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Booger Red & Cowboy
Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 10

We arrived in Las Vegas and followed Harry's instructions. The staff of the Riviera was a bit shaken at our arrival. Here we were a bunch of scruffy, leather wearing bikers entering the Riviera hotel on the strip. There was no valet parking for Harleys. I considered that thoughtless and in poor taste. I mentioned it to Beryl. Big Beryl always was my best audience. I knew how to make the giant laugh and enjoyed the sound of his big-man laughter. His whole body shook. We pulled up out front and parked in a row. Cal stayed behind to watch the bikes while the rest of us went in. We were watched like hawks by every security guard in the place, least we make a false move. Beryl told us, "For God's sake, don't anyone make a sudden move to get anything out of your jacket, or we're dead men," he said. Then he roared with laughter. We went to the check-in desk and a nervous looking male clerk walked up and spoke officiously. "May I help you, Gentlemen?"

"We hope so," replied Big Beryl, "we're the family McInnis. We were told you would be expecting us."

The clerk looked like he was about to lose his lunch, but he quickly saw the irony and humor in the situation and got into the mood. His face changed quickly and brightened. "Ah, yes, guests of the prince. We have rooms set aside for you near his suite. How many rooms will you require with double occupancy?"

"Five rooms for one night only and two rooms for approximately five days."

"That will be fine, sir. May we have each two people sign for their rooms individually?" he asked.

"No problem," replied Big Beryl smiling as he and Big Jim signed for their room. I signed for Master Red and my room. Master Zack signed for a room for him and Cal. Bull and Charlie signed for a room and finally Master Earl and Master Sam signed for their room.

"We have special, guarded, around the clock motorcycle parking in our underground parking facility next door. The doorman will be happy to point the way for you. Show the attendant your room key and he'll make note of it," the clerk said.

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It was a long haul to Vegas. It was fun to be on the road again, but we were all tired. We decided to clean up, meet in the casino and have dinner in the hotel restaurant. The waiters and waitresses gave us the fish eye as we walked in and were seated. I think they were going to flip a coin to see who waited on us when I saw one small man's eyes light up like a bubble gum machine on top of a police car. He immediately grabbed the menus and headed for our table with the look of a man on a mission. He obviously was a gay man who loved bikers and didn't discriminate between gay, straight, or animal. He had a wet spot at his crotch the entire time we were there and couldn't do enough for us.

His name was Steve. He was pleasant, humorous, efficient, and horny as a bitch dog in heat. He couldn't decide who was better looking, Master Earl, Master Zack, Big Cal, Bull, Charlie, or me. In a pinch he would've thrown himself at Big Beryl and Big Jim. I think Cal won. At least he and Master Zack were the two Steve told what time he got off work. I guess he figured big Red and I were a couple, Bull and Charlie looked like they could be a couple, and Master Earl was so damn good looking he figured he probably didn't have a chance with him. He also thought Master Zack was a pretty piece of flesh. Zack was his second pick. We finished our meal, had coffee, and were relaxing when Big Beryl motioned to little Steve for our check. Steve walked over to the table smiling. "I thought there was something special about you gentlemen. You're the family clan McInnis?" he asked.

"We are, young man, how did you know?" Beryl asked.

"We were alerted by the clerk at the front desk. He saw you come into the restaurant and phoned a few minutes ago to the manager. Your drinks, meal, everything, including a handsome gratuity for me has been paid for by his Highness Prince Faisel. He's a wonderful man whom I've had the pleasure to serve many times. I've been told to tell you any meals during your stay here will be taken care of by his Highness. Please feel free to order room service from us as well. That, too, will be covered by his Highness. You gentlemen must be close personal friends with the Prince Sultan," Steve added.

"We know him well. He's a generous, kind hearted man, but we would like to leave you a small gratuity as well Steve," Big Beryl said.

"Not necessary, sir, the prince has..." Steve didn't get to finish.

"We heard you, Steve. Thank you," Beryl cut him off. Each couple left him ten bucks tip. Fifty bucks from the ten of us wasn't bad, plus the twenty percent he got from Master Ben picking up the tab.

"How soon after you get off work can you report to room six-oh-three, cleaned and ready for service?" asked Master Zack as Cal smiled. The two of them got their heads together.

"We have a room for changing and shower facilities here in the hotel, Master Zack. I can be to your room in thirty minutes cleaned and ready for your service, sir."

"How is it you address me as 'Master,'son?" Master Zack asked.

"You have to be, sir, you wouldn't ask me a question like that if you weren't," Steve said with a winning grin. We fell out laughing at poor Steve who just hit his own personal jackpot. "Besides, I've heard of the Clan McInnis, and I've served his Highness more than food," he said rolling his eyes. We laughed with him. He was a charmer. Master Zack grabbed him and hugged him in front of everyone as Steve smiled.

"Thirty minutes after your shift, Son, don't be late. You'll have two horny men waiting for you," Master Zack said quietly. Steve looked at Big Cal who just smiled knowingly at him and Steve blushed.

"My pleasure, Masters. I'll be there at six-thirty sharp," he said.

Steve spent a night in heaven sandwiched between two of the finest looking men in Las Vegas. He had a ball. Hell, he had four of them.

Red, Cal, and I said goodbye to our family who were going on to Tucson. Big Beryl pulled me aside before they left to talk with me in private. "Any words you want me to tell a heartsick rancher, Cowboy?" he asked.

"Just tell him I love him, Master Beryl. I wish I could go with you, but I can't leave my master by himself. I've fallen back in love with Master Red, and I wouldn't even consider doing that to the man what owns me. It wouldn't be right. Buck told me not to go around his dad with Booger, and I don't intend to. Give him this hug for me, Master Beryl," I said. I hugged Big Beryl and wished him a good trip.

Red, Cal, and I spent a day relaxing around the pool. We were still a bit tired from our trip from Reno. I was becoming more comfortable with Red. My master couldn't be more happy and attentive. Cal loosened up a bit. Even though he still didn't understand it, he congratulated me and my master. He seemed sincere. Big Cal started fucking little Steve regularly. They became an item. Little Steve understood exactly what I saw in Booger and let Cal have it. "Master Cal, the man's an animal. I understand perfectly what Cowboy sees in him. He's one Hell of a sexy, big, rugged looking man. Have you caught a glimpse of that monster between his legs. I thought Cowboy walked the way he does because he's a real cowboy. I'm beginning to think it's because of Master Red's cock. It's a wonder poor Cowboy can walk at all," Steve allowed and broke up laughing. He got everyone laughing. I assured him there was more than a little truth to his statement. That set us off on another round of laughter.

Steve was spending most of his time-off with us. He was a delight. Steve was intelligent, thoughtful, and funny. He kept the three of us laughing most of the afternoon. Even stoic old Red laughed at some of Steve's lines. The third morning we were there we got a phone call from Harry. The prince arrived and settled into his suite. He wanted to know if the three of us would have dinner with him that evening. Red was talking to Harry and told him about Steve being with Cal. Harry laughed and told him Steve was more than welcome. Steve had the night off from the restaurant and was thrilled to join us.

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Meanwhile, the rest of the family arrived at the Yates' Ranch outside of Tucson. Everyone came out to greet them. Mrs. Russell was in tears as she hugged and kissed Beryl, Sam, Big Jim, Bull, and Charlie. She began to think of them as extended family. She was wowed by Zack and the handsome Earl Shaw. Tim was a little gentleman. He met the two other members of the family and instantly fell in love with them. Dan was thrilled to have their company, and they spread the groaning board of food for the men. Mrs. Russell cooked up a storm and had dinner waiting when they got there.

Tim asked questions about where Cowboy was, and why he didn't come with the other men? He was so proud of his new bike. He had to show it off to them. He told them Dan and Cowboy gave it to him, and he was so grateful. He could already ride pretty well. He got the shifting down pat but was still having a few problems. Big Beryl and Master Sam promised to help him. One lengthy road trip would take care of that. The men knew they wouldn't make as good time on the return trip because new riders have a tendency to lag behind, but they were there to take care of Tim and would see to it he arrived safely for Mrs. Russell's sake. According to Dan, Mrs. Russell was a changed woman since their arrival. She was so worried about receiving Tim's draft letter. She wanted to be able to return it marked "Moved! No forwarding address!"

