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Booger Red & Cowboy
Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 20

We didn't know how to judge how much time my master had left. The doctors told him six to eight months. We decided to be conservative and stay on the road no more than six months. We weren't sure we needed a full six months to tour the country. We sat down together and everyone had suggestions what Booger might like to see. Some things he didn't know about Boots and Sonny did. A few I knew about. Booger felt like there were some states we didn't have to cover. If we did, fine, if not, it wasn't a big deal. Booger was mainly interested in historical sites and national parks. Certain cities he wanted to ride through. He didn't care whether we stopped long in any one city. If it had some attraction we might want to see then we would. Booger wanted to travel across the Northern states in particular. He ruled out states we regularly traveled, Arizona, New Mexico, California, Nevada, and most of Oregon. He was more interested in seeing Wyoming, Utah, Montana, Idaho, Nebraska, Washington, Colorado, Oklahoma, and the Southern states. He wanted to save Texas for last.

It was understood Booger would decide for us where and when we went. Boots and Sonny couldn't have been more agreeable. Boots and I accepted the trip as Booger's trip and went along with anything he wanted. Sonny didn't know about Booger's health problem. Booger didn't want him to know and asked us not to tell him. I wondered about the wisdom of my master's decision, but knew better than to question Booger. That didn't mean I couldn't get him to discuss it with me. Most times he would, sometimes he wouldn't. Later, I came to realize he was right. Booger wanted a chance to work with Sonny even if it was for a short period of time without the cloud of death hovering over the joy Sonny was receiving learning to be a slave from the best of masters. Booger decided we'd spend what time we wanted on the road. If we got tired or bored we'd head back home. If we had more time after that we'd spend it with our family. Time details were never discussed in front of Sonny.

After we left Cheyenne, Booger was in great spirits. The success of helping Dave and Barn Jarvis, and what he did for the men in the VA hospital made him feel like he and his men accomplished great things. We did, and I gave him full credit. I look back now, and I understand my master was carefully orchestrating the whole thing. He knew when to utilize a good idea. He was stronger than I saw him in a long time. I don't think I would've been as strong under the same circumstances, but he had not one but three Billy Gunns to love and support him. After Ten Sleep and Cheyenne he began to think of us as his family. Buck was so right about more immediate family, but when he said they would bear my name, who would expect the whole damn name. The more I thought about it, I began to see that the Old Man may be mysterious, but I think he has a humorous side as well. I get the feeling he can be down right funny sometimes. Buck couldn't have been more right about the love Boots and Sonny brought to me and my master.

I think the most important thing to me was Booger accepted them as his relatives as much as I did. He certainly had that right. Booger was my master, therefore any family I brought to the fold automatically became his, but it was more than that. He bonded with Boots and Sonny from the beginning. Buck said their love would be as much to help Booger as it would be to me. I'll admit to some apprehension at first of bringing Boots and Sonny along.

I wondered if I would become possessive of my master knowing our time together was short. My fears were groundless. What love my master shared with them was almost like I was sharing it vicariously as an extension of him. I had my own equal and valid relationships with each of them which was every bit as solid and meaningful as Booger's. We were family in the truest sense. In the six months we were on the road we never had an argument.

Once in a redneck bar in South Dakota some local was mouthing off about the bikers smelling up the bar. Sonny slowly got up and was going to wipe the floor with the shit head. There's no doubt in my mind my little brother could have done it. If he got into trouble I was right behind him. Booger grabbed Sonny by the arm.

"No, Son," was all my master said to him.

"But, Master...?" Sonny reacted without thinking.

"I said, 'no,' Son," his master said even softer. Sonny swallowed hard and sat down. A tear of frustration rolled down his cheek, but he maintained the presence of mind to remember his manners.

"I'm sorry, Master Red. I never should've questioned you. Of course, you're right, sir. I apologize. Please forgive me," he asked.

"Of course I'll forgive you, but It shouldn't have happened. Once given, my word must be final for you. There is no room for negotiation or argument with your master." Sonny looked at the floor and nodded his head in agreement, "You want to be a good salve and be controlled, is that right?" Booger asked quietly with little emotion.

"Yes, sir. I want that more than anything, sir. I want you and my dad to be proud of me, Master Red."

"We are proud of you, Sonny, but 'control,' means control in all things, not just what you pick and choose," Booger said.

"Yes, sir, you're right, Master. Thank you for your correction, sir," Sonny said sincerely.

"You know better than to question an order from your master," Booger said.

"Yes, sir. I was wrong to question my master, sir. I'm aware my action was unacceptable and I am embarrassed from my lack of judgment and self-control," Sonny said quietly.

Red sat for quite a while not saying anything. Of course Boots and I were trying not to pay attention, but Boots knew what Booger was up to. He winked at me, but he didn’t smile when he did it. I didn't dare react because I was hurting for Sonny. Not because he did wrong, nor because my master might punish him, but for his embarrassment for having shown disrespect to the master he loved and adored more than anyone except his dad. Booger didn't say anymore. He just kept drinking his beer and acted as if the subject was dropped. He started talking to Boots and me about where we might stay for the evening. He didn't want to stay around here where we were obviously not welcome. Should we travel to the next town or find another place here on the other side of town? Did either of us have a preference for dinner? Did we see a place on the way that looked promising for food? Boots and I knew exactly what Booger was doing, and we went along with him without a smile or seeming like we were wise to what was going on.

"Master Red," Sonny spoke, "may I be excused to go to the head, sir," he asked. Booger just nodded and Sonny left for the head.

Boots leaned over to Booger and spoke quietly, "You have carte blanche to punish him any way you see fit. I trust you with anything, Master, and that includes my son. If he wants to learn to be a good and useful slave bad enough he needs to understand he should and will be punished if he's disrespectful or challenges his master. I don't know what got into him. Even as his dad he knows I won't tolerate that kind of nonsense from him. He knows better than to ever challenge a final decision of mine."

"I appreciate that, Son. Let me handle this – agreed?" Master Red asked.

"Absolutely, Master," We both told him.

"When he returns let's hit the road, find a place to bunk, get cleaned up, then go to dinner."

"Fine," Boots and I responded.

Sonny returned, and we were getting ready to leave. He downed the last of his Booger beer and started getting ready to go. We left the place and Booger picked an out of the way motel with small individual cabins. He got two for us and paid in advance for one night's stay. We got cleaned up and went to dinner at a small coffee shop in the downtown district. Sonny was quiet through dinner. He was polite and tried to follow the conversation, but you could tell he was hurting inside. He was in great emotional turmoil. Booger knew it too but didn't say a word about it to Sonny.

Boots knew what Booger was doing, and while he didn't like to see his kid hurting, he knew he deserved it. Sonny always had an appetite, but he didn't eat much of his food that night. We returned to our rooms and Booger said goodnight to Boots and Sonny. He told them we were going to bed early and get a good nights sleep. We'd see them tomorrow morning. We went into our cabin and closed the door. It started raining. It was the prelude to one Hell of a storm that lasted several days.

"Master, please don't ever do that to me. Knock me across the room, bitch slap me ‘til I speak in tongues, bend me over your knee, but please don't cut me out like that. Sonny knows this issue ain't resolved between you," I said.

"Speak in tongues, Cowboy? Good one!” Booger chuckled, “I appreciate your sympathy for Sonny. I'm being firm with him. He has a decision to make. If he wants to be a good slave then he will come to me and beg me to punish him. I could simply insist on punishing him and do it, but it won't have nearly the same impact as having to come to me on his knees and beg for his punishment. You? Why, I'd never try that with you. You'd see right through me. You're right, best I just back hand you to get your attention. You'd never question an order from me anyway. Even when we were going through rough times you obeyed me ninety-nine point forty-four one hundred percent of the time. When you dedicate yourself to something or someone, there's no such thing as halfway with you. That's why I love you so much, you little shit." I went to him and he opened his arms. "You don't have to correct a slave who tries as hard as you do to serve and please me, Son," my master said, kissed me, and got me roaring hard with his gentle tenderness. I looked down at his boots and spoke, "Sometime soon though – please, Master," I begged softly.

"I know, you don't want to do wrong to get what you need. Trust your Master, Son – he'll take care of his slave soon enough, understand?" he asked.

"Thank you, Master. My master always takes good care of his slave. By the way, Master, I give it ten more minutes before there's a knock on our door, but it won't be Sonny. It'll be Boots. Sonny will send him to request you to please come talk with him for a minute."

"I won't say – " Booger started. There came a knock on the door. Booger grinned real big, nodded for me to get it and there stood Boots.

"Come in, Son," Booger said to Boots, "what can we do for you?"

"Master, you can guess I've been sent to humbly request you to consider going next door to speak with your slave for a minute. He's a mess, Master Red. He ain't stopped crying since we got in. I told him he really fucked up. He asked me what he could do? You didn't tell him what you wanted. It ain't what Master Red wants, Sonny,” I told him, “it's what you want. Do you really want to be a slave?"

