He needs to draw more from me this evening. I will re-charge his batteries. Master Josh, you have no idea the gift you have. I was wrong about you. Your gift is far greater than I imagined. I’ve never run into anyone with as much potential as you have. If we can channel your gift properly, you will perform healings that will seem like major miracles to most folks.”

We climbed the stairs to the kitchen. We were all emotionally and physically exhausted, including Chief. We had some ice cream, and I showed Breed and Master Josh to the bedroom across from the Bear’s Lair Will and I prepared for them earlier. Master Josh was coming around and felt better, but he was still ghostly white. We said goodnight and went to bed. “Do you think I should sit down there with them tonight, Master Jim?” I asked.

“No, you stay out of there. Will is fully in control of the situation. Let’s let him run with it. I’d trust that little shit with my most valuable possessions, you, Jeb, or Earl,” he said, then he laughed. “Seriously, Beau, I’m convinced he knows what he’s doing. I, for one, have no doubt he’s already done it. He’s healed my best friend. If he thought he needed us he would’ve asked. I’ll check on them just before we turn in and see if they need anything,” he said.

“You know, Master, I agree. I felt something going through us like a freight train. It was an incredible experience, I’m physically and emotionally exhausted,” I said.

“Me, too, love, let’s hit it,” he agreed.

My giant held me for a few minutes, we kissed, and we lapsed into a peaceful sleep; the likes of which, neither of us could remember. It was the most restful sleep I ever experienced. The Dungeon Master did get up during the night and went to check on them. They were both sound asleep. Will was asleep holding Master Jeb in his arms. The Dungeon Master didn’t disturb them.

The next morning we were up early having coffee with Chief before he took off. Master Josh and Breed were up as well. We just got our coffee when the door to the dungeon opened and Master Jeb followed by Will came into the kitchen. Jeb wore his bathrobe, looked rosy cheeked and more alive than either Master Jim or I could remember. “I walked up those stairs unassisted,” he beamed, “Come here, Will,” he said. He hugged, kissed Will, and thanked him.

“Master Jeb, thank Beau, Chief, Master Jim, Breed, but mostly Master Josh from whom I had to draw heavily,” Will said humbly.

“I thank you all. Something has happened to me. I have to have faith in Will. He assures me I’m healing. Unless this is some kind of cruel joke, and I don’t think Will is capable of that, I’m hoping for great things,” he said. He looked at Will and smiled. Jeb went from man to man, hugging, thanking each of us for our unfailing help in the ceremony last night.

“It will take Master Jeb several weeks to regain his total strength, but everyday he’ll get better. I will continue to give him my energy. I’m sure we can count on you, Chief, to drum and chant for us each evening for a while; at least for a week. Now, if I remember correctly, today is the day we go visit little Lyle in the hospital.”

“Can I meet you guys there after work, I’d like to meet him, too?” Chief asked.

“You know where Queen of Angels is, Chief?” the Dungeon Master asked.

“Yeah, I used to live within walking distance. I can meet you in the parking lot,” he replied.

“How about Breed and I coming along?” asked Master Josh. I looked at Master Jim and I got his tacit message, 'don’t say anything about Yoshie.'

“I don’t see why not.” I said and the Dungeon Master nodded approval. He got me aside.

“You did the right thing, but we should warn Yoshie it just happened. Do you want to call him?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, I’ll call him when we get back from the gym. Talk to Chief. He knows the score. Tell him to tell Sam how this happened. We aren’t trying to set this up, it just happened,” I said.

We returned from the gym and I headed to Master Jeb’s study to call Yoshie and the phone rang. It was Yoshie. “Good morning, Beau. How are you?” he asked.

“Fine, Yoshie, I was about to call when the phone rang. I guess Chief told Sam and he called you,” I said.

“Yes. Look, you guys don’t worry. This is meant to be. For all the shit he put me through, I know Breed has a good heart. I’m sure he won’t cause me any problems. Something came over me when dad told me. It was like a great calm. I’m not worried in the least. I know I have your protection. Besides, I’m suppose to run into him here in the ER. Your cards said so,” he said and laughed.

“I know but...”

