3TB_29

THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 29 ~ Captain Fantasic and The Brown Dirt Cowboy

Part I ~ Captain Fantastic

Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero
Just someone his mother might know
Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics
"Two teas both with sugar please"
In the back of an alley ~ Bernie Taupin

The Dungeon Master picked me up early the next morning and we rode together to the gym. We had lots to do to get the gym ready for the owner for the weekend. We worked steady and got everything done in good time. We finished our workout just as the owner and the morning regulars entered the gym. We paid our respects and once again he was wowed the place was so neat. We rode back to Mt. Washington and Master Jeb and Will had breakfast ready.

Master Jeb had an early morning doctor’s appointment and Will was going to drive him in Master Jeb's truck. He was feeling a hundred percent better. He wasn’t winded and could go for longer periods with out sitting. Will babied him like he was his child. Truth be known, Master Jeb was wallowing in the attention. He enjoyed Will’s unassuming and unconditionally loving company. Will never pushed. He only used solid logic and sound reasoning our beloved master couldn't refute. Chief was also very attentive to Master Jeb. Jeb was really looking forward to his visit to his doctor. He wanted to see what the doctor said about his recovery. He didn't need the doctor to tell him he was getting stronger day by day.

The Dungeon Master received a call from Master Bear’s Dungeon Master who told him the address and phone number of the home where I would be staying over the weekend. He told Master Jim, Master Bert, Oscar, or Billy could confirm the information if need be. Would the slave be ready by six this afternoon? Please instruct the slave to bring any leathers and enough casual clothes for the weekend? If he has some western riding clothes he might want to bring those along. He would be by at exactly six o’clock and his driver would come to the door for the slave. Master Jim took the information and told him I would be ready; however, I must be returned by nine Sunday evening. Master Bear’s Dungeon Master assured Big Jim, the return time would be strictly adhered to.

I was ready before six, my small bag packed and my body cleaned. A good looking man in a chauffeurs uniform came to the door and asked for the slave who was to be auctioned. He led me to a long black limousine with dark windows. I looked ominous. He opened one of the back doors for me and there was a mature ruggedly handsome man inside with nothing on but a leather harness with a cod piece, tall heavy boots, and a master’s cap. He allowed me to sit for a few minutes and get comfortable before he introduced himself. “I’m the Captain’s Dungeon Master. I am a slave like you, but you will treat me as your master until we’re told otherwise. Is that clear?” he asked.

“Yes, Dungeon Master, sir,” I replied.

“Good, Slave. I have been instructed to tell you I have no name and why. My master took my name away from me because I displeased him, and now I have none. You will call me either Dungeon Master, Master X, or sir. All are acceptable,” he said very business-like.

“Yes, sir, Master X, I will obey,” I replied. He looked me up and down.

“Now, since we understand each other, you will remove your clothing,” he demanded.

I quickly removed my clothes, folded them neatly, and put them in my bag. I awaited further instructions. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his big boots. I was on them in an instant. I cleaned them with my tongue for several minutes until he snapped his fingers and pointed to his cod piece on his harness. I began to lick it and make love to the leather covering, curious as to what my tongue might discover underneath. Master X was not a handsome man, but he had a rugged, hard look to him much like Bull. His body was in fantastic shape. It was obvious he worked out daily. As I worked at cleaning his cod piece, he carefully watched me. He snapped his fingers for me to remove it. I found the corner snap with my tongue, carefully took it in my teeth, and popped the snaps until it was off. His large, fat, uncut cock dropped into my face. He had a beautiful well filled ball sack that hung low from his body.

He snapped his fingers, pointed to his cock, and I started making the proper homage and love to the monster. It was as big or bigger than Master Jeb’s. He held it up for me to lick, clean underneath, and make love to the underside. Then I started on his balls. I licked every inch sucking and cleaning until he snapped his fingers again. He told me to sit in the other seat on the opposite side of the Limo from him. I obeyed. He opened a control panel and pressed a button. A door slid open between the two seats, and he motioned me through. We moved into another compartment where you could see out the back of the limo as we were traveling down the freeway, but no one could see in. The area was about the size of a queen size bed covered with a black leather protective covering. It was a bed for sleeping on long trips. There were small lights for reading and a small fridge fully stocked with any beverage you might want.

“We have a fully stocked bar,” Master X said and motioned to the bar. “Will you join me in a drink to be sociable, Slave?” he asked.

“Yes, please, Master X, I’ll have anything with vodka... Screwdriver, Tom Collins, Boody Mary.... whatever,” I replied. He handed me a cold, small can as he popped the top for me. He had a Martini. There were big leather throw pillows in each corner and he propped himself up and motioned for me to lay against him. I put my head on his enormous chest and relaxed as we watched the freeway roll-out behind us.

“I like to put a slave in his place to remind him who's in charge from the beginning. So far, you've responded quite well, Slave,” Master X said.

“Thank you, sir,” I replied and enjoyed a taste of my drink.

“Master wanted me to fuck you on the way and give him a report after we arrive, but there’s plenty of time for that. Let’s lie here for a few minutes and get to know one another. I’ll share a little about myself, and you can tell me about yourself,” he paused for a moment and took a sip of his drink before he began his story, "The Captain bought me shortly after he bought his first two slaves. He had them cut immediately. I was sold into slavery by a Mafia gang who told me if I ever walked the streets again as a freeman, I would be killed immediately. I was a straight man with no family ties, but it was hard for me to accept slavery under any circumstances, let alone the idea of being fucked in the butt by a man as large as the Captain was reported to be. He sensed my unwillingness to cooperate and had me on an operating table ready to gas me to remove everything when I begged him to reconsider. I told him if he let me keep my masculinity I would perform better than his expectations. He gave me one chance.

He had the Veterinarian hose me out and place me in a stirrup chair. He pulled out his enormous cock and slammed it in me as hard as he could. To save my cock and balls, I learned quickly to ride the man’s cock like rodeo cowboy rides a bull. I didn’t give a shit how much it hurt. That hurt was preferable to losing my manhood. Pretty soon it didn’t hurt so bad. It almost became bearable. Before he had his fill of fucking me and reached a climax, I was screaming at the top of my lungs begging him to fuck me harder. It was the most wonderful sexual experience of my life. I knew, genitals or no genitals, I had to stay with this man. Leaving him or even considering escape was not an option; not because of the fear of the Mafia, but because I had to have that feeling again, pain and all. He hurts me to this day, but the feeling after the hurt goes away is worth twice the pain,” he said, and smiled like he knew I understood. I nodded my agreement.

“Then you are very much in love with the Captain, Master X?” I asked.

“That’s a sore spot with him. I can’t bring myself to tell another man I love him. I could tell a ‘good-old boy bro’ I love him, but that’s different. Well, you look like a sensitive kid. I think you know what I’m talking about,” he said.

“Yes, sir, I do, indeed. There’s brotherly love and then there’s a bonded love between two men,” I agreed.

“Exactly. I give him everything he wants sexually and more, but I can’t give him the love he needs. He’s been good to keep his end of our bargain. As long as I satisfy him on occasion and keep his harem of eunuch slaves fucked once a week, he allows me to keep my genitals. He occasionally fucks one of his eunuchs as well, so I don’t have to fuck ‘em every week; however, sometimes I do if he’s gone. He wants everyone fucked at least once a week, sometimes twice a week when they're not in service or rented by some other master. So it keeps my old cock pretty busy. I have complete control over them. I’m their master and he’s my master. You might become my master as well. He’s looking for the right slave who can handle the household, including me, and give him the love he needs. You’ll probably be allowed to keep your cock and balls...nice ones, too, I might add, ringed and all. The septum piercing is a definite plus ,and he will love the others as well.

"Since you’re to be over me in the household, we'll probably fuck each other from time to time for his amusement. Don't expect me to be gentle with you. He expects to see his slaves fucked good and hard. He has beaten me in front of all his slaves for not doing so. You may be expected to fuck me for his amusement. If so, I expect you to fuck me as hard as I would you; perhaps, even harder, for your sake as well as mine. If he gets the slightest idea either of us is holding back, we both will end up in the stocks being whipped savagely until blood is drawn. I guarantee, you will never be gentle with me or any slave again. He is a hard, strict, demanding, but fair minded master.

He’s concerned about and takes great care of his slaves. Onetime I was deathly ill with some croup or something and the doctors gave me up for dead. They told him to take me home, make me as comfortable as possible, and let me die. He brought me home and nursed me back to health. He wouldn’t let any of the other slaves care for me. He nursed me around the clock himself. Cleaned me when I couldn’t make it to the bathroom or request a pan fast enough. He never once complained. I owe him my life, but I can’t tell the man I love him. I can tell you I love him very much, but it’s in confidence, and you won't repeat it,” he said and smiled.

“You have my word, Dungeon Master; unless he point blank asks me then I won't lie to my master,” I replied.

“Nor would I expect you to under those circumstances. I’m reasonable, but the subject will never come up. I’m comfortable in my position with him, and it doesn’t threaten me he’s looking for another slave to share his bed on a full time basis. He deserves it. I haven’t been able to give him that; however, I think enough of him, accept him fully as my master, and have developed a deep respect and a modicum of affection for him, I want to see him happy. He hasn’t been for sometime. Especially since the accident,” he said.

“The fire? Saving his slave?” I asked.

“You’ve heard the story?” he asked.

“Only a brief description from a master in my family who knows him,” I said.

“That would be Master Sam, a fine man,” he allowed.

“That’s right. Do you know Master Sam?” I asked.

“I know him well. He’s fucked my ass many times for my master’s pleasure. I know his slave Yoshie, and I’m quite fond of him. He’s a beautiful slave and highly intelligent,” he replied.

“That’s Doctor Yoshiro Tagame now, Master X,” I corrected him and smiled.

“No shit, well good for Yoshie, I knew he had it in him. You don’t say? Damn! That’s really great news. You be sure and tell our master. He’ll have a fit. He’s always been fond of Yoshie and Master Sam,” he said.

“If I tell you I have limited psychic powers would you believe me?” I asked Master X.

“I’ve heard of such but never known anyone who possessed them. Why?" he asked.

“About the fire and the saving of the slave, it’s true there was a fire and your master heroically saved his slave from burning to death but he was not burned. The leather hood he is reported to wear is for some other purpose. A disguise perhaps,” I said.

Master X didn’t react. “What makes you think that?” he asked after a brief pause.

“I just know. It came to me in a vision. I could see it clear as day. He cleverly wet a blanket in the shower and put it over him and his slave. He had his slave in his arms and ran though the flames just in time to escape the building collapsing. It hasn’t come to me the reason why he wears the leather mask, but it will, it's only a matter of time,” I said confidently.

“You couldn’t expect me to comment one way or the other," he said coldly without nuance.

“I wouldn’t if I were in your position. I’m simply telling you this because you’ve been open with me, and I felt I could be with you. I was taught to trust a man until he proves unworthy. I'm certainly not foolish enough to call his bluff. He may wear what he wishes if he is to be my master for a weekend or the rest of my life, but if he's deceitful coming out of the gate, it doesn't bode well for his karma or his character," I said without nuance.

“Trust me, young slave, whether you are a willing slave, indentured, or have been forced into slavery, it is not your place to question, speculate, or second guess the actions or motives of your master. It just isn't done, especially with a man as powerful and demanding as the Captain. For your peace of mind I strongly advise you to leave your psychic abilities, real or imagined, behind you or tie them in a bundle and deeply sublimate them in the deep six of your subconscious. He does not readily suffer fools, charlatans, religious fanatics of any ilk, astrologers, or psychic phenomenon freaks. Speak no more of your suspicions.

"To assure you of my trust; unwise words which might be said in this vehicle remains here. There was too much traffic noise a minute ago, and your words became garbled. I have not heard your talk of deceit nor will I mention this conversation to him. Best you not speak of such things around him, but have no doubt, he will become your master. You may count on it. If the Captain wants something, cost is no object. If he likes you, and I can tell you right now he will, then you will become his property.

"You’re one of the prettiest pieces of slave flesh I’ve seen in quite a while. The Captain has entertained, interviewed, and rejected many. Your rings are perfection. He will shit his leather pants when he sees the ring through your nose. He’s always wanted to ring me, but never got around to it. I never wanted it, but now I see yours, I have hope he might reconsider. I would also love to have my tits ringed and one in my cock like yours. He will go crazy for those.”

"I wasn't given a choice, Master X, but since I have been ringed I'm not sorry for them. I find them highly erotic and sexually stimulating," I replied.

“Have you finished your drink, Slave?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you, Dungeon Master, it was very refreshing and a bit relaxing,” I replied.

“We better get you fucked. I can come pretty quick so you won’t have to hurt for too long,” he said as an obvious brag and trying to sound compassionate at the same time.

I traveled too far to ignore a statement lumping me with the attitude of his stable slaves. Humility with another slave should only go so far as the respect offered. “Master X, I hope I’m not your typical slave. I’ve been trained to take big cocks, deep, long, and hard. I would expect to give you as much pleasure as possible since you're my designated master in this automobile, or as the Captain's Dungeon Master. If you’re to give him a truthful report, then I expect it to be true from my participation as well as yours. Take as much of this slave’s ass as you need, and more, if it brings you comfort and pleasures you well enough. Remember I have some modicum of pleasure to be gain from my full participation serving you as well,” I said with considerable conviction. He couldn't have missed my meaning.

“Fine, whatever," he replied like my opinion or confidence was of little importance to him, "You’re not to come slave while I'm fucking you. Master wants to make you come himself. If you feel close, I’ll back off until it passes,” he said.

“I’ll obey, Dungeon Master,” I replied. I moved to his crotch to his huge cock. “May I, Master?" I asked.

“You may, Slave,” he replied. I began to make the obligatory love to his shaft, and again, he held it up for me to make love to every inch of it. “You may have it, Slave,” he said and I began to take him deep in my throat. I could feel him relax and stretch out under me. It was feeling good to him. I managed to coat it nicely with my saliva, then pulled back.

“I’m ready, Master,” I said.

He raised my legs and placed them on his shoulders, positioned his enormous fat cock at my back door, then leaned over me. “I don’t usually make love to the eunuchs, but you’re different. I will make love to you, Slave,” he said. He began to kiss me, and I opened to him. His tongue was deep in my mouth as he took me hard to the base of his considerable cock. I began to kiss him more passionately as my asshole began to argue with his size. He was larger than I first thought. He felt it to. He kept kissing me and exploring my mouth until he was satisfied my ass stopped its complaint. He moved his head to my side, and I began to softly thank him for his hard entry. I told him how good he took me, and it reminded me I was his slave for the evening. I told him no matter what our future positions might be I expected to be taken as hard or harder than he might any of the eunuchs under his care.

He didn’t respond except to withdraw slowly and slam it into me again as hard as he could. I could tell this was a master to be reckoned with in the fucking department. Master X started with some slow, long deep strokes to get me loosened up and my butt juices flowing. Once he began to feel me open up to him he began to fuck me with shorter, harder strokes that were, at best, teeth rattling. He took his fucking seriously. He was taking my admonishment to take me as hard or harder than his eunuchs quite seriously. I encouraged him. “Master X, you’re fucking me so good. That’s right. Right there, sir. Oh, Damn. You really do know how to fuck a slave, sir. Harder please, Master X. Ride my ass, Master X. I need your good fucking, sir. Oh, shit. Please, sir. Oh, God. That’s really riding me, sir.”

I could tell my talk and encouragement was building him up. He was going up the hill. I had a feeling he was like Master Jim and Master Zack who needed to feel like they opened that secret place only masters can get into in a slave’s ass for the sweetest part of the fuck. I relaxed my rosebud completely, and he felt it. He knew he got into my secret area, and he was going to take it away from me. I encouraged him again. “Goddamn, Master X, you’ve taken it away from your slave. That’s the good stuff right there, Master, take all you need, sir. You’ve fucked me really hard to get it, Master. It’s yours. Claim it for your own, Master,” I urged him.

All of a sudden I felt his flow begin. It was all I could do to keep from coming, but I didn’t. I sure as Hell wanted to, but I managed to hold back. He came so hard it must have been a great emotional release for him. He collapsed on me and began to sob. I threw my arms around him and held him close. He started to withdraw his cock. “No, please, Master, stay in me for a while. You need to stay for a while. I need to milk you for the rest of your seed,” I said.

Master X shoved his massive cock all the way back into me at my request and continued to sob in my arms. I continued to hold him tight and gently milked him with my ass feeling more of his flow spill into me. I thought it was strange this big man so cocksure of himself was releasing his pent up emotions in the arms of a new slave, but I didn’t try to stop his crying. I held him and insisted he remain in me until he got it all out. He did, then he kissed me tenderly on the mouth, and I returned his passion.

“Feel better, Master?” I asked.

“A lot, slave. You were one fine fuck. I took all I wanted and then some. You never once made me feel unwelcome. I don't receive that openness or giving spirit from the eunuchs, but I fuck them anyway. I could probably get more response from fucking two slices of raw liver held in my hand. I have to fuck them, it’s my job. Just once I’d like one of them to give to me freely like you just did. That’s why I broke down. I won’t apologize because I think you might understand,” he said.

“I do, Master X, but I promise you anytime you and I join for sex, no matter who is doing the fucking you’ll get all of me freely given. So will your master. I’ve been trained so it’s inconceivable for me to do otherwise,” I replied.

“Then, I'm sure, you will become the Captain’s property. He will have you for his number one slave. I will serve you as willingly as I do him, Slave. You have earned my respect with that fuck,” he said with authority.