"Yes, sir, more than anything," he replied.

"Why do you think Master Red asked you if that's what you truly wanted?"

"I've tried to think, but I'm confused. I don't know for sure."

"He was waiting for you to ask him to punish you to correct your disrespect, Son. You have to prove to him you want to become a slave bad enough to beg him to punish you; otherwise, the man's wasting his time. Furthermore, the more I come to learn about master/slave relationships from Booger and observe Cowboy and him, I'm forming my own ideas about what I would expect from a slave; any slave, including you.

“If I ever decide to take you or any man as my slave, I wouldn't put up with shit like that for a minute. Hell fire, you know damn well I would never put up with that from you as my kid. My best advice to you? Get on your knees, crawl to that big man’s feet, plead to pay homage to his boots, and beg him with all your heart to consider correcting your mistake by punishing you.

“This ain't no game with Master Red, Son. He put it on the line for you. Don't consider becoming a slave and submitting yourself to him for training if you ain't drop-down-dead serious. He ain't gonna' punish you unless he's convinced you mean what you say. Why should he? He has a wonderful slave who would never consider questioning him. Have you ever heard Cowboy question his master?"

"No, sir. I know Cowboy. He has the heart of a slave, he would never question his master."

"Well, there you go. Then you know what you have to do," Boots finished, "He's ripe, Master. He’s ready to beg you to punish him. He promises only to take a minute of your time. He sent me so's I could stay over here with your slave while you deal one on one with him; otherwise, he would have come himself."

"I'll go talk with him. How are you about this, Boots? I won't go through with this if you're the least bit worried about it. I'm not suggesting the boy be subjected to pain past the point of punishment. I promise I won't physically damage him, but he probably won't be able to ride his bike for a day or two. If he does, it'll be uncomfortable. We can certainly afford to take a day or two off from riding. We may be stuck here for several days anyway because of this storm. It might be a prefect time to settle this," Booger said in his best master voice.

"I still feel the same way, Master Red. I told him I could overlook him being disrespectful to me once in a while but to you, never. I didn't tell him I was ashamed of him, but I did tell him I was disappointed. I've never been ashamed of my boy, but if he wants this resolved he's gonna' have to pay your price. I understand it will probably be punishment I'm sure he won't soon forget. As I agreed earlier this afternoon, I trust you and I'll leave it totally in your hands.

“I'll be curious to see how he responds. I've never punished him in all these years by a spanking or belt. He's not a bad boy, but he needs to know he can't get away with crap like that with you. He promised me, your punishment, no matter how severe, couldn't be half as bad as the pain he's suffering now."

"Okay, you guys wait here. I'll return in a minute. I'm not going to do it tonight, anyway. I have obligations to my slave this evening I won't put aside for Sonny. I love him like he was my son, but if he wants to consider me one of his masters, I insist he never question me again. It's not only for respect for me as his master, it's for his protection."

Booger went next door to talk with Sonny and left Boots with me in our cabin listening to the rain on the cabin roof. Boots looked worried. He loved his kid, but he knew he couldn't give Sonny what Booger was about to. I took Boots in my arms and told him it would be all right, our master knew what he was doing. I also warned him if one of these mornings soon, I had a fat lip and black eye to think nothing of it. It's something I need, my master provides me once in a while to keep his slave happy. I told him about the days of the sex wars, and he laughed. I explained, as a result, I sometimes crave that roughness and my master is kind enough to provide it for me once in a while. Boots kept shaking his head.

"If I live to be a hundred, I'll never fully understand you two, but I can't fault your relationship. I would give one of my nuts to have that kind of relationship with Sonny."

"Keep listening to my Master, Boots, I promise you will have, and it won't even cost you one of your nuts." Boots laughed with me.

Booger walked softly next door and could hear Sonny crying softly. The tough, old, battle scarred, ugly warrior, stopped a minute to gather himself. When he heard the young man whom he came to think of as his own, crying his heart out in disappointment and emotional pain, he almost lost it for a minute. 'Did he really want to do this?' he asked himself. He thought about Sonny’s indiscretion and wondered if he was being too hard-nosed; after all, the kid did realize he challenged his master and immediately apologized. Should he just let him off with a stern warning?

‘No! Damn it! I love the kid! I don't love him the same way as Cowboy, but I love him just as much. Cowboy will always be number one, closest to my heart.’ Booger thought to himself. It was because of his love for Sonny, my master realized he had to be strong. He knew he must do this, otherwise Sonny would never be content unless he could be a complete and total slave to a master. If he wants it, asks for it, and understands why it must be so, Booger was going to see Sonny got the correction he needed. To become content and happy as a slave Sonny must learn the freedom and security of knowing he must never question his master. Booger knocked gently on the door.

"Come in, please, sir," Sonny said and fell to his knees. Booger walked in and stood before him. He dare not look up at his master, "I know I've disappointed you, Master Red, and I'm so ashamed of myself. May I please, Master, have the honor of paying homage to your boots, then I have something to say."

"Permission granted, Slave."

Sonny didn't just kiss Booger's boots he cleaned them with all the love in his heart and made sure he did a first rate job. Booger didn't hurry the boy. He knew this was important to him. The big biker had to admit to himself it was probably just as important to him. He was setting the stage for what was to come between them. Sonny did a good job on both boots and Booger put his hand down for him. Sonny completed the ritual, kissed his master's hand, then started sobbing in his arms.

Sonny once again fell to his knees, bowed his head and spoke to his master, "Please, Master, I'm so stupid. I know I did wrong. I knew I made a big mistake the minute I challenged you. I didn’t show you the respect you deserve, sir. You were right to stop me, and I understand why you did. It was neither the time nor the place for a fight. You established I needed correction, but I didn't understand I should request you to consider punishing your slave.

“I’m so sorry, Master. I’ve been confused about what to do until my dad talked with me and pointed out what I needed to do. So, Master Red, please, I’m begging you on my knees, please consider punishing your slave. I truly want to be a good slave. I understand my disrespect won’t be tolerated and can't be overlooked. I don't want it overlooked, sir. I will gladly accept any punishment you deem necessary. I won't expect your decision tonight, but please, Master, please consider it. I certainly deserve and need punishment.

“I understand punishment is part of a master's control over his slave. There's no defense for my actions. I was wrong. Help me, Master. Help me become the slave I want to be and one you might be proud of. Any punishment you choose for me can't be worse than the pain I feel now for having disappointed you. You know how much I love, honor, and respect you, Master Red."

"Are you absolutely sure it's what you want, Slave?" Booger asked.

"Yes, sir, more sure than I've been about anything in my life, Master Red. I understand I must be punished, sir, if I want to become a good slave. I have no defense, Master Red, I showed you disrespect by challenging your authority. I was out of line and there's no excuse for that. I'm begging you to consider punishing me, sir. I hope I may expect correction, sir. I know it will help me become a better slave, and I promise, I'll never question you again, sir."

"I have no fear of that, Son. If I decide to grant your request for punishment and you still want it, when I'm through with you, I promise you, you will never question me or any other master again."

The next night Red granted Sonny's request for punishment. It was a stormy, rain filled night. The electric storm and thunder were unbelievable, a perfect, gothic night to punish a slave. Boots and I were in his cabin and Sonny and Master Red were in ours. We lay together and could hear the whip landing on Sonny's ass amid the lightening and thunder. Always in sets of ten. After a while, we lost count and had nothing of amusement to say about Sonny's plight. Boots finally breathed a sigh of relief when we were sure the punishment was over. Booger stayed all night with Sonny that evening.

"Sonny needed this, Cowboy. Not only for correction of his disrespect for Master Red, but for the many times he's begged me to take a whip to him. He'll be changed by this, for the better, wait and see. This is Sonny's rite of passage into manhood and a test of his seriousness about becoming a slave. Master Red took him to the brink tonight, and I'm proud of him for that."

Sonny's punishment was not enjoyable. Sonny thought it might be, but found out his master was serious about his correction. Sonny told me later it was something I never wanted to experience. Take it from him, be a good slave to your master and never question him. He promised me, he would never question our master or any master ever again. I never did question one of Booger orders. I thoroughly learned my lesson.

It probably would’ve been harder on Boots if he realize and understand the depth of Booger's love for his boy. Booger never kept his feelings for Sonny secret from Boots or me. Boots own personal love for Booger and the love Booger showed him canceled any thoughts of Red being a threat to Boots' world. The more Red worked with Sonny, the more control over Sonny he demanded and got. Boots approved and encouraged Booger to take control. Boots and I could see a dramatic change in Sonny. Boots told me it was the first time he'd ever seen Sonny fired-up or passionate about anything. He was intent on becoming a good slave to Booger and winning his master's approval.