“Look, set him down, tell him the truth, then if he wants to come, fine. If not, then it isn’t on my conscience. It’s time we forgave each other. I don’t want to live forever with a painful memory in my heart. I need resolution, and I’m sure he does. He has a master now and has a totally new outlook on things. Tell him I’d love to see him again,” Yoshie said.

“All right, Yoshie, if you think it’s best,” I said.

“I do, and you have my blessing and my master’s, too,” he replied.

“Well see you at four-thirty," I said.

“Good, Lyle is driving us crazy. He has improved two-hundred percent and the pain never returned. Doctor Crane can’t sing your and Will’s praises enough. I think he’s going to have Lyle’s parents here this afternoon to meet you guys. Be sure you wear your nose ring. Lyle can’t talk about anything else,” he said. We said our goodbyes, and Yoshie laughed as he hung up.

Breed and his master were sitting in the kitchen having another cup of coffee with Will, Master Jeb, and the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master looked at me questioningly. I shook my head. “Breed, I have something to tell you. I just got off the phone with Will’s doctor, and he told me to be honest with you and Master Josh,” I said.

“About what, Beau?” Breed asked.

“Do you remember what Skip’s Japanese name was?” I asked.

“Yeah, Yoshie Tagame, why?” Breed asked.

“Well, now it’s Doctor Yoshie Tagame, and he’s Will’s doctor,” I said quietly. Breed turned white and started crying in his master’s arms. He already told Josh how he emotionally and physically tortured and abused Yoshie, yet loved him so deeply at the same time. “Yoshie's master is me and Chief’s boss at work. Yoshie and I are good friends and his father carved the block of acrylic for your cock, Master Josh. It was a labor of love for which he would accept no payment. When Yoshie told his dad we returned it to you and you found it beautiful, he cried. Yoshie harbors no ill will toward you Breed. In fact, he said it’s time for resolution and to set each other free.

"He’s come a long way, Brother, and we’re very proud of him. He graduated from med school with top honors. He’s in the intern program at Queen of Angels six months earlier than the rest of his classmates because he had such good grades and high recommendations from his teachers. He loves you Breed, and he knows you still love him. You can’t turn love off and on unless you’re a sociopath. I don’t think you’re that or you wouldn’t hurt so bad at the mention of his name. Go with us and see him again. Say hello. Tell him you love him and you set him free. Tell him what you told me to tell him, that you’re sorry. He understands. He said he’d love to see you again,” I urged him.

“I don’t think I can, Beau. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed by what I did to that man. I’m pleased he's become what he always wanted to be in life, a doctor. Good for Yoshie. No, that's more than just good news, it's fucking wonderful news. I love him all the more for following his dream,” Breed said.

“Unless you put this ghost to rest Breed there’s always gonna’ be a part of you I can’t have,” Master Josh began, “As your master, I won’t order you to go, it’s something you must decide on your own, but I also don’t want just part of you. I want all of you to love and serve me. I want you to think about that before four-thirty, because whether you go or not, I’m going to meet the man, shake his hand, and give him a big hug and a kiss if he’ll allow me to.

"You’ve come a long way, my good slave, but you have to make that final step, or you’ll never be free. It’s the difference between right and wrong, Breed. It may rip your Goddamn guts out, but it’s the right thing to do. If you’re truly sorry about what you did to him, then you need to hear yourself say the words to him whether he accepts them or not. From what I’ve heard about the man, I don’t think that will be a problem. He sounds like a good man and someone I’d like to know. You think about it. We all love you. Were behind you. These men may not approve of what you did, but they see you’re trying to change your life, and they love you for it,” Josh said.

I was shocked and delighted by his master’s words. I thought I was going have to shut the Dungeon Master’s mouth for him. Will had no idea of the relationship between his doctor and Breed. He listened in fascination. Master Jeb had tears in his eyes.