“And you, mine, Dungeon Master. It’s rare I have been fucked with so much passion from any master. I thank you for using me. Whether I’m to be over you or not, I’ll always thank any man who throws a good a fuck into me like you just did,” I complimented him. He kissed me again gently and started to withdraw. “Please stay a while longer, Master X. Are we about to arrive?” I asked.

“No, we have about thirty minutes yet. Like another drink?” he asked.

“If you don’t withdraw from me, sir, I’d love one,” I replied. He laughed at my bargain.

“It's a deal, Slave. You feel really too good to pull out of right now anyway. Let’s relax and let my cock soak up there while we enjoy our drinks,” he allowed.

He popped another Screwdriver for me and another Martini for him. We clinked cans in a toast. He moved us on our sides so we lay facing each other. One elbow propping each of us up to drink our cocktails. Every now and then he would take a long deep stroke into my ass, and I would thank him, telling him how good he felt. He truly loved to fuck ass, but didn’t seem to be getting much pleasure from the harem he was servicing. He told me it was a job. He fucked them and sent them on their way. There wasn’t much emotion to it. He expressed almost no fulfillment. He compared it to jacking off in a goats ass. He told me sometime jacking off was more pleasure than keeping the harem serviced. He said none of them would ever consider what we were doing right now. He said he could force them, but it was like herding cattle. It was a job.

“This is more like making love, Slave, to enjoy your partner. Talking quietly and knowing they’re comfortable and enjoying having you inside them; once in a while letting them ride your shaft to watch the pleasure cross their face; swapping a little spit or enjoying a drink together. This is what love should be about, relaxing and finding comfort with each other,” he lamented.

“I agree, Dungeon Master and it’s a shame more people don’t take the time to give these little things to each other. They can mean so much,” I said. He took another deep stroke into my ass. “Damn, Master X, that one felt great; another, please,” I urged. He complied. It was a good one. “Do we have time for you to take me one more time, Master?” I asked.

“Are you serious, Slave? You want me to take you again?” he asked in reply.

“Let me take you, Master. You lie back, and I’ll ride you off,” I replied.

“No slave has ever done that for me. I don’t think I could get off that way, but I’m willing to try, Slave. Show me what you got,” he demanded.

He adjusted himself on the leather throw pillows, and I began to ride him slowly. He got a grin on his face like he didn’t know how he should react. When I started to stroke him a lot harder and stronger with some pretty steady rhythm his looked changed to one of ‘Holy shit! This slave is serious; this is starting to feel pretty damn good.’ I knew I had his attention when he stretched out his body and settled lower in the throw pillows with his head. He began to arch his back every now and then to meet some of my harder, ass slapping strokes to the base of his cock as we began to climb two hills at once. The hill to the mansion where his master lived and his climb toward shooting his second load into me.

He arched his back to meet my strokes and cried out, “Shit, slave, you’ve done it; you got me! I can’t hold it any longer. You’re taking it away from me, you little shit. Oh, God, that’s so good, I can’t believe it. Fuck! You’re getting it in your ass, Slave. Take it, Son! Take it all! You’ve earned it, Slave. Milk it, boy. Get it all! Arrruug!" he groaned. I eased off and slowly began to milk the last of his ejaculate from him. He began to laugh and I joined him.

“Thank you, Master X, for letting me ride you. You have one Hell of a fine riding cock. I hope to ride it again for you before the weekend is over. With your permission of course,” I said.

“Are you kidding? I won’t get you away from that old man for a minute unless you suggest we perform for him,” he said.

“Then you can count on it, Master X. I want to ride you again, even if I have to perform for our master. I ain't shy,” I said.

He kissed me and looked out the window. “Holy shit, we’re almost there, and I haven’t put your collar on. Let me get your plug back into you,” he said excited.

He quickly plugged my ass, retrieved the collar from the other compartment and had me join him. “You won’t have to dress as we’ll be inside the compound and no one can see anyway. Grab my cod piece for me and snap it back,” he asked more than commanded. I hurriedly did as he requested. The gate was opening and we were both laughing trying to get ready to exit the limo. We finally got our act together, and he snapped a leash onto my collar. We were ready. He grabbed me, hugged me, and kissed me deeply one last time.

“Thanks, young slave, I could easily come to love you. You will be a welcome addition to the captain's staff,” he said.

“Thank you, Master X, I feel the same about you,” I replied.

The door to the limo was opened and the driver helped me out. He took my bag and Master X followed. He took my leash and led me up the steps to an impressive mansion in the desert. It was huge. We walked to the front door and lights came on. A butler opened the door in uniform with tails. He bowed to the Dungeon Master and me, but didn’t react to me being naked.

“Gwenn, this is our weekend slave, Beau James,” the Master X introduced me. Gwenn extended his hand,and I shook it.

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. James, just call me 'Gwenn,'” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” I replied.

“Just, Gwenn,” he reiterated.

“Thank you, Gwenn,” I said.

“Excellent. Master’s gong to find you most acceptable; eh, Dungeon Master?” he asked.

“You ain't just a' whistle'n Dixie, Gwenn,” Master X threw at him, “This one’s a keeper. Where’s our master?” he asked the butler.

“He’s in the spa, Dungeon Master, and asked me to instruct you and the new slave join him there,” Gwenn replied.

“Come with me, Slave,” the Dungeon Master led me by my leash down a flight of stairs out into a huge greenhouse affair which covered a large swimming pool. To one side was an enormous spa who's water spilled into the pool. Sitting in the spa was a huge man, a good bit larger than my giant. He was sitting alone. He was wearing a black hood over his head which fit him perfectly. He arose from the spa and walked toward us looking me up and down. He held me at arms length and looked closely at every ring.

He gently took my cock in his hand and examined my cock ring. I think he was smiling. It was hard to tell with his mask on. I happened to look at his cock. Holy Mother! It was as big or bigger than my Dungeon Master's and much fatter. It was like a long beer can or a store front salami. My ass hurt just looking at it. I can understand what his Dungeon Master meant about enduring the pain. Having been a virgin, and to have an enormous penis like his master's slammed up his butt must have been really painful. I had to admire him for getting through it. The huge man enfolded me in his big, hairy arms, and kissed the top of my head.

“Welcome to my home, Slave Beau. You’re as comely as I’ve been told, and your rings are impressive. Were they done recently?” he asked.

“Thank you for your gracious welcome, sir, I glad to be here. My rings were installed last weekend, Master," I replied.

“No! Couldn’t be. They’re healed,” he said.

“I know, sir, it’s hard to believe. There's an amazing story behind it," I said, mentally cringed remembering the Dungeon Master's admonishment about keeping my mouth shut about certain taboo subjects.

“Come, both of you, sit with me in the pool. Dungeon Master, take off your gear and join us. How did he perform on the way here?” the Captain inquired of his slave.

“On the chance of suffering your wrath, Captain, I will, with all honesty, tell you in front of this slave, if you let this one get away you are a fool, sir,” the Dungeon Master said without nuance.

“Strong words from a slave, but I’ll accept them in the spirit they were meant, to impress me with your strong opinion of this slave’s performance. Well said, Dungeon Master. Then he performed well?” he asked.

“Much better than just ‘well,’ Master, excellent. A top notch fuck. I would have him again at your pleasure, sir,” he replied.

“Pretty strong recommendation from my number one slave and Dungeon Master. What do you have to say for yourself, Young Man?” he asked.

“My performance as a slave is only as good as the master who uses me and your dungeon master is an excellent partner, sir. Any credit should be equally shared with him, sir. He would bring out the best in any slave, Master. I’m proud and honored to be here and to be your slave for the weekend, sir,” I replied.

“Well, said, handsome slave. Dungeon Master, call Gwenn to get us a round of drinks. For you young man?" he asked.

“Anything with Vodka, right Beau?” the Dungeon Master asked.

“Yes, please, sir,” I replied.

“Come here and sit by this old man, Son,” he commanded.

He didn't look so old to me. It was hard to tell because I couldn't see his face but his body said early to mid-forties. I joined him in the warm water that smelled of the same sulfur as Big Beryl and Blaine’s hot spring spa. He put his big arm around me and pulled me close to him. I felt as if I’d been in his big arms before, somewhere.

“Have you had dinner, Slave?” he asked.

“Naw, sir, I had such a busy day I missed lunch as well,” I replied.

“No problem, I ordered cook prepare us a late dinner. It will be light but filling,” he said, “Now, about these beautiful rings. Who decided you were to have them and how have they healed so quickly?” he asked with unbridled curiosity. The Dungeon Master was right, he couldn't take his eyes off them.

"My Dungeon Master who trained me and another master I love very much decided I should be ringed last weekend. They asked a gentleman and his slave to a family gathering at Joshua Tree. They were from Palm Springs and he’s called the Ring Master.”

“Ah, yes, ‘Lord of the Rings’ in Palm Springs,” the Captain said.

“Yes, sir. He did a good job, but when he was through, my tits were hurting really bad. My cock was all right; however, the shot to deaden my septum wore off and everything was starting to hurt. We have a young man, new to our family, whom several in my family, including myself, rescued from being murdered in a gay bar the previous Sunday, with us. He told me he could stop the pain and accelerate healing. I’ve seen some pretty strange things in my day so I thought, ‘Why not humor the kid.’ Immediately after he touched me, the pain went away and almost overnight they were healed. A doctor at the hospital where our family member, Yoshie, works looked at them the following Monday and couldn’t believe they were done the previous Saturday,” I said.

“Yoshie? Of Sam and Yoshie?” he asked.

“Doctor Yoshiro Tagame, sir,” I said with pride.

“He made it? He did it? Son of a bitch. I told Sam he would. That’s great news. He’s working at a hospital already?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. He’s an intern in ER. We took the kid, Will, we rescued who's master beat him almost to death in a gay bar in Long Beach, to Yoshie. His stupid master broke seven of his ribs and his left arm by kicking him with his steel toed boots. I jumped on his back and beat the living crap out of him. My Dungeon Master scooped Will up out of harms way and we rushed him to the hospital. One week and a day later he was completely healed. He said his old platoon leader from Vietnam had great healing powers stronger than his. He sat in his arms in a spa in Joshua Tree for about an hour and a half. He was completely healed when we took him in for check up that following Monday,” I said.

“Is this for real, Son?” he asked.

“I don’t lie, Master,” I said quietly.

“I’ve heard that about you, Slave, so I believe you,” he said. The Dungeon Master was entering the pool. I stood and reached up to give him my hand. He smiled and took it to ease himself into the water.

“Thoughtful. Manners, I see. Giving your hand to the Dungeon Master. Considerate," he complimented me.

“He get’s my vote,” muttered the Dungeon Master. I playfully grabbed his cock under the water, and he rolled with laughter.

“Watch it kid or we’ll be performing for our master,” he warned with a grin.

“Not before dinner. Will you join us for dinner, Dungeon Master?” the Captain asked his slave.

“Thank you, Master, it would be an honor, sir,” he replied.

“Beau was telling me some miraculous things about his piercings healing. Also a story about a young man with seven broken ribs and a broken arm healing within one week's time,” the captain caught X up on our conversation.

“I’ve heard of such things, but never witnessed them myself,” said the Dungeon Master, “I have a feeling though, if this young man told you it was true, you can believe it, Master,” he said.

“I do. His truthfulness has been verified by several sources,” he said.

“Master Bear, may I call you that, sir?” I asked.

“That, Captain, Master, or Sir,” he replied.

“Certainly, Master, thank you, sir. I feel like I know you. I’ve met you before. You’re not a stranger to me,” I told him.

“I don't think we’ve ever met. I’d remember a handsome young man like you. I know of a Cowboy, a rodeo champion who's the slave of a fine rancher in Tucson who looks enough like you to be your brother. Other than that, I never forget a face of someone I've met. I have to recall hundreds of men for business reasons,” he said.

“Yes, I met the Cowboy, and I'm quite fond of him, his master, and their slave, Griz. Perhaps, I’m mistaken, sir, but I feel like I've known you from somewhere in my recent past,” I said.

“Who do you think I am, Son?” he asked.

“I’d rather not say, sir, unless ordered to, then I would comply. Given my choice, I’d rather see how this plays out and for what reason. I’ll make you a deal, sir. I’ll write who I think you might be on a piece of paper, and we’ll seal it in a envelope. We’ll let the Dungeon Master keep it. The night they announce the result of the bidding, a week from tomorrow, you may open it,” I said.

“What do I win if you’re wrong?” he asked.

“I didn't mean it to be a wager, because it would be unfair to you," I replied.

"If you feel that strongly about it, would you be willing to make it a bet?" he asked and smiled at me.

"As you wish, Master," I replied.

"What would you be willing to wager?" he asked.

"Anything you want, Master,” I replied.

“What if I want your cock and balls mounted on a plaque for my den?” he asked with a grin beneath his mask.

“If you win the bid, and I sign your unconditional contract they’re yours to do with as you like anyway. If you want them for your den, then they will grace your wall whether I win the wager or not,” I said as a matter of fact with no emotion.

The Dungeon Master laughed. “He’s got a point, Master,” he said and grinned at me.

“Indeed. What if I ask for your love if you’re wrong,” he asked.

“Again, if you win the bid, Master Bear, I will love you with all my heart. It’s not a matter of having options. For me it’s a matter of principal. The man who owns me or thinks enough of me to bid the highest to possess me as his slave deserves my best including my love. It comes with the package, sir. You will be guaranteed my love whether I’m right or wrong,” I replied.

Again the Dungeon Master laughed. “Didn't I tell you this man is not your usual slave, Captain?” he asked.

“Then you must grant me one wish which I will think of between now and then,” he said.

“Agreed, Master Bear,” I replied. There was a long silence.

“And what will you offer the handsome disarmingly honest slave if he’s correct, Captain?” X asked his master, smiled, and winked at me.

“Simple. I’ll offer him the same. He may be granted one wish from me if he makes a connection, and we both remember where we’ve met before. It really is no contest. I’m quite sure we’ve never met before," he said.

“So it should do no harm to grant him such if you’re so sure; right, Master?” X asked. His master didn’t respond.

“There’s been some misunderstanding," I said, "I wasn’t the one to suggest a wager. I certainly meant no disrespect, and forgive me if I gave the wrong impression, sir, but I was just trying to remember where we met before. It's just out of grasp of my memory, but it's there in the hidden recesses; and I remember it like a line from a country song, gentle on my mind. I didn’t mean to turn it into a wager, sir. You don’t have to grant me anything if I’m right but to admit I was correct,” I said.

“Sounds fair to me, Captain,” said the Dungeon Master.

“Young man, I think you’ve made a friend and he’s become your personal cheering section,” the Captain said. I put my arms around the Dungeon Master, hugged, and kissed him.

“He made me his friend, Captain,” I replied and the Dungeon Master blushed.

“Come on, you two, let’s go to dinner. X, get our guest slave and yourself a robe to wear to dinner. I have mine here,” Master Bear ordered.

Master X went to a cabinet by the pool and got us two clean white terry cloth robes.

“Everyone in this household wears something to the table. I know some masters like their slaves naked all the time and I agree, except when it comes to dining. I feel it's the civilized thing to wear clothes to dine,” he said.

We walked through a long formal dinning room which must have been twenty feet long with a table almost the same length made of a beautiful hand rubbed rosewood. It must have cost a fortune. We went on through a serving, food warming room to a huge kitchen. There was a large wooden table with eight place settings around. We were to eat in the kitchen. Wonderful. I loved the kitchen and all its ambiance. I met the cook, excuse me, Chef Andre. He was a tiny little French man who was quick and funny. He looked like Salvadore Dali with a soup ladle. I was told he was straight as a board. I was also assured he was really a Frenchman. If I didn't know better I might think he was a Hollywood actor doing a bad parody of a French chef.

He insisted 'Zee Cap-ee-tan' have me open my robe for him. I opened my robe and Andre’ did one of those lecherous French laughs and winked at his master. Gwenn was there, the driver of the limo, Frank, and we were later joined by a big, tall, broad shouldered, cowboy, Noel, the Stable Master. We sat down to an unbelievable meal of turkey crepes with a sauce that was delicious. A spinach souffle and mild garlic creamed potatoes. A small arugula and romaine hearts salad with a raspberry vinaigrette dressing. A light but delicious Rhine wine to drink.

The captain was a man of discriminating taste, and obviously, with a pocket book to afford them. It impressed the Hell out of me. The captain was sitting down with the help like they were family and everyone was talking openly about everything. The help just assumed I would be coming to live with them. They never spoke of 'if’ you come or ‘if’ master wins the bid. It was ‘when’ you come to stay. They seemed to have no doubt I would belong to the captain as his property.

At one point I stopped Frank, the limo Driver. “You generous people seem to assume the captain is going to purchase me. He doesn’t even know me yet. He hasn’t tried me on for size. You wouldn’t buy a new pair of boots unless you tried them on first. From the rumors and what I’ve observed about the captain, I just may not be a comfortable fit,” I said.

They roared with laughter at my joke. “Young Slave,” said Gwenn, “to be honest with you Andre and myself have grilled the Dungeon Master about your performance in the limo on the way here. Frank said he could barely keep the car on the road,” he said with a grin. Everyone laughed. “The Dungeon Master assures us your performance and personality is first rate, and that’s enough for us. The captain will use you, certainly, but the Dungeon Master is so rarely wowed by anyone outside of his master, so to see him excited about a slave,well, you can imagine. Furthermore, young man, you have exhibited impeccable manners this evening to the household staff, made us feel comfortable with you and your well-met sense of humor. Gentleman, I propose a toast to our newest household member, Slave Beau,” Gwenn held up his wine glass.

