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THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 30 ~ The Greatest Gift

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain,
among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball,
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all."
From: The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock ~ T. S. Eliot

Part I ~ Through The Looking Glass

By four thirty in the afternoon family began to arrive at the mountain in droves. Not just one or two here and there. A steady stream of Harleys, campers, and pickemup trucks began parking in the lot next door. I was stunned. No one was invited, they just came. The results of the bidding was to be announced among the masters who made bids; however, these wonderful people, the loves of my life, my family, came from far and near to add their support and celebration for me and my two masters. Every boot I knelt to kiss I left behind my tears of love and gratitude. Every slave I hugged held me in their arms and cried with me. It was one of the greatest gestures of love I ever experienced. Master Sam and Yoshie with Breed and Master Josh arm in arm.

I didn’t think my heart was going to hold up, it was so fat with love. My two masters were equally moved. They had tears in their eyes as they hugged and kissed their clansmen. They really lost it when the father of the Clan McInnis came to give his support. Big Beryl hugged and kissed each of them like they were his favored sons. Everyone was concerned but said not a discouraging word. The final head count came to over three hundred people.

The last to arrive was the captain. He was alone. His Dungeon Master, and Frank the driver of the limo dropped him off and returned to the motel the captain rented for the night. They would remain there and await his call. The captain wore the finest expensive, handmade, heavy leathers. His cod piece pants were of the heaviest leather. He wore a beautifully tailor-made leather shirt with a leather four-in-hand tie. He wore a black, wide band ‘Sam Brown’ leather belt that crossed his massively developed chest to accentuate his pectoral muscles. He, of course, was wearing his black leather hood over his head. I went to him and knelt before him to welcome him. I kissed each of his beautiful high top boots and found his hand waiting. I kissed it lovingly and placed it to my forehead.

“Rise, good Slave, and show this master your love,” he completed the ritual greeting. I arose to his waiting arms, we hugged and kissed. “I'm sorry, I couldn’t let you get away, Son. I apologize in advance,” he whispered.

The captain was introduced and everyone was cordial but reserved. Master Sam, Yoshie, Billy, Oscar, and Master Bert came to him to exchange rituals and hugs. He was an impressive man and even though many thought of him as ‘the enemy’ they couldn’t help admire him. He carried himself with ease, a masculine grace, dignity, and unquestioned authority.

Everyone entered the auditorium except me and Chief. Master Jeb couldn’t make the announcement and sat in a chair near the rear of the auditorium. He feigned not feeling well enough even though he was almost back to his healthy self. Poor Chief had to make the announcement and presentation. Suddenly, all Hell broke loose in front of the house as five catering trucks pulled up and started setting up tables of food, booze, and tubs of beer. Where did they come from?

The Captain stood and spoke. “No matter the outcome of the bidding, I took the liberty of catering this occasion. Afterwards, please help yourself. If another master wins then I’ll drink to their health, but if I should win, I hope they’ll join me in a drink,” the Captain announced.

The Captain’s generosity impressed the shit out of most of the family including my two masters. There was a cargo of food, goodies of all sorts and varieties the caterers were spreading out. Hot foods, cold foods, enough for two armies. It must have cost the captain a bundle. It was a smart move on his part though. How could the family hate him if he was offering to entertain them so lavishly?

Finally the moment came and my heart was filled with dread. Chief led me to the stage and took the microphone. I was to be presented to my new owner as a slave unadorned with clothing. I was completely naked except for my collar, my leash, and my butt plug. Chief looked me in the eyes and I could see tears in his as he took my leash, turned, and slowly led me to the stage. We walked onto the stage to applause, and I stood slightly behind Chief.

“May I have your attention, please?” Chief asked of the assembled crowd. “It’s nine o’clock and time to announce the winner of the bidding for our beloved brother and slave, Beau James. The bidding didn’t go quite the way we hoped; however, without further ado it is with mixed emotions I announce Beau’s new owner to be Master Bear or the Captain as he is also known.”

There was a few “oohhs” and then silence. The reality of what happened began to sink in. I was not to be Master Earl and my beloved Dungeon Master’s slave. I was stunned and couldn’t move. I couldn’t even look out upon the assembled crowd. My heart was somewhere just south of my stomach. This wasn’t the way it was suppose to be. How could this have happened? The silence was broken by the Dungeon Master as he started clapping and his brother, Master Earl, picked it up right after him. Master Sam and Yoshie began clapping followed by Master Bert and the two eunuchs until everyone was applauding politely. There was a tear of sorrow for my two masters in every eye.

The captain came to the stage to claim his new slave, and I knelt before him. I went through the ritual with tears of sorrow in my eyes, but I kissed him. He took me into his arms and kissed me like a husband would kiss his beloved new bride. I tried to return his kiss, to show him my love but my heart was breaking. I couldn’t finish the kiss, and I began to cry in his arms. I was ashamed and embarrassed. I told myself I wasn’t going to react this way if the bidding didn't go as planned.

“Please, forgive me, Master. I’ll be a good slave to you, I promise. I’m ashamed I may be embarrassing you by my lack of self-control at the moment. I’ll love you with all my heart, I promise, but please, give me a little time, sir. That’s all I ask, and you shall have all of me.”

“I know I will, Beau. I don’t expect you to come to me without some remorse. It’s only natural. It will pass, and you will come to love me in time. When you came to visit you seemed to be so sure you knew me; although, we’ve never met nor loved each other as you thought. I have the envelope in my pocket you wrote a name on you said I could open tonight. How sure are you the name is correct?” he asked.

“Very sure, Master. Ain't no doubt in my mind. I know who your really are. I’d stake my life on it. Wes showed you to me numerous times in a secret place we’d go; a place of altered consciousness. I can still go there, and he’ll come to me. The first night I was with Master Earl, Wes brought me to your bed. You held me in your arms, comforted me, and made love to me. Do you recall a vivid dream about three months ago in which you held a lost, scared young man Wes brought to you for comfort?” I asked.

Tears came to his beautiful eyes and he gently put his hands to my face. “My God, Beau, that was you? Oh, my God, I do remember now; it was you!” he exclaimed quietly. I held him as he cried in my arms. “I have loved you before, and held you in my arms. You were right about all of it. I forgot about it, and chalked it up to a vivid wet dream. I should have remembered and made the connection. You’ve known all along,” he cried.

“Maybe you weren’t meant to remember ‘til now. I didn’t forget the feeling of your person, your soul. You held me and comforted me when I needed someone and was afraid. You made love to me. You soiled your bed, but it was me you were making love to. That’s part of my conundrum and confusion. Why would you do something like this?” I asked.

“It’s not the way I would have chosen to do this; however, I thought you had more faith in your brother Wes,” he replied.

“Master Earl still has faith in Wes, even at this moment, but I felt betrayed when I heard Wes came to you and insisted you make a bid for me. I’m sorry, sir. Wes came to me afterward and tried to explain, but I was so hurt and confused, I told him to go away, I was having none of his explanations, and never to bother me again. I think now I may have over reacted, and for that I’m sorry,” I cried in his arms.

“Don’t you think he knows. Your reaction is understandable in light of these perceived deceits. And you were right. They were deceits. Anyone would’ve felt the same under similar circumstances. I just assumed you couldn’t possibly know who I am? We went to great lengths to protect my identity. Only a handful in the audience know who I am. My own brother doesn’t even recognize me. Don’t you know I could never take you from this place or these folks as my slave? You’re my kin as much as they are. I was acting as a broker for someone else. It wasn’t my money what bought you,” he said quietly.

“I know, it was Wes,’” I said, “He bought me for my masters. You were his instrument so he could surprise us all. Damn near stopped my heart, and I know two men who are grieving their guts out right now. What happens now, Master?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, Beau, I’m about to take care of it. Let ‘em stew just a little longer. I don’t like doing this to Earl, but I’m having a ball putting one over on my little brother,” he said. I could see a wicked smile beneath his mask. Only a few in the audience could figure out why we suddenly had to hold each other from laughter. My master’s couldn’t understand how my demeanor changed a hundred and eighty degrees in minutes.