“Breed, if ever I admonished a slave to hear the words of his wise master it would be now,” said the Dungeon Master, “No master here will order you to face Yoshie, but there’s really only one master you have to answer to for your actions on this planet. If you don’t take this opportunity to tell Yoshie it wasn’t his fault and beg his forgiveness, you will forever be stuck in the here and now. What you and Yoshie had was a special passion most people find only once in a lifetime. Some never do. You’ve been fortunate to find it again with your master. The relationship that kindled the passion between you and Yoshie is dead. It had to die for both your sakes. It can never be again; however, the dead must be buried as resolution for the living. With your family and Yoshie's help bury the hurts of the past, Son, so you and Yoshie may go on living and salvage what love you had for each other in your hearts,” Master Jim said.

The Dungeon Master, my giant, my master, my love, couldn’t have more eloquently put it to Breed. I was more proud of my master at that moment than for all the ceremonies, excellent training, or any of a hundred other good things he did well.

Breed remained silent looking down at the floor. He didn’t say a word but turned, walked out of the room to climb the stairs to the room where he and his master were staying and closed the door behind him. He lay across the bed and opened the flood gates of emotions; guilt, hurt, rage, pain, suffering, self-pity, deep passionate love for Yoshie, sympathy, and a deep abiding need to find the strength to rebuild an acceptable image of self-worth. He heard the quiet steps of someones boots enter the room. His master lay across the bed with him, pulled his slave to him, and let him get the rest out as his master held him in his big compassionate forgiving arms. Joshua Cochran was a man who knew how to forgive, who had forgiven much in his life, and would now help his slave forgive himself.

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Part III ~ A Child Shall Lead Them

We got ready to leave for the hospital by three-thirty. Breed decided to accompany us. He and his master followed on their bikes. We took Chief’s truck. Master Jeb was feeling so much better he wanted to come, too, but Will talked him into staying home and resting. By this time Jeb was listening to every word Will said and believing in him.

Before we left Will came to me and put a small gold chain with a small medallion on it into my hand. “Bless this for me, Beau,” he said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Just do as I ask, please. Close your hand over it. Close your eyes and think the power of healing and goodness you wish to give it to protect someone else,” he said.

I did as he asked and felt it begin to grow hot in my hand. It grew hotter until I had to drop it to the floor. Will picked it up and passed if from one hand to the other like a hot potato. “Thank you, Beau, it’s now fully loaded,” he said and grinned.

'Where did this kid come from? What the Hell just happened here?' I thought to myself. “What is that, and why did you ask me to bless it?” I asked bemused.

“It's of little importance until you loaded it. It’s just my old St. Cecilia medal I won in a piano competition when I was a kid. She’s the patron Saint of musicians and burn victims. Now, since you have charged it with special healing and protective powers, I plan to give it to Lyle,” he said.

No wonder Doctor Crane ask us where we came from. This kid knew more than any of us dreamed.

We got to the hospital parking lot at about four-fifteen and found Chief waiting for us. We parked next to his bike. Master Josh and Breed pulled up next to him. We started to go in, but we were missing one person. Breed stayed behind. His master walked back as we all turned to watch. “Aren’t you coming, Slave?” his master asked.

“No, sir, I’ll stay here and watch the bikes,” he replied. Master Josh shook his head and rejoined us.

“I’m not going to force him to come,” Josh said.

“No, you’re right, Josh, it has to be his decision,” the Dungeon Master agreed.

Yoshie saw us right away when we came through the doors and came to greet us. We hugged and kissed him. He wasn’t the least shy about it. Then we introduced Josh Cochran to Yoshie. Josh took Yoshie’s hand and looked him in the eye. “Fuck! A handshake ain’t gonna’ get it; is it, Son?” With that they threw their arms around each other and Josh cried in Yoshie’s arms. Yoshie held him tight and shed a few, too.

“And, Chief!” Yoshie exclaimed as he threw his arms around Chief’s neck to hug and kiss him. “It’s great to see you again, thanks for coming. Lyle has five or six books in his room on American Indians and the different tribes,” Yoshie said.

“Where is your handsome slave, Master Josh?” Yoshie asked.

“He wouldn’t come in. He’s out there with the bikes,” Josh apologized.