“Hear! Hear!" they clinked glasses in a toast to me, including the captain. I looked at him like, ‘Aren’t you gonna’ bail me out, here?’ he just smiled and ate his food.

“Of course I will try on my new pair of boots this very evening, and I want no ears being pressed up against my bedroom door. And, Frank, X, and Gwenn, I know all about the FM radio microphone you set up in the flower arrangement by the night stand. It has been switched off. Nice try, Gentlemen,” the Captain said and laughed at them.

Gwenn smiled sheepishly and snapped his fingers like, ‘foiled again.’ “We’re sorry, Master, we were...”

“I know, I know, you were concerned and interested, but let your old master have some privacy, especially with his new slave who very well may become your new master of the household. I ordered this dinner tonight so you could meet him, get to know him for yourselves, and I promise I will not buy him until I’ve had input from everyone of you. Now, who among you would like to use him this weekend?” he asked. Every hand went up including Gwenn’s.

“Damn it, Gwenn and Andre, you’re both straight. Now put your hands down,” he ordered. They giggled like errant children.

Andre shrugged his shoulders. “Eat ees true, Mon Cap-ee-tan, we are straight but zee blow job, eat knows no sex,” he said. I fell out laughing with the rest of the hired help. What a lecherous little toad he was, but he could cook like an angel.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, and ju' would whip up a stiff batter and shoot ‘eem full wiz-zee light cream sauce like zee French pastry, no?” the captain mocked his Chef.

Andre shook with laughter and pointed his finger at his master. “Touche,’ mon Cap-ee-tan,” he replied.

The Captain seemed to have a delightful sense of humor and related well with his help. “Frank you’re lowest in seniority, sorry. Noel, we may have time tomorrow afternoon for you to show our guest slave the tack room and your favorite horse,” he said. Noel only grunted. Everyone giggled. Noel obviously was hung like one of the horses he cared for. He was long, tall, lean, hard, and mean looking. He made the Marlborough man look like a sissy. He smiled, nodded at me, and tipped his big wide brimmed straw cowboy hat. Somehow, he was one ride I was going to look forward to. Noel was like a roller coaster ride you were scared to death of as a kid, but knew in your heart you had to try, just to say you did it.

We broke up after dinner, and I started helping to clear the table with the rest of the help. The Captain allowed me to, and he and the Dungeon Master patiently waited for me. Gwenn, Andre, and Frank couldn’t believe I pitched in to help. I complimented Chef Andre and praised his meal as excellent and most satisfying to my palate.

Andre looked at the captain. “Ohnn, honn, honn,” he laughed his French laugh, “Mon Cap-ee-tan, you no buy zeece slave, you be a crazeey mon,” he said.

“Thanks for the tip, Andre. I take it your vote is a ‘Oui.’ No?” the Captain asked Andre.

They dismissed me, and I rejoined the Dungeon Master and the Captain. The Captain decided he wanted more spa and we followed him there. Soon Gwenn arrived with a silver ice bucket with a bottle of expensive Champagne and three glasses. He popped the cork and poured three glasses. One for each of us in the pool.

“Here’s to you, Slave Beau. May your visit with us be a happy experience for you,” he said. We toasted, and I thanked him.

“It’s already been delightful, Captain, and I enjoyed your staff. They certainly speak their minds. That shows their trust in you,” I said.

“They’ve been with me for years. They know what they can get away with. Andre is a sketch. You never know what’s coming out of his mouth next. If you’ve captured his heart you’ve accomplished something; right X?” the Captain asked his Dungeon Master.

“It’s true, Beau. He’s very suspicious of people at first. You won him over in a heartbeat. Noel kept licking his lips all through dinner, and it wasn’t from the food.”

“You noticed, too?” the Captain asked and laughed.

“Where are your other slaves this evening, Captain?” I asked.

“I’ve farmed them out for the weekend. They aren't just for my pleasure. They make money for me. A couple of the younger ones are rented out for the weekend, and the three older ones have part-time masters who love to fuck a eunuch from time to time. I didn’t want the Dungeon Master or myself to have to be bothered with them this weekend, so I made arrangements for them to be busy. I wanted X to be on call anytime it might please me to use him. If he has them to look after, then I have to take that into consideration,” he explained.

Master X finished his glass of Champagne. He respectfully asked if his master had no further use of him may he, please, have permission to retire to his quarters.

“Permission granted, Slave, but keep your harness and boots out and lay out your 'E' hood in case I might want you. I will call you if I need you. You did well tonight, Slave, I’m proud of you,” the Captain complimented his slave.

“Yes, Master, thank you, sir,” X replied.

I stood, hugged and kissed the Dungeon Master, and he blushed. “Thank you, Beau, I appreciate that,” he said like all walls were down between us, and he could trust me to be left alone with his master.

“It was my pleasure, Master X, I can only hope I get to serve you again this weekend,” I replied.

“Me, too, Beau,” he said quietly, gathered his leathers, and left.

“Come here, handsome slave, and lie in my arms,” the Captain ordered, “My Dungeon Master called it right, you are a handsome young man,” he allowed.

I did as asked which was not a hard order to follow, because his big hairy arms cried out for someone to hold. Those arms were made for holding onto someone and never letting go; not out of shear power but out of the love they represented. I was drawn to them like a lodestone to iron ore.

“You move fast, Slave. You captured the hearts of my household in the first evening you’re here. Will you capture my heart as quickly?” he asked.

“I didn’t try to capture their hearts, Master. I’m trying to be myself; however, it's flattering they approve of me, especially the Dungeon Master. I’m quite fond of him,” I replied.

“Would you like me to give him to you for your own slave?” he asked.

“Oh, goodness no, Master Bear, I’m a slave. I am what I need to be. What would a slave do with a slave?” I asked.

“Order him to fuck the shit out of you if you like. He knows better than to say ‘no.’ Fuck the b'jesus out of him. He’ll lie there and take it as hard and as long as you wish to fuck him. Kiss me, Slave,” he commanded quietly.

I turned my head to him and found his mouth within the leather hood. He tasted of man and leather combined in one hyper-masculine package; a very sexy taste. I instantly got hard which didn’t go unnoticed by the captain. His monster began to grow as well.

“Would you like to pleasure me this evening, Slave?” he asked.

“I could say something smart right now, Master, which would be inappropriate, but my heart is truly into being a slave. With that in mind, I would be proud and honored to serve you, and I will do my damnest to pleasure you this evening, sir,” I replied.

“Why would you consider something inappropriate to say, Slave?” he asked.

“Perhaps to have you not like me, so you wouldn’t want to bid for me,” I said.

“I see. There’s always a reason why people do things or react a certain way. At least you have the courage to be honest with me. Let me guess. There’s another master you’re very much in love with, who’s expected to win the bid within his family clan. The rest just accept the fact the Dungeon Master has you in mind for him,” he said like he knew the inner workings of clan families.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that, sir. I’m in love with two masters. They’ve bonded as brothers and have agreed to share me,” I replied.

“That’s unusual, but it's not unheard of. Who might these two lucky men be? Tell me about them," he said.

“One is an LAPD Motorcycle Officer with the most beautiful, violet eyes you’ve ever seen. His name is Master Earl D. Shaw. He lost his slave four or five years ago in a plane crash going back to visit his family in Georgia. His name was Wes. As it turned out, we didn’t discover until we fell in love I knew Wes by another name in Vietnam, and he and I were lovers over there. I rescued him and six other guys from bamboo cages they were being held in by the V.C. I slowly but carefully got each one of them out, and we made it back to safety. Wes and I fell in love because of that. I knew him in Nam as David Johnson. He came back and I stayed in Nam for another hitch. Wes just happened to be the nephew of the other master I’ve fallen in love with, our family's Dungeon Master, Master Jim Johnson,” I explained feeling like I was carrying coals to Newcastle. I got the distinct feeling he knew about each man I was talking about.

“That seems almost more than a coincidence, two men who loved the same man, and this Wes you speak of, you should find each other and fall in love. And, the other man was a relative of his? That's got to be more than mere coincidence," he said.

“It is more than coincidence. Several folks are convinced Wes has planned the whole thing. He loved us both and wanted us to be together. He arranged for us to meet and fall in love. He’s still pulling the strings,” I said.

“That sounds kind a’ weird, Son. Do you realize the implications of what you just told me?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, but it’s true.”

“How do you know its true?” he asked.

“He visits me regularly. I talk with him. I can summon him anytime I want.”

“No. Could you summon him right now, right this minute?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, he would come to me,” I assured him.

“I don’t think I want to challenge you on that one, Son. I've done my homework. I’ve heard some pretty spooky stories about you. For the moment, let’s say I’m open minded but skeptical. Now, tell me about master number two.”

“He’s my Dungeon Master. His name is Jim Johnson. Everyone calls him Big Jim because he is. He’s my monster. He's your size or maybe just a bit smaller than you, sir, 'cause you’re pretty damn big. He’s my giant. He’s my rock. He’s my buddy. He’s my co-conspirator. He’s my master, but he’s more than that. He’s my big brother. He’s my dad sometimes. He’s my slave-driving gym partner, and last but not least, he’s my big blue ox.”

“Your what?” he asked and laughed

“You remember the story of Paul Bunyan and his big blue ox?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, Babe, the giant blue ox,” he replied.

“Yes, sir, that’s the one.”

“It paints a pretty descriptive picture of what he must be like and what he means to you.”

“Most of all he’s my Dungeon Master, and I’m so fucking proud of him. The way he stepped into the role and the way he pushed me to become the best slave I might become. I know I’m not there yet, but I hope to be one day,” I lamented.

“You seem to be doing pretty fair so far, Slave. So, do you love these men equally?” he asked.

“No, sir, I love Master Earl more than I love the Dungeon Master, on the other hand I love the Dungeon Master more than I love Master Earl,” I said without nuance.

He fell out laughing at the nonsensical statement I made: a conundrum fugue. “You know, this is gonna’ sound weirder than the statement you just made, but I think I understand what you’re trying to say. They both bring different things to your life and neither is better than the other, they’re just different.”

“Exactly, sir. I love them both very much in different ways. It was a real conundrum for me for a while and damn near drove me crazy trying to figure how I could love one so much and still have this hole in my heart for the other. They solved it for me. They took it out of my hands. They decided how ‘they’ were going to love me as their shared slave,” I said.

“This is a loaded question. Wouldn’t it be easier to give your love to one master?” he asked.

“Perhaps, sir, but if you knew these two men you would understand why I love them both. Then again, I seem to fall in love with everyone who has a good heart and is compassionate to others,” I said.

“Do you think you could fall in love with me, Slave?” he asked.

“I won’t be coy, Master. I’ll be honest, but my honesty comes at a great price to me. I already have fallen in love with you. I've loved you for a while now. Your soul and mine have touched before. The price I pay is to have you think me fickle. You might think I can foolishly turn my back on the two men I love, to tell you I feel love for you. I’m not that way, sir. If you win the bid, you have no fear of not getting a complete slave. I haven’t been trained to withhold anything from my master. Besides, when I made up my mind to become a slave, I knew there was a possibility this might happen, and I might even lose my manhood. I’ve overcome those concerns and can only tell you my own personal psyche won’t allow me to do otherwise,” I explained as best I could.

“Why do you say our souls have touched before?” the Captain asked.

“I know we have a connection with each other. It’s said there are only six degrees of separation between any two people on our planet. It hasn’t been totally revealed to me yet, but it will be. I have loved you for sometime. I beg you to forgive my boldness master and I certainly mean no disrespect by asked a loaded question, but is honesty a one way street with you?” I asked.

“That’s more than a loaded question, Slave, that boarders on impertinence,” he said with warning in his voice.

“Only if it’s not true, Master. Whether you admit it to me or not you know in your heart it’s true. What master would ask his slave to trust him when he won’t trust his slave?” I asked.

He mused for a moment, looking upset but in control, not knowing how to react. Then he spoke, “Okay, you win that one, Slave. You’re far more perceptive and cunning than I was led to believe. The Dungeon Master warned me, and I should have listened to him. You are an unusual slave, but that’s exactly what I’m looking for. Not some sniveling, ass kissing, yes-man, fawning-fairy sycophant, who will only tell me what he thinks I want to hear. Neither do I want another eunuch. I want a slave who will love me honestly and will not be afraid of me to stick his neck out to make me think. One who will do exactly what you just did, boarder on the impertinent, as respectfully as possible, of course. Even if I decide he’s wrong and go against him, I want him to be able to respectfully tell me I’m full of shit; in private, of course, and never in front of the household.”

“Then I put it to you, Master, that love and honesty are almost but not quite synonymous. If not identical twins then at least fraternal. How can you have one without the other? How can you ask love of your slave if you don’t provide both?” I asked quietly like I knew I was treading on thin ice.

“Okay, I accept your concerns. Let’s get past them for right now. You don’t have to have every reason for a master’s actions. I accept you feel you already do love me even if you don’t know why. If so, given your love/honesty comparison, you must have trusted me at one time to love me now, agreed?” he asked.

“It seems logical, Master, yes, I know I can trust you, but it’s just not clear right now why you’re hiding yourself from me,” I replied.

“Even if you feel that way, you must accept my word it's for your sake. Let that be the end of this line of discussion. I will entertain no more questions nor your ideas about love and trust that indirectly refers to these concerns of yours. Accept the universe is unfolding as it should and all will be revealed to you in time. I promise, you won’t lose your genitals. I admit to my mistakes and wish I hadn’t cut my slaves. It takes the passion out of them, and not a one will stand up to me or the Dungeon Master. I won’t make that mistake with you. Besides, how could I ask you to be over the Dungeon Master without your cock and balls when I’ve allowed him to keep his?

"I’ll tell you a secret. He lives with the threat everyday of losing his, but I would never do it unless he did something really crazy. I know him well. He’s devoted to me. He will never admit it, but he loves me deeply. I need more than that. I need a slave who will actively return love. I hoped at one time X would work and grow into becoming my number one, but he can’t or won’t love a man. He’s a slave and has no choice but to have sex with men because I say he has to. That was part of the deal when I bought him from some rather shady characters in a large Italian family back east. He knows if he refuses to perform for me he will be immediately cut. If he ever tried to escape, all I have to do is make one phone call and within twenty-four hours he will either be returned to me for punishment or dead.

"There were a few other things he’s required to do under their conditions, but I won’t go into those, except to say, he has learned to do them and accepts them as part of his being allowed to live. They check up on his progress regularly and either send someone to watch him perform for me or I send them films of his performance at their request. He wears a small battery operated signal device on the back of his collar that is locked into place. His collar is made of a leather covered titanium alloy band that is virtually impossible to cut. It will send a traceable signal for two weeks that can easily be tracked within a hundred mile radius. I change the batteries regularly as part of my agreement when I purchased him.”

“I had no idea he was that kind of slave. Then he’s not consensual?” I asked.

“No, he’s not, so you must be careful. You may love him, but don’t fall ‘in’ love with him. He’s capable of manipulating you to get what he wants and might try for his freedom. You must not have sympathy for him because he’s serving out a sentence as if he were in prison. He has it a lot better here than he would in a prison even if he is forced to go against his nature. He’s alive and well with the best of food and care. There are thousands of men behind bars who would gladly trade places with him in a heartbeat. Do you understand his position?” he asked.

“Perfectly sir, but I can't help be fond of him after what we shared on the way here,” I replied.

“I’ll give him to you as a present when you come to be my slave,” he offered.

“I’d rather you be the master and let me use him from time to time,” I replied.

“Beginning tomorrow he will be instructed to refer to you as Master Beau or master,” he said.

“If that’s your wish I will obey, Master. He does have a nice, comfortable riding cock,” I said.

“You like to ride cocks, Slave?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, I’ve been told I’m decent at it,” I replied.

“Are you also modest?” he asked.

“I try to be, sir,” I replied.

“Kiss me, Slave,” he ordered me quietly.

He kissed me gently but passionately the way a master would tell a beloved slave he needed to use him, to give him love, bring him comfort, and respect for the honor. He captured my heart with his kiss. I knew I would do my best to give this man his due as his slave within the walls of his home for the weekend. I was a slave and this man deserved no less from me than my two masters.

We got out of the Spa, he held my robe for me as I put my arms through the sleeves, and I held his for him. He held me again in his big arms and kissed me gently. Instead of taking me by my leash he gently put his arm around me and led me to his bedroom. It was beautiful and tastefully decorated in a Southwest theme with pastel colors. Lots of colorful Indian blankets and rugs. He held my robe for me as I slipped out of it. I helped him with his and placed it on the same chair he placed mine. He lowered the lights to a couple of very small indirect lights that lit up behind a planter of tropical plants.

He picked me up with no effort. Looked me in the eyes, kissed me again, then took me to his bed and laid me gently on top. He took me as a slave, but he fucked and made love to me like a lover. His was the cock which was copied and made into rubber companions for thousands of people in the world. I had the original up my ass, taking what he wanted from me and then some. He seemed surprised and pleased I worked my ass with every thrust he made. He seemed to really be enjoying his weekend slave’s ass.

The Captain would stop every now and then to make a little more love, to tell me how great a fuck he thought I was, and he had to have more of my ass. He was taking what he needed from my butt and made me feel like it was his first time. He not only knew how to fuck a slave and take what he needed but how to make them want to give up more to him. Only two other people have ever affected me that way, my two masters.

