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Booger Red & Cowboy
Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 21

Sonny's jaw hit the floor when Booger and I strolled into the bar with two handsome patrol officers in tow. He was impressed. So was old laid back Boots. At first they thought we might be in trouble until they saw the self-satisfied, smug grin on our master's mug. Boots may be impressed with something, but you won't be able to tell. I knew he figured out what happened immediately and couldn't help laughing while casting glances at me and Booger. He kept shaking his head like, 'I can't believe you two.' Only Booger and Cowboy could pick up two good looking cops and have them invite us to stay with them. Boots told me later, Red and I never ceased to amaze him and Sonny with some of the chance things that happened to us along the way.

They never rode with any other riders for such an extended period and enjoyed themselves as much. The best part, they were getting paid for it. Brant and Ralph fell in love with Boots and Sonny. They wouldn't believe we were all named Billy Gunn. Boots and Sonny whipped out their license for them. They were as taken aback as everyone else. Sonny let his dad drink both their beers, and had an empty bottle waiting for our master. Brant sent Ralph for beers for all of us. I set mine next to my master and noticed Ralph did the same with Brant. We were sitting around the corner from the bar and no one could see us. Brant saw I wasn't drinking, but he didn't say anything. Booger finished his beer, and took my cold beer to start on.

"Boots did you want to give Sonny his 'beer'?" Booger always deferred to Boots. He never assumed. Boots appreciated that about Booger. Our master respected Boots, and it made him and Boots bond even tighter.

"Are you kidding? You guys were a little longer than usual so I offered. Oh, no, he'd rather wait for his master," Boots said and laughed as Sonny blushed.

"No offense, Dad, it's just..." Sonny began.

"I know, I know. I'm just yanking your chain, Slave. I'm glad we have the 'Brew Master' with us. You deserve to enjoy a good stout 'Booger beer' ever now and then."

"Well, Cowboy needs something to drink. I've made him wait long enough," Booger said. Master Red got up and grabbed the two empty bottles. Brant figured out what they were talking about and spoke up.

"Got three in there, Master Red. My boy would he honored if you'd fill this one for him. He's a little shy about asking," Brant said.

"I'll see what I can do, Gentlemen, be back in a minute." Booger headed for the head. Sonny and I got up to play pool. I went over to Brant. "Master Brant, would you consider allowing your slave to join us playing pool. Ralph looked at his master like he'd like to.

"Sure, Young Man. He may join you if he wishes." Ralph was up and with us in a second. My Master returned from the head and Sonny went over to get our 'beers.' He brought them over and handed us each one. We clicked bottles to each other, and I took about two big gulps of mine. Sonny drank about half of his. We watched Ralph take a drink. He started to make a face then swallowed, took another bigger mouthful, then another. He got a funny smile on his face.

"Damn! That's good! Stronger and more flavorful than my master's," he allowed. We hung around relaxing and had another couple of master beers. Then our master's were ready to go. We stayed with the two South Carolina motor officers a little over a week. They took vacation from their jobs and were with us most of the time. They wanted us to stay longer. I worked with them that week and two weekends. They improved a lot, and I encouraged them to go on the circuit. I told them you don't start to get good until you start competing against the best.

Boots, Booger, and Sonny sat on the fence most of the time while we were practicing, but at night, their house was turned into a cowboy, cop, outlaw biker orgy palace. I never saw Booger shine like he did for our stay at Brant and Ralph's ranch. He was the master in charge. He established his dominance that first afternoon behind the bamboo break. He was loving it, and everyone, including Boots, loved him doing it. He was good at being a master. Booger decided who was going to fuck whom, when, and how. As semi-closeted as Boots was at the beginning of our trip he let himself go and was making up for lost time. Sonny couldn't have been happier for his dad. Master Red would order Brant and Ralph to put on their uniforms to sub for whomever he assigned them.

Boots was coming along as a master. Red was slowly training him for the role. Booger fell in love with Sonny so much he was doing his damnedest to groom Boots to be the master he knew Sonny needed. They'd sit off to themselves some nights and talk for several hours about things. Booger was slowly convincing Boots he had to put aside his thoughts of being Sonny's dad and start thinking about him as Booger's slave; Booger's property. He told Boots he would be ready to step in when the time came. He had faith in Boots. I did, too. The big man was really coming along. Somehow, months of riding and talking with Red came to fruition for Boots at the ranch. Even Sonny commented Master Boots was not the same old dad he knew at the beginning of our journey.

He began to look at Boots in a totally different way. Master Boots was slowly replacing 'dad' Boots. The more obvious it became to us the more sexually attractive his dad became to Sonny. Booger ordered Brant to sub for Boots. Brant wouldn't dare question Master Red's order, neither would Boots. He came to trust Booger so much he would have fucked a wild cat if his master ordered him to. I laughed and told my master that was the true test of a good master when another potential master trusted him enough to follow his orders. Brant became Boots' motorcycle cop slave for the evening. Boots really got a kick out of having a cop sub for him.

Since I was first assigned to sub for Boots, he'd come a long way as a potential master. He was developing his own style, control, and needs, but he was also giving and loving to his slave; that is, if the slave did his best to please him. Sonny was thrilled with his dad and told me their relationship was slowly taking a new direction. Boots developed a wicked sense of humor, and he sometimes took great delight in embarrassing the slave who was assigned to him. Booger thought it was wonderful; he insisted it toughened up a slave, made him learn to be proud, hold his head high, rather than be embarrassed.