"I know why Wes loved you so damn much and wanted to do this for you and Earl D. I also know why my brother, Jim, loves you. You’re the little brother he always wanted and never had. I think he’s finally growing up to understand it's all in life he ever needed was to find someone to relate to the little boy inside the giant man. He’s a smart man. Glad to see my money on his education wasn’t totally wasted. I certainly understand why my other brother, Earl, loves you and can share you with his clan brother,” the Captain said.

He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. I didn’t hold back from him this time. The weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. This time there were tears of joy from my new master and his slave. We held each other and cried together. Maybe I was going to get my slice of the pie after all and this big, lovable man and my little buddy just bought it for me. The audience and my masters were thoroughly confused; however, they could feel a great tension lifted from us and responded to our kiss with an “aawwh” and then applause.

“I know they’re sitting on pins and needles wondering what the Hell we’re talking about so before we have a riot on our hands, it’s time to make a present of you to your two masters. Follow my lead; understand, Slave?” he asked.

“I understand, sir, and, Master Walker?” I asked.

“Yes, Slave?” he asked.

“I loved you then, I fell more in love with you in the desert, and I love you even more now. Thank you, sir,” I replied.

“I believe you, Son. My household staff, and Stable Master fell in love with you last weekend. We didn’t lie to you about the Stable Master. His name really is Noel spelled backwards and my Dungeon Master is named X because he’s my beloved slave, Xander. You captured all our hearts and under other circumstances I would’ve made you mine. I fell in love with you, too. Okay, Son, let’s have some fun with this since we’re in control here. Go along with me. I know you can, and we’ll make your wish for a miracle come true. Are you my good slave? You with me, Cowboy?” he asked and winked at me.

I smiled a wicked smile. “Your faithful, humble, and loving slave’s got your back, sir. Go for it!” I replied.

My new master, Captain Fantastic, Walker Johnson, ordered me to parade rest and dropped my leash in front of me.

“Kneel before your family, Slave,” he spoke into the microphone. “Will Master Earl and your Dungeon Master please come to the stage?” he asked.

The Dungeon Master and my master looked at each other with surprise. Big Jim looked at his brother, Earl, with his mouth open and shrugged. They walked to the stage and up the steps with Master Earl leading the way. They came and stood directly behind me.

“Gentlemen, Ladies, Masters, Slaves, and Guest. It is with great honor I accept this young man as my slave. I realize it’s a big disappointment to the two fine masters standing here with me and my slave. I know how great a disappointment it is to my handsome slave because he told me of his love for his two masters and sung their praises. He could’ve been distant, taciturn, surly, disagreeable, or rude to try to influence me not to bid on him, but that’s not the way this slave was trained. He was trained by the very best to be the very best slave he can be. He is a credit to the masters who trained him. He is a credit to himself. He gave his love unconditionally even though he knew he may be placing himself in jeopardy of not becoming the slave to the two men he loved most in the world.

"I told him if he could convince me he was truly in love with these two men I wouldn’t bid on him. I’ll admit he left no doubt in my mind of his love and devotion for his masters. My weakness is a handsome, well trained, selfless slave, and I couldn’t let him get away; however, I pride myself on being a gambling man. When this handsome, young slave came to visit he told me he thought he recognized me, and insisted he knew me. He respectfully suggested I was not who I claimed to be. He was sure of it, yet I never met him before.

"I told him I would remember such a fine looking slave. He wasn’t rude, but he was firm in his conviction. I asked him to write the name of the man he thought I might be on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope. He did, and we agreed if he was right I would grant him one wish. He might have anything it was in my power to give him. However, if he was wrong, and didn’t guess my real name of Rumpelstiltskin," the audience laughed, “he must come with me and be my loving and faithful slave,” the Captain said. Walker pulled the envelope out of his leather jacket pocket.

“Here is the envelope. Shall we see if our comely slave was correct?” he asked.

The crowd went crazy whistling, yelling, applauding, and stomping their boots. They began to see some glimmer of hope. Most knew of my limited psychic abilities and were in agreement for him to open the envelope. Master Walker tore open the envelope, blew into to open it, retrieved the piece of paper and read the name I wrote to himself. The crowd was silent as he leaned close to the microphone. “Son of a bitch! Your slave is correct. How in God’s name could he have known?” he asked. The audience went nuts laughing and applauding. There was now more than a glimmer of hope. They knew all I had to do was have the captain grant my wish to sell me to my masters.

“This is not a set up folks, this is for real. My Dungeon Master can attest to the honesty of our wager; unfortunately, he and my driver are at our motel awaiting a call from me to join us,” Walker said.

The audience was still going nuts applauding and stamping their feet for me. They knew as well as they knew me what my wish would be. Walker raised his hand for silence. “Before he tells me his wish, if there was any doubt, he must help me remove my leather hood. Come, Slave, help your master. The time for truth is here. Undo my hood in the back, Son,” he ordered.

I got up and walked around behind Master Walker, unzipped his leather mask all the way up the back and over the top. He turned around, faced me, my two masters and the audience. He slowly lifted the mask to reveal one of the most handsome, mature men I ever saw. There were audible gasps, many whispers, and chatter from the audience, to say nothing of my two stunned masters on the stage. Most of the family recognized him immediately. Everyone began applauding and fell out laughing because they knew and loved Walker Johnson. They were also keenly aware of his sense of theatrics and humor.

“Most of you may recognize me without my mask. I know my brother, Master Jeb, and Master Earl recognize me. Many of you have been guests in my home in Glen Rose, Texas. Recently I gave up major ranching for other financial pursuits and moved my base of operations to Twenty-nine Palms. Besides, them damn Rebiblicans are ruining the great state of Texas. Why, I can remember the days when a damn Republican had to be out of the state by sundown or run the risk of getting himself shot,” he said with a growl. A loud roar of laughter from the crowd. "Almost five years ago my son was killed in a plane crash on his way home to visit his grandparents and me from his master in Los Angeles. His death generated a letter from my boy sent to me by Master Jeb. Master Jeb never read the sealed letter. I would like my slave, Beau, to read it at this time. You’ll understand why I can’t read it in a few minutes. Walker smiled and handed me Wes’ letter.

“My beloved, Dad,” I began to read, “If you’re reading this then I’ve graduated from this life. I needed to write this letter to you for several reasons. Most importantly to thank you for being my dad and the unqualified, unconditional love you gave me all these years. Secondly, to tell you of the men who have been saviors in my life, and thirdly, to tell you of my wishes for the final disposition of the funds I’ve been sending you all these years.

Dad, there have been several saviors in my life. Men, who were more than mere men, they were God’s angels sent to me to help, love, and protect me. In his infinite mercy, God saw fit to send me an angel in the form of a real father, a loving dad who I could love in return and count on to always be there. You were always there for me, Dad. I could always count on you to be kind, strong, compassionate, loving but most of all understanding. That angel was you, Dad. You were the first when you rescued me from the demon who spawned me. You saw the fear and hurt in my eyes and took me to your heart. I was never so happy in my life. I tried to make a good son, but I know I’ve had my bad times I’m not proud of.

My second savior was a man who rescued me from the very gates of Hell. I fell very much in love with him while in Vietnam. He rescued me from a bamboo cage the VC held me in for days. I was weak, sick, starved, afraid, and near death. If I hadn’t died in that cage they surely would have killed me. That angel saved my life. I still love him today as I write this. His name is Andrew Beauregard James, Junior. He has the soul of a slave but the heart and spirit of a giant. He serves everyone and asks little for himself. He deserves so much more. He never knew I understood even though he gave to me by being a strong, dominant, and a fiercely protective sexual partner. It wasn’t in his heart to do so naturally; however, he realized I needed him to be that for me and he unselfishly made sure I got what I needed. Since Nam, to my great regret, we lost touch.

My third and fourth saviors, Master Jeb and your brother, my beloved uncle Jim, two more big men-angels rescued me from a brothel in Tijuana where my master left me after selling me for twenty-five bucks. I was there for eight months. I would have surely died there, if not for their intervention. They saved my life, took me in as their own, nursed my body and spirit back to health and gave me hope. I’ve generated letters to them, and it’s my hope they will locate Beau and bring him to understand his true nature. It’s also my hope he will enter slave training under Master Jeb and Uncle Jim. If this occurs you will hear from Billy, Oscar, Master Sam, or my other dad, Big Gunn.