I didn’t have to ask him if I could get mine. He had it planned he was going to get me off exactly as he was hitting his, and he did. He begin building up his strokes into me to be harder and faster until I knew he was about to arrive. I felt his body shudder all over, he took one huge stroke, slammed his dick into my ass and held it there as his flow of master-seed began to gush into my gut. He took one more huge stroke, and I shot on his massive chest as he hunched over me still emptying his ejaculate into me. He took another good, deep stroke to get more out, and I shot my second volley. Then he started fucking me really hard and deep again. He yelled at me to get the rest out, and I did. The third volley of my come shot out larger than the first.

He collapsed on top of me still deep within my ass, and we lay together as I thanked him for the good fucking he gave me; how much I appreciated him using my slave’s ass and how good and generous it was of him to allow me to come with him. He kissed me again, the smell of come, leather, healthy clean male odors filled my lungs and made me feel peaceful. I felt at home in this man’s arms and bed. If I had to, I knew at that moment I could love him very much. He was different than the masters I was used to. He was strict, demanding, and in charge at all times; however, he had a tender, loving, and compassionate side which counterbalanced the other. I never again mentioned his hood to him, or if he was going to take it off in my presence. How bad could it be if he was truly burned? If you love someone, their face being burned or scared isn’t going to influence you that much. If anything, to my way of thinking, that sort of thing gives a person character. I was a firm believer in the fable of beauty and the beast.

As a kid, I could never understand why she’d want to trade that wonderfully sexy beast for that clown in the tights with long stringy blond hair, that fruity little flat cap placed back on the head just so, with those pointy toed shoes that curled up on the ends? Holy Shit! I used to look at my children’s book of the story and think, ‘Why the Hell would she trade that fine looking beast for that fruit cake?’ I wanted her to stay with the beast and live happily ever after getting the b’jesus fucked out of her by this half-man, half-animal. She would have been much happier, I just knew. I know I would’ve been.

He rolled us to our sides and stayed in me for sometime as I milked his huge cock with my ass to get the last of his come into me.

“That feels so good. I haven’t had a slave do that for me in a very long time,” the Captain said.

“Why not, Master, don’t your eunuch slaves take care of you?" I asked.

“There isn’t much affection there. They perform, but they have a way of letting you know that’s all they’re doing. As little as they have to put into it to get through and out. I’m thinking about selling the lot of ‘em and keeping only X. I can’t get rid of him. Not only because he’s part of a very lucrative business deal, a responsibility I accepted, but because he has given me some memorable fucks. Mostly because I took ‘em away from him. I raped him. That's part of his punishment. Funny though, he always seemed to enjoy those times the most,” he explained.

The captain finally pulled out. I ask if I might take him to the shower and bathe him. He stopped and looked at me like, ‘Are you serious?’ he asked, “I’d like that very much, Slave. Come and bathe your master,” he invited.

I did and had to be careful not to get water or soap on the leather hood. He had a clean-out hose in his shower and it was easy for me to rinse him down after soaping him. It was only in the shower, I realized how big a man he truly was. I was more sure than ever he was considerably larger than my beloved beast on Mount Washington. Through the black leather hood I could see the most beautiful, haunting, pale blue eyes I’d ever seen. Master Jeb’s blue eyes were startling but they were deep blue pools. The captain’s eyes were almost a teal blue, a power blue. Unusual and penetrating.

He watched me and my movements like a hawk. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. It was flattering. I toweled him dry, and he seemed to relax and revel in the joy of my attention. I could serve this man with no problem. He needed someone to serve him. To take care of him and to do little things to make him feel important and cared for. Someone who's attention alone could make up for a load of disappointments the world might throw at him. I was pleased with myself I got through to Master Zack the importance of small things like bathing and toweling a master which is not only serving but a tactile sensual bonding between two men. Something a slave needs as well as his master. We lay in bed afterward making love, and I turned my back side to him for him to hold me in his big hairy arms. For a split second I was back in the arms of my giant and I felt a tear roll down my cheek at the thought of not having him in my life if the captain were to win the bid. From what his help told me, I was as good as his.

“Thank you, Slave, for giving yourself completely to me tonight. You could've held back, as an attempt to sway my opinion,” he whispered.

“I’m your slave for the weekend, Master, I gave to you because it’s your due. You paid the money to try me for a weekend, but more than that, I gave to you because it’s in my heart and programming to do so. You’re a good and kind man whom I have loved for a some time,” I said. He didn’t comment on my last statement.

“Good night, Slave.”

“Good night, Master.”

* * * * * * *
Part II ~ The Brown Dirt Cowboy

While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles
Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer
For it's hay make and "Hey mom, do the papers say anything good.
Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys
Should I make my way out of my home in the woods" ~ Bernie Taupin

The next morning we lay in bed talking and laughing about things, and the captain asked if I was getting hungry. I said ‘yes.’

“I’ll have Andre fix us something and Gwenn will bring it up. We’ll have breakfast here on the patio. Would you like a Bloody Mary or Screwdriver this morning?" he asked.

“Are you having anything, Master?” I asked in reply.

“Yes, a Mary, I think, join me?" he invited.

“Yes, sir, please,” I replied. He called down to Gwenn and ask him to bring up two Bloody Marys on the mild side. It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door and the captain yelled for Gwenn to enter. Gwenn waltzed into the room with a tray and set our drinks down on small napkins on the patio table. He smiled at me and at his master. “Gwenn, have Andre fix us each an omelet with some fruit on the side. What would you like, Son? Ham, Bacon, Denver, Hobo, Spanish?” the Captain asked.

“Whatever your having, sir,” I replied.

“Two Denver’s then, Gwenn, and Coffee,” he said.

“Thank you, sir, will that be all?” Gwenn asked.

“The boots fit fine, Gwenn. A bit snug perhaps but that to be expected of a quality product; overall, an extremely comfortable fit,” he commented dryly.

“Yes, thank you, sir, we were hoping they might be a perfect fit for you,” he replied, turned, and left.

We drank our drinks and enjoyed the view from his second story patio. We could look down on his stables and saw Noel out working with the horses. He was a fine figure of a man. He looked up, saw us on the patio, took off his big, straw cowboy hat, and waved to us. We waved back.

“If you’d rather not, I won’t give you to Noel this afternoon,” he said.

“It’s up to you, Master. I’m here to serve you. If you want to let Noel use me, it’s your decision, sir, and I will serve him equally as well.”

“You might enjoy him. I’ve seen his cock and it’s about the same size as mine; maybe, a little longer. He’s strange though. He’s been with me for a number of years, keeps to himself, doesn’t say much, but he’s a hard worker and for the most part pleasant. Painfully quiet, but well met. I’ve offered him the eunuchs, but he won’t have any of them. Some time ago he fell very much in love with a young champion rodeo cowboy, but it didn't work out for him. He hasn’t fully gotten over it. He still has pictures of the cowboy all over his bunk room over the stables, and they remain friends to this day. Underneath the mean looking exterior is a good man, Son. Every now and then he brings home some gorgeous young man and fucks the daylights out of them for a weekend or so, then gets rid of them. They fall in love with him and want to see him again but he doesn’t seem to care.

X was right though, I saw the way he was looking at you and licking his lips. He’d like to have you. He’d never admit it, as distant and stoic as he can be, he’d never ask. I think you should try him and see if you like him. I travel sometime and can’t always take you with me. I’d want to know you might have a choice of him or X to scratch your itch and provide you with some comfort while your master is away on business. I think old Noel could scratch your deepest itch you might have. Yes, I’ll give you to him for a while this afternoon. I’ll have him take you out for a ride in the desert if you like. He’s a fine horseman. One of the best. Sometimes I think he’d rather be with horses than people. If you get more than a handful of words out of him in a day you’ve had a conversation. Not real big on chit-chat. It’s amazing, you look enough like the cowboy he fell in love with to be his brother,” the Captain said. His last sentence set off my cognitive dissonance alarm. How many champion rodeo cowboys are out there who look like me?

Gwen brought breakfast and made sure we had everything we needed. He asked master if he could get us another drink. We both declined. The one was enough. It was a stiff drink. The omelet was great and the fresh fruit really complemented the rest. I thanked him for the food and drink praising his selection of omelets and Andre’s cooking. He seemed pleased.

“Do you think you might care to fuck X this weekend, Son?” he asked.

“If you’d like for me to, sir, I’ll fuck him for your pleasure,” I replied.

“If I have you fuck him you must take him as a slave and fuck him as one, understood?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Master, I understand,” I replied.

We finished breakfast and master rang for Gwenn to come and take the plates away. He came quickly and winked at me a couple of times. After he left I asked the captain, “Master I don’t mean to be disrespectful of Gwenn, but are you sure he’s straight?” I asked.

“Well, Gwenn’s sort a’ like spaghetti. He’s straight until you warm him up,” he said with a hint of disgust. We both laughed at his joke. "I know he’d probably love to play with you, but if he wants to play straight, I’ll go along with his silly game; however, he lost out; he knows it, too. He’ll ask me to reconsider, you just wait. I won’t, but he’ll ask. He’s one I won’t push off on you. I’d rather have you suck “Le coc du Frenchie” before Gwenn. Maybe if he were a bit more honest, but as long as he can't decide which side of the fence he wants to graze on, fuck ‘em,” he said. We laughed again.

“Now, my handsome slave, its getting late in the morning. Put on some Levis or Wranglers, your boots, and a long sleeve shirt of some kind to protect your arms from the desert sun. I’ll take you for a tour and when we get back we can join the help for a light lunch. I have some business in town for several hours so I’ll leave you in Noel’s capable hands and tell him to take you for a ride. I won’t elaborate on that. I’ll just leave it up to you and old Noel. If you’re real lucky he may take you out to his secret cabin he’s fixed up. It’s an old miner’s cabin from years ago, but I’ve heard he’s really fixed it up nice. I let him string wire out there to it to have electricity. He’s got a well and everything. On his days off he packs up a couple of horses and spends several days out there alone. He says he loves it out there. I’m the only one he’s ever shown the place to, but I haven’t been back out to see it since he’s fixed it up. Maybe you’ll be number two”

“Maybe Noel feels uncomfortable around people. Do you think he might be shy?” I asked.

“He might be, but he never seemed that way to me. He just don’t talk much. The household staff says if they get ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ out of him when he comes in for meals they feel like they're old friends,” he replied and grinned.

“He may open up to you, or then again, he just may open you up. I’m proud of my tackle. I’ve had untrained slaves who couldn’t take me; however, I think Noel has the single biggest cock I’ve seen on a man anywhere. His mother must have mated with a Shetland pony. He doesn’t flaunt it or brag about it. In fact, you may never get to see it. You never know with him. My Dungeon Master is a pretty shrewd judge of people, and if he said he saw lust in Noel’s eyes, then you just may get to see it. I expect a full report,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

He led me around the huge house upstairs and down. There were six bedrooms upstairs and eight bedrooms downstairs. The entire house was done in a Southwest motif. A very expensive Southwest motif. A mad queen decorator walked in on a handsome budget and done it up right. It looked like the captain should live here. It was a comfortable, well thought out, home. Next he showed me the garages and six single apartments above the garages where the five eunuchs lived when they were home. They sounded like they had decent lives; none of them worked. He gave each an allowance every month and their room and board was free. Well, not really free. They gave up a lot for a place in his harem. I guessed guilt was the only reason he kept them around. Neither he nor the Dungeon Master had much good to say about them. I wondered if I would like them? If I was to be over them how would I handle that politically?

He showed me the outdoor pool, spa, and the tennis courts. He showed me his six greenhouses filled with exotic plants he collected from all over the world. He was proud of everything he gathered in life but somewhat resigned it was becoming a prison to him in some ways, especially the large harem of eunuchs. That seemed to weigh heavily on him. I really didn’t understand, if they were slaves and he was unhappy, sell them. I’m sure there was more to it than that. One of the end garages was converted into a small gym with every kind of equipment you can imagine plus a steam room and sauna. The place was Club Med-lite.

‘A slave could get use to this,’ I thought to myself, but I also saw it came with a price. Maybe not losing my manhood but taking on the burden of his problems. Why did he have to live this opulently? Why did he need five eunuchs and a Dungeon Master. I could understand keeping X if he truly was serving a sentence. I could only imagine what he might have done to cause such wrath with the Mob. Didn’t they usually just ‘whack’ someone? Why sell a straight man to a gay slave master? I didn’t ask, I didn’t want to know. I got the feeling the captain was a poor rich man. He had everything, but he had nothing. Give me my family any fucking day of the week compared to this. They knew the value of life, friends, and caring for one another.

We went in for lunch with the household help again. Andre was holding court and had everyone in stitches laughing except Noel. He just grinned a lot. One didn’t see big mood swings with old Noel. The more I watched him out of my well developed peripheral vision the more I saw what X and the captain were talking about. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I didn’t let him make me nervous. I pretended I didn’t notice; however, it was difficult not to vibrate to the same frequency the big man was tuned to. The afternoon should be interesting.

X came in dressed in a nice clean pair of Wrangler jeans and an expensive pair of western boots. He had on a nice western shirt, belt, and a ‘gimme’ hat. (That’s what we used to call baseball caps in Texas) He looked really hot. He was driving the captain into town for the afternoon and had some personal business of his own to take care of. We sat down to eat and Andre fixed plates of cold sliced meats to build your own sandwich. It was a great idea, everything was right there. All you had to do was make it like you wanted. I wasn’t too hungry, but I had enough to eat. Everyone was pleasant, but Noel never said a word. He just looked at me. He didn’t stare. He just continually looked at me.

X was sitting next to me and whispered, “See what we mean, Master Beau?” referring to Noel.

“I certainly do, Master X. It’s a bit unnerving, but I can handle it.” I laughed.

“Noel, X is driving me into town after lunch. I’ll be sending Beau out to tour the stables. We won’t be back ‘til five or probably six so entertain him for me, please. Take him for a ride in the desert, maybe show him the old mine,” he said.

Noel nodded and smiled at me. Once again I helped clear the table and put things away. Andre was agog I was willing to help and so was Gwenn. Gwenn hugged me. Andre hugged and kiss me on each cheek like the French foreign legion. The captain told me to come to his room when I finished. I ran up the stairs to the captain’s room and knocked lightly on the door.

“Come!” he said. I entered the room, and he came to me. I was beginning to get used to the black leather hood and it made him very sexy; a mysterious sexy. He grabbed me and held me for a moment. He gently kissed me, and I melted in his huge arms. After what we shared the previous night, I couldn’t hold back. He needed me at that moment for some reason, and I gave my all to him. He stopped and held me to him tightly. “I wish I didn’t have to go into town this afternoon, but I do. We’ll have all evening together. I’m so glad you’re here. Try not to worry too much about losing your two loves. Enjoy the time you have with me. We’ll discuss it later, and if you convince me you really love these men perhaps, just perhaps, I won’t bid on you. I think I’m coming to care for you enough I’d rather see you happy,” he said. I hugged him again as he had to leave.

“May I shower and change before I go to the stables, Captain?” I asked.

“Certainly, Son, help yourself. Call Gwenn if you need anything. I’ll see you this evening, have a good time with Noel,” he said, winked, and was gone.

I thought to myself if the stable master’s cock was as big as the captain said, I better make damn sure I’m clean. I took my time and remained in the shower for a while. Afterward, I put on a nice Western shirt Master Earl gave me and my best pair of western boots. I bought them right after returning from Nam but never wore them much. Even though I was from ‘shit kicker’ or 'puncher' country and wore nothing but cowboy boots before I had a pair of shoes, I never wore them much as an adult. I wore my nice Western belt with a big, rodeo buckle I’d won in a college inter-mural rodeo. I found my favorite ‘gimme’ hat that read ‘Delkab Feeds’ and put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased I still had that old Texan look about me. I even threw my hips out and swaggered in my boots as I walked out of the house to the stables.

I arrived at the stable and found Noel currying one of the horses. It was a big bay colored gelding. It took one look at me and snorted in disgust. I wasn’t impressed with it either. I hate horses. Dumbest damn creatures God put on this Earth. (Only because most of them got my number right away and were much more clever than me.) I grew up around horses and knew the mean, dirty little tricks they could pull on you. I could ‘make do’ and ride with the best of them, but horses and I just never got along. I was a small kid growing up and they intimidated the holy Hell out of me. When one of them sensed a weakness in you, they would take advantage of it in a heartbeat.

“Howdy, Noel,” I said with my best Texas drawl. He wasn’t impressed, he just nodded.

“Get ‘chew a saddle in the tack room and throw it on the bay. He’s an ornery ‘cuss, but gentle enough if you know how to ride,” he said like it was a pain in the butt for him to speak.

“I can ride,” I said as a matter of fact, not trying to brag. I found a nice saddle, a good blanket, brought them out, and threw it on the back of the big bay. He turned around, snorted at me, then farted. I still wasn’t impressed. I grabbed the belly cinch and looped it through the side ring of the saddle. I could see Noel watching me closely out of the corner of his eye as he readied a large beautiful black stallion. I pulled the belly cinch tight and checked to see I hadn’t pinched the animal anywhere. Noel seemed impressed I knew what I was doing and left me alone.

“Anything I should know about this animal before I mount him, Stable Master?” I asked.