Boots knew Booger would be firm, but he wouldn’t permanently damage nor impair his son. Red didn't physically hurt Sonny, but he sure tweaked his attitude. The next few days Sonny was a humble, attentive, and loving slave. His master could do no wrong. His dad could do no wrong. He wouldn't question anything his dad ask of him. Sonny's ass was so red he could barely sit for any length of time let alone ride his bike.

Even with the obvious discomfort he was in, Boots and I overheard him quietly tell Booger how sorry he was for his disrespect and how grateful he was for his master's punishment and correction. He appreciated Booger being interested enough in him to demand control. Sonny knew his master cared enough to punish him and whip his ass into becoming a good slave. Boots and I lost count how many times he told Booger. Each time his master took him into his arms and assured him he was a good slave, but even the best of slaves need correction from time to time.

Boots would look at me roll his eyes, smile, and we'd laugh together at poor Sonny. Boots couldn't have been more pleased Booger took the initiative to administer punishment to Sonny. He knew from Sonny’s reaction, he wouldn't soon forget it. Sonny never questioned his master or his dad again. Before Sonny did anything he'd quickly glance at our master and Booger would respond with a subtle head sign; 'yea' or 'nay.' Sonny picked that up from observing the way I interacted with our master.

Booger could read Sonny and me like a book. He knew what we wanted and most times just a simple glance in his direction was enough request for him to make a decision. Our master didn't require a full blown formal ceremony for every request. A modified abridged version worked well in public where our status of being owned by another man wouldn't be understood. If Red didn't respond it didn’t mean he wouldn't later, but for the time being, it meant put your request on hold. Sometimes he would move one of his boots and look down at it like he needed a little more formal request.

Sonny loved and respected his master even more after his correction. Boots and I talked about it and lovingly laughed about Sonny when we were alone together. That one session of correction with his master did amazing things for the young slave. Boots couldn't believe the change in his son. Sonny lost his frenetic edge, became calmer, more relaxed, began to see humor in situations, became a more pleasant and attentive companion, and to Boot’s delight, became even more respectful and devoted to his dad.

Booger and I discovered Sonny developed subtle ways of manipulating his dad to get what he wanted. It created a dichotomy for Sonny who wanted a strong alpha-male to control him. Sonny allowed his dad to think he was in control. It went on for so many years Boots didn't have a clue. Booger and I also discovered Sonny wasn't even aware he was doing it. Thus, Red uncovered the crux of Sonny's frustration with his dad. Sonny consciously wanted his dad's control all these year, but his subconscious was controlling his dad at every turn. It became a vicious circle. The more his dad fell in love with his son, the greater control over Boots Sonny had. Sonny wanted everyone to think he was already playing the role of a devoted slave to his dad, and all his dad had to do was pick up the reins and ride.

Not true. Booger quickly saw what was dwelling beneath the surface was the greater picture of who was in control. Boots wasn't a dumb man by any stretch. He was an easy going arrested development adolescent. He escaped the vengeful, dark, petulant mood swings associated with adolescence with the acceptance of the responsibility of raising a child. If that don't mellow a man out nothing will. You're forced to develop an even-temperament if you care about your kid. No matter how unorthodox his methods, according to my Master, Boots very probably was more successful in raising a wonderfully decent human being than ninety-five percent of the tight-ass fundamentalist out there.

Sonny fell in love with Booger from the beginning, but now, Sonny worshiped him. Physical appearances be damned, Booger was the first man in his life, other than his own dad, who fit Sonny's criterion of alpha-male. To Sonny's confusion and ultimate surprise and delight, Booger was an alpha-male who cared enough to offer real control Sonny couldn't manipulate. The episode of correction served notice to a bright eyed ‘wanna' be’ slave boy he just entered the big leagues. From that point, there would be no turning back. Sonny didn't want to turn back.

Booger took pity on Sonny and we stayed in the same motel a couple of nights. The rain storm was still going strong, and it was a good excuse for us to call a temporary halt to our journey. The motel boasted an indoor heated pool and spa for Sonny to sit in. He rebounded quickly, but he was still very much his master's devoted slave.

Booger and I were growing closer each day. I was Booger's property, he owned me, body and soul. He became my loving master and he was right. He fostered both my body and soul with diligence and care. I no longer held anything back from him, and he gave me more that I could have ever bargained for. I stopped playing power games. I allowed him to be my owner, and he reveled in his role. He was damn good at it, too. Booger was born to be a master. He took complete control and I served him without question. The tighter he strengthened his control the more free I felt. I began to wonder why I lived so long trying to bump my own way through life.

The song, "I Did It My Way,' is the anthem of the egocentric, their rationalization for loneliness. I did it my master's way, and was so consumed by his love I couldn't imagine loneliness. We still shared our rough sex we loved, but instead of name calling we would argue for hours who loved whom the most. Then, Booger would decide he wasn't going to put up with my smart, insolent, young ass, and he would damn well show me how much he loved me. He'd slap me around in mock anger, hit me pretty damn hard sometimes, too. I loved it. I'd keep a straight face and played out our passion seriously. I'd crawl slowly to his boots and beg him to let me pay homage to them. I'd let him overpower me and rape the holy crap out of me. Afterward, we would lie for hours making love, and he would force me to admit he loved me more. I would, but he really didn't. Part of being a good slave is learning when to allow your master to believe something and agreeing with him whether you really do or not.

"I say it is the moon."

"I know it is the moon."

"Nay, then you lie, slave: it is the blessed sun."

"Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun: But sun it is not, when you say it is not; And the moon changes even as your mind, Master. What you will have it named, even that it is; And so it shall be so for your trusting slave."

It was hot, wonderful sex between us. I still think of those times and pop a boner. Every time I think about Booger Red sitting on my face, grinding his big ugly man butthole onto my mouth, like Pavlov's dog my mouth and dick both start to drool. When we met other bikers I'd introduced Booger as my master and me as his slave. I paid homage to his boots on command in front of the other bikers to show my love and subservience to my master. Booger was proud of me and wasn't stingy with his love and affection. Sometimes he would embarrass me to tears in public. With lots of people around he'd throw his arms around me, locking my arms so tightly to my side I couldn't move, and plant the biggest, most bodacious kiss square on my mouth. Mouths would drop open all around us. Finally, I would just give in and melt in his arms.

'Fuck the world,' I thought, 'look at our love – while it may not be anything like your idea of love as your narrow minded vision defines it, but it has more passion and substance than yours will ever have? I only have the love of this man, this big ugly wonderfully caring, magnificent beast, for a while. I love him. To say I was besotted with his love would be infelicitous. I am his slave. I'm his property. He owns me, body and soul. Can you claim that of your love? Are you willing to give yourself to another person to become an extension of them and their life? What do you have to bond you to your love, a vow, a troth, a certificate, or an exchange of rings? Those vows are easily rationalized by the small brain between your legs. That ring is easily slipped off you finger at a moment’s notice. Try removing a collar with an ID tag that's locked around your neck. Try signing a document which transfers you from everyday society to become a piece of property to be owned by another person. Who’s made the bigger commitment?'

We grew together, closer and closer, as I became a part of him. I was being consumed by his love. The look in Booger's eyes that first night I saw him told me he would consume me. I reveled in his need for ever greater control until he devoured almost all there was of me. I was at peace being a 'happy meal' for my magnificent beast knowing by conjoining with him I created a greater purpose for both. I no longer thought of myself as 'me.' I began to have the ultimate freedom of thinking of myself as my wonderfully ugly, tattooed, battle scarred, magnificent beast. I was almost fully devoured. There wasn't even a good meal left for my beloved master. Only bits and pieces for him to savor and snack on. He was full with me and mellow to the point of a sated glutton.

I could look at him while we were riding and know what he was thinking, whether good comfortable thoughts or the darkness of facing his own mortality. None of us think about it much until it looks us in the eye. I would nod my head slightly, Booger would signal Boots and Sonny to go on and meet us at the next town on the same highway. We'd pull under a grove of trees away from being observed, and I would suck him off on his bike. Those were the best of times. After we got back on our bikes, I would ride for miles with the lingering taste of his fresh ejaculate in my mouth. With every deep breath of fresh air pouring into my lungs I could smell his fresh masculine scent on my mustache. He had his own fragrance that was pungent but totally satisfying to me. He tasted like a beast in love. It was no longer his smell, his taste, I was consumed by him. He finished his meal plus the left overs, he became our smell, our taste. His seed lay warm within the belly of his beloved slave who lay within the belly of his master's sated heart.

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Booger Red came to love Sonny like his son and was damn well going to see to it he trained his boy to become the best slave he could be, the slave Sonny insisted he wanted to be. Booger's legacy was to leave Sonny in the hands of a good master who would take care of him the way he needed and deserved to be cared for. That man, was Boots. He was working with Boots every day. There was no room for doubt in my master's mind the man who loved Sonny most in the world should know the joy, pleasure, and benefits of taking his son for his slave. He and Boots shared periods of time when Sonny and I knew better than to disturb them. They'd have their heads together talking intimately and sincerely about things. There would be an aura surrounding them which would leave Sonny and I in awe.

