Booger Red & Cowboy
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 16
"I don't know what got into me, I usually don't tell someone I
just met about me and Sonny. Somehow, I trust you and Cowboy. I
felt you'd understand," Boots said to Red.
"I certainly do understand. For one thing, you can see there's a
large difference in Cowboy's and my age. I'm damn near twenty
years older than Cowboy. We bonded, and he wanted to be my slave.
I had the blessing of his dad who raised him and his Uncle Bud who
was his biological father. Sonny's, what, – twenty-one?" Asked Red
guessing.
"Yeah, last June fifteenth," Boots replied.
"There's not a large age difference between you and Sonny. You
must have been a kid when you had him," Booger said.
"I's twenty-one. I'm forty-two now," Boots said.
"Cowboy's twenty-two," volunteered Red.
"Damn, I'd swear he was older than that," Boots said.
"The kid's had a tough row to hoe. I understand what you're saying
and you're right, I'll tell you 'bout it later. Go on with what
you were telling me 'bout raising Sonny," Red encouraged Boots.
"Well, the biggest trouble is," Boots continued, "I fell in love
with the little shit, and I guess we're stuck with each other. I
could do worse, I suppose, so could he for that matter. I've had a
couple of guys try to take him away from me. He wouldn't go with
'em. I told him I wouldn't consider letting him go off by himself
or with some biker until he was eighteen. If he tried to run off
with some scoot bum before he turned eighteen, I'd search 'til I
found 'em, kill the son of a bitch who took him away from me, then
he'd have to come visit his old man in prison. I was serious, and
he knew it. He didn't want that.
"We got him a bike when he was old enough for a license. Once he
turned eighteen, I told him he could go if he wanted. He knows I
love him, always will, but if he felt like he needed to spread his
wings, go for it. I'd never admit it to Sonny, but if he took off
with some biker, Red, I don't know what I'd do. I love him so damn
much, I think it would kill me," Boots said softly, "I don't know
what I'd do without him. I woke up one morning a couple of years
ago and lay there looking at him stretched out 'long side a' me
and thought, 'My God, it was only last year he was my little
buddy, toddling after me, trying his best to run, giggling,
laughing, and yelling he was gonna' catch me.'
'I'm a' gonna' catch you, Daddy,' Boots said in a small voice.
Boots paused for a minute and turned his head away so Red wouldn't
see the tear he wiped away. "He grew into a man before my eyes,
and I didn't see it happen. Somehow, he went from a helpless
little blob of flesh to a handsome young man lying next to me over
night, and I missed it. 'How is that possible?' I thought to
myself.
“It was as if time went by so fast we went from one moment to the
next. My heart almost stopped, Red. He wasn't my little boy
anymore. He wasn't my little buddy. I was so used to showing him
love, it became a comfortable habit. I was so used to loving him,
I took Sonny and my need to love him for granted. He turned into a
good looking, young man who was growing up to look like me and it
struck me, not only did I love him 'cause he’s my boy, I'd fallen
in love with my son as a man. I'm still in love with him, Red.
Ain't never told him. Oh, I tell him I love him, I'm proud of him
and all that, but I ain’t never sat down with him, looked him in
the eye, man to man, and said, 'I'm in love with you, Son.' Maybe
one of these days.
"As I lay there looking at him, I though of all those times I
wish't he weren't around as a kid. When I couldn't run off and do
something I wanted, 'cause I had him to think about. I was
suddenly deeply ashamed of myself because I realized my investment
in raising him was worth ten times the temporary disappointment I
suffered because I felt trapped. I raised a good boy; one I'm
proud to call my son. Now, I realized he'd become a man. On one
hand, I was proud of him and myself to have come that far; on the
other, I saw a vast expanse of nothingness, loneliness, and
boredom should I lose him. It's one thing to live with a kid
dependent on you, but when you wake up one morning and you
suddenly realize you've become dependent on him, it can shake you
to your core; scare the holy shit out of you.
"Believe me, I understand?" Consoled Red, "When Cowboy left me, I
almost went crazy. It was over the Christmas, New Year's holidays
a couple of years ago. I bought a gun to end my misery on
Christmas eve. I got drunk and passed out instead; however, I
threw the gun away the next day. Ever thought about making Sonny
your slave, Son?"
"Oh, yeah, I've thought about it. He begs me to make him my slave.
I don't know. Lots of bikers have male slaves. I've seen good
slaves and bad slaves, same's I've seen good masters and some real
bastards. There's no reason some masters have to be so damn hard
nosed to their slave. If the son of a bitch had a teaspoon of
brains he could have his slave eating out of his hand, loving it,
and him. I always admired masters who had a well trained slave,
who were polite, had manners, served their master because they
bonded with him, love him, and wouldn't be happy doing anything
else. Those masters never tried to break their slave's spirit.
They love and respect their slave for what he brings to their
bonding. They're proud of him and encourage him to become an
extension of themselves.
"I sense that with you and Cowboy. Ain't nothing shy 'bout that
kid; yet, it's obvious he admires, respects, and loves you very
much. From what little you've told me, I get the same feeling from
you about him. Yet, there ain't no doubt in Sonny or my mind who’s
in charge. You don't demean him or humiliate him to let people
know you're his master. You don't have to. You're firm, in
control, but considerate of him. The respect and love which passes
between you leaves no doubt Cowboy is Booger Red's personal
property. That, to me, is how it should be between a master and
slave.
"I'm not sure how different that would be from what Sonny and I
have now. Most times he licks my old boots clean. I'll lie down in
the tent and throw my boots outside. I never ask him to clean 'em.
He just considers it his job. He's proud of his old man and knows
I'm proud of him for wanting to show the world he loves me enough
to want to be proud of me. I know that may sound convoluted, but
you get the idea. We have polish and rags for him to use. He
insists on using his tongue, and unless they're really dirty, he
won't use the rags. He'll sit there for an hour or more licking
and cleaning my dirty old boots; does a damn good job on 'em, too.
The other bikers walk by and razz him. Don't bother Sonny none.
They're his old man's boots, and they're gonna' be the cleanest in
the camp.
"When he got a little older, about fifteen, he drove me nuts for a
year begging me to let him sit on my dick. He got me thinking,
'cause he told me it was something he had to have. If I didn't
wanna' give it to him or couldn't 'cause I was straight he'd
understand, but sooner or later he was gonna' find a man who
would. He promised me he wouldn't until I gave him permission.
Again, I didn't want him getting into trouble with some biker who
might hurt him and ruin him for life. I've seen it happen to more
than one kid," Boots lamented.
"Yeah, me, too," Booger agreed.
"On his eighteenth birthday I bought him a enema kit for one of
his birthday presents. He opened it, looked at it for a minute,
started to ask me why I'd give him an enema bag for his birthday.
Then the lights came on. Son of a bitch! Ain't never seen a kid so
happy with a birthday present in my life. He hugged and kissed me,
thanking me and told me it was the best damn birthday gift he ever
got. He said I never had to give him another. He understood what
it meant, 'cause I'd told him how he had to prepare himself before
he gave himself to a man. That way, he wouldn't get hurt, and it's
just cleaner. He certainly knew what to do with it and cleaned
himself good.
I never stuck my dick in a man before. Never had sex with one,
except to let Sonny suck me off. Occasionally some master would
take pity on me and order his slave to suck me off, but nothing
more. When that kid finally took all of me up his little butt, I
thought I entered the gates of heaven. I knew at that moment I'd
probably never go back to cunt. He took one stroke with his little
butt, and I shot a load in him I thought would come out his mouth.
Now, I can't fuck him enough for either of us." The two men
laughed.
"He does what I tell him. He never questions anything I order him
to do. One day I pointed to a pile of dog shit on the ground, and
told him to pick it up and eat it. He never hesitated, didn't look
at me funny or nothing, walked over, picked it up and it was on
its way to his mouth when I knocked it out of his hand. He looked
at me like, why'd you do that dad I would've eaten it. I grabbed
him, held him and started crying. I told him I was only joking.
“I'd never ask him to do anything like that. Cleaning me out's a
different story," Boots said and rolled his eyes. The two men
laughed again. "He started that one night and got into it afore I
knew what he was doing. His little tongue hit something in there,
and I thought my guts were coming out through my cock, I came so
hard." Boots laughed.
"Excuse me for a minute, Boots, gotta' let some of this out and
help out a couple of thirsty young men," Booger allowed. Boots
grinned. Master Red took our bottles with him to the head. The
bartender was still sniffing the cunt at the end of the bar with
his back was turned to us most of the time. Master Red returned
with the bottles filled to the top. He handed me the first one and
Sonny the second.
"Thanks, Master," I told him.
"Thanks, Master Red, 'preciate it, I'll enjoy this," Sonny said
and he did. Sonny didn't want to drink it fast. He'd take a mouth
full and wouldn't speak to me for several minutes. I walked up
behind him as he was leaning over the table to make a shot and
speak in a low voice.
"Swallow it, Sonny. He'll let you have all you want as long as
you're polite, considerate, and respectful," I said. I heard him
gulp and we both fell out laughing.
"How'd ju' know?" Sonny asked laughing.
"'Cause I done the same damn thing," I replied. We laughed again.
Red sat back down to talk with Boots. I wondered what they were
talking about, 'cause old Boots was undressing me with his eyes.