“Come, Gentlemen, let me take you up to the children’s ward. One entire floor will be grateful you’re here. Lyle has been driving everyone crazy asking when you were coming. Every thirty minutes he wants to know when his giant is coming with Will and Beau-ring? He calls Beau, Beau-ring. I don't know why. I don’t find you the least boring, Dear,” Yoshie said and giggled. Everyone laughed at Yoshie’s joke.

We got off the elevator and approached Lyle’s room. Lyle’s granddad, Doctor Crane, walked out, saw us, and his face lit up like Sunday morning.

“Gentlemen,” he shook our hands and hugged Will, “and these two fine looking gentlemen would be...?”

“Doctor, allow me introduce my platoon leader in Vietnam, Mr. Joshua Cochran,” Will said. Doctor Crane immediately made the connection and took Josh’s hand.

“Welcome, Mr. Cochran. You are, indeed, welcome, sir. Thank you so much for coming. It's an honor and privilege,” he said.

“Please, Doctor, Josh will be fine,” he replied.

“Thank’s, Josh, there’s one little boy in that room that is driving us nuts,” he said. He and Yoshie laughed.

“Allow me to introduce my fellow corpsman in Nam to you, Doctor Crane. This is Chief James Red Feather. We call him Chief because he's a prince of his tribe and next in line to become a chief,” I explained. The doctor shook Chief’s hand and was wowed Chief was a real Indian Chief.

“My grandson has eight books on American Indians. He's memorize the names of most of the major tribes, Chief. He will fall in love with you immediately. Thanks for coming,” Doctor Crain said.

“And you, Young Man,” he said to Will, “you were quite correct in your prognosis. If all goes well, and I don’t see why it won’t, Lyle will be out of here by the end of next week. I’m no longer skeptic. I know it’s because of your intervention, and I can’t thank you enough. His parents should be here at any moment,” he said. The elevator opened and Lyle’s mom and dad walked off. “Ah, Grace and Tom. Tom’s my son, Gentlemen. Grace and Tom Crane, I’d like you to meet the two gentlemen responsible for Lyle’s speedy recovery. This is Mr. Will Blake and Mr. Beau James. The big gentleman is Mr. Jim Johnson and this is Mr. Josh Cochran. This fine looking tall gentleman is Chief Red Feather,” he graciously introduced us to Lyle's parents. Tom Crane shook our hands, but it wasn’t enough for Mrs. Crane, she had to hug each of us and cried as she hugged Will and me.

“Dad assures us of your healing gifts, and we’re most grateful. You’re welcome in our home anytime, Gentlemen,” Mrs. Crane said.

Will took the lead and spoke for all of us. “We were glad to help Mr. and Mrs. Crane. None of us could stand to see your beautiful little boy in pain. How’s he doing?” he asked.

Before his granddad or parents could answer, we heard a little voice behind us screaming, “Will! Beau! Big Jim!” We watch a handsome boy with tiny little legs running as fast as they would carry him to leap into my master’s arms. He hugged Big Jim, kissed him on the cheek, and our beloved Dungeon Master kissed the small boy back.

“You said you’d come to see me and you did. I told them you would.” said Lyle.

“How’s our favorite little person today?” Master Jim asked Lyle.

Lyle lowered his voice. “A lot better since you’re here, Big Jim. I love you, Big Jim, and I know why Will and Beau love you, too,” he said and grinned like it was a secret.

“You do? Well, that's good, and I love you, too, Scamp,” Master Jim replied.

“I have to say 'hello' to Beau and Will and who else have you brought to visit me? He next ran to me, hugged, and kissed me. Then he ran to Will and whispered, “I saved the best for last, Will,” as he hugged and kissed him. “Now who are these two motorcycle riders who have such kind faces?” he asked.

“Lyle Crane this is a close friend of mine and was my platoon leader in Vietnam, Mr. Josh Cochran,” Will said. Lyle took his hand and then jumped into Josh’s arms, hugged, and kissed him, too.

“Any friend of Will’s, Beau’s, and my giant’s is a friend of mine,” he declared.

“I've heard so much about you Lyle, I had to come and see for myself if what they said about you was true, and they were right, you are a charmer,” Josh said. Everyone laughed.

“Lyle, this gentleman here is a very special friend of ours. His name is Chief Jim Red Feather,” I introduced him.