It was as if Booger was pouring his essence into Boots and Boots couldn't drink from him fast enough. Master Red was slowly building Boots' sense of self-worth to make him understand to claim Red's adopted son/slave as his slave was mutually best for both, for Sonny, for Boots, but especially for Sonny's master/father. I didn't realize it until later but Booger actually told Boots he would take his son away from him. He let Boots stew with that idea for several days. Then it came to Boots. 'Yes! By God, I understand! That's what Booger must do. It’s so clear now. Sonny must become Booger's total slave, then Red will give him back to me as a well trained slave and not as my son, my little boy.' Boots rarely cried. He did that evening in Booger's big arms. He cried from the joy of the big man's understanding. He also cried from relief. Booger showed Boots a way he could work it out in his own mind to take Sonny for his slave.

Booger put it to Sonny, having fully discussed it with Boots and with his total approval, Sonny must give up his allegiance to his dad to become Booger's total slave. He wouldn't allow Sonny to discuss it with his dad. Sonny had to make this decision on his own, at that moment. He may tell his dad later of his decision and Booger insisted, he must tell him. My master wouldn’t allow his decision to be kept a secret from Boots. If he failed to tell his dad, it would mean Sonny was ashamed to be known as Booger's other slave.

"Do you trust me, Boy?" Booger asked sternly and growled at Sonny.

"Of course I do, sir. You know I do, Master Red."

"I have discussed it with my slave and you will become my second slave. He would never question me, but I know where my salve's heart is. His heart is with me in this decision. He neither has a choice nor would he want one. He's a good and correctly trained slave in whom I am well pleased. I couldn't do this nor would I unless my slave was fully a part of me. Cowboy is no longer just my slave he has become me. To use his words, 'I have consumed him.' It is my decision to have you as my other slave as a second extension of me. My first slave will open his arms and heart to you as his brother slave."

Sonny started crying at his Master's feet. He wanted nothing more than to become Master Red's second slave. He never dared dream of the possibility, but could he abandon his dad? How would that make his dad feel? Master/slave bullshit aside would it break his heart? Sonny's greatest mistake was not trusting Booger. He knew he could trust him, but there was the looming question of his dad. Sonny was over-thinking the situation. It should have been clear his first and only decision would be to obey his master. The key to the conundrum was his dad gave complete control over to Booger and would honor any decision our master made.

"Oh, Master Red, I'm so overcome with joy and gladness you would find me worthy to make me your other slave."

"Not another word, Slave. Have you learned nothing from your master? Haven't you learned he loves you, respects you, and trusts you? He trusts you to do the right thing. You will do the right thing, Slave," Booger insisted.

"Those lessons, sir, they're engraved upon my soul."

"You were severely punished once for questioning your Master. Have you forgotten that lesson, Slave?" Booger growled at him.

"Absolutely not, Master Red. I have not nor will I ever question you again, sir."

'He's pressing and I'm hemming and hawing,' thought Sonny to himself. 'He is the best of Masters. He knows what this slave is doing. He's no dummy. Once before I missed what he was trying to tell me. Stop being afraid and listen; not only listen but hear what your master is telling you. He said he trusted me; I would do the right thing. Oh, God, I want to be his slave.'

"Then it's time for a decision. I will have complete control over you. That means your complete trust. You will answer only to me. Any request for consideration will be bought before me. I will have your heart and soul; nothing less. I will systematically consume you as I have my other slave until you become my left hand. Cowboy will always be my right hand, the closest to my heart. You will be conjoined within me to work in unison as an extension of me to please me, pleasure me, provide me with what comfort I require of you, and see to my needs."

Sonny was quiet for a minute. He didn't dare look into his master's face for a clue. He knew his decision must come from his soul. He wanted so desperately to cross the threshold and no longer be his master's toy in training. In a way, it would be his doorway to freedom as his brother had so many times described to him. The offer to be consumed by this man, this ugly beast of a master, was too great a thought, too great a temptation, yet how could he leave his dad behind?

"One last time I will ask you, Slave, before I ask your decision. Do you trust your master?" Once again Booger growled at him.

'Oh, God, you idiot. He just laid it on a silver platter. He wants me to trust him. He wouldn't ask this of me if he wasn't sure it was the best thing for me and my dad. He's a master who has to control and is certainly most worthy of control over you. You have never been sorry for allowing Master Red to control you. Why do you hesitate? For God's sake, allow him to control you this moment for the sake of your soul.'

"I trust you completely in all things, Master," Sonny said in a soft but resolute voice.

"I will have your decision, Slave," Booger repeated.

Sonny didn't hesitate with his final decision. "It is with all my heart, my beloved Master, all joy and humility, I tell you it would be the single greatest honor of my life to become your second slave and be consumed by you. I'm overwhelmed by your offer to become your second slave. I feel unworthy, sir."

"Pay homage to your new master's boots, Slave, and know your master has found you worthy – worthy enough to make you his second slave. Never say those words to your master again. Do you not know your master would never take unto himself a flawed or unworthy slave. Would you offer your master a rotten apple?" Booger asked.

"Never, sir, only the best."

"Then be the best for me you can be, Slave."

Sonny was crying, licking, and cleaning his master's boots. He had to keep licking his tears from Booger's big boots, but they made it all the more sweet for him. He was now licking his real master's boots and not a master who was only training him. He found his master's rough, magnificent hand waiting for him. The kiss of his master's hand would seal the troth he gave to become his slave. He kissed it with love and reverence then gently placed it to his forehead.

"Come to your master's arms, worthiest of slaves, and give your master your heart."

Sonny couldn't contain himself a moment longer and jumped into Boogers's arms to kiss, cry, and kiss him some more. Then Red held him tighter than ever before and didn't let him go until Sonny's body stopped its spasms. To seal the truth of his soul and his body's need to become Booger's slave, he ejaculated in his leathers within his master's arms. His master continued to hold him and pour his love into his new slave. He told him of his love for his new son, his slave. He told him his first order was for him not to stop loving his dad, or to stop serving him. He would simply be serving him as an extension of his master. Booger promised his new slave, his dad would understand. He explained Sonny must be bonded to his master to complete the rest of his training. As soon as we completed our trip, his slave would enter formal training in Los Angeles and be recognized by our family as Booger Red's second slave.

Red was convinced Boots should, could, and would become the master Sonny needed. While he loved and respected Boots, he was doing it for Sonny. Why? Because he promised a confused, worried, worthy, young man, who wanted nothing more out of life than to love and serve his dad as his slave. Boogerf would make it so. By making Sonny his second slave Booger, in effect, took him away from his dad. Now each would have a chance to grow separately for a while, then reunite when the master determined it was best for both. I was never jealous of Booger's love for Boots or Sonny. He loved me altogether differently than he loved them. Besides, it left me free to love them all the more. Boots became my big brother and Sonny became my slave brother.

Boots never failed to stun me when I saw him naked. He was neither shy nor found it unnerving to have me look at him nude. In fact, like my old man, he very much enjoyed flaunting himself in front of me. He knew he struck a cord in me he loved to strum. It helped him become a master and he began to enjoy taking from me what I brought to him, almost exactly like my old man. Damn, he was a good looking man, but even without his clothes, he looked like a biker; a very hot biker, I might add. The icing on the cake? Boots fucked me almost the same as my dad. Like my old man, when Boots fucked me, I stayed fucked for a while. Also like my old man, Boots couldn't seem to get enough of my cowboy butt. I felt the same about Boots. I felt the same about my old man. My dream was to get them both in a bed for one evening. Damn. Makes me old dick hard just thinking about it.

Since we let Booger be in charge, he decided who bunked it in with whom and when. He didn't overdo his relationship with Sonny or Boots. Even after he made Sonny his slave, I got the lion's share of my master, and he was considerate to look for signs of discontent. I assured him he was doing a great job of being our master. Loving two men I respected and admired was something few get to experience. Booger gave me everything I could want, and I would've been happy to be exclusive with him; however, Boots gave me things I couldn't get from my master, and I came to love and appreciate what Boots had to offer. Likewise, Boots got certain things from me he couldn't get from Sonny. Booger assured me my communication with Boots was as much a part of his plan as punishing Sonny or making him his slave. What Boots got from me was the knowledge of how it could feel to have his son for his slave.