The same way my old man in Mason looked at me when I knew he was
getting the hungries for some boy butt.
"What's your last name, Boots, if you don't mind me asking."
"Gunn," Boots replied. Red almost fell off his chair, hesitated
for a moment, gathered himself, cold shivers ran up his spine, he
shook his head as if to clear it and thought to himself, 'Holy
shit. These are the men who bear the same name as Cowboy. Somehow
they have to be the family members Buck said the Old Man would
send us. How can this be? This is too damn much! Calm yourself,
Red. You can play this out.' Booger thought to himself. Red went
white and was visibly shaken, but he found the calm he needed to
continue.
"You serious, Boots? How do you spell it?" my Master asked.
"G-u-n-n," Boots spelled out, "What's wrong, Red?" he asked
curiously, "You look kind of pale. Did I say something wrong?"
Boots asked.
"Oh, no, it's nothing. I saved the life of a buddy in Korea and
his last name was Gunn. Loved him a lot. We're still tight today.
You don't run into many people with that name. It's a little
unusual. Do you have any brothers or sisters, Boots?" Booger
inquired casually.
"None that I know of. I was an only child," Boots replied.
"Where was your family from, originally?" Booger asked.
"Some small town Northwest of San Antonio, Texas. It's right smack
dab in the middle of the state. I think the name of it was 'Mason'
or something like that. My great-granddad disinherited my granddad
and sent him packing when he found out he liked men as well as
women. Told him he neither wanted to see nor hear from him again.
No son of his was gonna' be no filthy sodomite. As far as the old
man was concerned, he was dead to his family. The only thing was,
the boy was his oldest and carried his name. He kicked his son out
when he was only fifteen. Well, he came out here to California and
got job. He settled here in Bakersfield, married, prospered and
had four kids, two boys and two girls. When he got on his feet,
got some money together, the first thing he done was have his name
legally changed. If he was dead to his family he sure as Hell
wasn't gonna' wear his old man's name for the rest of his life.
"I never could blame granddad, 'cause I loved him and he loved me.
He changed his name to Andrew Jackson Gunn. Everyone in town knew
him as Andy Gunn. For years he owned the only garage here in
Bakersfield. He mellowed as he got older and by the time my dad
come along he named him after his daddy, William Arthur Gunn."
Boots said.
"Say again, please, Boots. I'm not sure I heard you correctly,"
Red swallowed hard and choked on his beer to keep from spitting a
mouthful on Boots. He was leaning back in his chair, almost lost
his balance and fell. He couldn't believe what he just heard.
"William Arthur Gunn," Boots replied. Red didn't hear wrong. Boots
went on, "Granddad talked to me a lot. I was the only grandchild
what paid him much attention. He and I used to go fishing
together. You learn a lot about a man sittin' beside him fishing.
He wouldn't admit it, but I think naming my dad after his dad was
his way of forgiving his old man for what he done. However, he
never told nobody, not even my grandma, he was a 'junior' or he
had any family other than us. My grandmother never knew he changed
his name 'til years after they were married.
"My uncle, my dad's brother was killed in Korea and one of my
aunts died in child birth. My other aunt was an old maid school
teacher and passed away about a year ago, so I heard. Sonny and I
never had much to do with them. Shortly before his death, granddad
told his family he had a big family back in Texas. When his dad
cut him off he took him at his word and did the same to him. He
was honest with us and told us the reason why. He said as a young
man he had no sexual preference. He enjoyed both sexes equally. He
never lied to my grandma; she knew. He told her he would always
love her, give her children, support her and the kids, be with her
for life, but occasionally he might have a male dalliance. He
would be discreet and never embarrass her.
"Grandma didn't care, she wasn't much interested in sex anyway and
came to love the man granddad picked to be his partner. She always
laughed when she told us she never had to worry about her husband
cheating on her with another woman. What he chose to do in private
with Harold was their business. Granddad was always good to her,
loved her, gave her sex when she wanted it and provided well for
her and the kids. If he wanted to share a little affection with
Harold, she saw nothing wrong with it. He didn't lie to her when
he married her and true to his word, he was discrete. She always
knew when he was spending time with Harold and never bothered them
unless there was a dire emergency.
"After the first couple of years, grandma decided it was stupid
and silly for Harold not to be a part of the family. She started
including him in all holidays, when the kids graduated from high
school, marriages, and the birth of grand kids. Uncle Harold was
invited to every family happening. No one but granddad and grandma
knew Uncle Harold wasn't a blood relation. If dad forgot to invite
him, grandma would call him and invite him herself. They grew fond
of each other over the years. Harold set with the family at my
granddad's funeral and held my grandma's hand. We all loved him.
He was a fine man. Sonny and I would stop by to see him every now
and then until he passed away several years ago. Hell, we kids
didn't know 'til granddad told us about his family back in Texas,
Uncle Harold weren't our uncle. We didn't care, he was still Uncle
Harold to us. It kinda ripped my dad a new asshole, but he
deserved it.
"He always was an uptight mother fucker. I tried to talk to him
one time about it, but he told me he wouldn't discuss it. He was
angry with his dad for years after that. He didn't cut him off,
but you could tell there was a distance between them. It bothered
granddad at first, but then he developed the attitude he provided
for his kids all those years, if they couldn't cut him some slack,
he wasn't gonna' eat shit or beg them to understand and love him.
I guess I've held that against my old man all these years, 'cause
I always loved my granddad. After I was pretty sure Sonny was
gonna' be like his great-granddad, I never took him around my dad
no more. He died about five years ago. Sonny and I were off on an
extended run somewhere and didn't learn about it 'til we got back.
"Bob and Larry went to his funeral and kept all the news clippings
for us. Sonny and I rode out to the cemetery, found his grave, and
I cried. I realized I wasn't crying 'cause he was dead or I lost
my dad. I was crying for what might have been between us and never
was. I doubled my resolve that day, I wasn't going to be that way
with my son. My dad had me, and I had Billy three. Actually I'm
three and Sonny's four, but my granddad insisted he weren't no
'junior.' He changed his name, and it was Andrew Jackson
Gunn; end of conversation. As far as he was concerned my dad was
the first William Arthur Gunn in our family, I was Junior and
Sonny was Billy-three."
Red slowly shook his head in disbelief as a big grin crossed his
face. Buck wasn't kidding when he said they'd have the same damn
name.
"Granddad was so adamant he had his own headstone carved, Andrew
Jackson Gunn, five years before he died. I understand we still
have relatives back in that small West Texas town, but we don't
know 'em. Someday I'd like to meet 'em. Don't have no family left
except my kid. We may have some cousins out there somewhere, but
we ain't never met 'em. I was surprised when Sonny brung me a
newspaper article about a Billy Gunn what was a champion rodeo
rider several years ago. I think he was from Texas. We never
looked into it; probably should have. Then Billy-three reads me
this newspaper article about another rodeo cowboy, maybe the same
one, by the same name, saved some Arab prince's life in Las Vegas.
His picture was in the paper. He had blood all over him, and we
couldn't much tell what he looked like. We were in Denver at the
time. Rode to Vegas and tried to look him up but the Riviera was
so guarded we couldn't get through to even leave a message."
Booger could barely contain himself the more he found out. He was
enjoying this. As he put the picture together, piece by piece it
was getting harder and harder to keep his excitement contained.
Red couldn't help shaking his head in disbelief. 'Not possible,'
he thought. He tried to remember how many times he heard Cowboy
say, "Gee, Red, I wish I had more family. Now, all I got left is
dad, Uncle Joe, Lester and you, of course. God said he was gonna'
give me more immediate family you were gonna' love as much as me.
Don't know how but Red, but I gotta' trust him. I do trust him and
somehow, it'll happen. You just wait'n see."
God gave him Master Ben for a brother and now this. I believe
Cowboy. Now I know my slave really heard the voice of God and
because he decided to do what the Old Man wanted, he decided to
reward Cowboy with something he always wanted. What were the
chances? The probability of ever meeting these two men, let alone
in a small bar in Bakersfield. Poor Boots, he didn't have a clue.
He couldn't know how close he was to one of his relatives. One of
the finest young men ever to bear the name, Gunn. Red was about
ready to split right down the middle and knew he couldn't keep it
to himself much longer. Boots kept looking at my master like 'What
the Hell are you driving at? You know something you ain't telling
me.' Red kept chuckling to himself.
"Excuse me a minute, Boots. Cowboy, you and Sonny drop what you're
doing and get chore' butts over here," Booger growled a command.
We did as Master Red ordered.
"Sit down, both of you," Red barked, "Cowboy, take a good look at
Mr. Boots and tell me who he looks like," Booger said.
"That ain't hard, Master. He and Sonny look enough like my old man
to be brothers. I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Boots, but I keep
looking at you not only because I think you're one of the finest
looking men I've seen in a while, but you could be a younger
version of me dear old dad. I was home with him in Mason 'bout two
weeks ago," I said.
It was Boots turn to choke on his beer, and he looked at me funny
when I mentioned Mason. His eyes got big as saucers.
"Mason, Texas, Cowboy?" Boots asked me. I nodded affirmative to
him. He looked puzzled as he turned his attention back to Red. He
didn't know what, but Boots had a feeling Red had a bomb he was
getting ready to drop in his lap.