My fifth savior, as you know, was my beloved Master, Master Earl. God has no greater angels in heaven than my master. He took me when I was a raw slave out of training, shaped my ass up and forced me to live again. Not only to live again, but to live with dignity, trust, hope, joy, and love. There is no means to measure nor words to tell you how much I love my master. I know you understand, Dad.

It may take some time, but if there is any possible way, I will ask God to let me get Beau and my master together. They don’t know it yet, but they were meant for each other. If you receive word this has come to pass, I have left instructions for you to act as my representative. I want to buy Beau for my master and you must act as my physical person. I want it to be a surprise so it may involve a certain amount of subterfuge and deception. I have attached a list of small things I want money to be spent for but whatever is left in the account is to be divided equally between five people; you, Master Jeb, Master Jim, Master Earl and my slave brother, Beau.

Dad, I loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you as a frightened, helpless, lonely, and defeated child. You were an angel standing before me. You never stopped being my angel. You took me into your arms and heart and easily enfolded me within your wings of protection. I never knew a day of fear with you. I learned to love and trust again with you. You never took advantage of me and only encouraged me. I love you, Dad, and I know it is with the love you have for me you will help me bring these things to pass. I will help from beyond as much as God and his angels will let me. I have to make it to heaven, Dad. I’ve had more than my share of angels in my life and it’s the only way I have to repay them, to show them my love and gratitude.

Most men don’t get to choose their fathers and most fathers don’t get to pick their sons. I sure got one Hell of a deal when God sent me you. After all, how many sons have a real angel for a dad?

Your loving son, Wesley

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house and a stunned silence when I finished reading Wes’ letter. Then once again someone started clapping and everyone picked it up to an ovation for Walker. He raised his arms for quite. He turned to me and spoke, “Thanks, Son, for reading the letter. You did fine, and I appreciate it,” he said. He turned back to the audience, “Thank you all for listening and indulging an old man who has tried to carry out his beloved son’s last request,” he said. Again the audience went nuts applauding, whistling, and stamping their feet.

Walker moved to Earl D. and offered his hand. My master smiled a wry smile at Walker and pulled him to him to give him a big hug knowing something unusual was afoot. I could see Master Jeb smiling, beginning to understand a miracle and perhaps his prayers were about to be answered. The parts of the puzzle were beginning to come together to make sense. You could almost see the picture. It was like the beginning of an avalanche and the inevitable was coming faster and faster. Walker held his arms out to his brother who couldn’t resist hugging and kissing his brother whom he hadn’t seen in sometime. It was a poignant moment and a hush fell over the assembled. Master Walker moved back to the microphone.

“Now, I know the law of our family says a slave cannot be given or transferred to another master within the first ninety days of possession; however, he may be sold. So I ask you, Master Earl, do you have a dollar on you, Son?” he asked. Walker smiled and winked at my master. Earl D. handed him a dollar bill.

“Rise slave,” he commanded me. I rose. “Kneel before your new masters and show them your love, homage and respect,” Walker ordered.

Walker handed my leash to Master Earl who gratefully took it, shook Walker’s hand, pulled Walker into an embrace and kissed him with all the love in his heart. The applause of the audience, yelling, whistling and stomping their boots was deafening. They were going banana’s as they rushed to the foot of the stage. I went though the ritual with Master Earl. He handed my leash to my other master. I knelt in front of him, repeated the ritual and found myself in his big arms hugging and kissing him. I was never more happy and proud in my life.

I now belonged to two of the best men in the world. I was home. I reached my final destination. I was now owned by two men whom I loved most. Poor Wes. I did him a great injustice. I lost trust in him. How could I ever ask his forgiveness? He came through for us after all, and I allowed my fear to see only what I wanted to see. He tried to show me in my dream it was Walker. He tried to explain his actions, but I was too distraught to make the connection. I would have none of it. The person who held firm until the end and never wavered in his trust for his slave was my master; our master. Can I become good enough for him to one day trust me that much? I can only hope. Walker took the microphone again and called for quiet for another announcement.

“Everyone, this party has been paid for by funds from my son’s estate and there is to be a celebration at my new home in Twenty-nine Palms beginning next Friday afternoon and lasting until Sunday evening. You’re all invited. There’s room for everyone. My slave will give everyone an invitation with a map to our place. Everyone is welcome. Next weekend is for Master Earl, my brother, Jim, your Dungeon Master, and their handsome new slave, Beau. Come help us celebrate,” he said. Everyone cheered.

People began to shake his hand with enthusiasm. In thirty minutes Walker went from “the enemy” to “the ultimate hero.”

The party began. People were eating and drinking. Either Master Earl or the Dungeon Master held my leash at all times during the evening. Neither wanted to let go. They almost lost me, and they were psyched to make sure they didn’t loose me again that evening. I knew their apprehensions would soon subside, but I was enjoying their attention and affections.

Noel or Leon came to talk with me and the Dungeon Master. Big Jim and Master Earl shook his hand, hugged, and kissed Leon. They knew him well.

“You must believe me, Beau, I’ve worked for Walker for years and didn’t want to participate in this deception. However, I knew and loved Wes and Cowboy very much. I still do. When I saw you that first evening my heart melted and ran down into my boots, and I had to go along with them. That’s why I was so quiet. I was afraid I was going to say something to spill the beans. I've loved Walker for years, but I love him even more for seeing this thing through for his son. I suppose in some ways it’s the greatest gift one human can give another, the gift of love. He certainly loves you. He loved his son. He has given you to those you love and who love you. I hope you don’t hold a grudge in your heart against him or the rest of us for deceiving you,” the big cowboy said.

“Leon, as full as my heart is at this moment, I couldn’t harbor a grudge against anyone, especially my master’s brother and three men I fell in love with last weekend. Master Earl is off signing papers with Walker for a quit claim deed and bill of sale of one dollar for me. Truth is, Wes paid six thousand dollars for me to be a gift to my masters. He made it up to Master Jeb for losing money when he saw to it Wes became Master Earl’s slave. There were several higher bids for Wes than Master Earl’s. It was the only time Master Jeb did anything like that, but Wes was a special circumstance and desperately needed the right master. That was Master Earl. Master Jeb knew what he was doing and now he’s been repaid ten fold by Wes. By the way Dungeon Master, I get twenty five percent of that. Damn, that’s fifteen hundred bucks. Wes accomplished what he set out to achieve. Tell me, Leon, did the captain give you your deed of trust to the five acres?” I asked.

“He did, indeed, Beau. The next night he brought it to me at the stable. We rode out to the cabin, I fixed us another couple of steaks, he spent the night, we made love, and we rode back the next morning. I owe the man a great deal, and I love him very much. He already is a member of your family, and I want to join. The bash next weekend at his place will also be paid for by Wes as one of his requests. We hope you’ll all come. It’s for you and your masters, Beau,” he said.

“It will be up to my masters, Leon, but it sounds good to me. I may or may not have a vote. I won’t push,” I said. I looked at the Dungeon Master who was sitting looking at me with wonder in his eyes all evening. He just smiled.

“We’ll be there, Leon. Walker's my brother after all. I ain’t seen or heard from him in five years. The family told me he was on the road and didn’t know when to expect him back. He put me through college. I owe him my forgiveness. Actually, what is there to forgive, he accomplished what he set out to do and brought it off without a hitch. I love my brother, although he can sometimes be a mysterious and obtuse old coot,” Jim said.

“Who will you finally belong to, Beau, Master Earl or both masters?” Leon asked.

“Maybe my Dungeon Master can answer that question for us? To be honest, I’m not sure,” I replied.

“Beau will belong to Master Earl. Beau will be his slave. There will be no sharing of ownership for Beau’s sake. He will only have one owner, but he’ll have two masters. Master Earl and I have worked out an arrangement for me to spend quality time with him for which I’m grateful. Earl D. didn’t have to do that. It was his idea. Earl’s generosity of spirit brought this about. We’ve bonded as brothers, and I love Earl as much as my real brother. Beau knows to refer to us both as his masters when introducing or speaking of us. I don’t feel I’ve lost the slave I fell in love with, I’ve gained a brother and his slave I love more than life itself. What greater gift can there be?" Big Jim asked.

“That’s pretty remarkable, Dungeon Master. Does Beau know the particulars of your agreement with Master Earl, sir?” Leon asked.