Boots and I never fooled ourselves, neither of us would give up the treasures we had in Booger or Sonny; nevertheless, we drank deeply from each other and flowed freely back and forth. We spoke many times of the joy we experienced being with each other. We weren't afraid to use the "L" word with one another either. I fell deeply in love with Boots as he did with me. To this day I can truthfully say I'm still deeply in love with Boots and have no doubt of his love for me. Over the years he has proved it over and over. We knew, no matter where our lives took us after this journey we would never be far from each other the rest of our lives. He and Sonny were closer to me than brothers. They each had a chunk of my soul, and I carried a goodly chunk of theirs in my heart.

I loved and enjoyed serving Boots. My master told me I was a major influence on him. I insisted he use me as a slave and take from me what he needed as was his due as my master. He wanted to please me, but he knew to accomplish that he had to assume control and become my master. And much like my dad, he didn't need training wheels. It didn't take him long to get the hang of it, and he found the reward for him was greater than anything he experienced. I would have no problem serving Boots for the rest of our days.

Boots began to open to Booger more and more. He wanted to know what he must do to become a master; not just Sonny's master but a master to any man. Booger took Boots by the hand and pulled no punches. He laid it out for Boots exactly what and how he must begin to think of himself. He must believe in his heart he let his son go to become the slave of another man, a master. If he was to be – hypothetically – willed one of Booger's slaves, he must accept him as his slave and not his former son. He must begin to think of his son as transformed. Like a family would have to begin to think of a beloved daughter who entered a convent.

She would always be their child, but her vows would take her away from them. She would never be able to return to them as their daughter. Once she said her vows and was accepted into the order, she in effect, became the bride of Christ. Could Boots understand where Booger was coming from? Boots had no problem with the idea and assured him he understood the concept just as soon as he got through rolling on the floor from Booger's analogy. He had a hard time envisioning Sonny in a habit.

Boots allowed Booger all the more control over Sonny, but he could see the subtle ways his boy began to reacted to him. Sonny no longer called Boots ‘dad.’ Boots was now, Master Boots. Sonny was more comfortable with Boots, and slowly, Boots began to gain more and more self-assurance with Sonny. He no longer called him ‘son.’ Most times in private he didn't even call him ‘Sonny,’ he simply called him 'slave.' The more I observed my master working with them, the more impressed and in awe of him I became. I never could have done what I was observing right before my eyes. My magnificent beast was so much more than I might have imagined behind his big, mean, ugly man demeanor. Unwittingly, I picked a master among masters.

I was told that early on by several men and thought their comments were casual toss offs; however, they were trying to tell me what they knew. My master was, indeed, a master to be reckoned with. If I wanted to become a slave, there was no better master than my magnificent beast for the job. He certainly accomplished his goal with me and left no doubt he was going to be successful with Sonny.

It was a sobbing Boots who spoke to his training master, "Master Red, sir, please keep my son as your slave forever. I'll continue to see him, love him, along with you and your other slave, satisfied to be a part of your greater family. Master, I can't bear the thought of having one of your slaves willed to me." Boots was almost more devastated than me at the thought of losing Booger. Red took him into his arms to comfort him. I knew why. Sonny heard none of the conversation and couldn't understand why Master Boots, his dad, was in tears.

I told Sonny, in his teaching, Master Red has that effect on folks sometimes. He agreed, he understood. Loving Red and the experience with Boots and Sonny taught me no matter how many people you love, each love will be different, but each will be as valid as the other. Each will bring something new and wonderful you've never experienced before. It only makes you grow more, so when the Old Man decides to reap his harvest, you have as much love as possible to return to him.

Folks who get trapped in a 'grief rut' sometimes believe they'll never find another love to replace the one they lost. That's only partially true. No, you won't find another love to replace it. It just doesn’t work that way. It would have to be the same love to replace it and that's not possible; however, you can find another love, and it will be every bit as important and valid. You only have to ask. I expressed my love to Sonny many times and offered my sympathy concerning his mistake and ultimate punishment.

He told me not to feel sorry for him. He realized he deserved and needed the correction. His punishment was only a part of it. He was totally wrong and never should've been so stupid to question his master. He only loved our master more for having the patience to correct him. He assured me he would never again question an order from either master. He was not sorry for his punishment. He learned a great lesson. If he wanted to make the step to becoming a good slave he had to pay Master Red's price or he could never cross that threshold. Sonny was at peace with his resolve. He wouldn't be Master Red's slave today if he hadn't begged him for correction. He was glad he did.

You couldn't help love Sonny. If he loved you, he'd fall all over himself trying to do for you. Boots raised him to not have a mean bone in his body. That didn't mean Sonny was a lightweight. Far from it. He had the heart of a tiger. A couple of times on our trip, with a nod from his master, he got in front of his master to convince some biker he didn't want to fuck with us. Sonny could look pretty damn intimidating when he was in 'protect-my-family' mode. I have to say Sonny had balls, and not just between his legs. Booger was proud of Sonny. Sonny would quickly glance at his master and if he got the 'go-for-it' nod he was meaner than a sack full of bob cats. Together, Sonny and I made a pretty formidable pair. Other than my master, the person I'd most want covering my back was my slave brother, Sonny.

We did get into one altercation with six bikers who decided they were going to help themselves to what we had. We offered to share, but they were having none of it. They wanted everything including Booger's leathers and boots. (Can you imagine the trauma that caused Sonny and me? We laughed about it for years afterward) Booger knew what Sonny and I were capable of, and when we offered to take care of the six of them, he gave us his 'go-ahead.' Boots wasn't so sure. Booger calmed him and told him to relax, sit down, and enjoy what he was about to witness. I turned to Booger and Boots and spoke loud enough so the scoot trash could hear.

"Masters, please don't be concerned. Don't soil yourselves with this trash. Your slaves with take care of these homos for you PDQ!" Sonny looked at me, smiled, nodded and we went to work. Red and Boots were ready to jump in if they saw the other bikers were getting the best of us. It was no problem. Sonny had my back and I had his. I was more trained and quicker than Sonny, but he was no slouch. I kept hearing Booger tell Boots, "Now watch this. The kid's quick. Motherfucker didn't see it coming. Damn, I'm proud of that boy! Didn't I tell you he was lethal. Son of a bitch, did you see that punch my other slave made, look at that. Decked the son of a bitch. Ooofff, you know that had to hurt!" Booger would rave.

I took out my three and started on one of Sonny's, he was on his second when the son's of bitches turned and ran. I asked Sonny if he wanted to get 'em. I glanced back and our master and he nodded. That's all we needed. I looked at my brother, and he had fire in his eyes. "Hell, yes, Brother, let's get 'em." We ran towards their bikes, but they already had their engines going, slammed them into gear and took off. They left Sonny and me in the parking lot yelling obscenities at them. We yelled about their questionable diet of canine fecal matter, their undocumented births, and the name they affix a child born without a father. Oh, yes, and we also compared their mothers with a female dog. Then Sonny and I hugged each other, laughed our asses off as we walked, arms around each other, back to our masters. They were smiling ear to ear and beaming with pride.

"Cowboy, Sonny, while the others are out, run over there and check their saddlebags for weapons. If they're locked, pop 'em with this." Booger handed me a small tire iron. We found two fully loaded, forty-five caliber hand guns of which we relieved them. When the others came to, Sonny and I started towards them. They raised their hands in defeat. They wanted no more of us. We didn't say anything but let them go. I'm glad Sonny and I belong to a wise master; wise enough to have Sonny and I go through their saddle bags. They saw the locks popped and cursed. They checked and found their guns missing. They were cursing like crazy, looking at us and shaking their fist. We gave them the finger. They didn't dare come after us. It wouldn't be real bright to go after a man who’s holding your loaded gun. Sonny and I had no doubt, Booger would have used them, too. We left shortly after and laid down several hundred miles of rubber. Booger was concerned they might be a part of a larger gang and might come after us.

We never saw them again. We kept the guns. Booger knew where to hide them so the cops couldn't find them if we were stopped. Master Red told me I had a good idea to stop at an upscale motel for the night. They wouldn't guess we had the bucks to stay there. We found a nice place that again had individual cabins. We got two cabins way in the back. It was nice, private and comfortable. We stayed four nights and relaxed.

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When we left Cheyenne we traveled down to Yellowstone and sort of zig-zagged our way across the states until we got to the great lakes. We stopped at historical spots none of us ever heard of. It was a greater geography lesson for Sonny and me than we could ever get from a book. Years later in conversation something would come up about U.S. geography or capitals and Sonny or I knew it immediately. On whims Booger would have us stop by the damnedest places for fun. I don't know how many two headed calves, two headed chickens, two headed ducks, two headed snakes, we saw. We had a rule. Every time we saw a sign that advertized "SEE BABY RATTLERS - FIFTY CENTS" we would stop. Ninety-nine percent of the time it would be a wooden box covered in hardware cloth and inside would be plastic baby rattlers, not rattlesnakes. Once in a great while, we got the shock of our lives when they actually did have baby rattlesnakes.