"So, you'd like to meet your relatives, Boots?" Red asked grinning
as he tilted back in his chair.
"Yeah, sure would, Red," Boots replied with sincerity.
"Well, you're looking at him, Son." Red said and motioned toward
me. "Probably your third or fourth cousin," he added. Boots was
looking at me, and we were both mystified. What could Red mean?
"What do you mean, Red?" Boots asked unbelieving.
"Gimme' your driver's license, Cowboy," my Master commanded. I
whipped out my wallet, removed it and handed it to Red. He handed
it Boots. Boots turned it toward the light to read my name,
William Arthur Gunn III.
"Aww, naw, this can't be," Boots moaned as he got up from his
chair and headed for the light over the pool table to see if he
was reading it correctly. He returned, sat down, looked at me and
handed my license back.
"All right, Red, you and Cowboy got me, where's the camera? This
is Candid Camera, right?" Boots asked Red with a big grin. I saw
Sonny look at me puzzled, and I handed my license to him. He read
it and turned ghost white.
"He's the cowboy you read about in the newspapers," Red said
quietly.
"No! You're lying to me! Ain't no way," Boots insisted.
"Why the Hell do you think I call him 'Cowboy'? He and his Uncle
Bud were the national champions four years ago in team competition
roping," Booger said.
"You're blowing smoke up our butts, Red," Boots wasn't buying it.
"He's the man who saved the prince's life," Booger added for a
clincher, "Still got that picture in your wallet, Son?" he asked.
I pulled out a small glossy photo the newspaper man sent us of the
shooting in Vegas. I gave it to my master and he handed it to
Boots.
"Son of a bitch. It was you, Cowboy, and that's you beside him,
ain't it, Red?" Boots asked.
"E'aup. Now you believe me, Son?" Booger asked and smiled.
"Master, what's going on here?" I asked Red.
"Cowboy, do you remember the story you told me about Buck telling
you the Old Man was gonna' send you two immediate family members
to help us, who would bear your name?" he asked. Red told me later
I turned pale white. He thought I was going to faint.
"Okay, Boots, you wanna' tell him or you want me to." Red grinned
at Boots. Boots held up his hand for Red to wait a minute. He
handed me his license, and I couldn't believe what it read.
William Arthur Gunn, Jr. Holy shit! This man and his son must to
be kin to me. Red must be right. That's why they look so much like
my dad.
"Give him your license, Son," Boots ordered Sonny quietly. Sonny
handed me his. William Arthur Gunn III.
"No! No fuck'n way!" I said in a loud voice, "What? How? Oh, shit!
What the Hell's going on here?" I sputtered and asked.
"Easy, Son, we'll tell you everything," Red calmed me,"You see,
Boots, he's just as confused as you are, 'cause he ain't heard the
complete story yet." Boots shook his head and got a wide grin on
his face as he looked closer at me. I looked at Sonny's license
again and handed it back to him.
"That means you're William Arthur Gunn the third, same's me,
Sonny?" I asked rhetorically.
"I'll be damned. Is it true, Dad? Is Cowboy, Billy Gunn, the rodeo
rider I read to you about?" Sonny asked.
"Looks that way, Son," Boots was wiping away tears, "Fuck it,
Cowboy, gimme' a hug. You're the only family Sonny and I got." The
big man stood up, and he could have been my dad's twin. No wonder
I was attracted to him and his kid. I gave him a big hug. I hugged
Sonny who was beginning to tear up by that time. Red and Boots
recounted their conversation to Sonny and me. We were amazed. How
could this happen? I've heard God moves in mysterious ways but
this? This was more than simply mysterious. This was down right
miraculous. I trusted him. He delivered. I was reduced to tears.
We all were. The bartender's girlfriend was watching and told the
bartender.
"Hey guys, what's going on over there?" he asked.
"Take him all three license's Boots and show him. He won't believe
it." I gave Boots my license again and so did Sonny. He walked
over to the bar and handed the bartender the three license.
"We just discovered by chance we're long lost family to each
other. What are the chances we'd have the same names?" Boots asked
the bartender.
"Son-of-a-bitch! You do have the same names. I always knew you and
the kid as Boots and Sonny, but what I want to know is which Billy
Gunn is the champion roper?" the bartender asked.
"That 'ud be me, sir." I held up my hand.
"Same cowboy what saved that Arab prince's life in Vegas?" he
asked.
"Yes, sir, same cowboy," I replied.
"Well, Gentlemen, that calls for one on the house. Here you go. No
wonder you were in tears. Be enough to shake any man to his
foundation. Enjoy, Gentlemen," he said as he handed Sonny and me
four beers.
Sonny looked at me and frowned. I started laughing. I could read
his mind. He didn't want to have to drink real beer when he had
his wet dream master to provide him all the liquid refreshment he
could handle. I was laughing and he started laughing, then so did
Booger. Before he got to the table with the four beers, Boots knew
what we were laughing about and started laughing, too. We toasted
the bartender and thanked him for the beers. Sonny immediately
gave his to his dad and I gave mine to my master.
What were the chances we stopped in the same bar they did? I
shared with them a story dad told me one night after I got back
from Nam. One of his great uncles, named William Arthur Gunn, Jr.
was kicked out of the family because he liked men as well as
women. Dad said he never contacted the family again, but to his
dying day his great-granddad regretted what he did. In an attempt
to lessen his dad's anguish, Big Gunn's granddad name his son
after his dad. Of course, Big Gunn's dad became the first in our
branch of the family to carry his great-granddad's name.
The guilt of cutting his son out of his family ate the old man up.
He realized too late he should've forgiven his son. Rather than
think about it and try to find a way to understand, he over
reacted and slammed the door forever in his son's face. Secretly
he thought when his son saw the error of his ways he would repent,
return to his father and beg his forgiveness. He would forgive the
boy and all would be forgotten.
Unfortunately, his son took him at his word and felt he had
neither reason to repent nor ask his dad's forgiveness. The old
man tried for years, every way he could, to find his son to send
him a letter asking his forgiveness. On his deathbed he prayed to
God and to his son to forgive him for rejecting him. Dad laughed
and said it must run in the family. Boots agreed. I'm thinking he
might be right. I concluded from Boots' story, his granddad's
father couldn't locate him because he changed his name.
"You guys staying in Bakersfield?" Master Red asked Boots.
"Yeah, when we're here. Most times we're on the road. I told you
about Bob and Larry, the two gay men who own a motel. They used to
be bikers, still are, and rode with Sonny and me even before Sonny
was old enough to have his own bike. They took care of Sonny for
me for two years while I worked. They let us stay there for
nothing 'cause we've been friends so long. We do work for them
around the place. Hell, they've always got some new project or
something broke around the motel. They wait 'til Sonny and I come
back to fix 'em.
“They think Sonny'n me's straight arrow outlaw bikers. We never
told 'em no different. They wanna' suck us off ever now and then,
and we let 'em. They're good men. We love 'em. They been damn good
to Sonny and me and we try to be good to them. They think on Sonny
as their kid. They's all the time buying him shit. We usually
don't overdo our stays so we can always have a place to come to in
the area. We're here about a month or two, a week at a time, over
a year. They're always happy to have us, and we enjoy them. You
guys staying in Bakersfield. They got rooms at the motel."
"Cowboy, we don't have to be at Jeb and Jim's 'til tomorrow
morning. We're ahead of schedule. What say we get a room at their
motel?" Red knew he didn't have to ask but was being informal and
considerate.
"If you guys are low on cash you could stay with us. We got two
double beds." Boots generously offered. Red looked at me and
smiled.
"We're flush. We can afford a room, but thanks for the offer, we
appreciate it. Let's let the boys finish their game, and we can
finish our beers." Sonny ran to his Booger beer and chug-a-luged
it. I finished mine and started to return it to my master for him
to decide if he wanted to honor me with more.
"Think he'd let me have one more, Cowboy?"
"Remember what I told you. Oh, Hell, gimme' your bottle, Little
Brother," I said. Sonny looked at me funny, his eyes got watery,
and he hugged me again.
"Damn, wasn't expecting that, Cowboy, but it sure sounds good to
me," Sonny said.
"Me, too, Sonny, me, too. I've always wanted a brother, now God's
sent me one," I said.
"Oh, God, Cowboy, you don't know how I wish't I had a brother,
too." That started both of us off.
"By the way, Sonny, your old man is so fucking hot he makes my
dick drool," I whispered to him. Sonny roared with laughter.
"Oh, yeah? Well your old man makes my asshole lose its pucker, and
I almost shit my pants twice," he said. We both roared with
laughter. I took our empty bottles back over and sat them on the
table for my master. They both looked up at me and smiled.
"We have time for another quick one, Master?" I asked him.
"I don't see why not, but when your masters want to leave, remind
Sonny it's bad manners to leave any master beer in his bottle. I
know you won't, you've been trained." Red and Boots continued
their conversation.
"If'n Cowboy said I look so much like his dad, how come Cowboy
don't look more like me and Sonny, Master Red?"
"Damn good question, Boots, and there's an answer for it; but, I
assure you, Cowboy's great-great-grandfather was William Arthur
Gunn, your great-grandfather." Red laughed and told him to fasten
his seat belt, because he was about to tell him a story he ain't
gonna' believe, but Red swore to him was the God's honest truth.