“Naw,” he replied and watched as I put my boot in the stirrup. I grabbed the horn to pulled myself up, threw my leg over and into the saddle. About that time, the big bastard let out a big lung full of air he took in and held while I cinched him. Of course the cinch band loosened, the saddle drifted to port, and I ended up on the ground. Noel laughed his ass off. I could swear the fucking horse was laughing too as he whinnied. The bastard! I was red faced with embarrassment. Now you know why I hate the son’s of bitches? I wasn’t real pleased with Noel either. He knew the peculiarities of every horse in the stable. He could have warned me, but he didn’t. Telling me the horse was 'ornery' didn't quite cover his little tricks. It may have been hilariously funny to him but to fall on your shoulder or even your head from that height could be a major health hazard.

Fortunately there was a lot of hay around to absorb the shock of my fall. I decided to let it go and not comment. Could I really be that hard up for a fuck? Had I become so passive as a slave not to stand up for myself when I was being made a fool of? Noel deserved my wrath; however, I decided, for the captain’s sake, and being a good slave, to swallow my pride. I thought my training masters would be proud of me for what I learned in "Pride Swallowing 101." However, I rationalized, this was advanced pride swallowing, and I ain't took that course yet. I got up, dusted myself off, straighten the saddle, and took hold of the cinch band. As I was about to tighten it, the son of a bitch took another big lung full of air and held it so I couldn’t tighten the belt. I took one step back and kicked it as hard as I could in the under belly with the point of my boot. I heard it go “oouuff” as I kicked the air out of it. I moved to it and swiftly tightened the belt cinch really tight on the bastard.

“Fuck with me, will you, you big son of a bitch?" I growled at him, "I was raised around you dastardly motherfuckers. I know your Goddamn tricks! You don’t like me, and I sure as Hell ain’t fond you neither, so there. Live with it, Buckwheat! You’re gonna’ get ridden whether you like it or not, asshole,” I yelled at the bay. It turned its head and gave me a new look of respect. Noel was still laughing his ass off. This time he was laughing at the horse and what I yelled at it. He didn’t realize it, but some of that wrath was indirectly meant for him. God help me, Noel spoke to me. “Good for you, Beau! You were raised around horses, huh?” he asked.

“Yeah, Noel, I was. To be honest, I never liked the son’s of bitches. They can be ass biting treacherous motherfuckers when they wanna' be and the next minute suck the life out of you for attention and affection,” I replied in disgust.

The big cowboy thought my comment was hilariously funny. He laughed his ass off. It’s been my experience, if you let a horse know right from the beginning you ain’t gonna’ put up with his shit, you’re in charge, he won’t give you a bit of trouble. Sure enough, the damned horse was a sweetheart the rest of the day. Go here? Sure, Beau. There? Happy to Beau. Shuffle off to Buffalo? No problem. An' a one, an' a two...

Noel mounted up, and I’ll have to say, he sat a good horse. He looked like a man born to the saddle. Old Noel was one fucking, sexy cowboy; however, somehow he wasn’t quite as sexy as he was before. I got the feeling he had a mean streak in him. The stallion he was riding was pretty spirited, but he reigned it in tight and wouldn’t give the big horse its head. He was in charge and he let the animal know it. It settled right down and was much quieter after that. Noel was a good horseman. I think he was impressed by the way I handled the bay. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell by the way he looked at me and smiled when he thought I wasn’t looking.

We rode side by side for sometime without saying a word to each other. After his stunt of not warning me about the bay, I wasn’t going to speak to him if he didn’t care to speak to me. Fuck him. Let him peddle his strong, silent image to the young kids he brought home to impress with his horse cock. His silence was beginning to be more than a little annoying. I was beginning to care less and less what he hid under his Wranglers. I didn’t try to engage him in talk, I just let him maintain his silence. Perhaps his silence was a protective shield? If he didn’t venture anything he didn’t have to defend it. I was almost to the point I didn’t care. He obviously didn’t either.

We came upon an old mine with all kinds of equipment lying around rusting. He dismounted the stallion and motioned for me to do the same. We tied the horses at an old miners cabin with a water trough. The horses immediately began to drink. It wasn’t a real hot day, but they were a while without water and drank their fill. Noel motioned for me to follow him. He took me a good distance into the old mine shaft to show me a vein of silver he discovered. I was curious and had questions, but I wasn’t about to break the silence. Two could play this game. I thought of lots of questions I would liked to have ask, but I would bite my tongue off first.

Finally he stopped and looked at me. “Not easily impressed, huh?” he asked kind of sarcastic. That flipped my ‘be-a-good-slave-and-keep-your-mouth-shut’ tolerance switch to the off position. Noel's actions said to me, 'It’s all right for me to play the strong silent type, but I don’t appreciate you doing it.' I shot him a look that would have melted case hardened steel at fifty paces, ignored him, turned, and walked away. I was on my way out of that fucking mine shaft, headed for the bay to ride back to the stable by myself.

“What’s wrong, Beau?” he hollered after me as I walked away.

Wrong question to ask me at the right moment. Dad Beryl was sitting on my right shoulder shouting, 'Sic ‘em, Beau! Sic ‘em! Go for the son of a bitch’s throat. Cut his legs off at the knees, you can do it, kid,' I heard in my head.

“Lemme' see if I understand your question, Noel. I’m sent out to be with you for the afternoon to, perhaps, enjoy your company and take a leisurely ride in the desert. I asked you if there was anything I should know about the bay, and you lied to me. You knew damn well what that horse would do, but it was great fun to make a fool of me. Only you didn’t count on me knowing a little about horses. Surprised the crap out a’ you. How many times would you let me fall off that horse before you told me what it was doing? We ride all the way out here, you don’t say a fucking word to me. You drag my ass in a stinking mine shaft to show me a worthless vein of silver ore you discovered. Because I’m following your lead and not saying anything it’s suddenly all right for you to get pissed and say some asinine sarcastic remark because I didn’t comment on your precious vein of ore. Then, you have the nerve to ask me what’s wrong?

"Shove your stupid comment and your silent stoic attitude up your butt, Cowboy. I should have done the same to you I did to the bay. Kicked you in the nuts after that incident at the stable to let you know I wouldn’t put up with your horse shit neither, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. My mistake! It won’t happen again, I guarn-damn-te-ya’! You had your fun with this old boy. You either have to be one mean spirited, sick son of a bitch, or a sadistic motherfucker. You may have the biggest cock under heaven, but as far as I’m concerned, you’ll die with your secret, Cowboy. You 'should' keep quiet Noel, ‘cause more people might figure out your sick act. I’ve had enough of your type of assholes in my past before I finally decided to become a slave to a family of good and caring masters. When I run across your type now, I know to run the other way, and put as much distance between us as I can.

"You know, Noel, your silence may be your way of protecting yourself or you may have some false Hollywood idea you want to project the image of the strong, silent type. Whatever your reason, I for one, don’t find it amusing or attractive. In fact, after a while it becomes a real bore. When you accept someone for the afternoon to show around and you don’t say a Goddamn thing, it goes beyond self protection or the justification of an image and becomes just plumb rude. You could a' done something novel, tried to be honest with me, and told me you didn’t like me; you didn’t wanna’ be bothered showing me around. I could accept that a lot easier than cutting my balls off up to my neck by ignoring me all afternoon. I may be a lowly slave to you, but I got feelings and right now, Noel, they’re pretty Goddamn raw.

"Oh, Hell, what’s the use? Your kind never cares anyway. I’m wasting my breath. It’s no wonder you’re alone. With your fucked attitude you probably will be alone the rest of your cloistered life. You don’t have to worry though, I won’t say a Goddamn word to the captain nor anyone else about this afternoon. I’m too fuck’n embarrassed and ashamed of myself for allowing you to do this to me.”

I read people off before, but I couldn’t remember doing a better job than that day. I walked to the bay and lost it. Shit, why did I have to break down right then? I was being so strong, but I felt like I vomited my soul on the ground and my emotional gut was empty. I had my left hand on the horn ready to mount when I started sobbing against my arm. I couldn’t help it. My rage at Noel was neither who I was nor who I wanted to be.

“Beau, please, don’t do this to yourself. Don’t go, please, listen to me. I was an asshole back there in the mine. I can see how you might have felt about it, but you’re wrong. Please, hear me out. You just read me off and pretty damn good, I might add," he said and chuckled, "I guess I might be pissed if any of it was true but it ain’t. Hear my side, Beau. You’re a reasonable man, I can see it in your eyes. You don't owe me nothing, but you owe it to yourself to listen. I swear by God above and all that’s holy, the bay’s never done that before. Now, if you know horses the way I think you do, you know damn well a horse will come up with a new trick for a new person every time. He took one look at you and thought, 'Oh, boy, a green horn. I think I’ll do the old 'I’ll-hold-my-breath’ number on him and show him who’s boss.’

"I apologize for laughing, but it was fuck'n funny," he said and laughed again, "But, you got right back up, and before I had a chance to tell you what to do, you had the situation taken care of and under control. I was impressed you knew anything about horses. Not many folks do. You did what any good horseman would’ve done to show him who’s gonna’ be the boss. You kicked the wind out him. I didn’t say anything on the way out here because I thought you were either mad, or you didn’t like me. The incident with the bay wasn’t my fault. Furthermore, I don’t give a shit if you do tell the captain. I’m a good wrangler and can find work anywhere.

"I don’t give a big rat’s ass about anything you said except to tell you I do care. I care very much how you feel. I want you so bad it hurts in my gut, Beau. I ain’t said nothing, ‘cause I didn’t wanna’ say some'um stupid. I feel like an inexperienced kid in school who wants to talk to a beautiful little girl and is afraid to. When I did say some'um, it was stupid, I’ll admit. God, Beau, don’t turn away from me. You’re right about me being alone. I just can’t seem to get it right with people so it drives me further away from them. If I’m as bad as you say, forgive me, Beau, reach out to me, help me, be my friend.”

Well, what would you have done? I turned into his arms and cried some more with him holding me, stroking me, and soothing me.

“There, there, Cowboy, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. Can’t we start again? Gimme another chance, Beau. I want you in the worst way. Come into the cabin with me and let me show you why I brought you here. A man who wants to make love to you as much as I do can’t be all bad. Please, Beau, I want to make love to you, and you give what love you can to me. Afterwards, if you still think I’m bad, I’ll go to the captain when we get back and quit but not until you kiss me,” he said.

“That has to be the single, smoothest line I ever heard in my life, Cowboy,” I said.

I looked into his deep green eyes, and he kissed me with the kiss of one man starving for another. I’ll have to admit I was a bit peckish myself. The stallion wasn’t impressed, he farted. We laughed and decided to take this up in the cabin. He got us a beer out of a small fridge he lugged out on horseback. The cabin was immaculate, it was neat as a pin. Everything was in its place. He built a strong, nice bed frame with a king sized futon covered in patch worked quilts. There were old rusty gears nailed to the wall for decorations. Old spurs and tack hanging in special places. There was a checkered table cloth on the old table and he even handmade small chintz curtains for the windows. It looked like something out of Better Homes and Cabins. I was wowed.

“This is amazing. You did all this yourself?” I asked.

“Every bit of it,” he rightfully bragged.

“Hell, I’d rather stay here than that big house back there,” I said quietly.

“I knew you’d say that, that’s why I wanted to bring you here. I wanted you to be the first to see it. It showed it to the captain before I started about a year ago. He don’t understand why I want to come out here for days at a time.”

“Hell, I do, I’d love to stay out here for a couple of days...with you,” I said quietly.

“You mean it, Beau?” he asked.

“Yeah, I was pretty taken with you, too; still am,” I said. We kissed again and rolled around on the bed. I could feel his cock getting rock hard down the leg of his Wranglers, down the leg of his Wranglers, and down the leg of his Wranglers; unbelievable. That couldn’t be all one man inside his Wranglers. Noel saw the look in my eye.

“I’ll be gentle, Beau, I’ll only stick part of it in,” he said sincerely.

I laughed. “That’s the second biggest lie in history, Noel. You know what the first one is?” I asked.

“No, what?” he asked in reply.

“The check’s in the mail. The third biggest lie we don’t have to worry about,” I said.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“You can’t get pregnant your first time,” I replied. He laughed as he started unbuttoning my shirt. He had only seen me in a bathrobe at dinner the previous evening and clothes at lunch. When he saw the rings in my tits he went ape shit. He loved the one in my nose but the tit rings set him off.

“You’ve got another surprise coming, Cowboy. Unwrap a little more of the package,” I urged him.

He undid my pants and pulled my stiff cock out and damn near fainted. “Woah, that’s fucking hot, Beau. You’re fucking hot without them, but they set you off like a frame on a great painting. Feel that!” He moved my hand to just above his knee. I could feel the head of his cock through his Wranglers. It was harder than a rock. He pulled my Wranglers off me and threw his clothes off, too. The first sight I got of his cock took my breath away. No fucking way could I take that thing. I knew my limits. His dick had to be the same length as Big Beryl’s and fatter than the captain or Master Jeb. If he was a baseball player he’d have his own bat, because that’s what it looked like. The only thing you can do with a cock that size is dress it up in doll clothes. He lay on top of me with that damn thing going from below my crotch to above my navel.

“Once I get it in, you won’t be satisfied until you take it all, but I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

“No, you won’t,” I countered.

“What da’ ya’ mean. I thought you wanted me?" he asked like a kid too short for the thrill ride.

“I do, Cowboy, but I’ve been carefully trained to be taken as a slave. That’s as swift and sure as you can get it into me then hold me on it until my ass stops arguing. Trust me, you’ll get a much better fuck,” I replied.

“You sure?” he asked.

“That’s the only way I can be taken, Noel. If you can’t then you can’t fuck me,” I replied.

“Oh, no, I’m willing to play by your rules. I jes' don’t wanna' to hurt ma' Little Darlin,’” he said in his best cowboy lingo.

“I don’t think you will. I’m willing to give it a shot but you have to remove my plug first,” I replied.

“Your plug?” he asked.

“E'aup, my Master keeps me plugged when I don’t have a cock in my ass,” I said.

He put his hand down to feel my ass. “Wow, that ain't no beginner's plug neither. Let me get a towel and some lube,” he said. I suffered a peccavi, for once, I allowed the use of a lubricant. Ah well, exceptional situations call for exceptional measures.

“How’d that plug feel riding the bay?” Noel asked me.

“Like I was getting fucked by a horse,” I laughed.

“Well, you’re about to experience it for real, Buckaroo,” he bragged.

He lubed up his big fucker and put a little in my ass for good measure, got me on the edge of his sturdy bed with my legs on his shoulders, positioned himself and leaned into me. I rode almost the entire length of his huge horse cock. He reached a point I was about to rise off the bed in protest when he sensed my discomfort and stopped. “It’s all right, Beau, that’s natural. Everyone has trouble with the last three inches at first. To get that in I have to get past what is commonly known as the second sphincter. It’s a misnomer but guys swear 'at’s what it feels like. I know you want the rest, I can feel it. Your ass is sucking me in. To get the best fucking, you’re gonna’ have to take the rest. Take a deep breath, that’s it, see. Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now, you got all of old Noel inside you. Man! What a feeling. I just knew your little butt would feel this good.”

He was so big my asshole was still arguing with his cock insisting he remove it at once. My asshole has been tamed more than once by large men. It would soon learn it had no choice. He moved it around without taking a stroke easing my muscle because he could still feel it spasming, trying to reject or bite his cock off. To his credit he held me on it and made my ass accept him like a rodeo cowboy stays on a bronc. If he was wearing his big cowboy hat I’m sure he would have been waving it about for the crowd in triumph for staying in the saddle past the eight second buzzer.

If you ever want to know just how long eight seconds can be, get on the back of one of those mad, slobbering bulls, come out of the chute like a highballing locomotive and try to hang on for eight seconds. Your life will pass before you in slow motion in eight seconds.

My ass finally stopped its arguing, and with couple of small strokes, I began to relax. I began to get into his rhythm and working with him stroke by stroke. I was loosening up and he was taking bigger and bolder strokes into my ass. He was a man who enjoyed a fine piece of ass, and I could tell he was appreciating mine. “Oh, Beau! Oh, shit! There’s some fine fucking in that ass. Work with me, Buddy. Oh, yeah! Meet Noel’s cock! 'At’s it ! 'At’s it! Just like you rode that big bay, Cowboy. Here comes a little bigger one for you, Buckaroo. Yeah! Yeah! Damn you’re really working that ass good for old Noel’s cock. Givin’ old Noel’s pony a good ride. Stay wiff' me, Hoss. 'At’s it! 'At’s it, put it up there for me. Gimme’ all that good ass you got, Cowboy.”

My ass was fully dilated to receive his deep hard thrust and he took full advantage of it. Noel was a little reticent at first, but I urged him on. I wanted to be able to say I had one of the best fucking of my life on a cock the size of a horse and got him off. Noel was in full agreement as he began to gallop his pony up a steep hill. Damnation! It was as if he spurred the fucking horse in both flanks with his spurs to urge his steed to take him to the top without a stumble. He was a horseman. He knew how to ride a good mount. He sat a good horse. He sat a good man. To him there was little difference at that moment. The two merged as one as he reined me in tight not daring to give me my head, demanding he was the rider and I damn well was going to take him where he needed to go without question. What else could you want from a man, a horse, or a master?

I settled down to work harder with him to bring him to his destination just as the stallion did. He reached the top of the hill and began to call out the name’s of at least six unknown gods as his final strokes were so long, so hard, and so deep they actually lifted my whole body off his bed. I felt my ass being filled with what seemed like quarts of cowboy horse-cock come. The pony he was riding bit down hard on the cowboy’s cock and started some pretty impressive fireworks of its own. He slammed into me twice more, each time unloading another volley of his seed deeper into me than any man had ever done before. My cock kept shooting on us as he collapsed on top of me still deeply implanted in my butt. Damn! He still felt good even after climax. He took another couple of long, gentle, loving strokes into me to sort of thank me for the good ride. He was one drained hombre, and I was his happy and gentled cayuse.