“No, that’s between my brother and me. Beau doesn’t need to know the details. He’s a slave. We will soon began his personal training. He will be treated more like a slave as we rein in on his discipline. He doesn’t get to know everything his master’s have in mind for him,” Big Jim said as the Dungeon Master in his voice of authority.

“Why are you getting an erection, Beau?” Leon smiled and asked.

“Because of what my master said about treating me more like a slave and not needing to know everything they decide for me. It’s what I need, Leon. It’s why I became a slave. I need to be owned and controlled by these two good men. I need to be used by them, serve them, and love them. That’s all I ever wanted from life with the exception of getting back some appreciation for being a good slave. Neither have ever failed to show me respect and appreciation,” I replied.

After a while and numerous visits by other well wishers Master Earl returned with Master Walker. Master Walker grabbed me and hugged me. I kissed him and thanked him. “You are, officially, Master Earl’s property, Slave. He owns you, now,” he said. That was music to my ears. I was wondering about Master Earl’s contract when he spoke to me.

“The Dungeon Master and I were so moved by Bull and Charlie’s bonding ceremony we decided to do the same next weekend at Walker’s place. The Dungeon Master will officiate while you and I bond in ceremony. You will sign my contract at that time. You may say to me what words are in your heart, and I will do the same. Much like Bull and Charlie. We thought you might enjoy that as well.”

I agreed. “Sir?” I asked Master Walker, “There are no eunuchs are there?” I asked.

“No, Son, that was a diversion to confuse you. Those are six empty apartments for use by guest and your family when they come. Could you imagine me with six eunuchs? I can barely keep Xander satisfied,” he said.

“Then Xander is...”

“My slave, Beau, for twenty years. He’s a fine actor, don’t you agree?” Master Walker asked.   Xander stood behind his master and shuffled his feet looking down at his boots.

“May I, Master?” Big Jim knew instinctively what I wanted to do and dropped my leash. I went to Xander and threw my arms around him, hugged, and kissed him. He got a big smile on his face.

“You don’t hate me, Beau?” he asked sheepishly.

“On the contrary, what I said to you in the limo that night, I meant. I won’t take it back. I liked Dungeon Master X. I thought he was hot,” I assured him. We laughed together.

I later found out, the story of Xander was true. The only part that wasn’t true was Xander fell deeply in love with Walker and Walker loved him in return. Xander was not a trained slave, but you’d never know it. Walker was God to Xander and he never questioned any decision Walker made; however, Xander fell in love with me on the way to Twenty-nine Palms. He was worried his master’s plans might drive a wedge between Walker and his brother. Xander was sold to Walker as a straight male slave and was trained to be Walker’s cock sucking, butt-fucking slave. Walker had a few Mafia connections, but he was not in the Mob nor participated in any of their dealings. He sometimes fronted a business deal to made their money legitimate.

He made honest money for them using their questionable funds. That isn’t unusual. Bank of America did the same for the Giannini family for years. Walker was scrupulously honest in all his business dealings and there was never any question of him cheating them. His books and records were always open to them and they paid him handsomely for his services. They were extremely generous with Walker and he made good legitimate money for them in return. He invested Wes’ money in some of these ventures. From a base of one hundred sixty thousand dollars he ran it up to over half a million.

That weekend at his place he had all the records and deposits from Wes from day one if anyone wanted to look at the books. Master Jeb perused them and was satisfied they were correct and legit. Walker said he would keep them for seven years if anyone ever wanted to look at them they could with no questions asked. After deductions for my slave cost, the catering, and the weekend at the captains place he gave us each a cashier’s check for one hundred twenty thousand dollars. We were all speechless. I thought Master Jeb was going to faint. He could pay off Mt. Washington and fix it up like he always wanted. I put mine in my savings account Master Jeb and I opened together. I had a hundred and seventy thousand dollars in my account.

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Part II ~ Leaving The Mountain

That Sunday night Master Earl and I said goodbye to the Dungeon Master, Master Jeb, Chief, and Will. Master Walker and Xander were still there as well. I loaded a small bag on the back of my Master’s Bike. The rest of my stuff I’d get later in the week. I considered leaving some things there. With the Dungeon Master as my second master the mountain would always be home to me. The Dungeon Master would be by early in the morning to get me for gym. I would spend most of the day with them and they’d drop me off in Silverlake before my master was due home. I insisted I be there when he came home from work everyday. I knew having someone waiting for him was important to him. I would even leave the kitchen door open for him as he did for me so many times.

I cried to say goodbye to Master Jeb, Chief, Will, and of course my giant. I was leaving the only real home I ever knew. A real home, as unusual as it was, where I could feel safe and know one of my family was going to be there at all times. There would always be someone to welcome me home from an adventure.

I held and kissed Master Walker and Xander. In a different context I knew they were going to be a major part of my life. The captain’s prophetic words, if I believed in miracles and had faith, perhaps there was a way all these men I loved could live in close proximity enjoying each other, had come true.

My cowboy, Leon, left earlier. He rode his beautiful Harley he told me Cowboy bought for him for Christmas one year. He looked mean and sexy on his bike. He had to get back to take care of the horses. They didn’t understand parties. They had to eat and be taken care of. Walker phoned Twenty-nine Palms and told Gwenn to go to the stables Saturday night and care for the horses because Leon was staying over in L.A. with him and Xander. I ran to the fridge, returned, and slipped a bright red apple in his leather jacket pocket.

“For my buddy in the second stall,” I said with smile.

“See ya’ on down the trail, Beau,” he choked back a tear.

“On down the trail, Cowboy,” I replied. We kissed, and he was gone down the hill.

Walker and Xander were staying over on the mountain and returning to Twenty-nine Palms the next morning. I waved to everyone as my master and I headed down the hill. How could I feel so wretchedly sad and have such a glad heart at the same time? I was so relieved I was finally going home with my master. I worked so hard to become his slave. His home was now my new home. We pulled into the carport, I opened his garage and he drove the Harley inside. We closed the door, locked it, and headed for the kitchen door.

“No, no, you’re coming home as my slave tonight! Front door!” he commanded.

We went around to the front door, he opened it, picked me up and carried me over the threshold. What a die-hard romantic. That’s why I love him. The sudden, unexpected, small acts of love he does to let me know I’m special and important to him, endeared him to me. He held me in his arms and kissed me after he kicked the door shut. He set me down and immediately snapped his fingers. I was at his boots in an instant and this time the tears that spilled on his beautiful heavy boots were mine and not Wes.’ They were the tears of a slave who was so fucking glad to finally walk through the door into his master’s world and know he belonged.

I would no longer have the carrot dangled in front of me to do better, to work harder. The carrot was standing in front of me in the form of my own personal leather god. My Hero. My owner. My beloved master. My new life. Was it all worth it? Bet your boots it was worth it. He patiently allowed me to eat my fill of his boots because he realized I would remember that moment for the rest of my life. His hand was patiently waiting for me. I kissed it with more love and tenderness than ever to let him know how thrilled I was to at last be his slave. I put it to my cheek first, then to my forehead. He let me hold it for several minutes, and I was patient with him drinking in this moment as well.

“Rise, my slave, my companion, my love, my heart’s joy, and show your master how proud you are to finally be his slave,” he commanded.

I damn near raped the poor man right there, just inside our home. There was a trail of leather, Wranglers, boots, helmets, gloves, from the front door all the way to his bedroom. I never had my plug ripped out of my hole so fast in my life as a slave. He took me so hard and good I thought my fucking ass would try to bite his damn cock off. It wanted to. He was hot, primed, and ready to take his new slave like a new slave should be taken. Of course a good ride on a Harley, with your butt fully plugged, will vibrate anyones prostate until you almost shoot when you pull your penis out to piss. I have before after a long ride; shot right while I was pissing.

He wanted this fuck to be one I would remember forever. To my last breath, I will recall that fuck. He seemed like he couldn’t slam enough of his cock into me fast enough. It was like he was trying to crawl inside my ass to make his own room to accommodate his manhood. I met him slam for slam. I worked my ass so hard that night when he shot in me, I began to vibrate all over my body and it ignited him at the same frequency until we were both in sync with our orgasms. We hit three right in a row at the same time, draining us both. He collapsed and I was spent.