My master proceeded to tell him my story. I saw Boots look at me
and shake his head in disbelief.
"But you have to consider, his biological dad, Bud Cummings'
grandfather was Cowboy's dad's granddad as well. Your grandfather
and Big Gunn's grandfather were brothers. That would make you
second or third cousin to Big Gunn and Bud Cummings and third or
fourth cousin to Cowboy. Maybe second cousins, once removed. It
has something to do with generations. Sonny and Cowboy are
basically of another generation than you and me. It’s sort of like
that old county recording of, ‘I’m My Own Grandpa.’” Red laughed,
“I know it's confusing but Big Gunn, Cowboy's dad, who raised him,
is also Cowboy's third cousin. His Uncle Bud, Cowboy's biological
father, was his uncle by marriage and also his second cousin."
"Tell you one damn thing, Red, you got one Hell of a good looking
slave there. He may not look like a Gunn, but he's got to be one
of the most strikingly handsome men I ever done seen. Hope you
don't get upset, but I ain't been able to take my fucking eyes off
him since you guys walked in. To think he's related to us is too
much to believe. You know, it's funny, 'cause it ain't a sexual
feeling like you might lust after a good looking woman. I seen me
a couple of men over the years I kinda lusted after, but Cowboy's
different, it's like I know him," Boots said.
"Would you like to bunk it in with him this evening?" my master
asked the big man grinning.
"Ain't never been with another man but Sonny, 'cept to be sucked
off a couple of times by some master's slave and the guys at the
motel where we're staying; don't know’s I'd know how to please
him. He sure is one Hell of a handsome man, though. I guess I'm
attracted to him. Hell, I must be, I keep pissing in my pants,"
Boots said and let out a bellow of laughter.
"He wouldn't be there for you to please him. He's a slave, Boots.
You sort of have to shift your thinking. Cowboy would be there to
please you. That's his only purpose. If I order him to please you,
and you tell me later he didn't, he'll be punished. ‘Cause if he
don’t please you, it’s a reflection on me as his master. Don't
worry about that 'cause I promise, he'll please you. I get the
feeling your boy would like to spend some time in this ugly old
man's arms. I'd like to see if he responds to a little discipline.
Do you let him clean your ass?"
"Oh, God, he drives me crazy sniffing 'round my hole. He won't
stop 'til I let him have some."
"Some?" Red asked.
"Yeah. I ain't never trained him or taught him that. He came to
that by himself. He'd shit his pants if I walked over there and
whispered to him he was gonna' be your slave tonight. He's been
begging me to make him my slave, but I don't know if I can, I love
him so much."
"That's the best reason to make him your slave, Boots. He'll not
only be your son but your property. You'd own him. He'd have no
freewill anymore but to serve you. Sounds harsh, but after a while
it'll start to make sense for your security and peace of mind, as
well as his. Wouldn’t be a lot different than before except you’d
both have to shift gears a little. Seems to me Sonny has already
begun the process. From what you've told me about him, he sounds
like he's what our family calls a natural slave; meaning he was
born to be a slave to another man. Some men are," Booger
explained. Boots kind of shrugged.
"Cowboy seems to be well trained, has manners, and you two feel
comfortable with your relationship. Each knows how he's suppose to
relate and respects the other's place. Sonny has a type of man I
seen him flip over time and again. First of all, they gotta' ride
a bike; preferably a Harley. No disrespect, Red, and no offense
intended, but the uglier they are, the more tattoos, the more
scars, the bigger, the meaner they look the more he wants 'em. Oh,
yes, two more things I forgot, if they're bald and wear a hot pair
of boots, he's gone. For him, you're a walking ten plus in neon
lights. To me you look like a man should, like a bad-ass biker. To
answer your question about Cowboy. If I could hold Cowboy in my
arms for one night, Red, I'd die a happy man. I think Sonny would
understand; 'specially, if he knows he's gonna' spend the night
with his walking, wet dream master. Think Cowboy would wanna'
share my bed for a night?" Boots asked.
"Cowboy's my slave, Boots, he does what I tell him. His old man
fucks him every time we go back to his hometown. I give him up to
Gunn the first and last nights we're there. I sneak out, go to
Cowboy's Uncle's house next door and fuck the b'jesus out a' him.
Cowboy's Uncle Joe is Gunn's life partner. Damn good fuck, too.
One of the best other than the cowboy. Joe's a mannerly, well
trained slave. He knows how a master should be cared for and how
to treat him. He always makes this old man feel like a king.
"Cowboy loves his old man. He thinks the sun rises and sets in his
dad's eyes. I ain't too far behind him in that estimation. His
dad's one of the finest men I ever know'd. My point in all this
is, he's very much attracted to his dad and thinks he's sexy as
Hell. You could be a younger double for his dad, so, what do you
think? Cowboy's real father, his Uncle Bud and I were partners in
Korea long ago. He was wounded and sent home earlier than me, got
married, wanted to have kids, married a woman who was barren and
never left her. I was straight before I met his uncle and jumped
the fence to love him. His Uncle Bud broke my heart. Never took
another slave until Billy come along. Cowboy, without a doubt,
hands down, is the best fuck I ever had in my life. His Uncle Bud
went rodeoing with Cowboy for a year and during that year trained
him to be his slave. His uncle was his first master. I know what
you're thinking, but it's Cowboy I love and not the memory of his
Uncle Bud. That kid has me wrapped around his heart and tied up
with a pretty ribbon. Anything I am today I owe to Cowboy. They
don't make 'em no better'n 'nat kid," Booger said.
"Sure you won't mind, Red? I'd be proud for you to take Sonny.
From the way I see you treat Cowboy, I know you'd be good for
Sonny. I know he gets bored with me. I loan him out once in a
while if he sees a biker he really likes. Once in a while, in a
pinch, if we're busted, I rent him out to make us some money. He
don't like that too much, but he does what I tell him. A night
with a real master may be just the thing for him. He's been kinda
down the last week or so 'cause things been going slow for us, and
he worries a lot. He has a heart of gold, Red, but he wants for a
little discipline. No, Hell, I've come to believe he needs it. Not
because he's a bad boy, Red. He just seems to have a craving for
it. Maybe you understand. He keeps begging me to beat his ass with
my belt; wants me to buy a whip at one of them leather shops. I
ask him why he wants me to punish him, 'cause he ain't done
nothing bad? He tells me, 'Because you're my dad, you love me, and
I love you. Don't you understand, Dad?' he asked.
"Well, no I'm afraid I don't understand," Boots admitted. "Then he
tells me it has something to do with becoming a man. I think I'm
beginning to understand, but I have a feeling you're the man what
can give him that. Sonny wouldn't even consider it unless you meet
at least five of his criterion for a master. You check out at a
hundred and ten percent. Take my kid, Booger, and make a man out
a' him if that's what he needs." Boots stuck out his hand, and
they shook on it.
"I understand exactly what your boy is talking about, Boots, what
he's asking for, and what he needs. I'll talk with him when we're
alone, find out for sure and be only too happy to provided him
with what he needs," Booger agreed.
"I love him so Goddamn much, Red, my dick actually hurts for him
sometimes," Boots added.
"All the more reason to make him your slave, Boots. I can tell the
two of you are close. I'd appreciate a night with him. He seems
like a fine young man. Certainly good looking enough. He looks
like a double for my buddy Gunn when we were in Korea together.
One thing you must understand. If I give him what he needs this
evening, it just may open Pandora's box. He's gonna' be hounding
you more than ever for what he needs. If you're even considering
making him your slave you better start learning how to be a master
and what a male slave requires.
“A true male slave will require periodic whippings. He will get
depressed and sullen if he ain’t taken care of regularly by his
master. He will began to have self-doubts and insecurities his
master don’t love him anymore. Sonny’s right, it ain’t punishment,
Boots. It’s something they need. A good master who loves his slave
will come to understand it and provide for his slave. I have no
doubt, from the love I've felt from you today, you'll make a fine
master for your boy," Booger allowed.
"Thanks Red. I've listened to other masters. Some really know what
they were doing and some have shit for brains, but you're one of
the first to talk openly with me about it. I'd like to learn as
much as I can from you. By the way, where you guys headed?" Boots
asked Red.
"We were staying with some friends on the Russian River for about
a week and a half. I left Cowboy a couple of weeks ago; split up
with him, because of some problems between us I won't go into
right now. He came after me to ask me to give him another chance.
The little shit saved my life in a camp ground on the Yuba river.
I ain't kidding, he saved my life, and the couple of weeks away
from him almost killed me. I'm like you with Sonny, I realized I
couldn't live without the kid no matter what our problems were. I
know what you're talking about when you say you hurt for Sonny
sometimes. It was about the worst fucking pain I've experienced in
my life being away from him that long. I thought I'd go crazy. Our
little problems ain't worth being apart to prove a point.
Fortunately, because he's so fucking giving and selfless, we
solved our problems, and we'll never be apart again."
"I know that campground you're talking about, where you said he
saved your life, we've stopped there several times. That's a
favorite stop for the 'Hot Dawgs,'" Boots said.