Lyle’s eyes got enormous as he struggled to get free of Josh’s arms. He ran to Chief, jumped into his arms, hugged, and kissed him, looked him in the eye and spoke, “Yavapai tribe; right, Chief?” he asked. Our mouths dropped open and his parents looked at us.

“That's remarkable, Son. How’d ju’ know?” Chief asked in awe. He barely got out, he was so stunned.

“You mean he was right, Chief?” Dr. Crane asked.

“Dead on, right,” Chief confirmed and grinned.

“It was easy,” said Lyle, “tall and handsome equals Yavapai. They're one of the finest looking tribe of people, and you're certainly good looking enough,” Lyle spoke with confidence.

Chief picked up on Lyle’s use of the word ‘people’ to mean native American Indians.

“Why, thank you, Lyle,” said Chief as he, too, kissed the young boy on the cheek. He got down from Chief’s arms and ran back to Josh.

“Hold me, Mr. Josh, please,” Josh didn’t hesitate to pick him up in his big arms.

“Can we please get back in your room, young man,” His grandfather scolded in mock sternness. Josh carried Lyle back into his room and sat him on his bed.

“Will, Mr. Josh has the same touch as you only stronger,” Lyle said.

“Then you can feel it, Lyle?” Will asked.

“Oh, sure, I’ll never forget how you touching me felt as long as I live, and he has the same touch, but his is much stronger,” Lyle said.

“Then, will you please tell him, for me, Lyle. I’ve been trying to tell him for the last week his gift is much stronger than mine,” Will said.

“Oh, it is, Mr. Josh, it is. Would you, please, hold me again for a little while?” Josh looked at his grandfather who nodded his approval. Josh sat on the bed, took Lyle in his lap, and put his arms around him.

Will watched and smiled at Lyle. “Take what you need but send the rest back to him, Lyle. He’s pretty strong; however, I think you can handle it now. Do you know what I’m talking about?” Will asked.

“Oh, yes, Will, I can feel it. It’s sort of like drinking his energy through my skin, and I only have to take as much as I need to stop being thirsty; right?” Lyle asked.

“You’re exactly right, young man. I couldn’t have put it better myself. Now, I have something for you,” Will said as he reached into his shirt pocket and brought out the chain with the medallion and placed it in Lyle’s hand. “This is an old medal I won years ago in a piano competition. It’s a St. Cecilia Medal. Saint Cecilia was the patron saint of musician’s and burn victims. It was fully charged this afternoon by a special friend of mine who possesses an ability to charm anything he touches. I want you to wear it until you get well. Then, I want you to pass it on to another child who is a burn victim, for him or her to wear until they’re healed. You must give it to them with the understanding they, too, must pass it on once they're healed. Each time it's passed on to another victim it gains strength," Will explained.

“Oh, I will, Will. Can you put it own for me?” Will slipped it gently over Lyle’s small neck. It looked quite handsome on him. His mother and father beamed and were wowed by Will’s gift.

“Is he getting too heavy to hold, Josh?” Tom Crane asked.

“No, sir, he’s fine. He has a little more he wants and needs to take from me. I can feel it now. I thought these guys were loony. I didn’t believe in this at all. Now, I’m a believer. I can actually feel him ‘drinking’ from me. He said it best. That’s exactly how it feels; right, Little Buddy?” Josh asked Lyle.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Josh, I’m not gonna’ have any scars or anything am I?" Lyle asked.

“I don’t think so, Son, but you better ask Will for sure,” Josh said.

“He knows how how to use the energy. He’s applying it to the right areas, and I think he’ll have very little scaring or none,” Will said.

Lyle’s parents couldn’t believe what was happening before their own eyes. Doctor Crane never saw it in action so easily observed. There was no hocus-pocus to this. It was a real exchange of energy, a healing energy that might somehow be measured.

“Will, Mr. Cochran, how can we ever thank you? Big Jim, Beau, Chief, Josh? You must come for an afternoon and let us do a barbecue patio thing. We’d love to have you.

“We’d love to if we can find the time, sir,” said Big Jim.