I awoke much later with my master breathing quietly, asleep on top of me with his cock still up my ass. I didn’t wake him, I just rolled him to his side and pushed my ass down further on his fine cock to keep it warm during the night. I pulled some cover over us and went back to sleep. The alarm went off early the next morning, and I felt him hard within me. I urged him to use me. He ordered me not to come as he wanted me to save it ‘til evening. He heard Chief brag about Will being ready every evening when he got home to take his ‘after work’ load. That really turned my master on and he insisted I be ready for him when he got home that evening. He wanted me on his bed in the position, ready for his hot cop cock to empty his full days work load into his slave. He didn’t have to beg.

That evening I was primed, cleaned, and ready. He instructed me to leave my plug out, he didn’t want to mess with it. I was on the edge of our big bed in the position when my master walked in, in full uniform from his day’s work. Damn, he was hot!   knew why Allen wanted to play “speeding ticket or blow job” with him in his uniform. He unbuckled his helmet and threw it aside. He still was wearing his intimidating sun glasses as he walked over to me and unzipped his heavy cloth uniform pants. He reached in with his gloved hand and brought out his beautiful cop dick, fully erect from the anticipation of diving into his slave. He positioned the big head at my rosebud, leaned over me and Officer Earl D. Shaw was home; ready to unload a day’s worth of pent up frustrations into his slave’s ass.

No rough stuff this fuck. It was one of the sweetest fucks he ever threw in me. He threw a towel over my cock and told me to come in the towel to protect his uniform. He fucked me until he started his flow then signaled me to get mine. I damn near filled the towel with my come. I was ready, and he was so hot fucking me in his uniform. He insisted we repeat the scene every afternoon that week. He got no argument from me. The next afternoon I wore a rubber with a reservoir tip to catch my come so he didn’t have to worry about getting any on his uniform. He thought that was a good and clever idea.

That first week was a blur of activity. Master Jeb gave half the proceeds of my sale to Big Jim for his help in my training. He gave me cash for my twenty-five percent. I got two cards, one for my Dungeon Master and one for Chief. On Chief’s I wrote:

Dearest brother and Master,

There’s no way I can truly thank you for what you mean to me. I owe my life to you and a large part of my happiness. This is, in no way, an attempt to repay a greater debt I owe you. It represents money that was paid for me by my master’s previous slave and my love, Wes, to buy me as a slave for his beloved Master. Somehow, it doesn’t seem right for me to benefit from the sale of my person. Therefore, I’m sharing this with you and the Dungeon Master for your role in my training. To say I’m grateful for your unselfish time and help is not enough. Please accept this in the spirit of love it is given and, please Master Red Feather, do not speak to me of it. There’s no need for thanks. In my heart you earned every penny of this and more. (However, I will accept a big hug, and your best kiss as always.) I love you with all my heart, your brother and slave, Beau.

I included five brand new one hundred dollar bills and left the card with Will to give Chief when he got home that evening, but not until after he unloaded into Will’s hot little ass. That became a ritual with them and Will was a tiger at making sure scheduling around chores and trips to the market took into consideration that hour with his bunk-mate master. We found his enthusiasm amusing but heart warming. I gave the card to Will around noon on Wednesday and he took it up to Chief’s room to put in his desk.

The Dungeon Master decided, after an hour's nap after lunch, he wanted to use his slave. He didn’t want me to ride him. He got on top of me on his big bed and fucked the living daylights out of me. It was one of the only times I ever came twice during the same fuck. He fucked my ass so hard and so good I thought the damn thing was going to fall off. After I cleaned him and thanked him for the wonderful fucking I gave him my card.

My Dearest Dungeon Master,

I know Master Jeb has compensated you for training me and this is not payment for that or any of the hundreds of small things you have done for me over the last four months. You not only have trained me and become my Dungeon Master, you are one of my masters; you are family. I don’t feel right profiting from the sale of me as a slave. My profit is in being sold to the wonderful man who now owns me and his bonded brother who also shares me with my master. I decided, with my master’s permission, to share my portion of the sale between you and Master Red Feather. Please accept this in the spirit of gratitude it is given and don’t thank me for it. No thanks is necessary. It is worth every penny every time I stand in front of a mirror with my clothes off and ask, “Who is that person looking back at me?” However, I will accept a hug and a generous kiss as always. Your most humble and loving slave, Beau.

In a separate envelope I placed two brand new five hundred dollar bills. The big ox cried. He abided by my wish not to thank me, but my God, when he took me in his arms and kissed me my well worn asshole suddenly was miraculously healed. Wow! He never kissed me like that before.

The next day Will and I went with him to the Ford dealership in Glendale and he bought a brand new Ford Ranger 3/4 ton pickemup truck. It was a beautiful fucking truck with an interior like a car. The salesman was a bit taken back when Big Jim counted out cash to the penny. He got a better deal by paying cash or so we were told.

Will never missed a day caring for Chief. We all found great joy and amusement at his ferocity of purpose to serve Chief. He kept Chief’s room immaculate. He washed, folded, and put away Chief's clothes. Chief confided the kid looked after the smallest detail for him. Will wouldn’t let Chief get into the shower alone. He was there to bathe him and towel him dry afterward. Sometimes after a hard days work, Will would give him a rub down. Chief claimed Will’s rubdowns were spiritual and healing. It did as much for his soul as his tired body.

Will went through Chief’s closet and spit shined every pair of Chief’s boots. Even his dirty old work boots. Will worked on them every night until he had them to a point it didn’t take him long every evening to have them cleaned, shined, and ready for the next day's work. When he was through with Chief’s closet he moved to the Dungeon Master’s. When every boot in the Dungeon Master’s closet was cleaned and spit shined he moved to Master Jeb’s closet and didn’t stop until every pair of boots in the house was cleaned and spit shined.

Sam took one look at Chief’s boots and asked, “Will?”

“Yes, sir,” replied Chief with a grin.

“Damn fine job. The kid’s got talent. Send him over,” Sam said. They laughed.

Dad Jake kidded Chief mercilessly about his little ‘belly warmer’ slave boy; however, when he saw how contented and happy Chief was, he was almost envious. Chief was always bringing some trinket or thoughtful present home for Will almost daily. He bought Will several more pair of ‘Tuff Nuts’ and had the Dungeon Master and me pick them up for him. Will fell in love with wearing overalls. He threw away his underwear and vowed never to wear underwear again. It took too long to get it off when one of his masters needed him. Besides, everyone in the household loved to come up behind Will and run their hands down the sides of his overalls and play with his cock and balls. He would yell with delight and giggle like a school boy. He didn’t want underwear to get in the way. Even staid Master Jeb was caught a few times playing with the ‘household pet’ as we came to refer to Will.

Will was constantly in one or the other’s lap being fondled and played with. He was a love and brought more joy to Mt. Washington than any slave in memory. When the time came for him to go with his master there were three sad, brokenhearted men left behind. They adjusted but Will was a regular visitor to the mountain and his master was good to share him with his family. Zack knew what close bonds the little man was capable of forming. Will had Zack’s heart tied up and lemniscated with the prettiest of ribbons.

Zack was a handyman by trade. He took on some pretty ambitious projects. He had his contractors license and was bonded. Will wanted to work with his master and slowly learned to use tools. He quickly became expert enough Zack began to defer to Will on certain projects Will was better at than Zack. Zack hated dry-walling. Will made it his project to become an expert dry-waller. Will had a natural mechanical aptitude which surprise everyone. He could fix anything. Will got Big Dirk to teach him about maintenance on his bike and his master’s. He took over the care and maintenance of both bikes. Dirk taught him how to tune them up, check timing and carburation of the engine. Will got to be really good at it; so good, Dirk offered him a job but Will wasn’t about to leave his master’s side.

His Master insisted Will expand his musical talents and time was set aside every evening for Will to practice. His master would practically chain him to the piano for two hours every evening. Zack not only loved to hear Will play, he was so fucking proud when they went anywhere there was a piano and Will wowed the crowd with his playing. For Will, practicing was always a chore and a bore. Somehow, under his master’s orders to practice it took on a new importance and he began to progress by leaps and bounds.