Tim came to love all the men who rode with the cowboy to the Yates' Ranch. He was looking forward to joining these men and setting out on his own. He did well in high school and made top grades. He participated in the school rodeo events and was a pretty good saddle bronc rider. Tim became interested in team roping. Dan was working with him and he was getting better, but he wasn't to competition level yet. Tim came out to me and his mother while I was visiting at the ranch. I thought he might be gay. He became my shadow around the ranch. If his mother couldn't find Tim, she asked Dan where I was and knew Tim would probably be helping me with chores, or I'd be teaching him something about roping.

Mrs. Russell was the one who told me she thought he might be gay. She asked me to talk with him so he wasn't afraid to tell her. He was her life, and all she wanted was for him to be happy. She saw the goodness and camaraderie of our family and wanted the same for her son. Helping Dan, she practically raised Buck. She loved him like a son. Buck came out to her but never his father. She saw the change in Dan after I came to stay with him. She knew and was happy for both of us. She tried to talk Tim into checking the box on his induction form stating he was a homosexual. They would simply refuse him as unfit. Tim was like most young men. He didn't want to be labeled unfit or have the stigma of homosexuality following him for life. It has nothing to do with being proud or ashamed of being gay. It has to do with personal choice.

He would rather do as thousands of young gay men chose to do. Just go and get through it. Except two out of three didn't get through it. They came back in a box. Assuming statistics don't lie, there's a good probability twenty out of a hundred of those men were gay, queer, cock sucking faggots; funny thing was, their blood ran as red as their straight brothers and the VC made no discrimination as to whether they were killing gay or straight men. These men were not discriminated against in death. No one buried them in a cemetery for queers. No one made the distinction of here lies a gay soldier who died for his country. No one said, 'Well, we can't bury him here. We can't have a queer buried next to a straight man for God's sake.' The beautiful, haunting, serene, and emotional Vietnam Memorial doesn't make a distinction as to who was queer and who was straight. It would seem death is the great equalizer of men.

At the end of their brief lives these gay men were finally accepted by a warped society as good men who died thinking they were doing the right thing. Of course we hate them and persecute them, they suck other men's dicks for Christ sake. They practice the unclean, unnatural, nasty, unthinkable sexual act of sodomy. We're not about to allow men like that equal freedoms and protection guarantee everyman under the constitution. We have to save them from their moral decadence. We have to legislate ‘moral values’ because we don’t approve of their lifestyle. However, it's okay for them to die for their country as long as they butch-it-up a bit and remain in their closets. That's really generous of our society, don’t you think? Blacks were treated the same way in WWII. Black men who were heroes, with medals awarded them for heroism came home and were lynched after returning home to the country they defended. Lynching continued until the Civil Rights Movement in the sixties. The men who perpetrated the heinous deed were rarely prosecuted.

Tim would rather take his chances running and hiding than living with the embarrassment. That was certainly understandable. Buck, Rowley, Ken, and I talked about it and why we didn't go that route. Many nights, cold, wet, chilled to the bone, hungry, half sick, we sat huddled together for warmth in that rotten Hell hole and swore to each other we should have checked the damn box. No embarrassment was so great it could be worse than what we were suffering. We didn't, because we wanted to do our duty for our country. What a crock of bullshit. Why put our lives on the line for a country who would deny us equal rights? I thought about the naive young man somewhere in my past who had to go and do his duty for his country. If I hadn't I wouldn't have loved one of the most wonderful men I ever met.

Now here I was, not only advocating Tim avoid the draft, I was actually conspiring against our government to hide him. A hundred and eighty degree turn around. So be it. I felt more like a patriot taking part in protecting Tim than I ever did going to Nam. It was only then I understood my Uncle Bud and my dad weren’t being unpatriotic when they begged me to run away with Booger. They were right. We didn't stop communism in Korea, and we sure as Hell didn't in Nam. Mrs. Russell didn't want her only son to become gun fodder for the North Vietnamese to slaughter. I sure as Hell didn't either. My family knew what Wes and I went through and was going to see to it Timothy Dalton Russell's name didn't appear on another casualty list from South East Asia.

Tim was slow to accept the idea of running and hiding, but he figured if so many men he had come to love and admire felt that strongly about hiding him, and were going to such trouble, he'd better listen to them. Maybe they were right. At Mrs. Russell's request Wes and I talked with him about Nam. We shared some of the things we went through and pulled no punches recounting our involvement. We encouraged him to join our family. They would hide and protect him. Tim was afraid, but he knew he wouldn't be alone. He was going out into the world with experienced, older men who would protect and care for him. They would, in essence, help and support him into manhood. They were that kind of men, but while Tim was going into this world with caring men of principals they could also be a pretty randy lot. Personally, I loved them for that. There were few dull moments with our family.

Tim was a virgin. He was only eighteen and never had a sexual experience. He asked me, but I couldn't. When I shared his request with his mother she urged me to reconsider. She knew I would be loving, kind and wouldn't hurt him. I couldn't because Tim, and I were too close to the same age. Tim needed to be led by the hand into healthy man-sex by a more mature man. Tim was a fine looking, handsome young man. I explained to Mrs. Russell, I didn't think I was emotionally stable enough to handle the responsibility. It should be considered a great responsibility for any experienced person who consents to share love with a young person for their first time.

Tim loved Big Beryl, Sam, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie but he really fell in love with Earl Shaw and Zack. He couldn't do enough for them. Neither Master Earl nor Zack was particularly drawn to younger men, but they couldn't help become fond of Tim. He was courteous, respectful, mannerly and waited on them hand and foot, not in an obsequious manner but willing and proud to serve these fine looking men. They weren't shy in front of Tim when they were relaxing in the pool or spa and Mrs. Russell didn't try to keep him away. She figured if he was going to be part of the family he may as well be allowed to socialize with them and learn to be comfortable around them. Tim was well mannered and quiet. He rarely spoke unless spoken to and mostly looked upon these men as heroes. As I think of them today, they were heroes. He stayed close to Dan as he sort of accepted him as a surrogate father figure. Dan didn't mind a bit. He was proud of Tim and was convinced we were doing the right thing by helping Mrs. Russell hide him.

There was light hearted talk and joking among the family members with Dan present as to who would get Tim's cherry. Surprisingly, no one wanted the job. These men cared. They knew it was a big responsibility. Taking a man so young leaves imprinting on him for the rest of his life, and it was a responsibility no man in our group took lightly. It wasn't just a matter of popping Tim's cherry. He would undoubtedly fall in love with the first man who took the patience and spent time teaching him about man-sex. Dan Yates was more impressed with this group of men than ever. I remember the understanding, the time, and patience my Uncle Bud took with me.

He trained me well to be a good sexual partner for him, and ultimately, any other man to whom I chose to give myself. I talked to Tim several times by ourselves and told him how to clean and prepare himself should a man want to take him. Tim listened well and was ready. He took his own room in Dan Yates' house a year earlier so he could have some privacy from his mother. It was one of the upstairs rooms with an outside entrance. Everyone was in the spa that evening and Tim managed to sit between the two men he came to adore, Master Zack and Master Earl. Quietly, but loud enough the other men could hear, he looked at Master Zack and spoke softly. "Master Zack, sir?" he asked.

"Yes, Son?" Master Zack replied.

"Would you please consider spending the evening with me in my room, sir?" he asked. There was a deadly silence. Every ear was strained, waiting to hear Zack's answer. Zack smiled at the young man, put his arm around him, and pulled him closer to him, like he understood his need. He leaned over and bussed a kiss behind Tim's ear.

"I'd be downright proud to, young man, but first you must ask Mr. Yates' permission and then you must ask your mother's permission. She must tell Mr. Yates or me it's all right with her," Zack replied.

"Oh, it's all right with mom, Master Zack, you were her first choice," Tim assured Zack with enthusiasm.

Every man there almost drowned in the spa they were laughing so hard. Dan Yates assured Zack he had both adult's blessing as Dan already talked to Tim's mother and Tim was, indeed, telling him the truth.