“I’ve had enough, Mr. Josh. Thank you for holding me and giving you strength to me. I hope your slave feels better, sir," Lyle said boldly.

Josh looked at Lyle and smiled. Lyle’s parents looked at him and gasped. Doctor Crane caught their eye and shook his head not to respond. He would explain later, if he could.

“Did that come through with my energy, Little One?” Josh asked.

“Yes, sir, but don’t worry. Doctor Yoshie’s outside by your bike right now talking with him. They’re gonna’ be just fine, Master Josh. Promise me something, sir?” Lyle asked.

“What’s that, Son?” Josh asked the boy.

“Please don’t call yourself Captain Nemo anymore. You’re so much more than that, but mostly because I love you. Josh picked up Lyle, hugged, and kissed him.

“I promise, I won’t ever call myself that again, and I love you, too, Scamp. Thank you, Lyle, you've taught me a great lesson I’ll never forget. By the same token, I'll never forget you either, Little Man. My memory of you will always be in my heart,” Josh said.

“Take care of yourself and your slave, Master Josh. Get him a ring for his nose, he deserves it. He wants one, you know. He’s just too shy to ask for it. He was right about the other thing, too, it’s the perfect place for him to keep your love,” Lyle winked at Josh.

“I will get him ringed, young man, I promise,” Josh Cochran had tears running down his face and had to get out of the room. We said our goodbyes and left.

Lyle didn’t want Big Jim to go. “Big Jim, I love you, I always will,” Lyle cried.

“I’ll always love you, too, Lyle, now you get better quick,” Big Jim said.

Lyle’s parents and grandfather walked us to the door. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but may I call on you gentlemen from time to time if we have some hopeless case and we can get parental consent to try alternative healing measures?”

“We'll try, Doc, but you know me pretty well by now. I’ll be honest with what I can or can’t do,” Will told him.

“I know, Will, and that was one of the first things that made me want you to look at Lyle was your honesty. I noticed you didn’t try to lie to him either, and you were right not to. He wouldn’t have trusted you if you did. Kids know in an instant when they are being given the run around,” he said.

“I’d be glad to help, Doctor Crane, if Will and Beau will teach me more about how to use my gift. I’m glad I came today. Your grandson taught me more in thirty minutes than a life time of explaining would ever get through. He’s one bright kid, Doc. You should be very proud of him,” Josh said.

Doctor Crane got tears in his eyes, thanked us all, and then excused himself. We walked to the parking lot and there was Breed and Yoshie sitting on the grass with their arms around each others shoulders laughing their heads off. They closed the gap. They could go on now and become friends. They still loved each other very much. The old Breed died. Yoshie and the new Breed were now friends. Breed’s master couldn’t have been happier or more proud of him. He hugged Yoshie, thanked him and told him to thank his dad for the beautiful carving work.

“I only hope to thank him in person one day, Yoshie.” Yoshie and Breed kissed in front of God, everybody, and the hospital. Yoshie didn’t give a shit and by this time he could do no wrong in the eyes of the staff at the hospital. Not only could he heal, he had friends who could heal as well. Yoshie established himself quickly as one of the foremost authorities on emergency medicine. Doctor Crane and his family sent Christmas Cards for years with photos of Lyle and is little sister Ruth.

Doctor Crane continued to use Will and Josh’s help on critical patients for years. They never failed to pull a child from the brink of death, and the child would heal almost overnight. They never charged a penny for their time or healing. Josh quickly learned to use his gift. It didn’t replace his penis, but it gave him a new, stronger identity as to who he was and his relationship with his master who gave him his gift.

We never figured out exactly how little Lyle knew such intimate things about Josh. Will explained Josh's energy was so strong, and he was inexperienced, he didn't know to filter personal energy from his main load, and Lyle was sensitive enough to filter it out. It didn’t matter, Josh took the child’s words to heart and understood the universe sometimes speaks to us in the most wonderful and mysterious of ways. He never again referred to himself as Captain Nemo. Lyle was right, he was so much more than nothing.