"Yeah. Well, five of 'em tried to rob me and were gonna' kill me
when out of nowhere comes the cowboy with a chunk of two by three
and takes out four to my one. I swear to you, Boots, I ain't never
seen no man so together in my life. All of a sudden my slave
appears with a look I never saw on his face before. It was a cold,
hard, calculated expression; he was there to do a job and there
was no doubt in my mind he was gonna' do it. I seen some fights in
my day, Boots, but nothing like the ease and swiftness of that kid
when he took out four of them son’s of bitches and then the one
who had me down. He wasn't even breathing heavy when he finished
off the last one. He grabbed me up into his arms to see if his
master was harmed. There’s no doubt in my mind, if’n I was hurt he
would've systematically killed 'em one by one. All I can tell you
is, I want my slave covering my back in any fight. We tied 'em up,
he castrated three of 'em, and we butt fucked the other two until
they bled. They told us they was straight," Booger said with
disgust. My master and Boots laughed.
"He sounds like a Hell of a kid. We heard rumors about several of
the Hot Dawgs getting cut, one of 'em a nasty little fairy named
T-bo. Was he one of them?" Boots asked.
"E-aup, T-bo is now a gen-u-wine, certifiable eunuch. T-bo was the
piece of shit I was fucking when Cowboy caught us. Don't know why
I ever let that effeminate, little bastard talk me into fucking
him. Of course, he's the one cowboy hated the most. When Cowboy
and I got back together after that incident T-bo rode into camp
where we were staying with the Hot Dawgs. He made a big mistake in
judgment. Being the pushy little queen he is, T-bo thought he'd
walk over, act like nothing happened, rub Cowboy's nose in his
shit, and play his queeny little games again.
“Cowboy didn't even let him open his mouth, decked him, broke his
nose, blood everywhere, dragged him back to his tent, gave him
five minutes to get his shit on his bike, get out of camp or he
was gonna' torch everything he had. Walked him to his bike and
told him if he ever came near his master or him again, Cowboy
wouldn't ask any questions, he'd kill him.
"I have no doubt Cowboy was gonna' kill him the night he came to
my rescue. If I hadn't begged and finally ordered him not to, I'm
almost sure he would've," Red said and shook his head, "To answer
your question, we rode from there to the Russian River and stayed
'bout a week and a half and we talked. He gave himself to me as my
total slave and ask if I'd consider a ceremony before our biker
family to be formally recognized as my slave.
“We called our clan leader and he's making all the arrangements.
It's to be Sunday. Tomorrow's Friday. If we leave here early
enough tomorrow morning we could be there before noon, 'specially
the way Cowboy and I ride. Say? Why don't you and Sonny ride down
with us and meet our family? I know Cowboy would love to have you
guys at the ceremony. You don't know that kid like I do. Now he
knows you're family, you won't get away from him anytime soon.
There's always plenty room at Jim and Jeb's place. They got a
dungeon room you won't believe. Cowboy don't know it yet, and I
don't want chu’ to tell him, but I called our clan leader,
Beryl..." Booger was interrupted by Boots.
"Beryl McInnis of the McInnis family?" Boots asked surprised.
"The same. Know him?" Red asked.
"Know him? His big dick and Sonny's butt are on a first name
basis. I told Beryl I wasn't gonna' let him fuck Sonny no more
'cause he comes back to me, and I can't satisfy him for a week
afterward," Boots said. The two men laughed so hard Sonny and I
wondered what they were talking about.
"I was gonna' tell you,” Red continued, “Beryl's gonna' contact
Cowboy's dad and get him, his Uncle Joe, and Cowboy’s other dad, a
black man named Lester, to fly out to Los Angeles for the ceremony
to surprise Cowboy. You could meet Big Gunn. I'd love to see his
face when we introduce you two.
"God, I'd like to ride down with you two, but we gotta' stick
around here and scrape some bucks together to get to our next
place. That's why Sonny's been so damn worried. We been looking,
but we ain't been able to find even a minimum wage job. Bob's
remodeling business is real slow right now. Most times we do work
for him. He's usually got something for us to do."
"Be our guest. Hell, I won big in Reno. Cowboy's got a little
money. He won't carry money after the ceremony. Slaves don't carry
money. They don't need to worry about money. I’ll probably let
him, though. I ain’t too strict about that sort a’ thing. Besides,
I’d just rather my slave take care of all that shit."
"We'd be honored, Red. We ain't sponges. We work for what we get.
Sonny and I don't need much; mostly gas money. I'd love to meet
your family and be at your ceremony."
"Don't think of it that way. You're Cowboy's family; you're my
family now. Families take care of one another. 'Sides I know
Cowboy would be thrilled to have you two there. Listen, Boots, it
wasn't just chance we stopped in this bar and met the two of you.
This was planned some time ago. I'll explain in depth later, but
you have to trust me. You and Sonny were sent to Cowboy and me for
a reason. We met you to help you, too. This ain't a one way
street. We know what the reasons are. Eventually we'll share them
with you, but for right now, go with us. Accept what we offer, and
get to know us. I can personally promise you, you won't be sorry
you did," Booger assured him. Boots shook his head dumbfounded
wondering how these men could know these things.
"Come on, Red, let's ride, and we'll introduce you to the guys at
the motel," Boots suggested to Red.
They finished their beers. I told Sonny what my master told me to
tell him, not to leave any of his ‘brew’ in the bottle, it was bad
manners. He was sipping his, savoring it, but once again he
chug-a-lugged it. I was finished with mine. I took the empty
bottles back to my master's table for his approval. He and Boots
smiled at us. We followed Boots and Sonny to their motel and met
the two men they told Red about. Boots introduced me as their
cousin, Billy Gunn the third. The guys were amazed Sonny and my
names were the same.
"You ain't the Billy Gunn, the rodeo star, who saved that Arab
prince's life in Vegas, are you?" they asked.
"That'd ‘ud be the man," my master told them. Then they really
were a' twitter.
"We read about it and it made an impression on us because Sonny's
name was the same. We thought at first it was him or his dad."
They gave us a nice room next to Boots and Sonny. Damn, the big
man looked better in the light. I had to get some toilet paper for
my pants my dick was drooling so bad. He was quite a bit younger
than my dad. Hell, he must have been a teenager when he had Sonny.
Red excused us and told them we'd be by in about an hour. He
handed Boots a fifty.
"Do us a favor, Boots. Send your kid for a pint of Southern
Comfort for the four of us, and we'll have a drink with you when
we drop by."
"Sure, Red, be happy to. In fact I'll go with him. We'll be back
in a while.”
"Pocket the change and if you guys need anything, get it."
"Damn nice of you, Red. We could use some gas and a couple of
other things. Thanks."
They took off and we went into the room. Red looked at me, I
looked at him. We grabbed each other and broke up laughing. "Never
a dull moment with my slave-boy. God, I love you, Cowboy. That's
why I've decided to swap slaves with Boots tonight," Booger
announced with a smirk on his face like he knew that wasn't bad
news to me.
"My master does, indeed, love his slave and his slave couldn't
love his master more. It'll be hard tearing myself away from you,
but you know your slave will dutifully obey his master," I said,
looked at Red, winked, and then we both broke up again. "I'd eat
the corn out a' that man's shit just to find out were it came
from, Master," I said like a needy child and it set us off on
another round of laughter.
"From what he tells me you just may have to," Red allowed and
broke us up laughing again.
"Don't care. I'd still obey my master. I'll never question my
magnificent beast again," I assured him. I dropped to my knees and
began to pay homage to his boots.
"Fuck that slave. Get up here and gimme' a kiss," he commanded.
Did you ever hear of a kiss that moved heaven and Earth? At that
moment Bakersfield had a five point three earthquake. I'd never
been in an earthquake before, but Red didn't let me go. We
continued our kiss all the way through it.
"That was one Hell of a kiss, Master," I said and laughed.
"Did you feel the Earth move under you feet?" he laughed at his
quote.
"Woah, dogies. I think the foundations of heaven moved on that
one, too. I know the beds did," Red said looking around and we
started laughing again. The damn beds looked like they'd done a
Spanish Quadrille.
"See what you do to me, you little shit?" he asked looking down at
his cod piece and his old dick was sticking out the top. He ripped
it off. "How's about a treat for my good slave?"
"Yes, sir!" I exclaimed, "To Hell with the calories. Thank you,
Master," I said. I fell to my knees in front of him.
"Go ahead-on, you can have it, Son," I gently and respectfully
kissed the big knob of a head on his dick and then took it as deep
in my throat as I could. There came a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" my Master hollered. I continued what I was doing. I
knew better than to pull off him once I started servicing him.
"It's Bob and Larry, just checking. Everything all right in
there?"
"Couldn't be better. Open the door if you like and see for
yourselves." The door opened a crack and I redoubled my efforts on
my master's cock. I heard giggles and laughter.
"Well, Bob, you heard the man. He told us everything was all
right. Seems to me everything's as it should be in this room," Bob
said. They closed the door and howled with laughter.
We heard the motorcycles return and another small knock on the
door. "That you, Boots?" Booger hollered.
"Yeah, Red, me and Sonny," Boots replied.
"Come on in," the door opened and they saw what was going on and
started to back out. "Come on in, Guys. We'll be through in a
minute, and we'll have a drink with you," Booger ordered. They
came in, sat on the bed, and watched. I wasn't going to get my
master off 'til he told me to. He let me work on him a little
more, and I was taking him almost to his pubs. Red was a big man,
too. I think he was showing off a little for Boots, and
especially, Sonny. He liked Sonny and wanted to fuck him. Sonny
was in for a treat.