He gave several recitals at the small theater house in Yucca Valley next to Joshua Tree. The first recital was mostly family and friends. A critic from the valley paper attended for a chuckle and walked away stunned. He wrote such a glowing article about this talented young man, Zack cut it out and framed it. The second recital was standing room only. The theater sold tickets and made more money on his recital than they ever did for a single event. Walker bought a brand new Yamaha nine foot concert grand Will loved to play and would entertain the family regularly. Even though he played mostly classical music, they were impressed with his flawless technique.

Will wanted to grow a mustache and short beard. His Master loved him clean shaven because Will had the face of an angel. Will was a naturally handsome, masculine looking young man, but he looked almost ten years younger than he really was. Will thought people would take him more seriously if he looked more mature. He felt a beard and ‘stache would do that for him. His Master agreed with a stipulation, that one month from the day he agreed to the mustache Will would have to use his ‘stache to clean his master’s asshole every morning before they went off to work. Zack was joking hoping Will might change his mind. The thought of cleaning his master’s ass every morning sent Will into sexual fantasy orbit. Did his master really believe that was going to deter him from growing it? Will rubbed Miracle Grow plant food on it regularly to get it to grow faster. His master forgot all about the agreement because he was joking. Will didn’t forget.

He remembered and insisted his master live up to his end of the deal. So, every morning Zack would drop his overalls and put his legs on his slave’s shoulder while he cleaned him good with his tongue and mustache. After a couple of months, Zack noticed Will would excuse himself after lunch to go to the restroom. He’d come back and his mustache would be glistening with moisture. At first, Zack just thought Will was washing his face, but the rest of his face would be dry. Finally Zack couldn’t stand it any longer and asked, “Slave, why is it, everyday, after we have lunch you go to the restroom and come back with your mustache wet.”

“Well, sir,” Will replied sheepishly, “I found, one day, when I washed my face, the moisture on my mustache made the lingering smell of your ass twice as strong, and I could work through the rest of the afternoon smelling you. Keeps me old dick hard for hours, Master."

Zack let out a whoop you could've heard for miles. Poor Will thought he was going to have to call the paramedics his master was rolling on the floor with laughter. Tears were streaming down his handsome face, but Will could see he was smiling so he couldn’t be in pain. He clutched his gut he laughed so much.

“My wonderful slave. I’ve been paid a lot of compliments in my life but never one as dear to my heart as that one will be,” Zack said to his slave. He hugged and kissed his slave right there at the truck stop café in front of God and everyone. Surprisingly, everyone whistled and applauded.   Zack pulled away from his slave and looked at him and spoke, “Damn, you’re right it is stronger!” Then they both broke up. Zack told that story over and over and each time he told it everyone in the family would break up. Poor Will would sit there, grin, and blush. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed. He loved Zack with a passion no slave has ever loved his master. In all these years they never had a cross word for each other. Will fully accepts his master’s word as final and never challenges him.

Bull asked Will in a loud, seemingly angry voice, “You mean to tell me ever' Goddamn time I’ve kissed you, I’m getting a taste of your master’s asshole, Slave?” he asked gruffly. Will didn’t know whether to shit or go blind. Bull could be pretty fucking intimidating. Then Bull smiled. “C’mer, Slave, gimme’ some more. Hell, yore’ old man’s got a pretty sweet tasting asshole. No wonder you wanna’ clean it ever’ morning. Fuck! I’ll sub for you when you’re sick,” he allowed. He hugged and kissed Will as everyone laughed.

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Friday afternoon came and the entire family was headed to Twenty-nine Palms to Master Walker and Xander’s. Master Walker will always be the Captain to me and a lot of folks called him that. I wanted to get my ‘Beezer’ from Sam and Yoshie to ride out with everyone, but my master said we didn’t have time. I would ride buddy with him.

Dirk returned Will’s bike to him in top condition, and he was going to ride with us. We were going by Master Zack’s in Joshua Tree to pick up him and Button. Master Jeb wanted to ride, too, but wasn’t quite up to riding his bike yet. So the Dungeon Master decided to take his new truck for him and Jeb. I talked to my master about taking some money out of my savings to buy a new bike before I went back to work. I loved Master Wolf’s and Chief’s new Harley Super Glides. I really wanted one. My master said he would talk with my other master over the weekend and get back to me. For some reason I got the idea he wasn’t too keen on the idea. I wasn’t going to question my master’s reasons. If he didn’t want me to have one, so be it, end of discussion. Barbara Beezer would have to do. Well, she was faithful to me. It was only right I treated her with the same respect.

We rode by Joshua Tree, picked up Zack and Button and rode on from there. Twenty-nine Palms is just down the road a piece from Joshua Tree, about twenty miles or so. There were a few bikes already there but when we arrived the entire household including the captain and Xander came out to greet us. My cowboy was there to shake Master Earl’s hand and hug him. Then I went through the ritual greeting with him and the Captain.

“I could get used to slaves greeting me this way, Beau,” Leon told me as he hugged and kissed me.

“Well, you better, Cowboy. You’re gonna’ be one of the finest masters this family has and we’re gonna’ find you a slave who’ll ride off into the sunset with you, hand in hand,” I replied. He laughed.

Bull and Charlie arrived and Charlie had a brand new Super Glide like I wanted. Bull just bought it for him as a birthday present. Charlie really looked hot on it, too. He looked like the bike was made for him. I hugged and kissed him and told him how happy I was for him. I told him I was green with envy because I asked my master if I could buy one, but he didn’t seem too keen on the idea. Everyone was complimenting Charlie on his new bike and Bull was beaming with justifiable pride. It only made me want one all the more.

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Part III ~ The Slave With Two Masters

“Will he make an agreement with you for you to take him as your slave for life?” Job 41:4

The weekend was like a dream come true. I stayed with my two masters in one of the main upstairs bedrooms. The room boasted a huge bed which would easily sleep four comfortably. Walker told Xander to have special sheets made for it. It was a beautiful room. Our ceremony was to be Sunday afternoon. Master Earl and I were going to stay Sunday night, the Dungeon Master was going to drive Master Jeb back to the mountain, get his bike and return. Big Jim, Master Earl, Will, and I were going on a bike trip to the Grand Canyon, then to Tucson to visit Dan Yates and Cowboy. We were going on to Texas to visit my family, back through Vegas and Reno and then return.

Saturday night was wonderful. Everyone was in great spirits and Walker couldn’t have been happier or a better host. Everything was catered under Andre’s supervision of course. No one had to cook or do anything for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. There was everything anyone could want. They cooked it for you right there. There must have been three hundred people attend.

Bull asked Will to play for everyone. Will wanted to but said he hadn’t completed learning the piece he was working on. Zack encouraged him. He set down and announced that he would play the first eighteen variations on a Theme of Paganini's by Rachmaninoff. By the time he got to the eighteenth variation there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. The piece up to that point is one of technical fireworks, jumping all over the keyboard and then one giant chord from the piano, a slow moving ostinato base line, then the melody only a genius could write. Emotional pay-dirt. It’s a melody of the heart and touches everyone who hears it. Will played it with passion and taste not letting the romanticism overshadow the innate beauty of the variation. The family gave him a standing ovation. He was pleased. Zack could have burst from pride, he was so in love with Will. Bull and Charlie were both in love with Will. They thought the world of him and loved to sit and talk with him by the hour. In their eyes, Will could do no wrong. He healed Charlie’s piercings just as he did mine.

My two masters and I set in our room and talked about who we wanted to participate in our ceremony. We wanted a number of master’s to surround us. The names we listed were: Master’s Beryl, Zack, Walker, Bull, Sarge, Josh, Sam, Dirk, Bert, Jeb, Chief, Doctor Dan, Wolf, and Leon. We included Dan Yates, Big Gunn, Master Ben, and Master Harley Boone.

I explained briefly what the ceremony involved to Leon, and he wanted to be a part of it. Master Earl and I found a silver-plated chalice in a thrift store for a couple bucks for our ceremony. I requested all master’s participating, piss into small plastic cups and Blaine carefully measured a half ounce of each one’s using a shot glass. He emptied each into the chalice. That was to be presented to me by my master as a symbol of my homage, respect, and bond to them and acceptance of their protection of me and my master.

The next morning I was in the gym with my Dungeon Master, Will, Chief, and Master Earl working out heavily. I wanted my body to be pumped for the ceremony. By lunch time, everyone in our group was looking pumped. My two masters never looked better. Little Will was popping out all over the place. Chief was having a harder time of it. He was tall and lean and while his muscles were solid and strong as a bull’s he didn’t show much definition. Will told him he had definition where it counted. We laughed at his encouragement of his master/bunk-mate.