The next morning Boots led Brant into the living room naked on a leash, his butt firmly plugged, and made him stand at attention before us. He made him tell us everything his master did to him and made him do. Then Brant paid homage to Boots' boots and thanked him for using him as his slave. Finally, Boots broke his bad-ass demeanor grabbed Brant and pulled Brant to him in a big hug. He tenderly kissed and thanked Brant for being his slave for the evening. He told Brant he did well and Boots was proud of him. Brant was moved to tears. Yes, sir, old Boots was coming along. I didn't see a crotch in the room what didn't have leaky plumbing.

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Booger kept watching Brant make the same roping mistake again and again. He called him over to the corral fence and gently told Brant what he was doing wrong. Brant sincerely thanked him for his advice. Then Brant got a twinkle in his eye, winked at Booger and said something in a jesting manner. Brant would never be rude to the animal whom he had come to love and admire. "Hey, Old Man, you think you can do better, here's my horse and rope," Brant laughed as he challenged my master.

In our time together I never saw Booger on a horse; didn't even know if he could ride. He jumped down off the fence, walked to Brant and took the horse's reins. Brant smiled as he got down and gave his horse to Master Red. With one swift movement, Booger was in the saddle reining the horse in tight. Booger let him know he had a new rider, his new rider was no novice and expected him to perform well with no nonsense. (much the same way Booger mounts me, come to think about it) I was on the other pony and was practicing with Brant. Booger took Brant's rope, fed it out some and then back in to where he wanted it. I didn't know what to think. Booger turned to me and winked. I got his unspoken message loud and clear, 'Trust me, I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't know what I was doing, Son.'

"You been riding heeler all day?" he asked me. I nodded, "I'll ride header, Son. You be my heeler," my master barked at me.

"Yes, sir. Be proud to, Master," I replied.

Ralph put up the barrier ropes. Brant was timing. Sonny opened the chute. Booger broke the barrier, and started out the gate. The steer barely cleared the chute when Booger dropped his rope around it's horns and neck slicker'n shit through a goose, dallied his rope to his saddle horn, and turned the steer ninety degrees. I was right there, caught the hinders, and backed my pony to secure. We were done. Best time I ever logged with anyone. I had an idea my master might be good with a rope, but I was stunned. I damn near fell off my pony laughing. Ralph couldn't believe his eyes. He saw it happen, but he didn't know what to think. Booger rode back over to Brant, smiled his 'gottcha' smile, got down from his pony and handed Brant the reins.

"Now, Son, that's the way it should be done. Let that be a lesson to you. Never challenge an old man when you don't know everything about him," Booger spoke softly to Brant. I was laughing so hard I couldn't stop. Sonny looked at his dad in wonder and Boots just hung his head, shaking it while laughing. Nothing surprised him about Booger or me anymore. If Red told him he was going to walk on water, Boots would ask if he could tag along.

Brant was humbled, apologized to Booger profusely and only fell more in love with my master. From that moment on, Brant listened closely to any tip from my master and accepted it as gospel. He could accept it as gospel, Booger was not a man to give advice unless he knew what he was talking about. There was more to my master than I knew by a long shot. All this time I spent with the big ugly man, my animal, my magnificent wonderful beast, my master, and I realized I didn't know everything about him.

That epiphany only made me resolve to love him more. Here he was as good a roper or maybe better than I was, but I never knew. We never discussed it. I learned early with Booger, if he wanted you to know about something, he'd tell you. If not, all the questions in the world wouldn't get him to talk about it. Most times he knew I was curious but being a good and well trained slave I wouldn't ask him if my ass was on fire. Sometimes, not very often, he'd take pity on me and throw me a bone of information. The rest I was supposed to piece together for myself. He never said another word about it; never mentioned it. We never roped again together. I was so proud of my master I kept him to myself that night and didn't share him with Brant, Ralph, or Sonny. I let everyone know in no uncertain terms Booger's slave, with his master's permission of course, had need of his master that evening.

I turned that old son of a bitch every which way but loose. He smiled at me knowingly, he knew all the words in my heart. I didn't have to speak them. I spent two hours showing him. My master had a certain way of looking at me when I really pleased or pleasured him. It was a look of great pride and love. I asked my master if I might have his permission to share with Brant and Ralph why we needed to get on the road. He agreed but told me to be discrete and tell Brant and Ralph we expected the same from them. He didn't want Sonny to know yet.

For reason known only to him, Booger was being very protective of Sonny. My master knew how much Sonny loved him, and it would probably be hardest on him. Booger treated Sonny like a son and a second slave. Sonny went out of his way to obey and listen to his master. Boots never felt threatened. He only had to watch to see what was happening to his boy. The end results was better than he could ever imagined. Sonny was developing into a first class, top notch slave. A slave any man would be proud to own. In fact, Boots told me how happy he was Booger took Sonny for his second slave.