"Okay, Slave, you can have your treat," Red said. With him as deep
in my throat as I could get him I stopped, took my hand, and
pulled his foreskin back. I took two more deep slides and felt
Red's light squeeze of his hand on my shoulder. I pulled out to
his head to receive my afternoon treat. It was a big treat. I
didn't swallow. I cleaned him good. Red looked at me funny. I
winked at him and rolled my eyes toward Sonny. Red snapped his
fingers at Sonny and winked at Boots. "Over here, Son, on your
knees in front of my slave," he commanded. Sonny was in
front of me in an instant.
"My slave's gonna' share his afternoon treat with you. I grabbed
Sonny and started kissing him gently but firmly. Then I released a
small amount of Booger's come to him. Sonny went nuts moaning,
groaning, and sucking my mouth, begging me for more. I released a
little more to him and felt him run it around in his mouth and
slowly let it slide down his throat. I released a good amount the
next time, and he started crying from the ecstasy of the scene but
still was moaning in delight. I still had a mouthful, but I can
only be so generous when it comes to my master's come. I gave him
a little more, then savored the rest in one big gulp. Sonny held
me around my neck, thanked me, and thanked me again.
"Glad to share, Brother, but remember to be considerate. Do what I
do. Watch and learn. I crawled to red's boots and asked permission
to pay homage to his boots.
"You have permission, Slave," Booger replied. I started kissing
and licking them with a great deal of love.
"Thank you, Master, for using your slave and allowing him to catch
your seed for an afternoon treat. I found Red's hand waiting,
kissed the back, placed it against my forehead and waited.
"Rise good slave and show me your love," Red commanded. I was
ready for those big tattooed arms. We hugged and kissed, I moved
aside and nodded to Sonny. He was a perfect gentleman slave. He
crawled on his knees to my master's boots and asked if he might
pay homage to them.
"Granted!" Red growled. The kid went to work on Red's big boots
like it was his last supper. Red winked at Boots who had a proud
papa smile across his face. Red put his hand down and Sonny
performed the ritual perfectly. I thought he never would stop
kissing Red. I knew Red was gonna' have as good a time as I
planned to have when I raped the hunk laying across the other bed.
Red snapped his fingers at me, and I put his cod piece back on.
We had a drink of Southern Comfort. I told Boots and Sonny about
our family and Red told Sonny why we were going to Los Angeles.
Boots told him they were coming along. I was excited to hear the
news. I didn't give a shit they didn't have much money. Hell, I
had enough for all of us to live on the rest of our lives. They
were comfortable with us, and we were with them. It was like we'd
known them all our lives. Buck was right, but this time I had
faith in the Old Man, I trusted him.
The owners came around to check on us again. Red invited them in,
got a couple of glasses from the bathroom and gave them each a
shot. They stayed and laughed with us for a while then left. Boots
told them they were leaving in the morning with us, and thanked
them for their hospitality. They might be back this way in about a
week if it'd be okay to stop. They were genuinely sorry to see
them go, but were glad they'd be back. They left and Red excused
ourselves to get cleaned up.
"We'll be over to get you in about an hour. We'll take you guys to
dinner," Red told them.
"You guys don't have to do that," Boots said.
"It's not often my master offers to take someone to dinner. I'd
take him up on it, if'n I was you. I watched the last man what
refused his offer die a terrible, slow death," I said with a grin.
They laughed.
"Aaaw, he's full of shit," my master allowed, "but he won't be
when I send him to you, Boots." Then they really laughed. Sonny
didn't get the joke.
"I've traded you for Master Red's slave tonight, Son. Think you
can please that big, mean looking fucker?" Boots asked.
"But, Dad, Master Red's Cowboy's master."
"It's okay, Son," assured my master, "part of being my slave,
Cowboy understands I might give him to a friend for his pleasure
for an evening. He won't question my decision. My slave is
expected to perform for him as well as he does for me. It's a
reflection on me as a master how good my gift is. What good is
your gift to a friend if you give him a bum fuck? Besides, I know
who owns Cowboy and so does he."
"Oh, God, Master Red, it would be a dream come true. Dad, you know
Master Red fits all my..."
"I know, Son. All your dreams of a fantasy master, right?" Boots
asked.
"Yes, sir, and thanks Dad. Thanks Master Red, I'll do my best to
please you, sir. This okay with you, Cowboy?" Sonny asked.
"You want to take that one master or you want me to?" I laughingly
asked Red.
"You'll do fine, Slave," Booger said and grinned.
"H'it don't matter none whether I care or not, Sonny. I don't have
a say in his decision. I'm his slave, and I do as he tells me. I
don't question his decisions. Now if you asked me, would I enjoy
carrying out his order, remember what I told you 'bout your dad
when we were playing pool?" Sonny and I laughed, "That should
answer your question."
"And, I told you the same, how I felt 'bout Master Red," Sonny
said, turned, hugged, and kissed his old man.
"Thanks, Dad. Someday I hope to call you master," Sonny said to
his dad.
"We'll see. Master Red's got me thinking 'bout it," Boots said.
They said their goodbyes and left. We promised we'd be by shortly.
Red took me into his arms and held me. Nothing was said. Nothing
needed to be said. We both knew I had become him.
"I don't think Boots is the type of man to lie, Cowboy," Booger
said.
"What makes you say that, Master?" I asked.
"Told me he wasn't sure about bunk'n it in with you 'cause..."
"Wait a minute, Sir, lemme' guess. He ain't never been with
another man but Sonny?" I asked.
"You're right. Sonny tell you?" Red asked.
"Naw, sir, I just guessed. It was the way he looked at me. At
first I thought it was sexual, but the more I watched him out the
corner of my eye there was more to it than that, like he'd known
me before and was trying to place where he knew me. Hell, he don't
have to worry about that. My master's trained me well enough to
please any master. That man's gonna' ask me to give Sonny
lessons," I bragged.
"He told me if you did nothing else but let him hold you for a
night, he'd die a happy man," Red said.
"Well, I plan to see to it he dies a much happier man than he
thought he might," I said wickedly. Red doubled up with laughter.
I undressed my master led him to the shower, bathed him, and
toweled him dry. Then I took care of myself.
We took Boots and Sonny to dinner at a local truck stop. Bikers
always fit in at a truck stop and nobody paid us any attention.
Besides, the food is generally pretty good. Boots and Sonny were
excited about leaving for Los Angeles with us. Sonny could barely
eat he kept looking at Red with worshipful, puppy dog eyes. He
loved Red's deep, gravelly voice as much as I did. He didn't plan
to just please Red, he planned to worship at his feet.
Boots and I tried to be social and join in the conversation, but
it was hard to take our eyes off each other. I could feel myself
lying naked in his arms and almost pissed my pants. He sat in the
booth across from me. One of his big boots came to rest on top of
one of mine. I never moved my foot the whole evening, neither did
he. It was a small but symbolic gesture that said a lot. I felt
happy for Sonny he was going to get a chance to experience the
fine animal who owned me. My pride in my master allowed me to
share him. I was glad it was Sonny. He deserved an evening with
the best, my magnificent beast.
* * * * * * *
We returned to the motel, went into our room and had another
shot of Comfort. I got my little bag together and Sonny went next
door to get his. He returned as Boots and I were saying goodbye to
my master. I fell to my knees and paid homage to Red's boots. We
went through the ritual.
"You be good to that man, Slave. He's family. Give him anything he
wants to please him. Treat him right. Make me proud of you, Son,"
Booger admonished me.
"You know I will, Master. This is one order that'll be a pleasure
to carry out," I replied. Red laughed and kissed me again.
Sonny threw his stuff on the dresser and stood in front of his
dad. Boots put his arms up to Sonny's shoulders to put them around
him but Sonny didn't walk into them. He looked into his dad's
eyes. "Please, Dad?" Sonny asked plaintively. I looked at Red and
he winked. Then I understood what Sonny was asking his dad for.
Boots snapped his finger and pointed to his big boots. Sonny was
on them in a second paying homage to his old man's well cared for
boots. Boots put his hand down for Sonny. Sonny took his dad's
hand and lovingly kissed the back then placed it against his
forehead.
"Rise, slave, and show your old man your love," Boots commanded
with a pretty stern voice. Made my dick hard. Sonny jumped into
his old man's arms. They kissed a kiss that was so passionate it
made Old Ironsides, my Master, blush. I laughed at him, and if
looks could kill I would have been a dead slave. Then he smiled
and winked at me.
Boots and I left and went next door. He closed the door behind us
and set the night latch. I put my stuff on the small dresser.
Boots walked up behind me, put his arms around me and gently
nuzzled me behind my ear with his scruffy beard and 'stache. He
gently kissed me a couple of times on my neck. I turned around
into his arms. His big arms felt better than I might have
imagined. They felt right. They felt comfortable. They were like
my old man's arms. From that moment, the way he held me and we
kissed, I knew Boots and Sonny would be closer relatives than
cousins, perhaps, even closer than brothers, they would continue
to be a vital part of my life for a long time to come.
"I been wanting to do that since you guys walked into the bar this
afternoon, Cowboy. I sat there getting a hard-on wondering what it
would be like to feel my lips against yours. It was better than I
could imagine," Boots said quietly.