The ceremony was scheduled for two o’clock. My master lead me by my leash the four master’s bought me when I was pierced. I requested he use it. I was so proud of it and the effect it made on the crowd as well. The masters we chose were already standing in a circle. No guest were allowed within the circle. The circle was made large enough everyone could see with no problem.

My Master led me into the center before a small table and three kneeling pads before the table. The Dungeon Master would officiate and Master Beryl would give us his blessing at the end.

“Masters, slaves, family, and friends, we are gathered here this afternoon for a bonding ceremony and the signing of a contract between Master Earl and his new slave, Beau. Most of you know our new slave goes by a number of alias’: Bull Dog Butch, Little Beaver, and sometime just plain “Love.” All three names he has more than earned. As for the name Bull Dog Butch, I personally watched him beat the living crap out of a pretentious leather fairy who called himself a master after he severely hurt our newest family member. Master Sam claims he watched him do the same to another man who pushed him too far. He’s not violent by nature. On the contrary, he will do anything to avoid a confrontation, but he won’t back down from one either. He has the soul of a natural slave and servant; yet, he has the heart of a lion.

"Through the generosity of my bonded brother, I’ll be proud and honored to call him my slave as well. Since Beau has become a slave to our family by ceremony and is recognized as property we won’t ask if he goes into slavery willingly as we did with Charlie. Beau is a recognized slave, Charlie wasn’t. By the powers of the universe, a beautiful ceremony, and the love of a fine master, he is now a good master’s slave; right, Charlie?” the Dungeon Master asked.

“You’ve never been more right, Dungeon Master,” Charlie replied with his finger pulling his nose ring in humor. The family laughed. Bull roared with laughter.

“Therefore, do you understand, slave Beau, that the contract you will be signing will have no clauses to protect you from any modifications to your body your masters may wish to have done to you?” Big Jim asked.

“I understand there are no clauses to protect me Dungeon Master. It is my wish to sign my master’s contract as presented to me,” I replied.

“Have you read his contract?” he asked.

“I have, Dungeon Master,” I replied.

“Has a third party read it to you and discussed its ramifications and answered any questions you might have?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, Dungeon Master.”

“And who did this for you, Slave?” he asked.

“My beloved master and previous owner, Master Jeb, and my brother and master, Chief Red Feather.”

“Are his words true, Master Jeb?” he asked.

“He speaks the truth, Dungeon Master,” replied Master Jeb proudly.

“Chief?” Big Jim asked him as well.

“Yes, sir, Dungeon Master. He speaks the truth,” Chief replied.

“Has any person threatened, coerced, or black mailed you to take this action?” Big Jim asked me.

“No, Dungeon Master, it is my own decision,” I replied.

“Are you comfortable with your decision? Do you have any fears or reservations whatsoever?” he asked.

“I’m comfortable with my decision, and I have no fears, sir,” I replied.

“I’ll ask you once more slave, do you understand the ramifications of Master Earl’s contract and do you still wish to sign it?” he asked.

“I do and I do, Dungeon Master,” I replied.

“The two of you will come forward and sign the contract," he ordered.

I signed my name on the line that said slave signature on three copies. I signed it in a large flourish Andrew Beauregard James Jr. My Master signed under my name in equally large flourish, Earl D. Shaw. The three witness we chose were master Beryl, Master Jeb, and Chief. They signed in that order. My master gently took my nose chain and led me back to the kneeling pads.

“We will now begin the bonding ceremony. This ceremony is patterned on Bull and Charlie’s unforgeable ceremony. We were all so wowed by theirs it will probably become a welcome template for many ceremonies to come. Certain parts deserve repeating between any master and slave. It is said, the sincerest form of flattery is imitation. So, Bull and Charlie, this ceremony should only add to the validation of yours,” the Dungeon Master said as he picked up the chalice and held it up to be seen by all.

“Our slave requested that each Master in the ceremony contribute some of his bodily fluids to this chalice as a symbol of his homage and respect for these men and their bond to him and his masters. Stand slave,” the Dungeon Master commanded.

I stood and took the chalice from the Dungeon Master and thanked him. I held it out and above my head and turned three hundred and sixty degrees stopping before each master to nod. Then I bowed to my master and the Dungeon Master and consumed the contents of the chalice in three gulps. I handed the chalice back to the Dungeon Master and whispered, “More, please.”

The Dungeon Master started laughing and so did my Master.

“Some slaves...” the Dungeon Master said in mock disgust shaking his head. “Nothing is sacred to them. He asked for more.”

The family broke up and applauded. So did the sixteen masters around us. My master ordered me to kneel again. The Dungeon Master wiped the chalice clean with a damp cloth and filled it with wine from a decanter. He handed Master Earl the same hunting knife Bull and Charlie used in their ceremony. My Master cut his right wrist and it began bleeding. He ordered me to turn my head and he cut my right wrist also. He handed the knife back to the Dungeon Master. The Dungeon Master then took a three foot long cloth similar to the one Bull and Charlie used and wrapped our clasped wrist three times and then tied it on top in a square knot. We were bleeding into the cloth pretty good. It was being stained all the way through. I looked at my master and smiled. He winked and smiled back.

“Slave Will, front and center!” barked the Dungeon Master as he snapped his fingers and pointed to the pad next to us. In a second Will was kneeling beside us. The little man had tears in his eyes. The Dungeon Master gave him an open bible to hold for us.

“Slave Beau? Do you have any words for your new master? If so, speak them now,” he said.

“Master Earl, I bring to you the secrets of my soul, I humbly and respectfully lay them at your boots as I enter your world as your property, your slave. I would respectfully request, you guard them as your own, to understand the foundations of my love. With you, I rest them, there they shall abide, within your trust, under your boot, for all eternity. Please, Master, take this shell, pour into it your wisdom and demands to meet your needs. Let my will become your will. It is with humility of heart and resignation of my soul I become your slave to serve you willingly by day and comfort you by night. May the greater intelligence and revered ancient spirits of the universe guide me and help me to please you in all things. With my right hand upon the Holy Bible I do so swear.”

“Master Earl, do you have any words for your slave and if you do, please speak them now,” the Dungeon Master spoke.

“Slave, you have been sold to me in good faith by those who have rightfully claimed to own you body and soul. You are now my personal property, my chattel, my slave, as recognized by our family. I accept your words, your life and your soul for mine and for my bonded brother. You will be patiently molded, as we determine, to serve us. To serve us well by day and comfort us by night. You no longer have needs. Your only need will be to serve your masters. You will serve both as we see fit and open your heart to each to drink our fill of your love. Your body will become a vessel for our pleasure. Unless, ill or indisposed, you will never deny either master. We accept the responsibility of seeing to your needs. We will determine your needs and provide for them accordingly. If we determine you have no need, our word will not be challenged.

"You will be controlled and demanded of by two iron fists within leather gloves. The gloves representing the deepest love of two good masters. Our hands upon the Holy Bible: I do so swear. Dungeon Master?” he asked. The Dungeon Master placed his hand on the Bible covering ours and spoke. “I do so swear,” he said.

Big Jim took the bible from Will and sent him away. The Dungeon Master held up the chalice filled with wine and spoke. “This chalice of wine represents the blood of the two men kneeling before me. All masters will drink first and then the slave. Master Beryl will finish the wine,” he said.

He handed the chalice to my master who sipped of it. The Dungeon Master took it to the first master around us, Master Dirk, who sipped and so on until all masters in the circle drank. The Dungeon Master then sipped and handed the chalice to me. I drank and handed it back to him. There was a small amount left. I took a big mouthful to save Master Beryl from having to get drunk.

“Now our revered family leader, Master Beryl, head of the Clan Mc Innins will offer the final blessing, Master Beryl,” the Dungeon Master said.

The Dungeon Master knelt on the pad next to us and enfolded his huge arms around us. My free hand was around his back and my master’s free hand was resting on my shoulder. He squeezed my shoulder as he set his hand upon it. I patted my giant as he joined us.