"Well, then, Tim, how could I say no to such a gracious invitation to spend the evening with such a fine looking young cowboy? I would be honored, Son," Master Zack started laughing and hugged the boy closer. The men started applauding showing their approval and saying, "Hear! Hear!" at Zack's declaration. He gently took Tim's hand under the water and placed it on his cock for Tim to hold, play with, and generally get used to without feeling embarrassed. The other men gave Zack's action no attention, like it was expected procedure or the most natural thing he could do for the young man. Young Tim didn't move his hand away for the rest of the evening. He held a fist full of love and he wasn't about to let go. All the men genuinely wished Tim well. There were no snide remarks or jeers at either Tim or Zack. Everyman wished only healthy good wishes for Tim's first time, telling him he was in the best of hands, and he was in for a memorable, enjoyable evening with Master Zack.

Everyman told him they'd be proud and honored to share a bed with Master Zack. Dan Yates hugged Tim and told him he chose well. Big Beryl gave Zack a pat on the back and smiled in a knowing, approving, parental manner. He knew Zack would be good, kind, and for his first time, gentle with the boy. Zack was a bit apprehensive about the situation but hid it from Tim. Besides, he had the family to buffer Tim's falling in love with him. Zack was more afraid of himself falling in love with young Tim. He was not prepared to take someone that young and never gave it a thought he might be the one Tim chose. He was flattered and honored Tim picked him from all the fine looking men. He would do his best to see Tim's first time was a structured but loving experience. Zack would have Tim perform some minor sub tasks and teach him the ritual master/slave greeting. Above all he knew he must allow himself to enjoy Tim because that's something hard to fake in a master/slave relationship. After all, the only purpose of a slave is for his master's enjoyment.

Zack was a wise and giving man. He understood even that fundamental he would have to teach young Tim. His brothers felt pride as they watched Zack and Tim unhurriedly walk toward the outside stairs to Tim's room. Tim and Zack were engrossed in conversation before Zack decided it was time for them to leave. Zack put his arm around Tim, pulled him close as they walked. He listened intently to Tim and found him intelligent and insightful. He was enjoying the young man's perspective on things. They reached the top of the stairs. Zack stopped Tim after he opened the door and pulled him into his arms. He held him and looked into the young man's beautiful eyes.

Tim blushed and looked at him unsure of Zack’s intentions, but Zack didn't hold him in suspense. "I appreciate this is your room, your space, we're entering, but we have to make a shift here. When we cross the threshold, for tonight, you will belong to me. You will be my slave. Otherwise, I can't cross the threshold. If you agree to accept me as your master for our time together and agree to be my slave, show your master your love and give me a kiss," Zack demanded.

Tim looked at the handsome, mature man holding him, blushed again, then drew himself to his complete height. "I feel so lucky, honored, and proud, Master Zack, to accept you as my master, and I will gratefully kneel and pay homage to your boots as your slave with a glad heart," he said.

Tim moved slowly toward Master Zack and Zack met Tim to welcomed his kiss. That kiss sealed a master/slave contract for the evening. Zack crossed the threshold, turned, and offered his hand to Tim. Tim smiled and followed his master into the room. He quietly closed the door behind them. What followed for Tim was far more wonderful than he imagined. The other men's generous statements about Zack were far below what he felt for Master Zack after that evening. He allowed Master Zack to take complete control and followed his orders as best he could. Tim wanted nothing more than to please the ruggedly handsome man. Zack surprised himself. He got into being with Tim and took him further than he might have imagined. Tim responded well and by the time Zack was ready to take him it was so natural it seemed like a dream to both. As his Master, Zack was gentle with Tim but found his young slave responding to him begging him for more. Zack didn't hold back. When they finished and were enjoying the closeness of each other, Zack complimented the young man.

"You'll make a fine slave for a good master, Tim. You followed and gave your all to please me. This evening was your rite of passage. In the morning when you awaken, you'll be a man, but as your master, I retain the right to hold onto and love the beautiful boy in my arms until the morning light. Then I'll be the first to kiss you and congratulate you on your passage into manhood. To this day Tim still runs into his first master socially. After paying homage to his boots and showing Zack his love, Tim never fails to once again whisper his thanks. Tim always remembered how Zack took him for his first time with love, strength, intelligence, and dignity.

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At the Riviera the four of us knocked on the door to Master Ben's penthouse suite. He and Harry met us at the door. Master Ben was again dressed in handsome Western clothes and embraced each of us, especially Steve. He was happy Steve could join us. "I had a feeling you would like these men, Steve. I see you've latched onto one of the finest looking ones," he joked and complimented Cal.

"Yes, Master Ben. Master Cal assures me he's not a master, but I think of him that way. I enjoy serving him whether it's food or anything else," Steve said and giggled, "He doesn't seem to mind if I refer to him as my master, sir," Steve said. Everyone laughed.

"Come, let's have drinks and dinner. Then, will you gentlemen be so kind as to take me gambling with you? Again I would ask, Master Red, if you and Cowboy would be so kind as to let me cover your bets? I have a good feeling about this evening," Ben said.

Red smiled and nodded his approval. "Of course, Ben, although we don't know how 'on' any of us will be at the moment, but good company sometimes brings good luck. We'll see," Booger allowed.

We enjoyed another wonderful dinner with the prince and this time Harry joined us. Harry was a joy. He could tell tales about the wildest situations he got himself into and the prince came to his rescue, sometimes as the prince and other times as a disinterested third party. Master Ben seemed to laugh as hardy as we did at Harry's exploits. They seemed to have formed a bond of friendship they treasured. Steve proved himself a good conversationalist and fit right into our crowd. Cal was well mannered and impressed me with his knowledge of some things we talked about. All in all, it was an enjoyable, successful evening.

Master Ben decided to go gambling with us in his casual clothes. When we appeared with him in the casino the head pit boss greeted the prince quietly and led us to a private roulette table. Master Ben's chips were waiting for him for which he signed a piece of paper. He staked each of us a thousand dollars to be played in any denominations we wished. I chose fifty cents per chip and so did Cal and Steve. Red decided to be a bit bolder and chose dollar chips. No one had to ask what amount Master Ben's chips were worth. We started out winning and losing. Master Ben was doing all right by himself, but all of a sudden, Steve started calling thirty to one shots, straight up, and Master Ben asked Steve if he could cover. Of course Steve gave his permission for any of us to cover if we wished. I didn't but the other three did and were winning heavily.

We were having a good time, drinking and laughing. Master Ben was relaxing and enjoying himself. He enjoyed our company. We were having fun with each other. A crowd gathered to watch and out of nowhere a man with a gun appeared and aimed it directly at Master Ben. Without thinking I grabbed Master Ben, threw him to the floor with myself on top of him. Steve threw himself at the gunman as he pulled the trigger. Steve slumped to the floor on top of the gunman and Cal stomped the man's hand with his heavy boot dislodging the gun. Security men from the casino were there in an instant holding the gunman for the police who were on their way in the front door.

Harry wanted Master Ben to leave immediately and so did the hotel security. He would have none of it. He wanted to see about Steve and be with him. Steve took a bullet through his side. Cal was stunned not knowing what to do. I was the first one to Steve, turned him over, and took him in my arms. The blood was gushing out of his side. I knew I had to put pressure on the wound or he would quickly bleed to death. "A shirt. Someone gimme' their shirt!" I yelled. Five men ripped off their shirts but Master Ben was the first with his. I didn't question, I just took it, barked at Ben to hold Steve, he took my place and I quickly shoved Ben's shirt into Steve's wound and gently but firmly held it in place. He looked at me and grimaced a little in pain. "Am I going to die, Cowboy?" he asked quietly.

"Not on my watch, you crazy som'bitch! Heroes ain't allowed to die, ya' hear!" I growled at him strongly and grinned real big, "I got the flow of blood stopped. The medics are on their way in the door as we speak and I got plenty O-negative blood to give you when we get you to a hospital. Just don't go to sleep," I demanded.

"I'm O-negative, too, Steve. You shall have my blood as well my young friend," Master Ben said.

"Forget yours, Cowboy, I'd rather have the royal blood. I've always wanted to be a princess," Steve's joke made us laugh. He was a love. I felt so bad he was in pain and Master Ben felt worse. Fortunately, the bullet missed any major organs and the local hospital was able to patch him up just fine, but little Steve lost a lot of blood and was weak. Master Ben and I gave a pint of blood to Steve. So did Cal and Booger. They were both O-negative as well. Steve almost bled to death. If I hadn't shoved Master Ben's shirt into his wound he would have. Cal was distressed his little buddy was shot. He became very attentive and wouldn't leave Steve's side. We practically had to drag Master Ben away as well.