"Me, too, Master Boots," I replied.
"I don't think I'm a master yet, Son," he said.
"Red and I saw how you handled the situation over there, and we
were impressed. You'll do fine. You're so damn much like my old
man. He's a natural master. He never took lessons, he just became
my Uncle Joe's master. You're that way, too. I feel it in you.
After you're around our family for a couple of days, you see some
good trained slaves and their masters, you'll began to see the
benefits it might provide you and Sonny. Never seen a kid, except
me, who loves his old man as much as Sonny does. Can't say's I
blame him," I said to Boots.
"Did Red tell you I ain't never been with another man?" he asked.
"He mentioned it, Master. I'm flattered and pleased you would want
me to bunk it in with you. I don't know what to say except, I'll
do my best to please you. Don't worry, it’s my job is to pleasure
you and bring you comfort, and I promise I will," I said.
Boots smiled and kissed me again. "There's no denying you're one
of the best looking young men I ever encountered. You're gentle,
kind, unassuming, and gracious. It wasn't only your looks, it was
your personality what drew me to you. The more I got to know you,
the things Red told me about you, saving his life, saving the
prince's life, champion rodeo cowboy but humble enough to become
Master Red's slave; I had to know more, and then, to find out
we're related. Son, you don't know how close I came to shit'n my
pants. I know I pissed in 'em," Boots said. We laughed.
"I knew I wanted to be with you. I've seen other good looking men
I thought I might like to try but never pursued it. When I saw
you, I didn't think it would ever happen, but I damn sure wanted
it to. When Red offered, I couldn't believe it. Cowboy, I don't
care if we're a little kin or a lot kin. Sonny and I talked, and
well, we think you and Red are about the best people we've met.
We'd like to ride with you guys. We're looking forward to the trip
to Los Angeles and meeting your family."
"Well, there's some things you don't know, but while you're with
us get Red off by himself and tell him what you told me. Even
though Booger Red's a strict and demanding master, he's a good
hearted man, Boots. I love him dearly," I said.
"I sensed that in him, Cowboy. I know my kid ain't gonna' be the
same after a night with Booger Red. The way Red talked, he likes
Sonny a lot. I think he'll be good for Sonny, maybe stretch his
limits a little," Boots said.
They bought a pint of Southern Comfort for themselves, we had a
shot and talked for a bit. I excused myself to get into the shower
to check myself. I undressed before him. The more clothes I
removed the more he got a glassy eyed look on his face until I
stood naked before him. Boots shook his head and opened his arms
to me. He was sitting on the bed, and he pulled me to him with his
face pressed against my belly. I felt him lightly touch my leg
wound.
"Nam?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, sir," I replied. He gently pushed me away, stood, and looked
at my shoulder scar and tears came to his eyes. He gently kissed
it then held me tight.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered.
"It's all right, Master," I replied. He held me a little longer,
slapped me on my butt, and told me to go, do my thing. I got into
the shower, checked everything and seemed to be ready for
anything. I dried myself and walked back into the room. Boots
stood looking at me. I went to him and knelt before him. We
performed the ritual.
"Rise slave and show this master your love," he commanded.
I think I was as hungry for Boots as he was for me. I undressed
him and led him to the shower. His body was hard, well defined,
and my God, his cock could have been a duplicate of my old man's
all the way to the foreskin. He couldn't believe I was bathing
him, but he soon got into it. He found it as sensual as I did. I
got to his penis and took him in my hand to wash him. I used a
line I'd used with my old man. "Damn, cousin, you been slamming
this quarter pounder up Sonny's butt all these years. No wonder
the kid stays with you," I declared. Boots laughed.
"Hell, his cock is as big as mine. Like father like son, I guess,"
Boots replied laughing.
"Well, my opinion of Sonny was good from the start, but when I
found out he got fucked regularly by the love of my life and clan
master, Sonny went to the top of my list," I said shaking my head.
"Big Beryl's been fucking Sonny since he's eighteen. He got to be
good friends with Beryl's boy Jimmy and ask him if he'd share his
master for a night. Beryl always admired Sonny and it was fine
with him, but Jimmy wanted to stay the night with me. I let him
suck me off and we spent the night together. He never pushed
further. He wanted more, but I wasn't ready. Good looking boy.
Damn shame he got killed. Sonny and me went to his funeral. There
was another giant man there about Beryl's size named Big Jim. He
lost his boy in Europe. Died I think."
"Big Jim is one of the family's training masters. He's a
wonderful, kind, giving, intelligent man. He's much like my
master. He ain't real good looking, but in him beats the heart of
a noble beast. I've been with him a couple of times, and he's a
unique sex partner."
"Sonny's been with him four of five times and tells me the same
damn thing, but he won't tell me how he's unique."
"Sorry, Master, I won't either. You'll have to be with Big Jim to
find out," I said and grinned.
"Ain't much chance of that," Boots said.
We got out of the shower, I toweled him dry, and we climbed into
bed. I started talking dirty to him. He got hard immediately. I
begged him to let me have a taste of his cock. I wanted it from
the moment I first saw him. "Please, Master," I pleaded. He nodded
his approval. I started making love to his penis, kissing,
cleaning him, running my tongue under and around his foreskin.
That sent him up a tree. I told him when he was satisfied I’d made
the proper amount of love to his shaft, he must give me permission
to take him. He gave it, and I rammed him as far down my throat as
I could. I was gonna' give him some throat, but I wanted his cock
to explode in my ass. He was so hard I could barely take a third
of his cock.
"Oh, Cowboy, Slave, give me some of your sweet ass. I need it
bad," Boots said. I lubed his cock up a bit, slapped some up my
hole, positioned myself over him and sunk him to the base. His
eyes opened real wide. He arched his back to receive me. "That was
fantastic, Cowboy. You already got a load in you. I done shot my
wad," he said. I leaned over and kissed him.
"Thanks, Master. I'll take all the loads you can pump up my ass.
My dad did the same damn thing the first time I took him like
that," I said.
"Do all slaves take their master's like that?" he asked
incredulously.
"All I know of. We're trained that way. A slave's never allowed to
ease his ass onto a master's cock; that is, if he wants to get
fucked. If he don't take his master’s cock that way, it's an
insult to his master; he'll pull out, walk away in disgust, and
the slave won't get fucked. Somehow, it sets the tone for the
whole fuck."
"Sonny ain't never mounted my dick like that. I hope Master Red
won't be disappointed," Boots said with concern.
"He won't be. Red will probably take him the first time. He'll ask
him before hand if he knows how a master takes his slave. Hell, if
he's been with Beryl and Big Jim, believe me, he knows. You're
gonna' take me in a few minutes, and you can start training Sonny
the way you want him to take you."
We talked for a while. I told him Red and I were setting out to
tour the U.S. after our bonding ceremony. I'd take a test stroke
on his cock every now and then. I started feeling the blood
flowing back into him. I let him be until he was so hard he was
getting frustrated.
"I'm gonna' pull off you now, Master, I'll hit the slave position,
and you can mount me. Place the head of you cock at my backdoor,
lean forward, and let the weight of your body sink it to the
base." I pulled off Boots, and I once again admired his beautiful
cock. I hit the position holding my legs for his best entry. He
did exactly as I told him. He was all the way in me and on top of
me telling me how good his cock felt in my ass. My ass was arguing
a little with his fine penis but soon adjusted with his first
couple of strokes. I let him know how fantastic he felt inside me.
"Damn, Cowboy, your ass feels better than I imagined, and I
imagined it would feel fantastic," Boots said.
"You feel so damn good, Master Boots. Take all you want, sir.
Don't feel like you have to hurry none. If you enjoy fucking,
now's your chance. You can fuck me as hard as you want. You can't
fuck me hard enough, although I'll admit my Master's almost made
me cry 'calf rope' a couple of times. So's my dad."
Master Boots took me at my word and was a man who dearly enjoyed
his fucking. He fucked me for an hour or more. After he had his
fill Boots told me he was ready to shoot his load. He worked up to
that point and was ripe. I reached down and with him still in me,
pulled his foreskin back. Boots started in his come-run. I thought
exposing his cock head would get him off in no time. Not Boots. He
fucked me hard, harder, and was fucking me so hard I couldn't hold
mine anymore.
"Oh, Master, sir, oh God, I can't hold it no more, you're fuck'n
me so good, Master," I yelled to him.
He kept up his relentless hard fucking as I shot over my head to
splatter on the wall of the motel. Boots felt my ass constrict
around his big cock trying to bite it off. I could feel him deep
inside of me as he hit his. He moaned and groaned like an animal
in rut. He pumped me hard four or five more times and shot again,
then he repeated it and shot again. He collapsed on top of me
exhausted, enjoying the glow of his achievement. I lay there
thanking him and complimenting him. He was so relaxed, with his
dick still in me, he began to snore. I laughed to myself thinking
that had to be the ultimate compliment. A contented man, relaxed,
warm, feeling fuzzy, with his cock docked in your warm hole. What
do you expect? He found a safe harbor in your slave hole. He’s
home. He’s comfortable. It's his right to drift off to sleep in
your arms and your hole. He’s your master.
My dad did the same damn thing. He would go to sleep after fucking
the snot out of me. We'd lay half the night hooked together. He'd
awake, feel his dick still in me, give me a kiss, I'd feel it grow
hard again and off he'd go. I could usually count on getting four
good fuckings in one night from dad. So it was with Boots. He woke
late into the evening still hooked to me, and I felt him growing.