The day we left I told Brant and Ralph why the four of us were traveling around the U. S. and why we couldn't stay longer. We didn't know how much time we had left together. We would like to stay but it wasn't a matter of choice, we were racing against time. I asked them to be discrete because Sonny worshiped Master Red, and we hadn't told him yet. They understood, but they were devastated. Both cried in my arms and then Boots.' They came to love the four of us, especially Booger and me. It was hard to say goodbye to Master Red's three Gunns. I gave them my dad's address and phone number in Mason and told them to call my dad, because he'd always know where we were.

Brant took Booger aside and told him he never had a father, and what he experienced, what Master Red gave him the past week, he'd never known before. He never met a man he felt was man enough, in his estimation, for him to feel free enough to submit to; but, when he saw Booger on his bike he knew he was a man he could gladly kneel before and call ‘master.’ Brant sincerely thanked Booter for his love, and patience with him and Ralph. He respected Booger for his personal strength, generosity, and understanding. "Damn it, Master Red, I love you. I'll always carry you in my heart," he said.

"I love you, too, Son. You and Ralph have been a blessing to the four of us as well. We didn't meet by chance. The Old Man wanted us to find each other for a reason. Whatever his reason, we made the best of our time together. Cowboy gave you his dad's number. Keep in touch and come see us," Booger invited.

"We will, Master, I promise." Brant broke down and started crying in Booger's arms. That was the third time, I think, I ever saw Booger cry. He fell in love with Brant and his cousin. Ralph fell in love with all of us. Brant gave up control of Ralph to Master Red. He accepted Red as alpha-male and was only too happy to submit. Ralph fell in line with the rest of Master Red's faithful slaves. He cried in Booger's arms when he tried to say goodbye. It was tough leaving two fine, good looking, masculine men like Brant and Ralph. We all allowed we spent a wonderful week together.

For a big ugly man, I never saw a man who had more raw sexual draw than Booger. Granted it took a person who could look beyond the surface, but those who did found a treasure. It was hard on Brant and Ralph knowing they probably would never see Booger again. Brant and Ralph did go on the circuit and I competed against them many times. We became great circuit friends and many times traveled from rodeo to rodeo together. They improved to where they made the top three ropers in the nation four years in a row. They won a Hell of a lot of prize money, too.

Master Red and his three Gunns went down South and toured the state of Florida. We visited all the historical sights of the Carolina's and the major battlefields of the Civil War. We found some records of Master Red's and my ancestors who fought on the confederate side during the war. My relatives were Boots and Sonny's forefathers as well. It seemed to bring us even closer together. Then we found the most amazing thing. An old bible open in a case. It was a genealogy of a number of the early Gunns. One of the Gunn men directly in line as one of Boots, Sonny, and my ancestor married a Grainger woman. Sister to the brother who was one of Booger's ancestors. We were distantly related. No wonder he felt we were family. We were family. What were the chances we'd stop by that museum and that bible would be turned to that page? Booger no longer questioned. Neither did Boots or Sonny.

I could tell Boots loved the idea of having more family. Everyone was surprised with the information about our ancestors. Boots, Sonny ,and I were thrilled. We rode back across the Southern states and were going to tour the biggest state last; Texas. I know what you're thinking, but it just ain't so. Melt all the damn snow in Alaska and it ain't half the size of Texas. `Sides, Texas is God's country. Furthermore, contrary to popular belief, it is not referred to as Baja Oklahoma. Booger and I were Texans from birth and what he didn't know about Texas I did. I had rodeo friends and relatives all over the state and so did Booger.

Sonny hadn't noticed anything yet, but Boots was beginning to get worried. He usually rode behind me and Sonny rode behind Master Red. Boots didn't want to alarm me, but he noticed Red was riding differently than he was. Sometimes he drifted in his lane like his vision was blurring. Both of us noticed after several hours on the bikes when Booger was getting tired. It never was a problem. Either Boots or I feigned being tired to cover for him. Then one would back up the other. I got us rooms and we rested until Booger felt up to going on. He never said anything, but Booger knew what Boots and I were up to. Sonny was none the wiser so far.

We parted with Boots and Sonny after we got to Houston. They called dad, and he was happy to hear from us. We didn't stay in touch as much as we should have. We had a two foot square cardboard box of letters and messages waiting for us from Ten Sleep and the VA in Cheyenne. We'd been on the road a little over six months, and I don't think I called home more than four or five times. Unbeknown to me, Boots faithfully called his new dad every week and sometimes twice a week to check in. He kept dad up to date as to where we were and how Booger was doing. Dad asked him if we were at each other's throats yet. Boots laughed.

It made me feel good to know Boots thought enough of dad to do that. Dad was looking forward to seeing Boots and Sonny again and assured Boots he would kill the fatted calf when they got there. He was anxious to reunite the four Billy Gunns he bragged to the whole town about. Of course my old man let me have it when we got home. "Well, at least one of my boys thought enough of his old man to keep in touch," he said. He was standing behind Boots with his big arms around him locking Boots in a big hug. He was hugging him and kissing around on him. Boots was in heaven.

In Houston, Boots got out their small map dad drew for them. It was pretty accurate. We also bought a map of Texas and I drew the roads to take to get there. It wasn't difficult. I knew Boots was a pretty fair navigator. We sent them on their way and wished each other well. We'd see them in a couple of days in Mason. Boots told Booger and me he was going to see if he could get dad to talk to Sonny about Master Red's condition and the expected outcome. Sonny looked upon dad as his granddad. He loved my old man as much as Boots and I did.