“Thank you, Cowboy, for the afternoon roundup and rodeo. I think you tamed this head strong stallion with that ride. I think you deserve a really big notch on your six shooter for that fuck,” I complimented him.

“Why, thank ya,’ Pod’na.’ Here in the West us cowpokes aim to please and bring comfort to as many tight little cowpoke asses as we can, sir. I certainly hope you enjoyed yore’ ride on my old steed,” he said using exaggerated cowboy drawl.

“Did I? Does a frog have a water tight asshole? Woah! Ain’t been fucked like that in a while. Well, at least since last night,” I winked at him. He laughed.

“Is the captain a pretty good fuck?” he asked.

“Damn fine fuck! When the captain fucks me, I stay fucked for a while,” I said.

“I just imagined he might be. He’s never been interested in me. He was interested in his Dungeon Master getting fucked by me. When I found out he’s basically a straight man who was forced into gay male slavery I lost interest. X has never approached me for himself. It’s always been,
“My Master ordered me to give my ass to you for your use, sir. Or, my Master would like to watch you fuck me, sir.” If he ever came to me and said it was him what needed me, I might consider it. He ain’t a bad looking man and his body is in perfect shape. He works hard to keep it that way. Of course the captain insists he keeps it that way or suffer the consequences.”

We were lying on our sides with him still in me taking a few strokes every now and then. I was milking him to get the last of his come to release into my gut. It was great lying there with him, talking quietly, sharing things. He could be some slave’s good master. “Have you ever considered becoming a master and taking a slave, Noel?” I asked.

“Yeah! That or taking on a steady fuck companion, but people are responsibilities. Some folks are good at those kind of things, some aren’t. I been alone for so long, I'm set in my ways; almost a hermit. Who’d wanna’ live the kind of life I do; getting by on a shoestring? This cabin is the first thing I ever had in my life what’s mine, and it ain’t really mine, it’s on the captain’s property. He lets me pretend it’s mine, and I love him for that. I ain’t never had much of anything to call my own. I ain’t got much education. I can barely read or write. Wrangling is all I know how to do.

"Horses is all I know about, but I’m damn good at what I do. I can get a job anywhere, but I ain’t never gonna’ get rich on a wrangler’s pay. The captain pays twice as much as a lot of others. That’s why I been with him so many years. I sometime feel like his stable eunuch. He don’t use the horses much to really keep the stable going. Some of the younger eunuchs ride and once in a while X will take one for a ride. I know the Captain keeps the stables for me ‘cause he cares about me. I care about him, too. I even love him.

"That’s why I was so devastated this afternoon when you read me off. I wanted to make a good impression, but I saw my hopes going up in smoke because of my own stupidity. That’s why I’m quiet most of the time around folks. I don’t wanna’ say something stupid to embarrass myself. Look at me today, I fucked up royally. If you hadn’t been the forgiving cuss you are, I would’ve missed out on knowing a wonderful person. To say nothing of getting the best damn fuck I had in many a moon,” he said.

“I know one man, who, if he were not spoken for would love to live a simple life with you, Noel,” I said.

“You, Beau?” he asked.

“Absolutely, look at this place. I could be happy here the rest of my life knowing at the end of the day I was gonna' hold you in my arms and love on you a little bit. Don’t you think maybe you sell yourself a little short, Cowboy?" I asked.

“Maybe I do, I don’t know,” he replied.

“Have you ever been in love with another man, Noel?” I asked.

“Yes, once. Not so long ago. The captain had a ranch in Texas, and I worked for him. The kid of an old army buddy of the captain's came to stay with us after he got back from Nam. He was a broken man. I knew him before he went, and he was one of the sweetest young cowboys you could ever hope to meet. He wanted to please everybody. Poor kid, he was so fucked up when he got back. He was a basket case, yet somehow, between my silence and his need to be left alone we met in the middle and bonded. It was the damnedest thing. We leaned on each other. It was jes' one of them moments in time where it seemed to be in the stars for two people to come together to help each other. He taught me to care and love, and I taught him to live again. He was a cowboy and a damn good one, too. He was a champion. Went to national finals several times and won.

"Unfortunately, for me, he left the ranch to keep a commitment he made to another man to be his slave before he went to Vietnam. I knew all along he weren't meant for me, but sometimes yore' heart don't listen to your brain. I fell in love with him, and it liked ta' broke my heart when he left. I still love him and see him once in a while," he said with remorse.

“If a good slave or even a good gay man had you to hold each night, Noel, they would have more treasure than the wealthiest man. What does anyone need in life if they can lie down at night, after a hard day’s work, next to the one they love?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I’ve thought of that. Do you want to become the captain’s slave, Beau? Could you love him?" he asked.

“Could I love him? I already do, but I could fall in love with you, Cowboy. So, you see, I fall in love with people easily. Do I want to become his slave? No, Noel, I don’t. Why? Because I have two of the most wonderful men on this Earth who want to be my masters, and I love them with all my heart and soul. How the captain found out about me being sold, and now, might make a bid for me is a mystery. If he buys me I won’t have much choice but to come here and be his slave. Will I love him? Of course I will, I've accepted who and what I am. A slave is trained to never hold anything back from his master. Will my heart break in two for the love of my other two masters? I hope not, but I don't know for sure,” I replied.

“He’s gonna’ ask me for a vote as to whether he should buy you or not. What do you want me to tell him?” Noel asked.

“I want you to tell him whatever you feel in your heart. I can’t tell you what to tell him. That wouldn’t be fair to him, you, or me. You have to make up your own mind what you want to tell him. I won’t love you any less or more for either vote,” I replied.

“Somehow, I knew you’d say that. That’s the kind of person you are, Beau, and that’s what makes you so easy to love. Truth? I’m falling in love with you, too. I know better than to jump in with both feet, ‘cause I may never see you again after this weekend, but if you do come to live here, you will have one more lover than the man in the big house. You’ll have a cowboy who lives in the desert in a miner’s cabin,” he said.

We kissed a passionate kiss as he took a couple more good, long, deep strokes into my ass. He was a lover, my cowboy, my wrangler, my horseman, my Stable Master, my farrier. Underneath the quiet, the self-doubts, low self-image, dwelt a good heart who needed what we all need from time to time; someone to look us in the eye and tell us we are good people. Does more good than fifty visits to a therapist. It’s a damn sight cheaper, too.

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Part III ~ Happy Trails

We cleaned up and spent the rest of the afternoon in each other's arms. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I was so impressed with his cock I kept wanting to grab it, throw it over my shoulder and burp it. It seems like men with big cocks get it all. All that you and I didn’t get. Our fair share went into men like him and Big Beryl. Think how many men could be made happy with perhaps a quarter of his cock. It just didn’t seem fair. God didn’t find it necessary to ask my opinion when he created the universe. Thinking back over the years, I thought about how many men I met who had enormous cock, but most didn’t know what to do with them. Either that or they were so much of a bottom they weren’t the least bit interested in fucking. I ain’t that big, but I’m above average. Leastwise, I never got any complaints. I’d like to think I was like Master Zack. It’s not the size that counts, it’s what you do with it. At any rate, I’ve always been happy to share the wealth.

It came time to ride back. By that time Noel and I bonded as friends. For the strong silent type he was having no trouble finding things to say to me. We talked for hours about everything. He had a wide variety of interest and expressed himself well. Noel was not as dumb as he portrayed himself to be. Like a good horse he had a lot of common sense which saw him in good stead.

He began to get quiet again as we slowly rode back to the stable, but this time, he gently reached over, took my hand and held it as we rode side by side. He didn’t let go, and I didn’t want him to. He was like a kid with his first love, and he wanted to hold hands, to feel close. We approached the stable and found the captain waiting for us. He smiled to see us riding up hand in hand. Noel wasn’t intimidated by the captain’s presence and didn’t drop my hand.

“I see Noel had to hold your hand to keep you on your horse, Beau,” the Captain said with a grin.

“Yes, sir, he was kind enough to take pity on me, ‘cause I damn near fell off twice,” I replied.

“Don’t you believe it, Captain, Beau’s one of the finest horsemen you ever brought to the stable. He sits a good horse,” Noel said with conviction.

“High praise, young man, from a man who never has two words to say about anyone,” the Captain said and laughed.

“I got more’n a couple to say about this man, Captain, and they's 'zall good,” Noel said.

I started undoing my saddle, took it off, wiped it down good, and put it away in the tack room. I found some towels and started rubbing down the bay. He seemed to appreciate the attention and playfully nudged me a couple or times to get me to pet him. He wanted me to tell him he was a good boy. Horses can also suck you dry for attention and affection. The Captain and Noel were impressed I knew how to take care of a horse and didn’t just leave it for Noel to do.

“I can see you two are going to be a few minutes, so I’ll head-on back to the house. Come up when you get done. Andre has dinner about ready, and you know how he can be if everyone isn’t there on time,” he laughed.

“We’ll be right there, Captain,” I told him.

“You don’t have to do that, Beau. I can take care of the bay. It's my job,” Noel said.

“I know, but it’s nice to have someone around for company when you do these things, ain’t it?” I asked.

He was silent for a moment. “Yeah, especially someone like you. Someone I care about,” he replied.

I finished with the bay and led him to his stall. I took his bit and bridle off, found some oats and fed him. He was happy and snorted thanks to me. I liked him a little better, not a lot, just a bit. Noel put the stallion away. I went to him and put my arms around him. He smelled like horse, man, saddle leather, and the desert all rolled into one. He had the scent of a good, strong, clean, healthy man. Overpowering. We kissed one last kiss before walking hand in hand up to the big house and into the kitchen still hand in hand.

Mouths fell open as everyone stopped and looked. Their reaction didn’t bother either of us as we hugged in front of all of them and laughed. We sat down to dinner and conversation around the table was lively. Noel was quiet as usual but spoke up a few times to everyones surprise. I engaged him in conversation about the horses a couple of times and the household staff had no idea what we were talking about. The captain did, but they didn’t.

The captain was pleased Noel seemed to be more comfortable with everyone, especially me. After dinner the captain invited Noel to the spa with us but he declined and said he had some things to get ready. He was going to ride back out to his cabin early in the morning if the captain didn’t need him for the weekend. Noel always rode back in to take care of the horses in the evenings and then back out to his cabin. The captain never had to worry about the horses. Noel took good care of them. After he gentled me he certainly took good care of me. The captain didn’t invite X to join us in the spa, and it was just as well. I was happy to be alone with him. I easily moved into his arms without waiting to be invited. He smiled at me; pleased I felt comfortable with him.

“I won’t pump you about Noel, Son, as long as you had a good time. You must have, to ride up hand in hand like Roy and Dale,” he said and grinned.

“Captain, I had a wonderful afternoon with Noel. He’s a remarkable man in more ways than one. I got to see a part of him I don’t think many people get to see," I said. He smiled at me and raised an eyebrow, "No, that’s not the part I’m talking about; although, I did get to see that up close and personal. What can I tell you, Captain? I’m quite fond of him,” I said.

“Good,” he said, “so am I. He don’t know this and you won’t tell him, but he’s like one of the sons I never had. There's been two in my life,” he declared.

I wanted to ask about the other, but I thought if he wanted me to know he would tell me. X was right, the Captain didn’t care to share me with anyone that evening or the next day. He decided we would go for a ride together late in the afternoon. We went to the stable, and I saddled the bay for me and a pinto he liked for him. We rode out into the desert side by side, and he began to talk with me. “I wanted to ride out to Noel’s cabin. I know he didn’t want to be around when you left. Be too hard on him. So, I thought you might like to say goodbye to him out here,” he said.

“I appreciate that, Captain. You know he loves you a lot, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah, I know he does. We’ve never discussed it. Don’t have to. Sometimes love between two men don’t have to be confirmed. The smallest gesture, a smile at something you say can be enough to tell you what’s in his heart. I love him, too, and I’ll always make sure he’s comfortable. He loves that fucking cabin,” he said.

“Have you seen it since he’s fixed it up?” I asked.

“Naw, I saw it when he asked if he could have it as a get away place for himself. I gave him permission, but I ain’t been out here in over a year. I wanted to give him his privacy. He seems to appreciate I ain’t breathing over his shoulder. Whatever he wanted to do out here was fine with me,” he replied.

“Well, you won’t believe it. It’s remarkable. It has a great deal of charm and comfort to it. It’s a reflection of him; a side you probably haven’t witnessed; a side I think will blow you away. It did me. Who would have thought old, quiet Noel would have created something so wonderful, then I ask myself, why not Noel?” I asked rhetorically.

“That’s what I like about you, Beau, you try to see all sides of a situation, and you don’t judge anybody. Oh by the way, Gwenn did ask again. I told him you’d be busy the rest of the weekend with me,” the Captain said and laughed.

“Thanks for that, Captain,” I replied. We rode into Noel’s area. He had a fire going outside with what appeared to be an old refrigerator shelf above the fire for a stove top. He had his coffee pot on making coffee and a pot of beans bubbling away. He came out of the house, looked up and saw us. A big grin crossed his face as he walked out into the yard to greet us. I dismounted the bay and the captain dismounted the Pinto. Noel took the reigns and tied them to the hitching post by the side of the cabin. He returned, and I threw my arms around him, hugged, and kissed him. He didn’t hold back nor was he shy just because the captain was with me.

“It’s damn good to see you again, Beau; you too captain. Can ya'll stay for dinner? I got plenty.”

“We’d love to, Son,” replied the Captain.

“Can I get you a beer, coffee, soda?” he asked.

“I’ll try some of your coffee, Noel; it smells great,” I replied.

“I’ll have a beer, Son,” the Captain replied.

Noel walked into the cabin and returned with the captain’s Beer and a mug for my coffee.

“Come in, Captain; Beau. You ain’t seen the place since I cleaned it up, Captain,” he said.

We walked in and the captain stopped in the doorway and looked around. He was like me, he was stunned. He looked at everything, smiled, and shook his head. “Noel, this is fucking unbelievable. This is wonderful. You did all this yourself?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, ever' bit,” he replied. You could tell Noel was basking in the captain’s praise like a son who caught the winning pass at the football game.

“Well, now I see why you want to come out here and spend time. This is nice and comfortable. I’m proud of you, Son,” he said and stuck out his hand to shake Noel’s.

Noel took the big man’s hand, pulled the captain to him and hugged him. “Thank you, Captain,” Noel said sincerely.

“For what?” he asked.

“For allowing me to do this,” Noel replied.

“Gosh, Son, it’s yours. Any man who would put this much love in a place deserves to own it. I’ll have these five acres deeded over to you Monday. I’ll never use this land anyway. It’s yours, Son, lock, stock, and worthless mine,” the Captain said. Noel couldn’t believe what the captain was saying.

“Are you serious, sir?” the big cowboy asked.

“Couldn’t be more serious, Son. I’ll give you the deed Monday evening, and you know I'm a man of my word,” the Captain said.

Noel hugged the captain and kissed him. The captain seemed to enjoy that.

“Gosh, Captain, that’s a wonderful and noble thing to do,” I said. “I know you’ve made one cowboy’s dream come true. You’re a thoughtful, kind, and generous man,” I told him.

“Well, I don’t know about all that, but we only go around once. We should do random act of kindness for folks from time to time. I jes' figure it's your turn, Son,” the Captain said to Noel.

Noel had a grin on his face that looked like he was king of the world. We walked out into the cool, late afternoon air to watch Noel put three of the biggest damn ‘T’ bone steaks on his grill over the fire.

“J’ever eat steaks grilled over mesquite, Beau?” he asked. I admitted I hadn’t. “Well, you're in for a treat. Best flavor in the world.”

He was right. We had steak, red beans and cowboy potatoes. He dropped chunks of unpealed potatoes in boiling hot oil over the fire and cooked ‘em ‘til they were golden brown and crisp. Everything was delicious. Best food I’d eaten since I got there.

“Captain, no disrespect, sir, but you got the wrong man cooking for you,” I said about halfway through my steak. Noel grinned from ear to ear.

“After tasting this steak, beans, and potatoes I think I agree with you. What’s best is it don’t have a damn fucking cream sauce over everything to kill the flavor,” he said with disgust. We roared with laughter.

We had a wonderful time and I got to see a side of the captain I might never have seen. He truly was a wonderful and generous man. He was enjoying this opportunity to get to know Noel better and so was his cowboy. I seemed to be a catalyst between the two of them. Noel opened up and talked non-stop through dinner. The captain took full advantage and they talked about everything up to and including me.

“Do you think I should buy this slave, Son? 'Ere ain't no doubt in my mind I'm falling in love with him,” the Captain said.

“I ask Beau how I should answer that question, sir. He told me to follow my heart. He couldn’t and wouldn’t influence my decision. I love him, too. If you buy him, turn around and he’s gone, you won’t have to look far for him, you’ll know where he’ll be.”

“I see...” the Captain smiled, paused, and looked Noel in the eye, “Know what, Son? 'At’s fine with me. At least I’ll know he’s with someone I love what loves him. Then I’ll ride out, bring some steaks and we can do this again,” he said, and we laughed together.

“I thought a lot about what I’d say when you ask my vote, so, in front of Beau, as much as I’d love to see him come here to live for my own selfish reasons, I’m sorry, Captain, but I gotta' vote no,” he said.