He didn't ask, he just took me again. We spent the entire night
and until we awoke the next morning with his cock up my butt. He
fucked me good four times that night. My ass was good and sore. It
hadn't been that sore since Red and my sex-war games. We lay there
the next morning looking into each other's eyes, making a little
love.
"Congratulations, my Brother, my Slave," Boots said softly.
"What for, Master?' I asked.
"You just took away my fear of jumping the fence. Training Sonny
for my slave is beginning to sound better'n better. Wish't there
was a slave training school."
"There is, my family runs a successful school. You want Sonny to
enter training, say the word, and I'll see to it he goes through
it. Don't worry none about cost. I can get Sonny a scholarship,
everything taken care of. Won't cost you a penny," I told Boots.
"You serious?" he asked.
"Never been around cowboy's before, have you, Master?" I asked.
"Not a lot, why?" he asked.
"Cowboys don't never lie, Master. A Cowboy might enlarge on a
story to spin a good yarn, but the unwritten cowboy code is to
never lie. I'll never tell you a lie."
"I didn't mean..." Boots started, but I cut him off.
"I know, Master, it's all right. What I tell you is true. If Sonny
is determined to be a natural slave by our Dungeon Masters, I can
get him a full scholarship."
"Let me asked you a question that's been bothering me about you
and Red," Boots said.
"I'll answer any question you have, Master," I replied.
"There's something about you and Red you're keeping secret from
us. Maybe it's none of our business, but I've figured out it has
something to do with the bonding ceremony, and you leaving on this
tour. I get the feeling it's not a master/slave honeymoon tour;
that ain't it. You guys been master and slave too long for that.
You're going on this tour for a specific reason, and it ain’t just
a vacation. Can you tell me or is it something your master's told
you not to talk about?" Boots asked.
'How can this man be that perceptive? Hell, he's just like my dad.
My old man would have figured it out in nothing flat,' I thought
to myself.
"No, no, my master trusts me to use my judgment in matters like
this. I don't know how to tell you, there ain't no easy way, and
you're gonna' have to know sooner or later anyway. My master's
dying, Boots. He has an inoperable brain tumor and has
approximately six to eight months to live." I couldn't hold my
composure any longer and started crying softly in Boots' arms.
"Oh, my God, Cowboy. I'm so sorry. What must this be doing to you?
I can only imagine. You poor baby. What bum luck for Sonny and I.
We were looking forward to a long friendship with the two of you."
Boots held me tight, and I felt his tears dropping on my
shoulders. "Okay, it all fits, the missing part. You were truthful
with me, and I appreciate it," Boots said.
"I know I can trust you to be discreet, but I'll leave it to you
to tell Sonny. I wouldn't advise it, 'cause by this morning your
boy's fallen deeply in love with my master. You could see the look
of hero worship in his eyes ever' time he looked at Red. It might
cause him a lot of pain he doesn't need to deal with right now. I
mean, don't take this dream away from Sonny. Let him have his
dream fantasy master for a while longer." I started crying again
thinking how cheated Sonny might feel if we told him.
"Shuuuu..." Boots quieted me, "I understand and I agree with you.
I won't say a word to Red, and you're right about Sonny, it would
kill him. Best he not know. Right now, anyway. I think we can
agree to leave that up to Master Red. Anything I can do, Cowboy?"
Boots ask with genuine sincerity.
"Yes, sir. Love us, love Red, love me, and become family to me and
my master. Be there for me and Red when the end comes. If Red
wants to open to you, if he wants to talk with you, share with
him, listen to him. If he asks you if I told you, be honest with
him. He won't care I shared the information with you. Most
importantly if we give to you and Sonny, accept it in the spirit
of love. Allow us the joy of giving to those we love. Our meeting
was not by chance. I was told I would meet two family members
who's name would be the same as mine who will help Booger and me
through this."
"We will, I promise, Cowboy. I already think of you and Red as
family. Then you plan to tour until Red gets sick or shows signs?"
he asked.
"Yes, sir. That’s our plan," I replied.
"That would be a wonderful thing to do. Sonny and I talk about
saving up our money and doing that someday."
"Really?" I asked.
"Oh, Hell, yes. That's our dream, Cowboy. It has been since we
bought Sonny a bike," Boots said. There came a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Boots asked not taking his cock out of my ass.
"It's, Red, Boots."
"Get Sonny's key and come on in."
Red already had it and opened the door. Boots didn't bother
pulling the sheet over us. I knew my Master wouldn't care.
"Gettin' you some early morning cowboy butt, there, Brother?" Red
laughed.
"Naw, Red we just got through. I'm just lettin' it soak a bit,"
Boots declared. Red howled with laughter.
"It's a nice butt to soak in. Did my slave please you, Master
Boots?" Booger asked.
"Did he please me?" Boots said like he was trying hard to think.
He stretched while sinking his big cock as deep in my ass as he
could. I pushed back with my butt to get as much of his big dick
in me as possible and winked at Red, "No, he didn't please me;
went much further than that, I'm afraid. I think I fell in love
with your slave last night. It went way beyond pleased, Master
Red. You can be proud of your slave," Boots said and took another
good long stroke in my butt.
"Glad to hear that Boots; however, too bad for Cowboy," Booger
said and grinned.
"How's that, Red?" Boots asked curiously.
"If you're pleased with him he don't get punished. He loves to get
punished. Six, eight strokes from my bull whip, he comes ever'
time." I nodded my head in agreement to Boots. He threw back his
handsome head and laughed.
"Did my future slave perform adequately for you?" Boots ask Red.
"Son, you got a gold mine on your hands in 'nat boy. If'n I'd run
into you guys before I met Cowboy, I'd be one of them men trying
to take him away from you. He's what my family calls a 'natural'
slave. There are some men, damn few, who are born to be slaves and
will never be happy being anything else in life. We'll get Jeb or
Jim to talk with you when we get to Los Angeles. They'll explain
it better than I can. They can evaluate him and tell you in a
minute whether they agree with me. From what you've told me about
Sonny as a kid and what I experienced last night, you don't have a
worry. Don't never feel guilty; you raised him just fine, Boots.
You done the right thing by your boy. You didn't make Sonny the
way he is, God did. Yes, God. Sonny has a purpose on this Earth,
and according to my slave, God will let him know. If he's lived
all these years doing for you, taking care of you, loving you, I
doubt seriously he'll ever be happy doing anything else. He's a
fine boy, Boots. You should be proud of him, and I know you are.
My God, Boots, that kid worships you.
"There ain't nobody like my cowboy for me, but Sonny could run a
close second. I mean no disrespect, Boots, and I tell you this
with all the love in my heart, if'n you don't make that boy your
slave for life you're a Goddamn fool. 'Cause eventually, some
scoot bum's gonna' come along and take him away from you. He's
gonna' offer Sonny what he knows he needs, and if you ain't giving
it to him, you just may lose him. I, for one, would hate to see
that happen. You're a good man, Boots. You deserve to reap the
rewards of years of dedication, especially when Sonny's so ready
and willing to give it to you. That young man deserves the best,
and that's you, Son. He ain't never gonna' be your little boy no
more. It's like you said, he's his own man now. He'll always be
your son, but take him one step further, Boots, make that boy your
slave. You make a good pair. You'll even make a better master and
slave."
"Gee, Master Boots. Ain't never heard my master give nobody a rave
review like that. Makes me proud he took Sonny last night. Sounds
to me like they bonded pretty good. That just don't happen with my
master, sir. One thing my master's good at is evaluating talent
then telling the truth. I would've known in a minute if he walked
in this room if he had a so-so night with Sonny. He's good at
everything he does except hiding his feelings from me. I urge you
to listen to him, sir, and I agree with my master. By the way,
Master Red, I told Master Boots about the slave training our
family provides, sir."
"Good, Slave. I'd certainly recommend it for Sonny," my Master
allowed.
"I suggested we might find him a scholarship that would take care
of all expenses for Sonny's three months of training," I said and
winked at Red.
"Absolutely. Good suggestion, Billy," Red agreed.
"Thanks for your honesty, Red. I'm touched you thought that much
of my boy. You and Cowboy have opened my eyes to new
possibilities. For one thing, just experiencing you and Cowboy's
contentment makes me want that for Sonny and me. Believe me, both
of you, I'm leaning that way. I want to observe your family, talk
some more with you and talk to some of your family you might
recommend. I know I'd like to talk with Big Jim. He and Sonny's
been together several times. Sonny thinks the world of Big Jim."
"Sonny's not alone in that thought. Cowboy and I consider him a
close friend and one of the finest members of our family. Sonny's
over there cleaning up. I'm gonna' go back and let him suck me off
one more time. Damn, that kid can sit up and beg for his bone.
When I finally give it to him, he's like a baby calf hooked up to
his momma. When you guys get up and around come on over, we'll go
have breakfast and take off for Los Angeles."
"Thanks, Red. We'll be over in a little while," Boots said. Red
reset the latch and left.
End Chapter 16 ~ Booger Red & Cowboy
Copyright ~ © ~ 2004 ~ 2016 ~ Waddie Greywolf
All rights reserved
Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com
WC = 16100
12/21/2015