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We stayed with Booger's older brother, the other Red, in Houston. He owned one of the biggest most beautiful homes on the outskirts of Houston, situated right on a big lake. It was faux-adobe in the southwest style and was comfortably furnished. I didn't know what to expect from his brother. He wasn't married, but had several adult children. His wife passed away many years ago. He lived with a giant man, his personal bodyguard, bigger than Big Jim or Master Beryl. I couldn't wait to meet this giant man my master described for me and meet Booger's brother again.

Bro Red's bodyguard was a true giant. Bigfoot couldn't be much larger. Bro Red told us he topped out a eight feet wearing his big boots. He had to stoop and go through doors sideways. I stood transfixed when I saw him. He was so ugly he made Booger look like a Texas beauty queen. He wore a huge heavy duty ring through his nose that was permanently welded into place. It wasn't your usual piercing jewelry, the damn thing was industrial size. It had to be three-eighth inch stock and approximately four and half inches in diameter. Did I immediately find Griz attractive? Given my penchant for big ugly men who looked like animals, what do you think? Red warned me about Griz. He laughingly told me I would find him interesting. When Booger saw me look upon Gris for the first time, he proceeded to laugh his ass off at my reaction. He knew, without asking, I was immediately in love.

Booger was right. He knew me well. I took one look at the huge ugly bear of a man, my old cock wouldn't stop drooling, my ass lost its pucker, and started leaking. I couldn't stop my heart from beating ninety miles per hour. I wanted to run to him and bury my face in his chest fur. The poor man was so painfully shy he wouldn’t even look at me. Red's brother introduced Griz to me, and I took his huge paw (it wasn't a man's hand. It was too damn big) between both my smaller hands and looked into his beautiful amber colored eyes. I had the feeling I was looking into the soul of a saint; like a holy man dwelt behind those eyes. He gently, but firmly pulled me to him and put his huge arms around me. He put one big paw behind my head and gently held my head to his chest. His smell, his masculine scent, was tapered from the strongest male pheromones to the soft faint fragrance of roses. What a strange conundrum.

He spoke to me almost in a whisper, "You're so pur-die, Mister Cowboy," he said softly as he held me and kiss the top of my head.

"You're not bad looking yourself, Big Man," I told him realizing I wasn't lying to the man. I meant it. I would've been his sexual Dr. Pepper. He could have me at ten, two, and four everyday; oh, yes, and four times on Sunday.

Booger's big brother, Red, was a fine looking man. He had a strong masculine face, square jaw, and was built like a Marine D.I. The big quiet bear-man named Griz, obeyed him without question. Bro Red recognized me immediately, took my hand, pulled me to him, hugged, and kissed me. He and I met when I was with Uncle Bud on the rodeo circuit. He raved on and on to Booger and Griz about the several times he saw my uncle and I win at different rodeos. Booger joined his brother in Ft. Worth for the national finals when Uncle Bud and I won.

He remembered Buck and Dan Yates well. He and Griz became friends with the Yates and stayed a week or more with them on their ranch. Bro Red spoke highly of Buck and Dan. Bro Red went on and on about what fine men and good people Buck and Dan Yates were and how kind and hospitable they were to him and Griz. I think it was his brother's opinion of Buck and Dan that made Booger begin to change his mind about Dan Yates. He no longer saw him as a looming threat to our love.

Booger didn't know if his brother knew he went with men, but he was planning on telling him. He didn't have to, his brother wasn't dumb and knew our story immediately. That night at dinner, after some strong drinks, good food and wine with dinner, his brother asked why we were touring the U.S. Booger hadn't told his brother about his condition. "Little brother, is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.

"Later, perhaps," Booger said, "when we can talk alone."

"I don't think that'll be a problem. We'll probably find ourselves very much alone this evening," Bro Red said.

"Why do you say that, bro?" Booger asked his brother.

"Can't you see what's happening, here?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?" Booger looked puzzled.

"Stand up, Griz! NOW!" he snapped his fingers and barked at the big bear-man. Griz didn't want to stand. He knew he was going be embarrassed, but he slowly rose from his chair. There was a huge wet spot in the crotch of his overalls. Booger and Bro Red thought that was enormously funny and found Griz's embarrassment even more funny. Poor Griz, I felt sorry for him. Booger began to understand his brother's statement about finding themselves alone.

"Now, have your slave stand up, Booger," Bro Red said. I didn't wait for the order. I winked at poor Griz, smiled, and stood with an equally large wet spot in my Levis. Our two masters fell out laughing at us and Bro Red walked around the table to embrace his younger brother.

“My slave wants to fuck your slave so bad he can taste it, and your slave wants to feel as much as he can get of Griz's big fifteen incher up that tight little cowboy butt of his. I know a hungry cowboy when I see one,” Bro Red said, smiled, and winked at me. I was nodding my head like a hula dancer doll in the back window of a Chevy low-rider.

Griz groaned, "Aww, Master, you promised."

"Shut up, Slave, I need to be with my little brother tonight. He's gonna' bunk it in with me. Take Cowboy to your den and treat him good, you understand?"

"Yes, Master Red."