Little Steve and I became instant heroes in Vegas. The press arrived and our faces along with Master Ben, Red, and Cal's were plastered over every newspaper in the U.S. There was a picture of Master Ben holding Steve with blood all over him and me along side Ben holding his shirt in Steve's wound waiting for the paramedics to arrive. I was putting pressure on his wound to slow the bleeding. Master Ben was no less impressed I threw myself on top of him to protect him than he was Steve taking a bullet for him. He was beside himself with regret for both of us. He was wowed I knew enough about emergency medicine to slow the bleeding in Steve's wound. Master Ben ended up with as much blood on him as I did.

The gunman turned out to be a member of a fanatical, right wing, Arab religious group opposed to Master Ben's family rule. His family immediately sent several of his family to be with him and to meet the two young American heroes who saved his life. Unbeknown to Master Ben, his father, the Sultan of Bahrain was in Los Angeles and flew immediately to Las Vegas in his private jet to be with his son.

By that time, my family in Tucson saw the Newspapers. Mrs. Russell brought them in with her to fix breakfast and got everybody up. Big Beryl read the papers to all as Mrs. Russell fixed breakfast. The men filled Dan Yates in about Master Ben and the money I sent him. They knew little Steve as he waited on them in the restaurant and spent the night between Master Zack and Big Cal. They related how charming and wonderful Steve was to them. They decided to leave before noon with Tim and return to Las Vegas. Mrs. Russell and Dan urged them to. They were concerned and wanted them to call as soon as they had any news. Dan called my dad and Uncle Joe to tell them. It hit the Dallas Morning News but not the local paper. Dad picked up a copy of the Dallas Morning News at the local Newspaper-Magazine Shop. The next day the local headlines read; 'Our Cowboy Saves Sultan Prince's Life In Vegas.' 'Local Man Billy Gunn III, a Hero.'

Steve was still in the hospital when my family got back to Vegas. The doctors wanted to release him, but Master Ben's family insisted he stay a couple more days. They paid for everything. Steve wanted for nothing. He merely had to mention something he wanted, and someone got it for him. His room looked like a damn garden paradise. There were flowers everywhere. There were flowers in the hallway. Steve sent flowers to the children's ward. People from all over Las Vegas and the Southwestern United States sent him flowers. People in Washington D.C. sent him flowers. The President and first lady sent him flowers. The governor of Nevada sent him flowers. The Hotel sent him flowers. Entertainers and movie stars sent Steve and I flowers. We could barely get off the elevator on our floor there were so many flowers in the hallway. They finally stopped taking flowers to Steve's room and adorned the lobby of the hospital.

We each got a letter from the President commending us for our bravery and quick thinking, but for all the 'hoop-la' one thing meant more to Steve than any other. Big Cal fell in love with him. Cal was so moved and touched by Steve's unselfish action he fell deeply in love with his little buddy. What no one knew but Cal, Steve, and Red was that Steve threw himself in front of the gunman with no thought to saving Master Ben's life; he did it to protect Cal. As it turned out he also saved Master Ben's life. The three men didn't say a word, and I didn't either after Master Red told me. It made sense, although in situations like that, one just responds without thinking who you're trying to protect. Little Steve unwittingly saved two lives, Cal's and Master Ben's. Nevertheless, he was a brave little man and deserved the love and attention he got.

Steve was finally released from the hospital, and our family was there to greet him on his return to the hotel. He was in a wheelchair and the entire staff of the hotel turned out for him. Master Ben made arrangements for a private room for him and Cal near his suite, and insisted Steve not worry. To relax, heal, enjoy himself and our family and all his needs would be seen to. Harry was promoted from driver to coordinating secretary for the prince, a job Harry was born to do. He saw to everyone's comfort. Harry said it was more like being a social director on a cruse ship with an unlimited budget. Master Ben brought his three brothers and his father to meet Steve, me, and our family in Steve and Cal's room. Tim was impressed by the Arabs in their native costumes and was fascinated with Master Ben. He thought he was one of the finest looking men he ever saw.

Ben's father, the Sultan, hugged Steve, kissed him and took a ring from his hand with a ruby in it that would choke a camel and handed it to Steve. He placed it in his hand and closed Steve's fist around it. Steve started to protest. Master Ben looked at him and shook his head for Steve not to refuse his father's gift. He must accept the gift. Steve simply and gently took the old man's hand and kissed the back of it and placed it against his forehead. The old man began to weep at Steve's gesture of thanks and hugged him again.

Then the Sultan came to me. I bowed from the waist. He grabbed me, hugged me, kissed me on both cheeks, took a ring from his other hand with an enormous emerald in it, placed it in my hand and closed my fist around it. I followed Steve's example and gently kissed the back of his hand and placed it against my forehead. He again shed tears and hugged me. He spoke something in Arabic to Master Ben. "He wants to know where these men learned to be so humble and gracious to foreigners? What shall I tell him?"

"The truth works well in most cases, Ben," Big Beryl came to the rescue. Master Ben spoke to his father in Arabic, his father's eyes lit up and he shook his head knowingly.

"He wants to know if you gentlemen would accept some of our slaves for training?" Master Ben laughed knowing his father was making a joke. Then his father was more serious and spoke again sternly to Master Ben, then said something more gently and hugged him.

"My father wanted to remind me that it is tradition in our country and religion if a man saves your life, you owe him your life. In effect, your life becomes his. Therefore, my life is in Cowboy and Steve's hands. I have become your servant. Furthermore, my father has long warned me against making American friends because he feared the worst for me. He no longer feels that way and thinks I have found some worthy men to befriend," he said. My family applauded and bowed to the Sultan.

"What Cowboy and Steve don't know is, by accepting those rings, they are now associate members of the Royal family of Bahrain. They have full Royal privileges and a yearly stipend from the treasury for the rest of their lives. But to me, the greatest thing, Gentleman, Steve and Cowboy, you have become my brothers."

I went to Master Ben and knelt in front of him before his father, his brothers, and my family. I kissed each of his boots and found his hand waiting. I kissed the back of it and placed it against my forehead and held it there. "Rise my brother and show me your love." I rose and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on each cheek. Master Ben looked me directly in the eyes. "That isn't going to get it, Cowboy," he said and smiled real big. He planted a big one right on my mouth in front of everyone. It definitely was not a brotherly kiss. I figured he knew what he was doing so I wasn't about to hold back from my new brother. My family started applauding and so did the Sultan. His sons followed their father's lead. Steve slowly got up from his wheelchair with Cal's help and performed the same ritual with Master Ben. There were tears in everyone's eyes. The Sultan was crying holding Master Ben and Steve together. Master Ben's hard looking brothers were even weeping and holding the two men. They were impressed by our acts of humility and graciousness.

The Sultan noticed young Tim and asked about him. Once again Master Beryl our family sage told Master Ben to tell him the truth. Master Ben did and the old man took off another of his rings and gave it to Tim. Closed his hand around it gently, hugged, and kissed the boy on both cheeks. Tim observed what Steve and I did and followed suit. The old man hugged Tim to himself and said something to Ben. "He would love to take him and raise him as his own. He says he's so pretty he should only be for men," Ben related to us. We all laughed. We have a saying in our country, "Men are for pleasure, women are for babies," Ben said and grinned. There were no arguments from my family.

"Tim, Master Ben is now your brother," I whispered to Tim. Tim went to Master Ben and looked deep into his eyes and then slowly knelt before him. He lovingly kissed each of his boots as we did and found Ben's hand waiting for him. He kissed it and placed it to his forehead to await further orders.

"Arise my brother and show your brother your love," Ben said. Tim rose slowly, threw his arms around Ben's neck and didn't bother with the cheeks. Tim kissed him directly on his mouth to the 'Awws' of the assembled crowd. There was no doubt in anyone's mind at that moment who would become Tim's master, including Ben's father. The old man couldn't have been happier, he thought Tim was delightful.