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We wanted to cover as much of the Northern states as we could before the end of summer and things began to get wet and cold. It's no fun being out on a bike in the freezing rain. We had massive leathers with us but no matter how much you wore you'd still get chilled to the bone. We planned it just right to be in New England in late autumn. The beauty was breath taking. The four of us felt as if we were riding through God's personal cathedral. The colors were indescribable. The scenery was picture postcard perfect. It had to be one of the high points of our journey.

We toured the Great Lakes area and then Boston, New York, New England, Cape Cod, Maine. Came back down the Eastern seaboard to Washington D.C. and visited all the monuments. We were joined by Master Ben and Tim in D.C. Master Ben had to be in Washington for some conference and Tim was touring with him as personal secretary and adviser. We had a wonderful time with them.

Booger and I were impressed at how fluently Tim spoke the language. He and Master Ben spoke to each other mostly in Arabic. Ben told us Tim was correcting his Arabic most of the time. Ben's so proud of Tim and loves him dearly. He depends on Tim's advice and education dealing with the Washington bureaucrats. Tim has proved extremely valuable in his service to his master. Few in Washington ever knew he wasn't Arab born let alone a brother and slave to the Prince. Tim spent a great deal of time with Ben's father the Sultan and Dr. Keshan would then travel with Ben. Ben loved them both, but it was obvious who Ben and his father preferred.

Tim was so much in love with Ben and Ben thought Tim set the stars in the sky. Tim was not a showoff but was dedicated to being there and pleasing his master. Ben did nothing for himself. Tim was there for his every whim. It was not Ben's idea. Tim had it in him to serve and please his handsome master. When Ben and I were alone, I got him to admit he loved Tim's attention and trained Tim personally to satisfy him sexually the way he wanted and needed. He told me it was going to be hard for him to pleasure one of his wives he was expected to start gathering before much longer. He could keep his consorts/slaves but he must take a wife the next year. He was afraid of how Tim might feel especially when he started having children.

I told Ben, Tim was a slave and his property, but he was also his brother. As long as he felt he was still owned and appreciated there would be no problem. There never was a problem. Ben's children ultimately became Tim's younger brothers and sisters. Tim studied Middle Eastern custom's and accepted the fact his master would have a harem. It was expected; however, Tim knew with whom his master's heart resided. Ben ultimately took a modest fifteen wives; and of those fifteen he only had six children; four boys and two girls. Until the death of his father, when Ben became Sultan, Ben's father swapped with Ben, either Keshan or Tim. He loved Keshan and was extremely proud of him, but Tim was the only male slave the old man would use or allow to service him. He loved Tim as much as his son.

After Tim graduated from college he spent much more time with the Sultan than Master Ben, but he cherished the times he and Ben could get away together. Their love for each other was strong. When Tim grew a full beard and mustache and would wear the full Arabian traditional costume, you couldn't tell him from another Arab. Tim spoke the language so fluently, with no accent, he fooled many in the Sultan's circle of friends. They couldn't tell he was born and raised in the U.S.

We left them on a warm October afternoon and headed down to the still fairly warmer climes of the Southern states. There was something about the "Three Red Gunns" that jelled during that visit to Washington. We became a unit. The Sledge sisters couldn't have put it better, 'We were family, my master, my brothers and me!' Booger Red's three Gunns.

We often stopped in the afternoon so I could perform my duty as a good slave and pleasure my master. Booger developed a signal with Boots and Sonny to go on ahead and wait for us at the first town they came to on the same highway. We usually found them at the first bar having a beer. Well, Boots would be drinking beer. Sonny loved those times because he knew after we joined them Master Red would treat him to a bottle of 'Booger Beer' as Sonny named his recycled brew.

Early one afternoon we were cruising through a stretch of road in South Carolina. I looked over at Booger and saw him glance slightly down to his leathered crotch. I smiled knowingly and nodded as I licked my lips. He broke up laughing, signaled Boots and Sonny to go on ahead, and I followed him off the road into a small roadside park. There was a tall stand of bamboo towards the back, well away from the road and park. The park was deserted as we rode our bikes through and down behind the stand of bamboo. We parked our bikes so we couldn't be seen from the road or the park. Booger and I felt secure we were away from anyone observing us.

My master was still on his bike. I approached him, fell to my knees, and proceeded to clean one of his boots. I finished and when he approved of my job, I moved around to the other side, knelt and cleaned the other boot. Booger held his hand down for me. I took it and kissed it lovingly, placed it to my forehead, and heard my master's voice, "Come, Slave, show your master how much you love him." I kissed my old man until I thought I was going to come in my leather pants.

"Please, Master, may I make love to your cod piece and if I do a good job cleaning perhaps you'll honor me with a taste of your handsome cock, sir. I promise to pleasure you, sir, the best this slave can. I would be honored to provide you with my comfort, Master," I said.

Booger gave his permission and I was on his cod piece in a second, licking, cleaning, tasting the leather, enjoying his flavor and his male odors, then he gave me permission to remove it. I took a corner in my teeth, unsnapped it and pulled it off. Booger took it from me and stuffed it in his back pocket. I made the required love to his big cock, telling him how badly I wanted and needed to taste it; how good it would feel down my throat; begging my master to allow me the honor of pleasuring him. Booger was usually so turned on by that point, I didn't have to do a Hell of a lot of begging. I loved to beg the big man for a taste of his cock. I could even make tears run down my face to convince him how badly I was hurting. He would go along with my shit with a half grin on his face. Most times he'd just growl at me, "Shut up, Slave, and suck my cock."

I always liked to suck Booger's cock on the road, because his crotch would be hot and sweaty and his penis would taste of him, leather, and the odors of the bike all mixed together. I sucked on him for a while, more for my pleasure than his. I knew all I had to do was pull his foreskin back all the way, take a couple hits on his dick and he would erupt like Mt. St. Helens. I'd always catch him in my mouth and hold it to taste the fullness of him.

I'd stick out my tongue to show him how much spunk he deposited in my mouth, then I'd slowly swallow it a bit at a time making satisfying sounds of someone really enjoying a good meal. He took great delight in my shenanigans. He would laugh, but underneath I could sense a great deal of love and pride in his slave to provide so willingly for his needs.

As I swallowed the last bit of my master's come, out of nowhere, came two South Carolina highway patrol motor officers. Booger still had his big cock out on the gas tank of his Harley, and I jumped up off my knees as they swaggered up. They asked for our driver's license. Booger surprised me, he didn't rush or bother to get his cod piece out and put it on. He just let his cock and balls lay out on the gas tank of his bike and reached for his wallet.

The cops were two fine looking motor officers. Both sported big full black mustaches and wore the typical reflecting sun glasses which made them look intimidating. One was bit younger than the other and fascinated by Booger's cock lying on the gas tank. Even with his sun glasses it was obvious he couldn't take his eyes off Booger's huge cock. I noticed they each had wet spots at their crotch and the younger one developed a bead of sweat above his mustache.

"You men stop for a little afternoon delight?" the older, better looking one asked in an flat, off handed manner.

"Yes, Officer," replied Red, still not bothering to put his cock away, "my boy, here, motioned to me a ways back he was hungry for his afternoon treat from his master. I let him have his treat about this time every afternoon. We pulled way back here behind this bamboo break so we wouldn't be seen. What's the problem, Officer? We don't seem to be bothering anyone back here but you two gentlemen?"

"No, sir, but we have sodomy laws here in South Carolina. What you were doing could be thought of as lewd and lascivious conduct."

"Excuse me, Son," Booger interrupted, "how is it 'lewd' and 'lascivious' if no one sees us? We're consenting adults. My slave needed my come, and I honored him with it. Besides, when my boy gets my cock way back down his throat and starts fucking his face real good with it, the way he makes my old cock feel is wonderful. Hell, he can take it almost all the way to my pubs, he's a damn good slave and a mighty fine cocksucker. I look down and see his eyes begging me for it, then he fucks his tight little throat just a little harder like he knows I like it, and I give him his treat. Nothing lewd or lascivious about it." I never heard Master Red talk to anyone in that manner before, but I knew Booger too well by this point. He was up to something, and I watched for any cue he might give me. "From the wet spot in you men's pants, I'd say what we were doing weren't too lewd or lascivious for you. You boys enjoy watching my slave serve his master? How long you been watching us, anyway?"

"You didn't hear us, 'cause we pulled into the park right after you. We've been following you and your buddies for several miles. We saw everything, from your boy licking and cleaning your boots, all the way to him showing you your come in his mouth."