"Now, Son,” Bro Red spoke to me, "he was once a hard charging backwoodsman in Alaska. I won him in a card game. I didn't know whether I was playing with a man or a big ugly bear. His real name is Grizzly, I shit you not. He was so big coming out of his momma she thought she'd been raped by a Grizzly bear. She thought she was giving birth to a bear cub instead of a man child. He was covered in hair when he popped out. That just made her all the more sure. Hell, he was born with a five o'clock shadow. I took away his last name. He was known as Grizzly Burke. Now he's just Griz or Grizzly. He’s my slave. He don’t need no last name.

I own him body and soul. I had that ring permanently welded in his nose the second week I owned him. Made sure it was big enough to get my hand through. He obeys me without question or he knows he'll go back to being trained again with a chain through his nose ring. Maybe the best thing is, over the years, I've come to love the big son of a bitch. He's saved my life five times by his brute strength alone. He also keeps me warm at night. He takes care of me. Fucks me good anytime I need it. You control him, and he'll give you one of the best fuckings you ever had, except for my bro here. Griz can become a wild animal when he's in your ass so you have to control him. He'll do what you tell him 'cause he knows he'll be severely punished if he don't, right Griz?"

"Yes, Master Red," the giant replied. Bro Red snapped his fingers and the huge man lumbered to Red's feet and kissed his boots. He found Red's hand and kissed it putting it to his forehead. "Rise my big man-slave and give me a hug." Griz threw his huge arms around Bro Red’s neck and almost hugged him to death.

"That's enough. Now, you be good to Cowboy, he's special. You do as he tells you, understand?" Bro Red asked.

"Yes, Master," Griz replied.

"If he gives you any trouble, Son, just grab his nose ring like this," he grabbed Griz's nose ring and the big man groaned in pain as his master pulled down hard on it. Bro Red pulled him all the way down to his boots. Griz started cleaning them. Bro Red let go of the ring but the big man knew better than to stop cleaning his master's boots. "Got that, Cowboy?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, Master Red. I don't think that'll be necessary. Griz would never hurt me," I replied.

“He probably won’t, Son. I just show’d ya’ that in case of emergency. He’s usually very gentle with handsome young cowboys and little children love him. That’s ‘cause there’s a part of him what’s still very child-like.”

'Damn,' I thought to myself, 'he's one fucking big ugly man.' I wasn't real sure he was a man. I couldn't wait to see his fifteen incher. Booger got me aside.

"You all right with this, Cowboy?" my master asked.

"Are you kidding? You know my weakness for big ugly men, Master," I said.

"Yes, thank God, I do," Booger said, laughed, and hugged me.

"Now, cut that out, Master. You ain't ugly. Remember what Brant and Ralph said about you. 'Sides, compared to Griz you're downright purdy." I roared with laughter. Red grinned like I was being a smart ass kid again, and he loved it. I held him in my arms and gently kissed him. "Somehow, my master, my magnificent beast, you've gotten a lot better looking over the last three years," I allowed. Red threw back his head and laughed with me.

"Damn you, Cowboy. You always could break me up. I just don't want him hurtin' you, Son," Booger said. He touched me with his concern.

"He won't, Booger. He wants me too bad. He knows I want him, too. Are you gonna' tell your Bro?" I asked.

"Yeah, after I throw a massive fuck in 'em, I'm gonna' tell him. He's the only family I got other'n you, Boots, Sonny, and the clan. He has a right to know." he laughed, "I've always dreamed of fucking him as long as I can remember. He still has a great ass, don't you think?"

"Fuck, yes, tomorrow night we can switch. I'd love to fuck him," We laughed with each other.

"Oh, my God. If Griz and I got together by some fluke and he got pregnant, can you imagine what the poor child would look like?" Booger roared with laughter at his joke and I sort of chuckled.

"Yes, I can, and I would take him to my heart and raise him as my own son. He might scare the b'jesus out a' other folks but to me he would look like a prince," I assured him.

Booger didn't laugh at that. He just sat there for a minute. "I know you meant that in jest, and it was funny, but part of you was serious and really meant it, didn't you?" Booger asked.

"Damn straight, Master! He'd be a part of you. I'd have him to treasure after... Oh God, Booger, I love you so much it hurts!" Booger took me in his arms, and I lost it.

"There, there, Sweet Baby, your Booger's gonna' be here for a good while. Hell, there's still portions of your little ass I ain't explored yet. I damn well plan to explore all of it before I cash in my chips. Look, Darlin,' go with the big man with my blessing. You were giving to Brant and Ralph when they wanted so much of me, you've been generous with Boots and Sonny to a fault, you can't know how much they love you, Son, just don't let the big man hurt you or we'll have a new bear skin rug for your room. There ain't no way to measure how much I love you, Billy. Why, next to my Harley, I love you the bestest." Booger roared with laughter and got me laughing.

Griz took me to his den. That's exactly what it was, a den. Not a reading or smoking room den, I mean a bear's den. Complete with bear skins and heads all over the damn place. His bed was covered in a bear skin he slept on. He killed it with only a hunting knife and his bare hands. He still had the scars to prove it. For a big man he was extremely shy. He was hyper-masculine and looked not only ugly but meaner than a Wolverine as well. If he shaved every morning he'd have a five o'clock shadow by noon. He'd respond if spoken to, but he was painfully shy. We got to his den, but he wouldn't look at me. He sat on the side of his bed, and I sat in a chair. We sat for several minutes, but he just wouldn't look at me. "Why won't you look at me, Big Bear?" I asked.