Oh, yes. You're wondering about the family stipend? Wasn't much. Only a quarter of a million a year, each. Steve almost came unglued at the hinges. It was a tidy sum to start a new romance in the late sixties. Young Tim was set for life and as an associate member of the Royal family of Bahrain, he was no longer subject to the draft. He now held dual citizenship as did Steve and I. We each received a check within three days from the Bank of Bahrain for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Tim almost fainted. Steve did. Cal had to change his Wranglers.

I was able to open an account at the Riviera, and I sent my dad a hundred thousand. Fifty for my account at home and fifty for him and Uncle Joe to do with as they pleased. I sent Dan Yates another check for fifty thousand dollars with a note to put it in our rodeo account to do with as he pleased. If he needed it to run the ranch, to buy more stock, whatever. Use the money as he saw fit. I sent Master Walker another five thousand dollars for any additional money needed for Leon's Christmas present and to board and feed Dolly and Madison. He and Xander saw me in the papers and showed it to Leon. They were proud and amazed. I had a cashier's check made out for ten thousand dollars to Mr. Lester Thornton and sent it home to my old fishing buddy.

I kept a hundred thousand for Red and me to live on. I knew Red and I were going to be traveling and we might need money for living and bike repairs or even new ones if we chose. I didn't know where we were going next but probably to accompany Tim to Los Angeles to enter training with Master Jeb and Master Jim. I had four checks left blank so I could make them out to whomever, wherever we were. All I had to do was write my name in the space.

Master Jim took a shine to Tim. I don't think he was as interested in Tim sexually as he was in being a mentor for him. Tim began to defer more and more to Big Jim and Master Beryl on all things. He looked upon Master Beryl as a God-like figure who would neither lie to him nor steer him wrong. He saw Big Jim as a loving big brother replacement for Buck. Of course, Master Zack became the object of Tim's affections. Zack didn't hold back from Tim either, but he carefully explained their lives were probably going to take different paths. He would always love, and cherish the memory of Tim's first night. They developed a loving, trusting relationship that exists to this day.

Tim sent his mother most of his money. Tim surprised me. When I told him I'd sent Dan Yates fifty thousand to do with as he pleased, he thought that was a great idea and sent Dan fifty thousand as well. He confided in me, he always wanted Dan to be his dad. Dan Yates was beside himself with the financial windfall. All the little things that needed to be done around the ranch he suddenly had the money to get done. Mrs. Russell didn't change her life style much. She continued to take care of the generous man who had seen to her comfort and her son's well being all these years. She wasn't about to desert Dan Yates. I got a letter from Dan sent to Los Angeles. It was there when we arrived with Tim. Tim got one, too.

Dearest Cowboy,

What can I write from my heart you don't already know. There are no words to thank you for your generosity and kindness. I can only write the words that may upset you (I don't mean to) but I must tell you what's in my heart. I love you. I miss you, and I need you. When Buck and your Uncle Bud told you, you had to live for four people and I was one, I thought, 'Yes, I need him to help me heal.' However, after staying with me last summer, I now know what they meant. I do need you, Billy. You're doing what you have to do, I know now. Buck came to me, and I understand. I'm proud of you, Son. Your dad is so proud of you he floats six inches off the floor when anyone speaks your name. Your Uncle Joe, too. And Lester, well let's just say he would nominate you for sainthood if he could.

I know you'll return to me so I won't burden you by asking when. Promise me in your heart, when the time is right, you'll come to me as fast as safety will allow. I won't write again as I don't want to pressure you or put you in an awkward position. Go with God, and know we're both being watched over by a pretty fierce bunch of cowboys. We're the lucky ones. Pity our poor Father who has to ride herd on them. Keep your good heart strong for me,

All my love, Dan

I asked Master Beryl if he would keep Dan's letter for safe keeping so my master wouldn't see it. I didn't want there to become a contest between the two men for my love. I loved them both, but I knew I had to be with Booger at the moment. Things began to settle down. We spent the rest of the week in Las Vegas. We saw quite a lot of Master Ben. His brothers left, but his father stayed on for several days. His father was a wonderful man and got to know our family better. We were respectful of his position and careful to show him the proper courtesy and respect his status demanded. Young Tim spent a lot of time with Master Ben. The Sultan couldn't have been happier. He had two sons instead of one to love and he thought Tim was one of the finest young men he ever met. Tim started picking up Arabic and sat for hours at a time learning the language from the old man.

Tim discovered he had a natural penchant for languages. It was decided Tim was to go to Los Angeles with our family and enter slave training to become Master Ben's personal property. Master Ben's new little brother was to become his slave. Then he was to enter U.S.C. in Foreign Affairs Studies. He was going to study Middle Eastern Culture and Arabic. He would live with Master Jeb and Jim while attending school. Master Ben also sent to Bahrain for his favorite slave Keshan to go through slave training with Master Jeb and Jim as soon as Tim finished and was inducted into the McInnis Clan. He was going to make the same arrangements for Keshan to attend U.S.C. to become a doctor. He, too, would live with Master Jeb and Jim while he attended school.

Tim and Keshan became good friends and supported each other's school work. Keshan helped Tim with his Arabic and cultural studies and Tim helped Keshan with his English. They spent many hours together discussing and practicing the two languages. After two years of college and study, Master Ben and his two slaves returned to Bahrain for a holiday and rest period. Master Ben's father, the Sultan, was overjoyed at the progress of the two men and was so impressed by Tim's fluency in the language he personally took the three men everywhere in the country. The Sultan had big plans for young Tim. Naturally, Master Ben and Tim visited Tucson many times. Mrs. Russell fell in love with Master Ben. Even Dan was impressed with the love Ben had for Tim. Tim became his reason for living. Tim worked hard in school and every accomplishment Master Ben raved about and shared with Dan and Mrs. Russell.

Mrs. Russell found herself with more money than she knew what to do with. She bought a new double wide trailer she put on the back of Dan's place. She wasn't about to abandon him. For all her money she still cooked, washed his clothes, and kept his house. Dan wasn't shy about using some of the money I sent him regularly. He made significant improvements in the property and even bought an adjacent ranch that was abandoned and was being sold for back taxes. His ranch became the single largest working ranch in Arizona.

Booger and I escorted Tim back to Los Angeles with Master Earl, Zack, Beryl, Big Jim, Bull, and Charlie. Cal stayed on in Vegas with Steve. Little Steve went back to his apartment with Cal. They stayed there for a while, long enough for Steve to buy and learn to ride a bike and they, too, came to Los Angeles. Cal wanted Steve to go through slave training. Steve couldn't wait. He would do anything for Cal and proved it. It was one of the most solid bondings between master and slave our family ever witnessed. At Steve's ceremony of acceptance into slavery and induction into the clan, not only master Ben but his father, the Sultan of Bahrain, came to witness Steve become a slave. The old man was moved to tears by the ceremony. He hugged and kissed Steve and wished him and Cal his best. Cal and Steve were inducted into the Clan.

Master Ben grew closer to the family and was in constant contact with all of us. He seemed to revel in any visit when we could spare the time to come his way. He treated us like visiting royalty. He always put us up, paid for everything, wined and dined us until we became so embarrassed we went home. The desk clerk was now our best friend. It was Mr. Gunn, Mr. McInnis, Mr. Red and so on. "Are you comfortable in your rooms? Can we get you anything? Room service? We have a special team for your floor. Just pick up the phone and let me know what you need," he gushed.

He was paid handsomely in gratuities. Beryl and I couldn't wait to get away with our family and make funny comments about the desk clerk. He and I inspired each other's wickedness and Beryl could be enormously funny. Master Ben made many trips to Los Angeles and stayed with Master Jeb and Jim. Ben said he was more comfortable staying with them than he was in a guarded hotel in Las Vegas. He could be himself with his two slaves and not have to put on airs. When he came for a visit the entire family turned out to pay their respects and party at Jeb and Jim's. He was treated with respect but just like any other family member.

Tim secretly contacted the Sultan, knowing he would be in Los Angeles on a certain date and told him our clan would like to induct Master Ben into our family. It was a big surprise for Master Ben when everyone came and he was inducted as an official family member into the Clan McInnis. When his father appeared to give his blessing Master Ben became emotional. The old man was learning more and more English from Tim and Keshan. They were patient with him, and he loved their company. They were polite and courteous with the Sultan which further endeared them to him. They became more than his son's consorts/slaves they became his beloved companions. One or the other was always by the Sultan's side, translating for him or interpreting meanings of words.