“I can see you’ve given this a great deal of thought. You want to tell me why you arrived at that decision, Son?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, his happiness ain’t here with you and me, sir. He’s very much in love with two masters in his family who didn’t count on outside buyers coming in and upsetting the apple cart to take their love away from them. Beside the fact, he looks enough like my cowboy to be his twin brother. In the short time I’ve known Beau, I’ve come to think he’s pert-damn special, and it’s gonna’ be damn hard for me to let go. That’s why I come out here so’s I wouldn’t have to say goodbye. I’m glad you came out so’s I could tell him goodbye, but it’ll be easier seeing him ride on down the trail than it would be seeing him drive away. Fuck Captain, I may as well be honest with you, I’ve fallen in love with him, too. I don’t wanna’ see Beau go tonight, for both our sakes, but it ain’t right, sir. I guess I love him too much to have him go through the heartbreak of leaving two men who are lucky enough to have his love and call him their slave,” Noel said.

“I can’t fault your honesty, Son, thank you for that. You have, indeed, thought out this whole situation. I told him something similar. If he could convince me of his love for them men I wouldn’t bid on him. I have the right to and they knew there was a chance of this happening when they put him on the open market. I’ll think about it, and we’ll talk again before next Friday,” the Captain said.

“I will tell you one thing, though,” Noel spoke again, “I’m joining his family if they’ll have me. I’m getting out my old Harley Cowboy gimme', fix it up and the next family event they have I’m gonna’ be there. I’m contacting his Dungeon Master Monday to ask for consideration to join. They have a six month probationary period for new members, but if it’s half as great as Beau makes it sound then maybe I can find someone for me. I wouldn’t mind trying my hand at being a master.”

“I think, no, I know, you’d make a damn fine master, Noel,” I urged him.

“I second that, Son. You really would. Maybe it’s just what you need. Some little man to wait on you hand and foot and keep your belly warm at night,” the Captain said and we laughed.

It was getting late, and by the time the captain and I rode back to the stable, put the horses away there would be just enough time to say goodbye to everyone and drive me back to the mountain. The captain mounted up and rode off telling me he’d wait for me down the trail. Noel took me in his arms and held me tight for several minutes. He had tears in his eyes as we kissed and so did I. “I can’t tell you goodbye, Beau. I’m joining your family to be around more people like you. I’m gonna’ let the captain closer to me. I really have come to love him, and I know he loves me. I wish you the best, my friend. I love you, Beau,” he said. Those were hard words for Noel to get out, but he said them, and I knew he meant them.

“I gotta’ take off, love. I love you, too, but you know that. This was a wonderful evening I’ll remember all my life, Cowboy. I love you, Noel,” I said. We kissed again, cried a little more in each others arms.

He grabbed the reigns to the bay and held it as I mounted. “Did he suck in wind this time?” he asked.

“No, he took one look at me, I shook my head at him, and he knew better,” is said and we laughed. He handed me the reigns and kissed me at the same time.

“See you on down the trail, Beau.”

“On down the trail, Cowboy,” I replied.

I turned the bay and headed to catch up with the Captain. We rode slowly back to the stables, and he was quiet. I reached over and took his hand. He smiled and squeezed it and held it all the way back. I unsaddled the horses. Toweled them down. Put them away in their stalls. I removed their bridles and bits and fed all of them. I told Noel he didn’t have to ride back, I’d take care of them for him tonight. The captain waited and talked a little about how glad he was we did that. He loved Noel and was going to quit claim deed the five acres to him tomorrow. I finished with the horses, took his hand again and we walked back to the kitchen of the big house. Andre was all upset. They didn’t know what to do about dinner so they ate, but he could make us anything.

“No, Andre, it’s all right, we ate in the desert with Noel.”

“Wit zee Ca-bouy? Mon Deux! In zee des-zert? And ju' are still alive? Sacre’ blu!” he ranted.

“It was delicious. Best steak I ever had. Best beans, too,” the captain poured it on as I giggled. Gwenn winked at me again.

“Come along, Beau, let’s get your things. Gwenn, have Frank bring the limo around to the front.”

We climbed the stairs to his bedroom still hand in hand. He opened the door and led me through. He held me and kissed me tenderly but passionately, and I returned passion for passion.

“I love you, Beau. I want you for more than just a slave. I want that, but I want you for my mate. That you and Noel love each other is only icing on the cake. He’ll keep you happy when I have to be gone.”

“I’m afraid to tell you I love you, Captain, but what the Hell, you can see right through my heart, I can’t hide it. You know it. I do love you. I just wish there was someway I could have all the people I love in my life, loving and living in close harmony, enjoying each other,” I said.

“Maybe there is, Son, do you believe in miracles?” he asked.

“Absolutely, I’ve witness a number of them myself,” I replied.

“Then if you truly believe, your dream will come true. You’re unique and you have a special ability to heal and unite people. Look what you’ve done this weekend for Noel and me. We would’ve never gotten this close but for you.” I gathered up my things and came to him.

“Will you take me back, Captain...please, sir?” I pleaded.

“Of course I will, Son, but I’ll have X ride with Frank so's I can fuck him on the way back. He ain’t had a good captain fucking in a while,” he declared. I thought to myself, ‘Fuck X, I planned to get me a piece of that action on the way back.’

We started off on our return trip, and I asked the captain if we could lie in the back together and have a drink. He thought that was a wonderful idea. I was lying in his big arms enjoying the view. I kept rubbing my hand around on him and felt him getting excited.

“Please, Master, may your slave pleasure you on the way back? One last time, sir?" I begged.

The Captain looked at me, pulled me to him, and kissed me. “Of course you can, Slave,” he replied. I helped him undress, and I threw my clothes off. I didn’t have to do much priming. He was rock hard and ready for my ass. I told him I wanted to ride him off. “I don’t think any one's ever done that for me, but I’d like to try it, Son,” he said. I threw the pillows down to the rear end so I could see where we were. I knew when we went over Kellogg hill we had about thirty minutes before we would arrive at Mt. Washington.

I lathered him up good with spit, made the appropriate love to his stallion and mounted him fast and hard. It took his breath away. My mount was so hard it made the back-end of the limo bounce. The driver, Frank, swerved thinking we ran over something. He was on the phone immediately. I handed the phone to the Captain. “Yes, Frank? Yes, we felt it, too. No big thing. Not to worry. No Frank, couldn’t be better. Thank you, Frank.” I hung up the phone for him. We both fell out laughing. The Captain loved to laugh, and had a wonderful deep baritone laugh.

“Damn fine mount, Slave. Damn fine. I think they probably recorded that on the Richter scale at Mt. Wilson. We know Frank and X felt it,” he said. We started laughing all over again.

I started to ride him and rode him all the way back to Kellogg hill. I built him up three times to the point of starting his flow and then stopped. He would laugh each time and ask me if I was going do it again. He though that was the greatest thing he ever felt in his life. “I’m gonna’ have you begging your slave to finish you off, my good Master. I wanted to play with you like this to show my appreciation for the lovely weekend. I had a wonderful time and fell in love three times. That’s sort of a record for me, Captain. I can’t imagine a more wonderful end to a great weekend that to catch my good master’s seed,” I said.

I rode him up Kellogg hill and got him off right at the top and hit mine right after. I continued to ride him and milk him to get the rest of his come into my ass. I knew in my heart I just cheated X out of a good fucking. There would be other times for X. He probably wouldn’t enjoy the captain as much as I did anyway. I leaned over, kissed him gently, and thanked him for allowing his slave to provide him with comfort and pleasure him one last time. He was drained, and I was happy. I cleaned his cock and all my come from him with my mouth. I dressed him and then put my clothes back on.

We had enough time to share another cocktail as we headed up the mountain to Master Jeb, the Dungeon Master, Chief, Will’s, and my home. It was home; my home. We arrived in front at eight forty-five on the nose. Mother Hen, the Dungeon Master, was pacing out front. I kissed the captain goodbye, grabbed my bag, and got out of the limo. I waved as they went off down the hill. I turned to my beloved giant and held him with my cheek pressed tightly against his huge chest.

“How was your weekend with the captain?” he asked.

“Fantastic,” I replied, “He was much like you, Dungeon Master, I woke once during the night and could have sworn it was you holding me,” I said.

He kissed me gently and spoke, “Welcome home, Son, we missed you. We damn near went crazy around here without you,” he said.

* * * * * * *
Part IV ~ The Best Laid Plans

We went into the house, and I went through the greeting ritual with Chief, the Dungeon master, and finally Master Jeb. I couldn’t believe how great he looked. He was radiant and had the glow of a healthy man. I lovingly kissed both his boots, found his hand, and kissed it putting it to my forehead. “Rise good slave and show your master your love for him,” he commanded in a steady voice. He held me with arms that were much stronger, and we kissed a passionate kiss of lovers.

“What news from your doctor, Master Jeb?” I asked

“Nothing,” he said.

“No news or ‘nothing’ they didn’t find anything? Well, Hell, you know what I mean,” I said in my excitement.

“They didn’t find a damn thing. Gone. Cured. Miraculous spontaneous remission they called it. I call it the greatest gift a group of gifted men may give someone; their healing love. Thanks to all of you, I'm healed,” he said and broke into tears. I took him in my arms again to comfort him.

“Did you bother to tell them how it came about?” I asked.

“Do you think they would believe me?” he asked in reply.

“No, sir, I don’t suppose they would. Thank God, you’re healed. Our hopes and prayers have been answered.”

“I’m so glad you’re home, Son.” Master Jeb said to me hugging me again. “How was your weekend with the captain?” he asked.

“It was as unusual as it was interesting. The captain’s a complex man with many secrets. I don’t understand how he might expect a slave to love and trust him when he seems to hide so much. On the one hand he's stern, rigid, demanding, secretive but on the other he’s kind, warm, giving, loving, and generous with his help. He may have the secrets of the world to hide, but underneath, I think he’s a good man,” I replied.

“Do you think he’ll bid for you?” Master Jeb asked.

“I don’t know Master. He seemed to like me. He also seemed to understand my circumstances of being in love with my masters here in our family. He’s a difficult man to figure out. I just don’t know. If I had to guess I’d say there’s a fifty-fifty chance he will bid on me. I hope not, but I don’t have any control over it,” I replied.

“Well, maybe your family does. We’ll have to make sure he doesn’t win the bid. We don’t want to lose you,” Master Jeb said like he was worried.

“Has Will been looking after you, Master?” I asked.

“He’s done an excellent job, but I haven’t needed him that much. Jim and Chief pitched in and helped over the weekend. Will's master just left a while ago to return to Joshua Tree. Will has been walking on a cloud all weekend. We’ve had such fun laughing at the two of them. He’s up in the room they used for the weekend changing the sheets and generally cleaning up. We can’t believe how much in love they are. We’ve been talking among ourselves and we’re thinking of changing the period of time for Will’s transfer as property to Master Zack from six months to three. You have any thoughts on that?”

“I certainly do, Master. I appreciate you asking your slave’s opinion, because Will and I’ve grown close. I care about him very much. I think it would be a wonderful idea. Will has proved to us his head is screwed on tight, and to my way of thinking, he just got on the wrong track. Will is a remarkable young man, and he’s brought a great gift to our family. He single handed gave you back to us, Master. I think he has the adaptability and maturity of a man twice his age. I’ve been called a natural slave along with Oscar, Billy, and Titus. I’ve felt since our rescue of Will, he, even more that the four of us, is a truly natural slave.

“Not only does he have the ability to serve a wonderful master like Master Zack, but he has already proved his need, willingness, and generosity of spirit to serve numbers of us in this family. I think we still have things to learn from that young man. He’s so unassuming we have no idea what other talents he may possess. Certainly, as fine a master as Master Zack, he deserves consideration as well; however, you are aware of my feelings for Master Zack,” I said. I blushed as they laughed at me.

“You certainly have strong opinions on the subject. To tell you the truth, Slave, you’ve brought up a couple of points we didn’t touched on. I agree with you wholeheartedly. What does the Dungeon Master and his assistant Master Red Feather think?” Master Jeb asked.

“Well,” said the Dungeon Master, “my thought is for three months training for Will, a ceremony of becoming recognized as a slave to our family at the end of that three months and transferring his ownership to Master Zack within the same ceremony. He should train as any other slave and his exposure to his intended master should be limited during the first month. Then I don’t see why he and Master Zack can’t see each other every weekend after that if convenient for everyone,” my Dungeon Master said firmly.

“I fully agree with both the Dungeon Master and Beau,” Chief said, “I’ll certainly miss my little ‘belly warmer’ but I love the little shit so much I wanna’ see him happy as soon as possible. For what he’s been through, and what he’s brought to our family, I’m all for it. I think they deserve that consideration. While he may be happy here with us, he needs the stability and strength of purpose only Master Zack can give him. Knowing Master Zack, Will will only benefit from Zack’s personal training and discipline. I foresee Master Zack and Will becoming cornerstones of our family,” he said.

"Then it’s agreed, Dungeon Master, when Zack calls to let us know he got home safely will you give him the news? Then we’ll let him tell his slave after you talk with him,” said Master Jeb.

A few minutes later Will came down the stairs and ran to me. “Beau, I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry, I was upstairs cleaning the room my master, and I stayed in this weekend. You just missed him,” he said, hugged me and gave me a kiss.

“I’m so glad for you Master Zack could come up this weekend to be with you. Did you have a good weekend, Little Brother ?” I asked.

“Oh, Beau, he’s everything you said he was and more. I’m so in love with him. I’ve never been this much in love with any of the other so called masters I tried to serve. I didn’t know it was possible to love the master you served this much,” Will replied.

“I’m so glad to hear that, Will. I hoped the two of you would like each other. I’m really pleased and happy for you. A bit green with envy ‘cause I know what a fine master you’re getting, but I’m more happy for the two of you. You certainly have my blessing,” I said.

We sat down in the kitchen to talk. I ran up to the Bear’s Lair to remove my clothes and came back down when the phone rang. The Dungeon Master answered. “Hello, Zack, you home?" Big Jim asked. “Good we’re glad. You already picked up Button?” he asked and listened. “Damn, you made good time. We have something to tell you, Zack. Since our new young slave is sitting here listening with both ears we’ll tell you together. We talked among ourselves and decided to lower the time period for transfer of Will to you from six months the three months,” he said. Will got a big smile across his handsome face. “Yes, well, you’re both welcome. We still require him to go through the standard three months of training. Visitation will be restricted for the first month only. Then, depending on your schedules, you may visit every weekend thereafter until the final ceremony and transfer,” Master Jim added. He listened a bit more, “Well, we observed the two of you together this weekend, and we felt it wouldn’t serve much purpose to keep a master and slave so much in love away from each other any longer than absolutely necessary.” the Dungeon Master paused for again to listen, “Yes! You’re very welcome. Here I’ll let you talk to your new slave.”

“Hello, Master,” Will said.

“Hello, how's my good slave-boy?” Zack asked.

“I miss you already, sir,” Will replied.

“I thought about you all the way home, Son. I thought six months was going to be a Hell of a long time before I could own you and shout to the world you’re my property, you belong to me. Maybe someone out there heard my prayers. We can do three months floating on our backs; right? Zack asked.

“Absolutely, sir, these men are wonderful, Master Zack,” Will replied.

“They are, indeed, youngster. I love you so much, Will. I know you’ll do well in training and make me a wonderful slave I can be proud of. I'm already proud of you, Son,” Zack said.

“Well, they’ll all giggle at me here, Master Zack, but I don’t care. I love you, too, sir, more than there are stars in the sky," Will said.

“Find out when they plan to have you start training and maybe we can have another weekend together before then, Son,” Zack said.

“I’d love that, sir, another weekend with you? Wow! Maybe I could ride my bike out if Master Dirk has it finished,” Will said.

“I’ll let you go, Son. Thank them again for the both of us. I love you, Will.”

“I love you, too, Master.” Will slowly hung up the receiver and turned to us. “My Master said to be sure and thank you again for your generosity. We both appreciate it very much.” Then Willl ran to each of us, hugged, and kissed us. He was in heaven. “Master wanted me to find out when I might start training so perhaps we might have another weekend together before then.”

The Dungeon Master mused and asked for Chief’s opinion. Master Jeb decided to bow out of the slave training altogether even though he was recovering. He felt he did it long enough and the new Dungeon Master and Chief were fully capable of training any new slaves that came along.

“Well, let’s see...” mused Chief. “There’s one more weekend in this month, but I don’t feel the Dungeon Master and I will be psyched to take on a new slave for training until after Beau is sold. How does the first of the following month sound or maybe even the fifteenth of next month.”

“The fifteenth sounds good to me,” the Dungeon Master said. That will give Zack and Will three weekends to be together.”

“Fine with me, Dungeon Master,” said Chief.

“Then the next time you talk with your master, Will, tell him we’ll start your training the fifteenth of next month and you guys can plan from there.”

“Thank you, sirs, Master Jim and Chief, I love you both.”

“We love you, too, Sprout,” Chief said, “Now, is pale face slave bunkin’ it in with heap big Injun Chief tonight?” Chief asked.

“I’d love to, Chief, I’d be honored if you’d care to use me this evening,” Will said.

“I just might take you up on that, Little One, or maybe an eyeopener in the morning, how about that?” Chief asked.

“Can I have both, sir?” Will asked.

“You’re incorrigible, Kid, but I love you,” Chief said, grabbed, and hugged Will. “It’s getting late so I gotta’ get to bed. Don’t be too long.”