"'Cause you's so purdy. I don't wanna' soil 'me' pants no more," he said sincerely.

"I ain't a' gonna' bite ya', Griz, less'n ya'ont me to." I laughed. The big man glanced up and smiled the sweetest smile. He won my heart with his smile.

"Ya' wanna' come sit next ta' me?" he ask hesitantly.

"Naw – " I paused for a long minute and saw Griz get a downcast look on his ugly face, "I wanna' come sit in your lap." Griz glanced at me briefly and his big ugly face brightened into a smile again.

"Well, c'moan then," he said resolutely. I got up and moved to find his huge arms waiting to hold me on his big lap. I sat and nuzzled my face against his big, reddish-brown beard and 'stache.

"Damn, you're purdy. You's like a little bear cub in the spring," he said softly. I reached up, gently moved his nose ring out of the way and kissed him gently on his mouth. He returned my kiss equally as gently, but I felt underneath a controlled strength that lived within the heart of an animal. My kind a' man. A huge gentle bear of a man who smelled of roses. Incredible!

"You wanna' be my master tonight, Big Bear?" I whispered to him while swapping spit.

"I'd love to be your master tonight, Little Cub, but I can't. My master done told me to obey you. My master can be pert-damn mean when I don't obey him and he punishes me."

"Well, you would be obeying me if'n I ordered you to be my master tonight, wouldn't you? He told you to do anything I said, didn't he?" I asked.

Griz thought for a minute. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Little Cub. I would be your master if'n you ordered me to be. Y'ain't afraid of me?" he asked.

"Fuck no! Should I be, bear-man?" I asked with a grin.

"No, I'd never hurt a cub, 'specially one's purdy as you, Mister Billy," he replied.

"Then, I order you to be my master for tonight, Masterr Bear."

"`Master Bear,' I like that, Salve-Cub. Now, get down there and pay homage to your Master Bear's big boots. I may be Master Red's slave, but I ain't forgot how to be a good master to a young purdy bear-cub."

Griz was a master at heart, but he made one Hell of a powerful and noble slave for his master. He loved Booger's brother with a passion and would easily break any man in two who tried to harm him. He acted as a work partner and bodyguard for Bro Red. He was Bro Red's right hand man when it came to putting out oil rig fires. He once ran into a raging fire storm to pull his master to safety. He came to love his master with the ferocity of a wild but only partially tamed beast. He ordered me off with my clothes and didn't allow me to take his off until he examined every inch of my body with his big paws; every inch. He even looked into my mouth. He thought I was the 'purdiest damn thing' he'd seen in ten years or more. He told me he'd seen me rope in Ft. Worth with his master, but Bro Red wouldn't take him along to introduce him to us. He waited for his master in the stands. He told me he fell in love with me when he saw me with my uncle six years ago. He continued to examine me. I saw a couple of tears run down his cheek as he gently touched the scars left by my two wounds.

"Nam?" he asked. I just nodded my head slowly, kinda shamefully. He pulled me to him and gently kissed each one as if he wished he could take away the remembered pain. For that moment, he did. Something came over me. It was like the two of us were transported to another dimension of peace and tranquility. Griz did something to me, or us, maybe when he kissed my wounds. What did this man have that he could put my heart at peace so easily? I was aware of him making a humming sound, but it wasn't humming like a song. It was more a tone, a pitch, a low throated vibration of some kind. It was the most soothing and relaxing sound I ever heard. It felt as if his life force, his energy was pouring into me, healing me; washing over my soul.

He quietly ordered me to undress him. I could barely get his huge boots off; however, he was kind enough to help by placing his other big boot on my butt and pushing. When I finally pulled his overalls off, I couldn't believe the shaft that fell out of the big man's Farmer Johns. It was unbelievably large. Then it dawned on me, why his face was so ugly. He was like my Master. God put all his beauty between his legs. I could only stare at it in wonder. How could Red's brother get fucked time and again with that thing? I guess the human body is a remarkable piece of work. It will adapt. He smiled at me staring at him. "Go ahead, Cub, you can touch it. We're gonna' try to get all that up your butt in a little bit. Think you can take it all, Slave-Cub?" he asked. He held his arms out to me as he lay back on the bear skin on his bed.

"I'll damn sure try. Never found a horse or man I couldn't ride, yet," I said, not really sure of myself.

"Don't worry, Purdy Little Cub, I won't put it all in, I don't wanna' hurt you none. My master would tie me to the whippin' rack for three days if'n I did."

I went to him and he enfolded me in his huge arms, body, and his huge hairy legs. He was a beastie. One that was about to go bump in the night. I had both hands on his big shaft and incredibly, it was still growing. I could barely get both hands around the damn thing. Griz had the single biggest cock I ever witnessed on a man in my life. He made Big Beryl's cock look like a 'Junior Miss.' He had hair, long hair, all over his body. His back was covered in hair. I could have braided the hair on his chest. I had to peal back three layers of thick fur to find a nipple to suck; but when I did, oh shit, was it sweet? He had the tastiest fluids that came from those enormous, brown nipples. I could run my fingers through all that luxurious fur and imagine I was a real bear cub suckling on his daddy bear's teat.