Tim became fiercely loyal to Master Ben, the Sultan, and the Arab cause. Even though he was born and raised American none of the Sultan's sons dared question his loyalty to his two masters. Hell, Tim slept with the Sultan most of the time, especially when the Sultan wasn't taking care of his modest harem of thirty wives. Tim offered himself to the Sultan, but the old man never took advantage of Tim. He held him in his arms and kissed him gently but would always turn over and go to sleep. One evening in conversation, Master Ben laughed and shared with our family if he wanted his father to do something, he gave up a long time ago trying to convince him himself. He simply told Tim or Keshan what he wanted, and they got the old man to do it.

Tim loved the Sultan like a grandfather and Keshan saw him as a God. Perhaps, that's why the old man came to prefer Tim because even though Tim worshiped the Sultan and loved him dearly, Tim treated him like a revered, honored friend and could laugh and joke with him. Tim could get away with some of the most wicked jokes not even Master Ben dared. Tim would have the sedate, stoic old man in stitches laughing at something Tim told him in jest. Ben said he never saw his father express so much joy, happiness and laughter as when Tim was with him. Tim could do no wrong in the eyes of the Sultan, but Tim never tried to take advantage of his closeness.

The slave training Master Jeb and Jim provided left an indelible imprint on Tim's brain he was first and foremost a slave for the use of the men who owned him. No matter how well they treated him he would always need to be their possession. In fact, Tim gave himself to the Sultan in an official document he had drawn up, with Master Ben's permission. It was written in English and Arabic and clearly stated Tim was to be not only Master Ben's slave but the Sultan's as well, but he still remained a slave within the family Clan McInnis. The Sultan was deeply touched by Tim's decision and for the first time took him to his bed and allowed the young man to pleasure him. He, too, like his son, fell deeply in love with Tim. He always said Tim was so pretty he should only be for men. Tim was the only person other than Master Ben the Sultan allowed to address him as 'Honored Father.'

* * * * * * *
Booger and I left Los Angeles and were going on our own to get away from everything. We were happy and content with each other or at least I though we were. It wasn't a difficult job being Booger's slave. We settled into an easy life with each other and grew to love each other even more. We were together almost two years at that time when we hooked up with a group of quasi-outlaw bikers called the Hot Dawgs who roamed the Southwest. A few of them were a nefarious lot who would sell their grandmother into prostitution for a bag of 'go-fast' dust. However, there was some damn good looking men who rode with them and not all of them were bad.

There was one big biker name Spider with the body of a pro football player who was a mean son of a bitch. He had the sweetest man for a slave. The kid was named Mutt because he was so ugly he looked like a mutt. Few people ever knew Mutt's disfigured face was the result of his service in Nam. Almost half his lower face was blown off by a land mine, but the army did little to repair it. I liked Mutt. He was pleasant, well met, humble, intelligent, and loyal. What more could you want in a dog faced boy? He was also a damn good cowboy who could give me a good run with a rope.

Mutt fell in love with Spider and let him talk him into becoming his slave. He tried his best to please and pleasure Spider, but the man wouldn't be pleased with anything Mutt did for him. Spider was a mean spirited nasty drunk. He beat Mutt up regularly – not just a little either – head bashing, bone breaking shit. When Spider took his first drink on a Friday afternoon everyone in camp knew Mutt was going to get beaten up that night. He couldn't do anything right enough to please a drunken Spider. He never fought back even though Spider taunted him. Mutt knew a good slave would never raise a hand to his master. Mutt would later apologize for Spider and make lame excuses for his master.

Everyone in camp loved Mutt, but damn few liked Spider. There were rumors Spider killed three people point blank in cold blood. There were witness from several families. They were threatened by Spider if they said anything he'd find them and kill them. He meant it, too. They were scared to death of him and justifiably so. Red liked Mutt and would often ask Mutt to join us for dinner if Spider wasn't around. Another handsome man rode with the Hot Dawgs who was one of the good looking men I met at the Johnson ranch before I went to boot camp. He was Harlen Boone or Harley as everyone called him. One evening Mutt was sitting with the three of us, me, Red, and Harley. We saw Spider ride back into camp. Mutt ran to their tent so he could be there if his master needed him.

Spider was drunker than a lord, yelling all sorts of vile things and making outrageous accusations about Mutt. Mutt loved Spider with all his heart. Spider was the only man to show him attention when he first came around the group. He used Mutt but not in a good way. He would abuse him, make fun of him, and laugh at him behind his back. Spider would call him 'Jo-jo the dog face boy.' Spider started beating Mutt pretty bad. It got worse until you couldn't even hear Mutt respond to Spider's blows. Finally, Harley looked at Red and me with a mean, disgusted look on his face. "I've had just about enough of his bullshit," Harley growled, got up, and started toward Spider's tent.

"Lead the way, Brother, we're right behind you,"Red agreed. He jumped up and was right behind Harley.

"Amen, Brother! We got chore' back," I added as I jumped up and followed.

We couldn't have arrived at a better time. Spider picked up a tire iron someplace and was about to bring it down across Mutt's skull when Harley reached up and grabbed it out of his hand. "You've done enough wailing on that kid for one evening, you cowardly son of a bitch," Harley told him.

"That's fine, I'd just as soon mess up your pretty face, Cocksucker," Spider pulled back to take a big haymaker at Harley. Harley ducked and took out one of Spider's knees with the tire iron. It only enraged Spider. He got up and lunged at Harley. Red put his boot out, tripped Spider, and Harley took Spider's other knee out. Spider was hurting, but he was also drunk and didn't know when to give up. He made one more lunge at Harley, and I tripped him. Harley brought the tire iron down across his head, just hard enough to turn his lights off. Spider was out.

We rushed in to Mutt who was strangling in his own blood. I made him open his mouth, hit him sharply on his back a couple of times and he spit out a combination of fluids and blood from his lungs. He was hurt pretty bad. Numerous bones in his face and jaw were broken. His left arm was broken in two places. His right leg was broken. There were several broken ribs. Not just fractured, completely broken. One was about to puncture his lung. He suffered major trauma to his skull. He was bleeding out his broken nose and from three or four teeth Spider knocked out of his mouth. He was mess. He looked like a locomotive ran into him coming down a steep grade. We were camped in a camping area near Desert Hot Springs. It was agreed we had to get Mutt to a hospital or doctor and then take care of his bike.

"If we let him be, Spider will kill him when he comes around. He'll do him in out of rage because we stood up for him," Harley said. "If we take him to a local hospital, Spider will find him and who knows what will happen. We have to hide Mutt until we can get him under the protection of our family." Red and I agreed.

"I know where we can take him and then hide him 'til he can travel," I volunteered.

"Where's that, Son?" Red asked.

"Bob Ducey and his slave have their camper. If we can talk them into carrying Mutt to the hospital in Yucca Valley, which is only thirty minutes from here, we could get his slave Ty to ride Mutt's bike to the hospital. We can call our family member in Joshua Tree, go pick him up and he'll ride Mutt's bike to his place to store it for him. Then, when Mutt gets patched up, I'm sure Master Zack will help us and let Mutt recuperate at his place."

"I agree, sounds like a good plan, Son," Master Red said.

"Yeah, thanks, Cowboy. I forgot about Zack's place. I ain't been there in so long. Zack's a good man," Harley added.

Master Ducey and his slave, Ty, were more than willing to help. They both loved Mutt but hated Spider, and Ty was Spider's cousin. Their fathers were brothers. They weren't afraid to get involved even though they knew what a menace Spider was. I didn't think Mutt would be in the hospital long and the sooner we got him to Zack's the better. I called Master Zack. "Master Zack, this is Cowboy calling. How are you?" I asked.

"I'm fine, Cowboy, and how the Hell are you and your good master? It's good to hear your voice again," he said.

"Thank's, Master Zack, I appreciate that. We’re just fine, sir. I hate to call just 'cause we need your help, but knowing the kind of man you are, I ain’t afraid to ask," I said.