"Well, if'n you got fucking sodomy laws, Officer, I guess you caught us. Damn, Cowboy," Booger turned to me and winked, "I guess we're gonna' get thrown in jail for crimes against nature. You didn't answer my other question, Son. So, tell me, did you and your partner enjoy watching my boy pleasure me? You must have if you didn't come forward right away and stop us," Booger put to them. The older one didn't comment as he took our license aside to confer with the younger cop. The two men were looking at our license and moved away to talk with each other quietly. They kept looking at me and Booger and talking some more. Finally, they came back and returned our licenses.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Grainger, the part about 'lewd' and 'lascivious' was bullshit. Did we enjoy it? Yes, sir, we did. More'n a little bit. I'd say we enjoyed it very much, as a matter of fact. It was like watching a live porn movie. To say it was stimulating wouldn't describe it. Impressed the shit out of us. Did you enjoy watching them, Ralph?" the older one grinned at his partner.

"Scale of one to ten, I'd have to give it a ten plus, Brant," he replied.

"Well, there you go, Mr. Grainger, and I give it the same. So, does that answer your question, sir? We just wanted to meet you and your slave and let you know how much we enjoyed it. We checked your license 'cause my partner, here, swears he recognized your slave. Young man," the older officer addressed me, "by any chance would you be Billy Gunn, the champion roper?"

I chuckled under my breath and, of course, Booger heard me. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, smiled, and rolled his eyes. He had an expression on his face that said, 'Oh, Geez, here we go again.'

"That'ud be me, sir? Also known as my master's cock sucking Cowboy," I added. Red turned his head and laughed.

"Same Billy Gunn Jr. who saved the life of that Arab prince in Vegas?"

"Guilty again, Officer," I said shrugged my shoulders.

"Son of a bitch, I told you, Brant. Didn't I tell ya'?" the younger one said to the older one not taking his eyes off Booger's cock. He was fascinated with my master enormous cock. Booger still didn't make any attempt to put his dick away or hide it from the two men. On the contrary, he put his hand under it and bounced it a few times in his hand. I thought the young cop was going to wet his pants. It dawned on me, my master knew exactly what he was doing and judging from the smile he flashed me, it was working. Booger could be wickedly funny when he wanted to be. He saw the humor in the situation and was going to have some fun.

"Mr. Gunn, my cousin here," the big cop motioned toward his partner, "Ralph and I saw you and your dad rope several times, and we were in Fort Worth when you and he won the championship several years ago. We couldn't believe the beauty and split second reactions of you and your dad. We started roping that week when we got home and we been roping ever since. We've won a lot of local rodeos, but we need to get better.

“We'd like to try our luck on the circuit, but we need help. There's no one in our state what's a top notch roper who could tell us what we're doing wrong and how we might improve. Would you, your master and your two buddies consider following us to our ranch and be our guest for a couple of days. We'd appreciate it if you would help us, maybe give us some tips, sir. It's Friday afternoon and we'd like to invite the four of you for the weekend or longer if you can stay."

"I'd be happy to Mr...?"

"Vaughn-Williams, Mr. Gunn, Brant Vaughn-Williams," the big man walked over to me and shook my hand.

"This, here's, my cousin, Ralph Vaughn-Williams," the young man shook my hand.

"Well, Officer Vaughn-Williams and Officer Vaughn-Williams— "

"No, no, Mr. Gunn, call us Brant and Ralph." Brant looked at his watch, "We're off duty anyway. We followed you and Mr. Grainger 'cause we figured you might be, well – we was kind a hoping you were – we'll you know. Then we heard you call Mr. Grainger 'master' and we knew for sure. I'm Ralph's master and we thought maybe... but, to find out you're Billy Gunn, the cowboy.... Wow!"

"Call me, Cowboy, Brant, Ralph, and this, here, outstandingly handsome gentleman is my master, Master Red Grainger or Master Booger Red as he's known to our family clan."

"Gentlemen – " Booger nodded in acknowledgment, "you may call me 'Master Red.'"

"Yes, sir, Master Red," replied Brant.

"I wouldn't mind watching you men and giving you some help but my master makes all decisions for us, and you'll have to ask him, sir."

"Of course, that was thoughtless of me. I forgot my manners in the excitement. I apologize, Master Red. Sir, we'd be honored if you and your slave, Cowboy, and your two companions might consider being our guests for the weekend at our ranch."

Booger looked at me but didn't say anything. He just kept bouncing his cock in his hand looking the young kid right in the eye. The kid got nervous, shuffled his boots in the dust, then blushed. Booger caught him looking at his big dick, and it didn't take a lot to read the kid's mind. I could read Booger's mind at that moment. I knew exactly what he was going to do. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and began stroking it slowly, pulling the foreskin almost all the way back from the head each time so Ralph could get a good look at the big head on his huge juicy cock. I was laughing inside, Red was so damn full of himself and cocksure that both men were right where he wanted them.

"Well, Officers Vaughn-Williams, Brant, Ralph, after having two handsome motor-patrol officers, South Carolina's finest, watch a bonding ritual between two consenting adults and me feed my slave his afternoon treat without our consent seems to me a violation of our fourth amendment rights. I'd be more than happy to consider your request; unfortunately, from all the excitement of having an audience watch me'n my slave in a very private moment, I'm horny again.

I'm afraid I'm gonna' have to have my cock sucked again before I can make an important decision like that. My boy's had his afternoon allotment of master cream, and I'm very strict with his treats, so – " Booger looked directly at Ralph, whose spot in his pants enlarged from the size of a quarter to a little bigger than a silver dollar. I couldn't believe it, the good looking cop pissed his pants when my master looked at him.

The older cop didn't hesitate. He snapped his fingers at his cousin. "Ralph!" he barked a command to his slave, "Master Red's boots! Get on 'em! Now! You call him 'Master Red.' He'll tell you what he needs." The kid handed me his helmet, tried to smile and was on his knees by Booger's Harley, licking and cleaning my master's boots. Booger let him clean the first one real good. My master let him get a good taste of his big heavy biker boots.

"That's satisfactory, Son. Get on the other one now, Boy," Red growled at him. The young cop moved around to the other side and got busy on the other boot. Brant moved over toward me and spoke over his shoulder to his cousin. "You clean Master Red's boots good, Slave. If he's not pleased and satisfied, I'll shred your fucking ass with my whip tonight." The kid redoubled his efforts. Red winked at me and nodded to me behind Brant's back that it was okay if I wanted to ask Brant if I could suck his cock. I gave him the thumbs up sign I understood.

"I'll stand here with you and watch, Cowboy." I could see the big man's cock getting hard watching his slave service Booger’s boots.

"Master Brant, my master gave me permission to offer myself to you. May I suck you off, sir, while you watch your slave pleasure my master," I asked.

Sure, Son, sounds good to me. Since we're off duty, why not?" he said and whipped out his good size cock. He had a fine mature set of low hanging balls attached. I fell to my knees and started cleaning his boots. I was surprised he let me clean each one for sometime. His big, tall motor officer boots were a real workout for my tongue. I had a lot of practice on Red's tall biker boots.

Finally he told me he was satisfied, to start on his balls. I began to lick and clean his set of low hanging balls. They tasted of man sweat and a little urine that landed on his balls when he shook his big cock after taking a piss. They were a treat, and I cleaned them good. He told me I did a good job and I could start on his beautiful uncircumcised cock. He gently put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around to look at his slave. Booger was lying back with his legs up over the handlebars of his bike, and he just gave the kid permission to remove his ass covering. We heard the snaps pop as Ralph pulled the cover away in his teeth. We watched as he dropped it in Master Red's waiting hand.

I looked up at Brant to see him looking down at me smiling proudly. The kid looked up to see us watching. Brant nodded to him to get busy, take care of the big man. Ralph, began to make the required love to Red's ass with a passion, like it was his favorite dessert he hadn't had in ten years. Officer Brant Vaughn-Williams was satisfied his boy was taking good care of my master.

"Does your master feed you his hole regularly, Son?" Master Brant asked watching Ralph intently.

"Yes, sir, Officer Brant, but not nearly as much as I want. Hell, I want it twice a day and three times on Sunday, sir, but my master don't believe in spoiling his slave with too much sweets," I said. He laughed at my aside, "My master may not be the prettiest man but God put his beauty between his legs and in that sweet, tasty butthole of his," I claimed.

"Shit, son, who the Hell cares what he looks like. He looks like a hot fuck'n man to me. With that cock, his big body covered in leather, those big tall biker boots, all them hot fucking tattoos, your master's a fucking animal. I understand completely where you're coming from, he turns me on, too, big time. Hell, you won't get no argument from me, Son. I fully agree with you, two times a day and three times on Sunday ain't nearly enough for a slave with a master like him. You certainly should be proud you're a rodeo champion, Cowboy, but having a master like him to serve – well – all I can say, Son, is you're one fucking lucky slave to have a beast like him for a master.