The bear skin we were lying on had only a little longer fur than my Master Bear. He proceeded to lick and drool over every part of my body. He had a rough tongue like an animal's and damn near drove me out of my ever-lovin' mind. He got his tongue so far up my ass I though I would have to get a plumber's helper to get him out. For all his animal like qualities he made love to me like a poet. He not only swapped spit he engulfed me with his love. I have never felt safer with any man or animal than Griz made me feel that night. I gave myself to him with wanton abandon.

If he was going to try me on for size, I knew I had to be clean. I excused myself and went to his shower with my small bag. When I finished I took him by the hand, pulled him into the shower and bathed him. I took my time and pampered him. At first, Griz was unsure about me serving him, but as he got into it, he loved it. He said he never had a slave-cub do that for him, and asked if I did it regularly for my master. "Booger? Oh, Hell, yes, Master Bear, I love my old man and try to do as much for him as I can. I'd do the same for you if you were my master. I'd enjoy taking care of a big bear."

"Even one's ugly as I am?" he asked.

"I never said you's ugly. Y’ain’t ugly, you’re a man,” I declared.

"I know, that's why I want to please you as your master. Not because I was ordered to by my master, but because, well, you done saw the spot on my overalls. My master was right, it was because of you. I thought you was so pur-dee my old dick wouldn't stop drooling. Ain't never had that happen to me but once before, when I met my master. You's special, Cowboy, and you think I'm special, too."

"Well, the wet spot in my Wranglers was for you, Master Bear, but tell me, how do you know I think you're special?" I asked.

"The way you touch me, the way you hold me, the gentle way you make love to me. You're not doing it 'cause ya' have to, you're doing it 'cause you want to, ‘cause you think I'm special. The way you just cleaned every part of my body like I was a piece of fine china. The way you cleaned under my foreskin with your tongue before you even used the wash cloth. You wanted to taste my beast, and that's special. It tell's me you need me and want me as much as I need and want you."
The big man grabbed hold of my soul with his comment. I had no idea he was so sensitive or insightful; not too sophisticated, but Hell, it damn sure worked for me.

"The damnedest thing about that is, you're right. I want to feel as much of you in me as we can get, Master Bear. God gave you beauty, he just put it between your legs. Not only do you have the biggest cock I've ever come across, you also have one of the 'purdiest' ones. Hell, you ain't ugly, you look like a man's suppose to look, rugged, and strong. It's people like me who ain't right, Master Bear. I been told I's purdy all my life. My real dad, my Uncle Bud I rodeoed with, was a drop dead, purdy, handsome man, but my dad who raised me? Ah, now there's a man for ya.' He ain't none too purdy, but he has a strong masculine good looking face. My dad has the face of a man and so do you Master Bear. You'd love my dad, I promise you. He'd cause a third spot in your overalls," I said.

"J'ever sleep with your old man?" he asked.

"Every chance I get. He has his own slave though, and I only get to sleep with him the first night I'm home and the last night. When my dear old dad throws a fuck in my ass I stay fucked for three, maybe four days," I said, laughed, and related the story of riding my bike to Glen Rose between the holidays and thought the big bear was gonna' laugh his ass off. He thought that was one of the sweetest, funniest story he ever heard.

"Hope I can do you some good, Slave-Cub," he said.

Somehow, I just knew he could. It was like I was the first kid on the merry-go-round and had my choice of the prettiest stallion or the ugliest beast. Which would I run to? You guessed it, the ugliest beast, hands down. They always gave the best rides.

"My old man threw me out of the house at the beginning of one of the coldest winters on record," the big bear told me.

"Why, Master Bear?" I asked.

"J'ever hear the old joke about the queer bear?" he asked.

"No, sir," I replied.

"Laid his pa on the table," he said. We shared a silly laugh.

"Don't tell me...?"

"E'aup, I grew'd to be a third again bigger'n my daddy when I was a young'n. I loved my old man so much I wanted to please him anyway I could. Momma was visiting relatives, we come in from a hard days work, and he smelled so good I couldn't help myself. Hell, he never told me nothing 'bout no birds and bees. I didn't know about men and women. I didn't know men went with women. I knew they was different, but I didn't know why. I fell in love with my pa. He was good to me, and I loved him. I wanted to show him how much I loved him. I laid him up on the table, undid his pants, pulled 'em down to his knees and sucked him off. He fought and protested until it started feeling good. Then he relaxed, laid back, and let me have him.

He gimme' me a big-old mouthful of his come. He tasted so damn good I thought he'd love me for making him feel good. He didn't. Said I was a damn pervert and no son of his was gonna' be a damn queer sodomite. I didn't know what a queer was. Still don't know what a sodomite is. I's just doing what I though was natural to show my pa how much I loved him. He threw me out to fend for myself in the late fall of an Alaskan winter. It was getting colder, and I didn’t have no food or shelter. I crawled into a den of hibernating Grizzly to kept warm. I sucked bear milk to stay alive. Big momma bear was hibernating and just thought I's one of her cubs. When spring come she just accepted me as one of her's. She thought she'd given birth to me that winter.