"Well, Cowboy, you and Red, above all people should know all you gotta' do is give me a call. What can I help you with?" I briefly outlined what happened and Master Zack said he'd come to the hospital right away. He, too, was fond of Mutt. Master Ducey and Ty wanted to help as much as they could and were willing to have Ty ride Mutt's Harley to Master Zack's. Master Zack joined us and almost threw up when he saw his friend in such a terrible shape. Mutt was patched up and released that evening with specific instructions to me about his care. He was doped up pretty heavily and they gave us further pain medication. They told us to bring him back in five days if there were no complications and sooner if there was. Master Red, Master Ducey, Harley, Ty and I stayed a couple of days taking care of Mutt and talking to him. He was miserable but not from the pain. He was upset he wasn't with his master taking care of him. My master had a way of bringing the light of day into a dark room.

"You're taking crazy, Son. Mutt, your master tried to kill you, and if it hadn't been for Harley and Cowboy, here, you wouldn't be alive right now. You would be one dead motherfucker, and you talk about leaving to go to him? I don't think so, young man. I don't give a shit how dedicated a slave you wanna' be. That's goes beyond bullshit, boy, it ventures well in to the land of insanity. There comes a time when your friends have to step in and protect you from him and yourself. Stop moaning and groaning about that cold hearted bastard Spider. We don't wanna’ hear it. You ain't going back to him and that's final," Red said as the voice of authority. "You can call us any name you want, we don't give a shit. You need our help and the family’s protection right now whether you realize it or not. And, by God, we's just the group of men to see you're gonna' get it," Booger growled at him in his best master's voice.

Red walked over to Zack and talked in a low voice to him. Zack nodded his head and said he'd return in a minute. He returned with a leg iron and padlock with a six foot length of heavy chain. Before he knew what was happening, Master Zack and Red had the leg iron on Mutt's ankle and padlocked shut with the first link of the chain. They looped it around the base of the hospital bed they rented for Mutt and locked it to the frame. Even though Mutt’s leg was in a cast, they knew if he could, he was so obsessed with returning to his master, he would try to escape. They weren't going to let that happen.

* * * * * * *
Time began to pass quickly, and before I knew it, Booger and I'd been together going on three years. It was winter and we were staying in the Southern part of West Texas headed for Southern California and Baja. I grew closer to Master Red, and had no problem calling him my master and being his slave. I was learning to trust him more each day. I was happy with our life together. I needed what he could give me, and I just assumed he felt the same way about me. Booger and I talked because I didn't like the idea of being farmed out to another biker for their pleasure. I only wanted him, and felt I was the only person he wanted as well. He told me that night in Reno if I agreed to be his slave he wanted no other but me. I took him for a man of his word. Besides, I hadn't been through slave training or imprinting. I was young and still had my own ideas about what relationships should be. I wanted Red to be my master. I wanted to be his slave, but I was so in love with Booger, I didn't want to share him. Nor did I wish to share my body or love with any other man.

I was still so traumatized by my experience in Nam I needed the security of a solid relationship with Red. He provided everything I needed. I didn't want to be loaned out. I realize now I was wrong, but I was much younger then. If I wanted to be his slave I should’ve done as I was told and never questioned him. I was young, untrained, idealistic, headstrong, and stubborn. I didn't want to share Red and after he gave me to Master Ben I realized I didn't want Red to give me to anyone else. I became so addicted to animal sex with a demanding, controlling master, the thought of any other kind of sex had no appeal to me. I made no secret of the fact Booger Red spoiled me for any other man. There simply was no other man who could provide me with the sexual high Booger could. When you fall in love with a magnificent beast there's no going back to the land of ho-hum vanilla sex.

There was a single slave named T-bo who rode alone and was traveling with the Hot Dawgs. I never liked T-bo from the beginning and refused to give him the time of day. He was a lecherous little queen who was always causing trouble and stirring up shit. He made unfunny little sexual innuendos about anything you were talking about in normal conversation. Then he'd laugh his strange little nauseous laugh that sounded like Bevis or Butthead. He was effeminate, flamboyant, and loud with no manners or feelings for anyone who found themselves on the opposite end of his vicious tongue. The worst part was, he wasn't even cleverly vicious. He had a rat like little face and enough rings in his nose and ears to hang a shower curtain.

I knew he had the hots for Booger from the first; not because he thought Red was a good looking man, but because I had him. If someone as good looking as Cowboy (his thoughts) gave himself to Red to be his master then Red must be exceptionally wealthy, have something pretty special, or he wouldn't be riding with such a good looking slave. T-bo wanted anything he could get his hands on by hook or crook and was brazen enough to admit it. Old Booger did have something special, but T-bo was incapable of understanding it. I found out later, because we always seemed to have money, T-bo thought Red was the one with the money and Red was buying my affections and paying me to be his slave. T-bo set about to get Red for his own. He made no bones about it. He was going to get Booger to dump me and take him on as a slave. He told everyone in the camp including me. He made several comments about having lost his master in a bad bike accident and he was looking for another good master to serve, preferably one with lots of money. I tolerated him because Red found his brazenness amusing, but for the most part, Red just seemed to ignore him.

Some of the men, as in any biker gang, were good looking men. One in particular was really hot. He looked like a movie star, a young Errol Flynn. His name was Blaine. He was an ex-GI like me and was in Nam. He was wounded, captured but managed to escape with the help of the same corpsman who helped Wes get back to safety. Blaine was an officer. Wes was in Blaine's platoon. Wes was a grunt like me. Blaine was a womanizer but would fuck anything that held still long enough. He and I struck up a friendship. That's all it was, a friendship, but Booger got it in his head Blaine wanted me. Blaine had no idea what he was talking about when we discussed it in private. He said he wouldn't mind going with me, but the thought hadn't crossed his mind. I liked him. He was a bit of a braggart, but I thought he was totally straight and telling me the truth.

One evening Booger decided to give me to Blaine. While I thought Blaine was an exceptionally good looking man, I didn't care to pleasure him and told my master so. I didn't want to go with him. I begged Red not to order me to do it. I only wanted him, and I reminded him of Cal and how proud he was of me to ignore Cal's advances and only want him. He knew how I felt. I didn't want to be farmed out especially to someone I wasn't interested in, other than friendship. Red got angry, started yelling and screaming, telling me I was his slave, and I damn well would carry out his order or suffer the consequence. I never saw Red so angry before, and I knew if I didn’t obey his order the consequence I might have to suffer wouldn’t be pretty. I was placed in a classic position of being damned if I did, and damned if I didn't. I had to choose the lesser of the two.

Again he ordered me to go with Blaine. Poor Blaine just shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to come along with him. I went with Blaine to settle Red down knowing what would happen. Blaine and I would talk for a while, maybe have a beer, and we'd both lie to Booger about great sex. Well, that's not what happened. Blaine confided to me he always wanted to suck a guy off to see what it was like. Since we liked each other, he knew I would keep my mouth shut, would I let him try?

"Hell, yes, Blaine. Get on it, Bro! No master/slave shit just get down on it and see if you like it," I encouraged him. With a few tips from me, Blaine got pretty damn good and really got into pleasuring me. He got me off in no time. He wasn't too shabby for his first blow job. He didn't spit my come out either. He said it wasn't bad and thought he could get used to it. Then I quickly sucked him off. It took me no time to get him off. He said no woman ever sucked him that good. I was beginning to wonder about Blaine.

I returned to our tent, opened the flap and there was Red with his dick in T-bo fucking him for all he was worth. He set the whole thing up so he could get rid of me and have time alone to fuck T-bo. I was stunned and hurt. Why? I don't know. I was young, twenty-two years old. I didn't necessarily believe in monogamy, but I needed the closeness and security a one on one relationship could provide at the time. It was part and parcel of why I agreed to be Booger's slave in the first place.

I needed the security a closed relationship he offered could provide. I was still healing from Nam. Red understood that. I talked to him many times and thanked him for his understanding. I was emotionally raw and still experiencing major flashbacks. Maybe, I just expected more from Booger than to order me to have sex with someone I wasn't interested in so he could fuck a piece of shit. That's what I thought of T-bo, a piece of shit.

I certainly had more respect for myself and wouldn't put up with that kind of crap from anyone, master or not. My time in Nam devastated me in many ways, but it also taught me to be a man and with God’s help I knew I could stand against any injustice, personal, or otherwise. Furthermore, I never lied to Red. I expected him to be honest with me. I felt betrayed and the house of cards we built over the past three years came tumbling down around me.