“These three men are so dear to my heart it’s difficult to determine where the love for one ends and the other begins. When I first met this slave, he was with Jim and I naturally assumed Beau was his slave. When he explained Beau was being trained and sold, hopefully to Earl, I felt bad for Jim because I could see the love which passed between them. However, we’ve known Earl D. Shaw for a number of years and loved him equally. I was glad for him. Now, to have these two wonderful masters bond as brothers and share this slave is more than I could have hoped for. The only comment I may have to the slave, who is my adopted son, is, you done hit the jackpot, Son, to be loved by these two men,” he allowed. The audience applauded. He raised his hands over us and began his blessing.

“May the peace that surpasses all understanding, the goodness and love of the spirits of the ancients give you peace and abide in your hearts now and for evermore. Amen!” Master Beryl said firmly.

The crowed followed with one massive, “Amen!” The Dungeon Master then unwrapped our arms and Master Earl leaned forward to kissed me. The Dungeon Master kissed his brother and then me. They both rose leaving me kneeling. Master Earl spoke, “Now you have become our slave. Show homage and respect for your new masters, Slave,” he ordered.

I first kissed Master Earl’s Boots and then the Dungeon Master’s. They each held their hand down for me. I kissed the Dungeon Master’s first and then Master Earl’s and put them both to my forehead.

The Dungeon Master then gave my final order. “Rise, Slave and show your new owner and his brother your love,” he commanded.

That’s all it took to open my flood gates. I’ve never kissed and loved two big men like that in my life. I was, now, in spirit and flesh their property. They owned me body and soul. I was theirs. I belonged. I was home. Everyone was hugging, kissing, and wishing us well. There wasn’t a dry eye among us. It was a powerful emotional moment.

As people began to settle down, Blaine brought forward two gifts from me to my masters. Everyone watched in anticipation at what was in the two same sized boxes. Master Earl opened his first and smiled as he pulled out a beautiful eighteen foot ‘Black Snake’ bull whip. The Dungeon Master received the same. They were thrilled and wowed. Many jokes were made about my gifts and my motives. I responded to each with enthusiasm and good humor.

Blaine handed me two cards, one from each master.

“Sorry Slave, we only got you cards for the occasion,” Master Earl said. I assured them cards were fine. I didn’t expect anything. I would treasure them.

I was instructed to open the Dungeon Master’s first. On the front was a beautiful photograph of a full dress Harley-Davidson. Inside there was half of a picture of a Super Glide taped to the top of the card. It read: Sorry slave, I could only afford half. Love, your Big Blue Ox. I hugged and kissed him assuring him that half a picture was fine. He encouraged me to open Master Earl’s. The front of the card had a picture of the same full dress Harley; however, when I opened the card, at the top was the back half of the Super Glide and under it was written: Together, we could afford the whole damn thing. There was a key taped to the card. I was stumped and stunned. Where? What?

Charlie came forward and handed me the other key. The bike he rode up on was my gift from my two masters. I broke into tears again. Who wouldn’t? Hell, this was too much. No wonder Master Earl didn’t want me to get my BSA from Sam’s, and we were about to take a long trip. Hot Damn! A new bike! What a day! Not only had my dream come true of becoming a slave to two of the best men on Earth, I had a new bike. My cup runneth over.

It was still early afternoon but Master Jeb wanted to get back so the Dungeon Master could return in good time. Master Zack insisted Will go with Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master to keep Big Jim company on the way back. Big Jim seemed to appreciate that. We wished Master Jeb goodbye and told him we would see him in a week or so. Everyone partied hardy. It was one of the best bashes in memory. Just as the sun was setting, the Dungeon Master and Will rode into the compound on the Dungeon Master’s full dress hog. We welcomed them back.

Everyone made use of the spas and said goodbye to family members who were leaving. Soon we were left with Master Earl, the Dungeon Master, Will, me, the Captain, Xander, and Leon. Leon joined us. When he dropped his towel for the spa I thought Will was going to drown. To Leon’s amusement, Will couldn’t stop staring.

“Will, it’s not polite to stare at a master,” I said in mock rebuke.

“Leave Will alone, Slave!” barked the Dungeon Master, “Hell, I can’t take my fucking eyes off of it. Why should Will?” Everyone laughed at our exchange, and Leon held out his arms for Will. He didn’t have to ask twice. I’ve never seen a small man move so fast in my life, and he was in Leon’s lap.

“May I feel it, sir?” he asked shyly.

“Of course you can. I didn’t offer you to come over here to bend your ear,” he drawled. Boy was that a truism. Will sat in Leon’s lap all evening whispering and giggling back and forth. The big cowboy would play with him and kiss him behind his ear. I was glad to see Leon was coming out of his shell. Will later asked his master/bunk-mate Chief if he might stay the night with the Stable Master. Chief asked Leon if it was all right with him. Leon smiled and assured him it was fine. Chief smiled and jokingly told Will there better be some left for him. We laughed knowing Will was about to be fucked by the “Mount Everest” of cocks. Good for them. It will give Leon a chance to have a good slave pleasure him. Let him see what he might have for himself if he took a slave.

That night, I again slept between my two masters. I serviced Master Earl first as the Dungeon Master watched and cheered us on to orgasm. Then I rode Babe to the barn as Master Earl cheered us on. They were both hot. I had no idea either of my masters could be that foul mouthed and dirty. Did it for me.

“Dungeon Master?” Master Earl asked Big Jim.

“Yes, Officer Shaw?” he replied.

“Did that seem sweeter to you than it ever has before with our slave?” he asked.

“Ten times sweeter, Bro,” The Dungeon Master replied.

“I fully agree,” Master Earl allowed.

“And, why do you think that is, sir?” Big Jim asked.

“Because we own his little ass, my Brother,” Master Earl replied.

“Well, then bro, since we own the whole damn pie, help yore’self, take another big slice. Tear yourself off a big-old piece this time, Brother,” Big Jim encouraged my master.

“Thank you, Dungeon Master. Right kind of you to offer. I believe I will have me another big-old piece. Feel free to plug the other hole, Bro, while I tear off my big-old piece. No sense it sittin’‘round doing nothing when it could be providing comfort for its other master,” he insisted.

“Don’t mind if I do, Bro. Open you skull-pussy wide, Slave, Daddy’s gonna' be coming in your front door real soon. Kiss it first, and make a little love him to welcome him home, Son. Show yore' Dungeon Master how pleased and happy you are to have him home again where he belongs docked in one of your holes. If you convince him your hungry, and suck him real good, he just might gift you with a fresh hot batch of his tasty baby-batter for you to enjoy,” growled the Dungeon Master.

Both my holes were smiling. After all, that’s what they’re for, my master’s pleasure and comfort. I unwittingly found the best of both worlds. I was owned by a beauty and his wonderful brother, the beast. I didn’t have to choose between them. I had the most handsome, drop dead, good looking LAPD motorcycle officer for my owner and master. Big Jim, the Dungeon Master, my giant ox, my beast was my other master. They took great delight in sharing me with each other in the same bed. I thought it was pretty hot myself. This was one slave's tail that was happy at both ends as both were stuffed more regularly than Tiny Tim’s Christmas goose.

And, so, the two big men, the beauty and the beast, fucked their handsome slave happily ever after.

THE END ~

“Now, wasn’t that a great story about Uncle Beau and his two masters?” Daddy Bull asked, as he slowly closed the big book. Bull was the rough, mean-ass looking one of little Bill’s dads, the one who growled a lot, wore a lot of leather, and stomped around the house in his big black boots barking orders at everyone. The big, rough, tough, mean looking hard-ass biker leaned over, kissed the handsome boy-child gently on his forehead and spoke softly in a gruff voice, “Goddamn it! I done read you three wonderful stories. I told you I loved you, now, go, the fuck, to sleep! That’s an order, Son,” Bull said more gently. Little Bill threw his tiny arms around the big man’s neck, hugged, and kissed him.

“I love you, Daddy Bull. You tell the bestest stories,” he said.

Bull drew back and grimaced ominously at the boy, but his big heart melted like a cheap candle as ‘Whitey’ smiled at him with his killer blue eyes. Bull growled like an animal, leaned over and kissed the boy one more time, just to show the kid who was boss. He didn’t fool little Bill for a minute. Little Bill knew who was boss. It was his daddy who didn’t wear clothes.

End of Chapter 30 ~ The Ties That Bind
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