Josh made sure, at the next family get together, Breed got a ring through his nose. Breed couldn’t have been more proud to wear his master’s ring. Breed grew in strength of character and became his master’s right hand. He and Josh were inseparable. His love and respect for his master grew over the years. Breed took being a slave to a new level of dignity. He became a model for all would-be young slaves to emulate. He was devoted to his master and proud to be his slave. He wore his master’s cock in his ass for years and swore, with his master’s permission, he would be buried with it. I never heard a conversation within our family concerning the question how Breed and his master might have sex. It didn’t matter as long as they were happy, and they were. They became one of the most successful master/slave relationships in our family.

Josh Cochran and Will kept our family healthy. If someone was ill they came to a family function and either Will, Josh or both would see to their needs. Doc Dan, who later became a family member, was amazed by their gifts and used them many times to help some person in great need. They never said no. Will, Josh, Breed, Zack, Beryl, and Blaine all became the central hub or core of the family. They were forever having a family get together and everybody came. It was party time.

Bull and Charlie adopted an abandoned little white haired, blue eyed two year old boy someone left on their doorstep one night. They didn’t really adopt him, they just kept him. No one returned for him, and they raised him as their own. Slow them down? Not a bit. They brought the kid to all the family functions, and he ran around naked with his slave dad, Charlie. He climbed up into more big loving men’s laps, got petted, loved and played with more than any kid on the west coast. He grew up straighter than a board, became a noted dentist, had six kids, and brought his wife and kids to all the family functions. The kids loved it. The minute they got there their clothes came off. They cried because they had to put them back on to go home.

Their dad couldn’t wait to get his clothes off either. He was a fine looking man and loved to run around naked with the rest of the family. He grew up that way. He was comfortable. He was well adjusted, happy and his kids were, too. They were well behaved and mannerly. He figured if his slave dad Charlie had good manners, it was okay for him and his kids to have a few. He loved Bull and Charlie with a passion no son has ever had for his parents. They were pretty fond and proud of him, too. They never knew his real name, but they gave him the name Bill. Bull’s last name was Dagget. So he became William or Bill Dagget. The family had other ideas. Big Beryl immediately gave him the nickname ‘Whitey’ because of his platinum hair and fair skin. No one ever call him Bill except Bull and Charlie. It was always Whitey. He carried that nickname all his life and was proud of it.

On the way back from the hospital I was kind of sad. I didn’t pay attention to where we were going until we turned up the hill to my master’s house in Silverlake. Nothing was said to me. Big Jim pulled in Master Earl’s carport. My master came out to greet us in his uniform, to Will’s delight. We went in and Will, Breed, and I went though the ritual with him. He had dinner for us and Master Jim excused himself and Will to get back to Mt. Washington to see about Master Jeb.

Master Josh, Breed and Chief left with the Dungeon Master and Will. They left me with my master. He had to work the next day but the Dungeon Master was going to pick me up on his way to the gym. He arranged this with his brother so we could have one quality night before my weekend away from the family. I loved the big man and knew why little Lyle instantly loved him. He was a good hearted, kind, and thoughtful man. He knew I needed my master that evening, and he saw to it we were together. My master needed me, too.

I got fucked or rode my master five times that night. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other, or we were storing up our love for winter. I will always remember the urgency we shared that night. A fear that went unspoken that maybe, just maybe, our hopes, dreams, and plans for all these months were not going to turn out the way we planned. Master Earl kept telling me to have faith in Wes. He didn’t trained Wes to become the slave he was to let his master down at this point. I tried hard, but even after all the miraculous things I’d seen happen in the last three months it was difficult. I was always led up to the candy dish, only to be told I couldn’t have any. I was used to it. I accepted it. Why should this be any different?

I lay in the arms of a man who had infinite love for me that night. His whole being projected his need and love for me. I didn’t dare weep lest he wake and hear me again. I lay in his bed with a soft warm summer breeze drifting in from the patio, and I heard the wee small voice I heard all those months ago in the desert lying next to my giant at Beryl and Blaine’s: “Trust your Masters. Your faith will be rewarded. Love will show you the way.” I slept peacefully in the arms of love, the generous arms of my master.

End of Chapter 28 ~ The Ties That Bind
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