My basic impulse was to run. I couldn't cope with with Booger's deceitfulness. I was left with no options. I knew I had to get away. The thought of having sex with Red after he had his dick in T-bo nasty nelly ass repulsed me. I gathered my few belongings and threw them on my bike as T-bo exited our tent sneering like he really put one over on me and his plan to get rid of me was working just fine. Red came running out of the tent pulling up his pants.

"Wait a minute, Cowboy, you don't understand, let me explain," he growled at me.

"Explain what, Red? There's nothing to explain. You want T-bo? You got him. He's your slave now. I'm out a' here, Red, 'cause I sure as Hell ain't gonna' be no man's slave who prefers to fuck a piece of shit like that over me. You think you're gonna' stick your dick in me after having it in that pig you're crazier than the other bikers tell me you are," I slammed him. Red raised his arm to backhand me.

"Go ahead-on, Red. Do it! Seal the deal. Make me hate you as well as leave you," I challenged him. He lowered his hand.

"Where the Hell you think your going, Cowboy? Damn it, you're my slave, you always will be, and you know it," he growled at me.

"First of all, Red, I'm not thinking about where I'm going. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. Furthermore, you can't have me and T-bo for a slave. You want him? Let that nelly little faggot be your fuck'n slave. He made it clear from the start he was gonna' have you for a master and push me out of the picture. The worst part is, you went along with him; you allowed him to do it. So, Bobby-Buck, I concede, he's a better cocksucker than me, he won. I ain't your slave no more. I'm out of the picture. You got chore'self a new slave. Hope you don't get tired of him squealing like a pig when you fuck him. You're gonna' get awfully tired of living on a steady diet of oinker ass. I can't wait until you get rough with him. First time you hogtie him and grind your ass into his mouth he's gonna' leave you like an outbound freight. I got other people who want me and need me a damn sight more'n you seem to." With that I cranked my bike and rode away so angry and hurt tears were streaming down my face.

We were somewhere outside of Marfa, Texas and I headed for the boarder of Texas and New Mexico. I traveled North to Ft. Stockton to a small out of the way motel Master Beryl and I stayed in on the way to Tucson. I knew it had individual cabins. I could park my bike around behind the cabin in a small patio area, unseen by traffic. I was tired and angry. I didn't even bother to clean up. I threw myself across the bed and cried myself to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but it was late night. There came a knock on the door. I went to the door expecting the manager or anyone but Booger. There stood Red with his hat in his hand like a school boy who did something bad. He was the last person I expected, and I was shocked when I saw him standing there.

"Well, you found me. Now, go away. I don't want you no more, and you obviously don't want me," I said.

"Don't do this, Cowboy. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I apologize. I know you're hurt and angry. Let it go, it won't happen again, I promise," he said.

"I don't have nothing to say to you, Red. Go back to T-bo. He'll make you a good slave. You know, I might be able to understand you wanting to fuck a better looking man than me, Red, but T-bo? Where has your sense of self worth gone. You do remember your lecture to me about self-worth, T-bo's not only a move down the ladder, it's an insult to me, a slap in the face, a real wake up call, Red. Now, hit the road and go back to your new slave. The two of you deserve each other. I'm sure you'll be very happy with each other," I told him.

"You don't mean that, you love me and you know it; otherwise, you wouldn't be hurting so bad right now. I don't want T-bo for a slave. I want you for my slave, Billy," Booger said.

"I loved you once. Enough to give you everything you demanded. I'm sorry, Red, I had a hard time calling you 'master' to begin with because of all the shit I went through in Nam. Now, I ain't sure if I ever could again. Not after what happened yesterday. You cashed in all the trust I had in you and shoved it up T-bo's butt. I sure hope he was a good fuck; hope he was worth what you paid for it, 'cause your trust account with me has a zero balance. In fact, you’re overdrawn at the moment. Don't think I could ever trust you again, Red, and without trust, I ain't calling no son of a bitch my master! No other master in our family would treat their slave that way and you know it, Red. You didn’t even give me the benefit of the doubt by being honest with me and telling me you wanted to fuck T-bo. I know why, too. Get out of here, Old Man. I'll say it again, I don't want nothing to do with you no more."

"Look, Cowboy, I'm tired. It took me half the night to find you, and I ain't gonna' let you go until we settled this. Let me come in and rest."

"You want it settled, Old Man, no problem. Help yourself, the room's paid for," I let him come in and started getting my shit together.

"What chu' doing, Cowboy?" he asked.

"You can stay here, Red. Take your clothes off – lie down – rest. Make yore'self to home. Get comfortable. You want this settled, I'm settling it. I'm moving on. I don't want to stay with you no more. You smell like a pig, and I don't care to share your wallow," I said.

"Okay! Okay, I done wrong! I’ll admit it, Goddamn it! Gimme' a break, Cowboy! I never thought it would upset you this much. I realize I was wrong. I can see how much it hurt you, but I never meant to. Honest to God, I just didn't think you'd care that much. I thought at worse, you'd think it was funny and ironic I showed him what you had that little sissy would never be able to call his own. Stay with me, it won't happen again, I promise. I ain't gonna' let you go, Billy. I can't. I love you too goddamn much. I need you, Billy," he wailed.

I'd never seen Booger like this. My strong, defiant, imposing magnificent beast was reduced to a beggar. I continued to get my stuff together.

"You didn't think I'd care, Old Man? You didn't think I'd care? Then why the fuck did you sneak around and be deceitful about your tryst with T-bo? Oh, yes, and by the way, did you tell him you could only fuck him with half your cock because the other half belonged to me? I begged yore' ass not to make me go with Blaine, 'cause I only wanted you and you swore and be-damned over a year ago if I'd be your slave you didn't want nobody else neither.

“You don't love somebody when you force them to go with someone they ain't the least bit interested in so's you can have an excuse to fuck a pig behind their back. How would you like it if I'd lied to you, sneaked off behind your back to have Cal fuck me? Do you think you'd put up with that for a minute? Huh? Fuck no, you wouldn't. I didn't do that to you, and I sure as Hell could have. Cal wasn't even a pig, he was a damn good looking man.

“You knew I weren't interested in Blaine. As far as I'm concerned, your promise is just another lie, Red. Hell, you promised me from the start you only wanted me. You lied to me about that, too. What else are you gonna' lie to me about? 'Sides, Red, to stay I'd have to trust your promise it won't happen again. I already told you you're overdrawn on your account. I ain't gonna' trust you no more."

"You went with Ben. I didn't hear you protest," Red retorted.

"That's another goddamn lie. I did protest afterward as humbly as my station as your slave would allow, and you agreed for my sake not to do it again. You lied about that, too. While we're on the subject let me see your check for thirty thousand dollars from T-bo, Red. Besides, it was your idea. If it bothered you, you didn't have to play Santa Clause and give me to Ben, you could've said something about it before now and you ain't. So that's a moot point," I looked at him with disgust.

I started to leave and Red moved in front of the door. "I ain't letting you walk out on me again, Cowboy. This ain't no request, it's an order. Now settle down, take your clothes off, and let's go to bed."

"Fuck you, Booger. The idea of sleeping in the same bed with you disgusts me. You smell like too much like that pig-boy you been fucking," I growled at him. With that he backhanded me hard across the mouth sending me halfway across the room. To his amazement I laughed, got up, and wiped the blood away from my face still laughing at him. "Is this the way you want it, Red? Having to beat me up to get it, 'cause that's what you gotta' do. I ain't never raise a hand to you, Red, but I won't allow you to bully me this time. Now, move out of the way of the door, Old Man, or I'm gonna' take you out." I said in a very controlled, low, quiet voice.

Red knew I was deadly serious and would try my damnedest to take him out if he didn't move. For an instant I saw doubt cross Red's face as to whether I might be able to. He suddenly realized, I could. Then doubt changed to fear and fear changed to frustration and rage. He moved toward me to hit me again, but I moved out of the way. He lost his balance, stumbled, and fell on his face. I picked up my shit and walked out. Red stood in the doorway watching as I cranked my bike and rode away into the night.

End Chapter 10 ~ Booger Red & Cowboy
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