"I'm my cousin's master, and he'll tell you I'm a pretty good one. I'm strict with him, don't allow no back talk, and make him dine on my ass before we go on patrol every morning so's he can have the smell of my ass on his 'stache all day while riding his bike. He cleans me good after he takes my clothes off when we get home from work. Then, if he's been really good, I treat him with some more before bedtime. Gives him sweet dreams to dream about sucking his cop master's hole. Now, this may surprise you, but I'd give that master of yours one of my nuts on a silver tray to get me a taste of his big ugly animal butthole. That's been a fantasy of mine since I was a kid, eating out a big ugly mature outlaw biker like your beast. Think he'd honor me with a taste, Son?"

"He just might, Master Brant, he loves to get his hole eaten out. You want me to set it up for you, sir?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'd appreciate it, Son. No rush, when he gets enough of Ralph, and if he'd allow me the honor, I'd like to make sure my slave got him really clean. A man like him deserves to have his ass kept clean by his slaves. You can get between my legs and suck me off while I'm eating me some animal butt."

I laughed to myself. 'Damn, Booger!' I thought, 'I can't take you anywhere.'

It never ceased to amaze me the number of men who found Booger Red their fantasy wet dream come true. I don't ever want him telling me how ugly he is, ever again. I don't wanna' hear it. True, he may not be everyone's cup of tea, but when a man who knows what a master is all about meets him, they're lost. They want to worship at his feet. How did he go so long without taking a slave before now? I decided the only answer had to be a dichotomy of the first order, his ugliness became his beauty.

In some men's eyes, mine included, Booger's ugliness was his biggest draw. Many men have no wish to go with a good looking biker stud. They want the raw, unadulterated, animal power Booger exerts over some men. He knew it, too, and played it to the hilt. He was reveling in having a cop kiss and suck on his asshole. How many bikers out there could only dream of the day a cop would kiss their ass?"

I excused myself, went over to Booger and whispered in his ear. I couldn't stop grinning as I told my master what Officer Brant requested. My master smiled knowingly and nodded his understanding. He handed me the patch to his leather pants and told me to snap it back. He told me to tell Brant he had to show the same need and respect Brant's slave did. After he cleans the cover, makes love to it, he must beg my master and convince him how much he needs to taste his hole, not why he wants it, but why he needs it.

"I want to know why he needs to eat my ass out. When I’m satisfied, I’ll give him permission to remove the leather patch, but it may only be removed with his mouth. The same drill you or any slave has to go through, Son. That's the only way he can have it." My master growled at me in his wonderful voice. I returned to Master Brant and told him exactly what my master said.

"Fuck, is that all? Move aside, Cowboy, I'm about to make love to and suck me some animal butt. I want you down there on my old dick sucking like a Hoover."

"Yes, sir, Officer Brant."

My master had a big smile on his face as Brant knelt between Booger's legs and started licking and cleaning the cover to my master's ass. Booger propped each of his big biker boots on the handle bars so he could give Brant an even better angle to clean his butthole. Red must have been enjoying it, he was moving his ass around and Ralph was having a tough time keeping Booger's cock down his throat. He made Brant clean and suck on the covering to his ass for a good while.

I knew what Booger was doing. He did it to me hundreds of times. He was working Brant's frustrations up to a point, when he finally allowed him to chow down, Brant would dive in like it was a chocolate hot fudge sundae made with rocky road ice cream. It's frustrating knowing you're hungry for something sexual only your master can give you, and what you're hungry for is only four snaps and a thin piece of leather away. He knows your want it; he knows how badly you need it; he knows and can even feel you hurt'n for it; but, he's gonna' make damn sure you appreciate it when he finally allows you to have it.

Your mind plays tricks on you and your nose and mouth don't help. You can smell him, you can taste him, you can feel your prize with your tongue underneath that thin strip of leather; yet, the son of a bitch makes you wait. He'll make you wait until you're crazy with lust to get to it. Your mouth begins to water, producing a volume of saliva. Your insides feel like they're turning to Jello, and still the son of a bitch makes you wait. He’ll make you wait until he's damn well ready to honor you with it; until he thinks you're ripe enough, ready enough, and frustrated enough to eat him like a Danish; to clean him, to make love to his butthole the way he needs. There in lies your frustration, it should always be his need and never your own that's important.

There's been times I begged and begged, really pleaded, and cried real tears; yet, on a whim my master decided I didn't need any that night and denied me all together. That's his right. I agreed to his control when I became his slave. I've learned to accept the fact my master knows what's best for me. Even though he may deny me because of a whim and not to teach any lesson, it's still his right. I'll tell you one damn thing, when he finally does choose to honor you with it, it will be the best tasting thing your ever wrapped your lips around or sink your tongue into.

If and when he finally allows you the honor of having his butt, you can't just dive in. Oh, no. You have to make love to it. Place your lips on it and kiss it hard like it was your master's mouth; his second mouth. You're allowed to french it a little to show your love and how hungry you are; and my master always kisses me back with his second mouth. I can feel him puckering and relaxing his hole. He's kissing me back to show me how much he loves his slave. When he quietly gives you permission to have your treat, your prize, you dive in to his feast like Greg Louganis from the high board. You've waited for it, you've begged for it, you've pleaded with him for it, you've gone through all the preliminary rituals to get to this moment; enjoy, slave, by God, you've earned it.

How does it taste, you ask? You didn't? Well, put down that Baby Ruth you're sucking on, I'm going to tell you anyway. It's the essence of your master. It's his taste, his unique flavor. It's the closest you may come to tasting his soul; his very being. It's the taste of the Earth itself from which your master and all men are made. Granted, it's like olives, anchovies, caviar, or pineapple on pizza, a developed taste; however, unlike the afore mentioned it's addictive. I don't recommend anyone allow this discourse to influence them to try it.

It probably won't be pleasurable the first half dozen times. It may even border on disgusting. It might turn you off so badly you may never want to pursue it again. Too bad, you'll miss one of the greatest spiritual exchanges you can experience with your master, the man who owns you; however, if your master takes his time, trains you a little at a time, brings you along slowly, then all of a sudden something clicks in your brain, you wake one morning with only one thought on your mind, 'I have to beg my master for another taste.' There's no return from that point. You'll be hooked, like a street junkie on drugs.

Then, if your owner gets busy, forgets to feed you some of his good master hole at least twice a week, you'll began to have withdrawal symptoms. You'll get cranky, irritable, thoughtless, and have difficulty concentrating. Fortunately, most good masters recognize the symptoms and can quickly diagnose your problem. He knows it's one of two things; you either need a good long session of butt eat'n from him, or you need to feel his whip on your ass, or both.

If he's a concerned master he'll find out quick enough and take care of his slave. If his slave requests it sincerely, begs him for it, he'll give him what he needs, a good long feeding of his master's hole. Of course, if your master chooses to have you taste his whip afterward, well, that's sort of like warm apple pie with ice cream on the side. They're good separately, but together, they're wonderful.

Finally, my Master gave Brant permission to remove his ass cover. I was willing to bet my new boots, my master never had two cops kiss his ass before let alone clean him out. Officer Brant Vaughn-Williams couldn't wait to make love to my master's animal hole. I was sucking and enjoying Brant's big dick. I never sucked a cop's dick before. That’s not quite true. I sucked Master Earl off a couple of times and then there was always my Uncle Bud. I thought of him, first, as my uncle, and secondly, as sheriff. Officer Brant's cock tasted good and his pheromones were in full bloom. I heard him start begging Booger to please let him eat his ass and how good he would clean him. He was concerned his slave didn't get a fine master like Master Red as clean as he should.

"Please, Master Red. I really need to taste your ass, sir. If I don't do a good job you can use my whip on me, sir."

Booger gave him permission and I looked up to see Brant dive into my master's ass. Brant's dick swelled to a much larger size when he started eating Booger's butt. Brant was cleaning deep into his ass. I felt Booger start to lift his ass so Brant could get a better shot at him. Then I felt him put his hands down to his ass, took his fingers, put them in either side of his sphincter and pulled it open. Brant didn't hesitate. I though he was going to crawl into my master's ass.

He was really going after it, and I knew Booger was probably feeding him a little. Brant didn't pull away in disgust. He began to go crazy eating and trying to beg Booger for more by sucking hard on his hole. The sounds of ecstasy and moaning coming from Brant enjoying the treats my animal master was feeding him told me he was getting near exploding in my mouth.

I felt Booger reach down to unsheathe his cock, pulling the foreskin back over the big head, and instructed Ralph to take him. Ralph made three deep-throat sucks on Booger, and I felt my master exploding. Brant felt my master's ass try to bite his tongue off, got himself one more small prize and unloaded into my mouth. Brant didn't quit eating my master until Master Red gave him permission.

Afterward, they both cleaned Booger with their tongues and thanked him for giving them the honor of pleasuring him. Booger graciously decided we would stay for a while with them, but they we would have to ride to the next town with us to pick up Boots and Sonny. They had no problem with it. The bar Boots and Sonny stopped at turned out to be one of the cops favorite watering holes.

End Chapter 20 ~ Booger Red & Cowboy
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