“I’ll be right there, Chief, to take care of you,” he said. Will took his responsibilities toward his master/bunkmate seriously.

Will started going to the gym with the Dungeon Master and me. We started out about thirty minutes earlier each morning to get everything in, but it worked out great. Will came along in his development faster than I did. He has a true mesomorph's body and responds to exercise faster than either the Dungeon Master or I. By the time he stood naked before the family for his ceremony, he looked like a young god. Master Zack loved Will’s butt plug and insisted he wear it when he wasn’t using Will’s hole. Will didn’t get to wear it too much. Zack fucked that kid almost on the hour. The whole household groaned for Will’s poor asshole. Will never complained and gave his master all he wanted and more. He saw it as his duty to satisfy both masters as best he could. He did an excellent job serving both.

The Dungeon Master related to me that Chief, Master Jeb, and him would hear the bed springs going in their bedroom for thirty to forty minutes at a time. Will would come down to get his master something with a glazed look in his eyes and the silliest grin on his face. Not one of the three big men said a word but inside they were dying of laughter. The Dungeon Master asked him once, "Is everything all right, Will?”

“Couldn’t be better, Dungeon Master, thank you, couldn’t be better,” He hugged and kissed Big Jim and whispered, “Thanks, Master Jim.” Then smiled and went back to his master.

Master Zack admonished Will to give Chief all of his little butt Chief needed. Will obeyed his master. Even after Will went to live with Master Zack, he and Chief remained close for years, and they had to have each other occasionally. Master Zack was all for it. After Will and Chief had a couple of sessions together Will was always a better fuck for his master. Master Zack would purposely schedule a trip to visit Chief to get them together. They developed a mystical bond and their need for each other never diminished over the years. Chief always seemed to heal Will’s spirit when it became troubled and Will did the same for his Indian Chief Master.

When Chief returned to his tribe to be inducted as a Chief he invited Will, Master Zack, Cowboy, Dan Yates, the Dungeon Master, Master Jeb, Master Earl and me as his only white brothers to observe their rituals. For Will and Zack it opened new doors of understanding for a few of the greater mysteries of life which helped to more clealry defined their relationship with each other. They continued to grow and progress deeper into the mystical bonds of master and slave. Will brought out the best in master Zack and Zack brought out ever deeper needs in Will to serve his master’s every need. Zack implemented my plea of consideration to insist his slave do minor chores for him. As mundane as they sometimes seemed, those simple task set up a ritual, an every day bonding that became the glue of their relationship.

Sarge and Titus approached Zack a week before Will was to be transferred to his new master and requested to buy Button. They offered Zack far more than he considered asking. They settled on paying Will’s maintenance and training bill which came to about six hundred dollars. Button couldn’t have been happier with his two new masters and was also happy for Master Zack. He knew Zack would be happier with Will.

Master Zack and Will started out alone, together, with a new slate as master and slave. The family didn’t see them for almost three months after they first got together. They kept in touch, but they couldn’t get out of the dungeon long enough to keep any social engagements. Finally they gave a weekend party that was the party to end all parties. Anyone and everyone of the family came. It was the event of the season. Everyone in the family was wowed at the changes in Zack and Will. Zack had become more self assured, laid back, confident of himself and his new slave. Zack gave the aura of a strong, proud, successful man, a master who was deeply in love with his slave.

Will blossomed under Zack’s training, was more sure of himself, and wallowed in his master’s love and strict discipline. He was always by his master’s side should he want anything. The family loved to be around them because they complemented each others roles in life to such a great and easy degree they were profoundly comfortable in their presence. They were like two souls who bonded as one. They were at peace with themselves, their fellow man, and the world. Will couldn’t do enough for his master and Zack returned Will’s doting with great affection. He never spoiled Will, but he didn’t have to. His strict discipline and demanding attitude spoiled Will in a way only a true slave may understand. Will found his heaven on Earth in Master Zack. His unquenchable need to serve was soaked up like a sponge by his master, and given back to Will with a great unspoken affection and his master’s pride in owning the best of slaves.

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Button began to blossom under Sarge and Titus. They both assumed roles as his masters. Sarge wanted it that way. He knew there might be a possibility he would die before Titus, and he wanted his devoted slave to have a companion. Titus’ range and scope of the world, himself and his place in it grew under Sarge. Because of Sarge demanding personality, Titus played a more active role in their sex. Titus actually jumped the fence to becoming a top notch master. By the time Sarge passed away, Button himself grew by leaps and bounds in his role as a slave. Titus simply became his full time master. Button never questioned it. He loved Titus and served him well. Sarge was a remarkable man. He took a totally different approach to his training of Button than Zack did.

While Zack tried to be empathetic and understanding of Button’s trauma from the past, Sarge was having none of it. His attitude: what’s past is past. Get over it! Your life begins new with your two new masters who will not baby you. You will shape up. Sarge was gentle and understanding but rigid and firm. He insisted Button learn to fuck him with large toys from his collection. Button was shy at first but after weeks of Sarge’s constant haranguing learned to slam those suckers in Sarge’s butt to where Sarge would almost cry ‘Uncle’ a few times. It began to give Button a new self image to be able to bring his rough, uncompromising, foul mouthed, big man of a master comfort and relief by performing well for him. He learned he could be more active than he previously thought in his sex. Button slowly began to change.

He gained muscle mass, learned to ride a bike, and began to walk with a swagger he copied from Sarge and Titus. He took on a new persona of a bad ass little slave-boy eunuch. He began to look like he should belong to Sarge and Titus. Sarge’s constant bragging about Button and his progress helped. It encouraged the kid to be what they needed and wanted him to be. Button began to dwell more and more on having a smooth crotch like Billy and Oscar’s whom he admired tremendously. Sarge and Titus checked with Doctor Dan who did a lot of research and agreed to do the surgery with Dr. Tagame’s assistance at Doctor Dan’s clinic in Desert Hot Springs. They didn’t remove Button’s testicles. They were placed up in side of him and surgical saran was installed to hold them in place. They removed the excess sack, carefully stitched him up and used part of the sack they removed to graft onto his front to make it totally smooth. It was a marvel of modern surgery. Button, Sarge, and Titus couldn’t have been happier.

Button actually reached a climax for the first time in his life. The doctors who removed his penis told him and Zack he never would be able to ejaculate. He was riding Titus one evening when suddenly a strange feeling came over him. He looked startled and almost passed out. Titus grabbed him, having no idea what was wrong, until he found slave-come around the base of his big cock. Titus laughed as he gently explain to Button he just ejaculated. He came. He shot. How did it feel? Once Button got his breath he wanted more of that feeling and insisted on riding Titus or Sarge or both at least once a day to get off. Sarge had to start regulating Button’s ejaculations as a ‘reward’ for good behavior.

For some reason Button gave up his fear of S&M, ‘rites of passage' sexual scenes under Sarge and Titus. Sarge would make Button watch him work Titus over with a whip and see the passion the two of them shared after Sarge cut Titus free. He began to want what he watched Titus experience. He began to ask Sarge for a ‘little.’ A little became more until Button could take as much or more than Titus. He would beg Sarge for more with tears in his eyes then go to Titus with the whip in his mouth to beg him for more. They were good masters and observed limits even if he didn’t want to. Button became their pride and joy. He performed the ritual greeting with both Sarge and Titus and saw to their needs. He bathed and clothed both of them. He took care of the house and most of the menial chores. Under Titus, he even learned to do some cooking.

Master Zack couldn’t have been more pleased with Button’s progress and was relieved of guilt for having sold him. Button took on a whole new attitude toward Zack of hero worship and devotion for having saved him from a tragic life. He was ever grateful to Master Zack and came to love and appreciate Will’s gifts like the rest of us. Button got really sick and was running a high fever. The doctors couldn’t find the cause. They had no idea what was wrong. In desperation Sarge called Will and Josh who came immediately and healed Button. Button owed Will and Josh his life. He loved them both unquestioningly.

Button became more than a slave to Sarge and Titus. He became a strengthening bond between the two good looking men. He became their child. He slept almost ever night between them. Occasionally, he would be sent to his own bed so his masters could have a night unto themselves. He was wise enough to give them their space and never insisted on intruding. He was included in everything they did. He went everywhere with them. They were a family within our family. The three of them were loved by all, and they were included in everything. Under Sarge and Titus, Button grew up. He gained height and worked out with Titus to develop an amazing body.

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Will worked out with the Dungeon Master through his training period and looked damn hot at his ceremony in front of his family. There were more attend his ceremony than mine. Even Doctor Dan and his slave were present. I spoke on Will’s behalf. Master Jeb almost couldn’t get through his speech recommending Will to the family. Chief broke up as well. The Dungeon Master choked back considerable tears as he described little Lyle’s miraculous healing and a couple other children Will and Josh brought back from the brink of death. Again there was not a dry eye in the house.

Allen spoke for him and spoke with dignity and conviction to recommend his brother slave. Master Josh gave the most moving speech of the evening in which he claimed Will was responsible for awakening his gift and teaching him how to use it. He felt Will contributed to healing his own soul to become able to fully accept his true place in the universe. Everyone was in tears at the strength of this big man to speak so openly about himself and the young slave he was recommending to the family.

Master Bull gave a heart wrenching testimonial of love for Will, his talents and the feelings he and his slave Charlie felt for him. And last, even though he was not yet a member of the family, Doctor Dan gave an eloquent speech about his observations of other healings Will and Josh participated in he confirmed. Will was more highly recommend for admission to the family than any slave in recalled memory. After his slave ceremony and admission into the family Will was immediately transferred as property to Master Zack, his beloved new master. Wes couldn’t have made a better match.

During his final ceremony, when I removed Will’s robe in front of his family there were audible gasps which ran through the crowd. Bull went ape shit, started applauding, calling Will’s name and he and Charlie began yelling, "Way to go, Will, looking good, Son!” The rest of the audience followed suit with much applauding, whistling and stamping of boots. Will stood proud in front of the family who took him to their hearts. If only that pretentious queen, Brad, could see him now. But alas, poor Brad was doing five to ten for attempted murder in Solidad. We referred to him as “Solidad Sue.” We did find his address and sent him nearly naked pictures of his ex-slave. Will was wearing only a leather jockstrap. He got out of prison after a year on probation for good behavior. He was raped so many times in prison he became a hard-core bottom. He was now having to deal with the uncaring, self centered, bastards who claimed to be a master because they wore a little leather and rode a bike to the gay bars. That was Brad’s fate. He deserved it. He didn’t have a clue.

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Part V ~ A Line In The Sand

The last week went by for me so quickly, it seemed like I turned around twice and Friday morning was there. In the last two weeks I went to dinner with six masters who felt like they might be interested in bidding on me. Two were fine, good looking men. The other four were nice men but ones I hoped wouldn’t win the bid. Not to be unkind I hoped they wouldn’t bid on me at all. I would rather be the captain’s slave than theirs. Although, as a slave I should not express preferences, but as a human being it’s difficult not to. The captain called me twice that last week. Once to inquire about how I was doing, and if I might have changed my mind about wanting to become his slave? I told him I loved him, I would always love him, but my heart was here with my family and my two masters.

The second time he called he was somewhat upset because he was visited by a small bluish ball of light which spun around his head three times and bussed him on the cheek. Later that night he had a vivid dream that this young, short, good looking buffed out young man with a cunt came to him and told him he must buy me. He even had sex with him. The Captain said he woke up and his bed had come all over it. What? Wes? What was he doing? Had he betrayed his master and me? What was going on? I didn’t tell the captain it was a perfect description of Wes. I didn’t want him to correlate the two. I didn’t know whether to say anything to my masters or not.

Master Earl put so much faith in Wes, to have this information might destroy him, especially if the captain won the bid. I couldn’t do that to him. If Wes was being deceitful then I would be the only one to know. I decided there were two men I could talk with, Chief and Master Jeb. They would die with my dilemma if sworn to secrecy. I got them together as unnoticed by the Dungeon Master as possible and told them about the phone call from the captain. They were both dumbfounded. Chief, my hero, my savior, came to the rescue with a weird but believable idea. He proposed perhaps Wes wanted me to be the captain’s slave for a brief period of time for some greater purpose, and I would eventually fall back to the family. That needed to be included in the captain’s contract before the family would release me to him if he won the bid. They would not allow me to go to another family if something should happen to him.

That explanation sounded reasonable to Master Jeb and me, but I already waited so long to belong to Master Earl it was upsetting to me. Chief said in that light maybe it should be shared with my two masters. I couldn’t tell them. I asked Chief if he would tell Master Earl and Master Jeb tell the Dungeon Master. I was so distraught I couldn’t and wouldn’t discuss it with either of them, unless directly ordered to. It seemed my worst fears were coming true. That sort of shit always happened to me all my life. I was so Goddamn sick of not getting my piece of the pie. I worked hard, trying to be good, doing for others, to live a selfless life only to be denied time and again.

Calm down Beau, you’re all right. You’re bigger than that. I couldn’t even go there in my mind. I was tired of being big. This was the time I had to dig down in my gut to remember those early days of thinking about becoming a slave. Accepting the fact this could possibly happen, and yet, I wanted to go through with it. You’re now a slave, Beau, deal with it. Fuck it. I didn’t want to deal with it. You have no choice in the matter so all your fussing isn’t going to make one damn bit of difference to these men whether they love you or not. You wanted this, so relax, accept your role as a slave, learn to think like a slave and not expect so much. Nothings changed in your life.

They told my two masters and all was quiet from both of them. The Dungeon Master knew I was suffering but never said a word. Will was not told. I stayed with my master Thursday night and he never mentioned it, although I knew Chief sat down with him the night before to discuss it. My master held me in his arms and the only mention was to tell me he still had faith in Wes. He would not let us down. I restrained myself, but every fiber in my body wanted to yell at him, “Are you crazy, Master? He betrayed us,” but I didn’t. I had another vivid dream that night. Wes appeared and I was furious at him for betraying his master and me; more so for having betrayed our master.

He showed me a ceremony in which he gave me to Master Earl to be his slave for life. I wasn’t buying it. There was the captain who was also in the dream, and he kept pulling me away from Master Earl. Then Master Jim came into the dream and ripped off the Captain's mask, they embraced, and I saw his face. I was right, I saw his face before. I knew him. I did love him before, but where; when? Was I really sure? Was my mind playing tricks on me in my anguish? I felt so betrayed. I was too angry to see the rest of the dream. I wouldn’t allow myself to look. Wes knew I was angry and hurting. He tried to project comforting feelings toward me, but I was having none of it. I didn’t want him invading my thoughts, body, or mind anymore. I began to wonder which side he was working for? I yelled at him in my mind to leave me alone. He was a traitor. Not only to me, but his good master.

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All bids had to be in by Friday evening by six; no exceptions. The results wouldn’t be announced until nine o’clock that evening. The earliest bid arrived at nine in the morning and went into a locked box that wouldn’t be opened until after six. The last bid to arrive was the captain’s delivered by the captain’s chauffeur. The captain drove up with him and his slave X but would not appear until the results were announce in the auditorium at nine. Surprisingly, there were eight bids. Master Earl had no qualms about asking how much he should bid and the highest price ever paid for a slave under Master Jeb training.

Master Jeb told him the highest price he ever got for a slave was twenty-five hundred. He suggested Master Earl bid three thousand to be safe. The Dungeon Master and Master Earl got their heads together and I thought I saw a check, bank draft or cash changing hands between them but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t want to know. Master Jeb was to handle the opening of the bids and Chief was to assist him. They needed one other and asked Doctor Dan if he would witness the bids so it was fair to all.

After six, the three men went into master Jeb’s office and closed the door. Each envelope had the name of the bidding master on the outside. Master Jeb suggested he open the other six first, Master Earl’s and the captain’s last. He opened each one carefully and read the contents of the bid and noted whether it had a check, bank draft, or cash. Chief carefully recorded each results with the amount by the side. The first six were in the hundreds. Except one was for fifteen hundred.

The next bid Master Jeb opened was Master Earl’s and it was for five thousand. He seemed surprised as well as pleased that it was such a strong bid and included a bank draft. Spirits were high, perhaps Master Earl won the bid. Master Jeb opened the captain’s last. In it was a letter of bid and an envelope containing cash. The bid was for one thousand dollars over your highest bid. In the envelope were ten, one thousand dollar bills. The Captain won the bid at six thousand dollars. The three men were stunned. They couldn’t speak to each other. They didn’t know what to do. They sat looking at one another. Doctor Dan finally broke the stunned silence.

“There’s nothing you can do, Gentlemen. You opened the bidding and allowed this man to participate. There were no limits set. He had the right to make as high a bid as he pleased. He was clever. His bid is for one thousand over the highest bid. He won the bid. Beau belongs to him.”

They agreed no one would be told the outcome until nine o’clock.

A family, two fine masters, and a slave’s dream shattered. Beau James was now to become the property of an outsider. It became the reality of slavery, consensual or not. They ran from one to the other only to hear the empty echoes of their own words. It was not meant to be this way. How could this have happened? Our slave has been sold to another? We never thought this might happen. The fully unconsidered disaster was a hard reality to accept. An unknown slave, who in three month's time, captured the hearts and imaginations of a large biker family with his love and selflessness and became a revered and honored player was to be taken from them. Their best laid plans for a bright and loving future together were suddenly for naught. How can you undo love which was so carefully nurtured and invested in by so many? Chief consoled Master Jeb as he wept bitter tears and blamed himself for opening the bidding outside his immediate family.

End Chapter 29 ~ The Ties That Bind
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