Later I run into my old man in a saloon in Nome. I didn't even know my momma died, but I told him I weren't his son no more. He cut himself off from me when he threw me out to die, only I didn't. He weren't my dad no more, and I told him to stay the Hell away from me if'n he knew'd what was good for him. Shortly after that I met Master Red and knew I wanted him to be my dad, only I didn't tell him. I got into a card game with him and lost everything but myself and I bet him that, only I cheated. I had him beat with my cards, but I managed to discard two and get back two I discarded so's I would lose to him. He don't know 'bout that."

"I won't tell him, Master Bear."

"I know you won't, 'cause you's like me, Cub. You're like me in a way. I think you have the soul of a bear. The bears adopted me and kept me alive through that spring until I could get to civilization and get some work for myself. I love bears. I think my momma was right. I must be part bear."

"Close enough for me, Master Bear." I gently moved his nose ring out of the way and kissed him full on the mouth. He took me into his mouth like a hungry bear. Putting his huge mouth over half my face to insert his massive tongue down my throat. He tickled me all over as I began to suck on his tongue like it was a big cock in my mouth, I knew I couldn't wait much longer to feel that massive chunk of bear meat in my gut. But first, I wanted a taste me some bear butt. I told him his bear-cub slave would fuck much better if'n he was to wear those big hot boots of his. His slave would be more'n happy to help him back on with them. He laughed and raised a knowing eyebrow at me as I smiled benignly. I looked inside the huge boot for a size and couldn't believe what I read: 18 EEEE. Bigfoot.

I placed his big boot square in my crotch and had him insert his huge foot. He grabbed the tabs on either side and pushed hard against my crotch until I almost hollered 'calf-rope.' Just as I was about to worry about losing my balls his foot miraculously slipped in. I breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled as he handed me the second one. We did a repeat of the first boot, but this time he let me off easier as he managed to slip his foot into the second boot without as much difficulty. I got him on his bed again and scooped his massive legs up in each of my arms as he lay back on his bear skin. I propped his butt up against my chest as his big boots rested on my shoulders. I had his butthole right where I wanted it, but I couldn't even see it.

It looked like a fur pie, but when I took my hands and moved all the fur aside I found the prettiest pink asshole that cried out for some cowboy tongue lovin.' I asked his permission to clean him and he gladly gave it. I went to work cleaning and getting my tongue as far inside him as I could. Damned if he didn't taste like bear. Not that I know what bear tastes like; it was more like what I thought a bear might taste like with a lingering hint of roses. Strange. I carefully bathed every part of him with a scentless hard milled soap. I was really getting into eating me some bear pie, but I didn't know if I was going to be able to hold him he was moving his ass so much in delight. He went nuts as I lapped at his big hole and cleaned him good. He swore he never had anyone clean him out, but he knew he liked it. His big shaft was engorged to the max. I finished and slowly lowered him to his bed.

"Damn, Cub. I almost come while you's sucking my ass. Woah. I had no idea it would feel so good. I got to try that with my old man. I ain't never ate his ass out. I've thought about it lots but now I know, he's gonna' get eatn' out; if'n I have to hold him down to do it." he laughed.

"Now, how 'bout lettin' your slave sit on that big thing." I motioned toward his rock hard cock.

"You don't want me to take you?" he asked.

"Whatever my master wants. We could do both," I suggested.

"Good idea. You can open yore'self up, and I could take you after that," he said. I lubed him up real good with my small tin of bag balm and he offered to shove a little up my butt. He put two fingers worth and my hole an gently worked it up my butt. A good slug of it went up my ass. He sat back on the bed propped up by some bear skin throw pillows and I positioned his huge shaft at my back door. I managed to ease the big head in and take about a third of it. It was filling me up fast, but I was determined to take more and slowly worked it in and out taking a little more each time. He was in ecstasy, moaning and groaning as to how good my butt was feeling on his cock. Then I spied his big brown nipple getting hard and poking out from beneath all that fur, begging to be sucked. I latched onto his big brown teat. He gently took my head in his big paw and lock me onto it as I began to suck. Suddenly my asshole dilated, and I took another third of him. He took a deep breath and his teat squirted bits of a tart liquid into my mouth which tasted faintly of rosewater. The taste of his masculinity made me work my ass more furiously as I increased my sucking. I was working my ass like I was sliding up and down on a fire house pole.

"You want your master to feed you, Purdy-cub?" he asked.

"Feed me what, Master Bear?" I couldn't imagine what he was talking about.

"Some bear milk," he said.

"From your tit, Big Man?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he shook his head up and down.

"Sure, I'd love for you to feed me some." I’d never heard of such a thing, but he gently put his big paw behind my head again and pulled me onto the same tit. I began sucking again. As I was sucking the fluid changed from tart male fluids to a sweet, mild, delicious milk flavor. I never had that happen before from a man. His teats were producing milk, man milk, bear milk. I sucked more and more. I loved the taste. I couldn't get enough. It was rich and thick almost like a condensed milk and just as sweet. It was incredible and unbelievably good. His bear milk began to relax me and make my ass dilate even more. Each time I rose up almost off of him I would take more of him into me on the downward slide.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around me to pull me closer to his big, hairy chest. He made me straighten my legs then lock them around his back so I was perched on his shaft as he held me in place. With one big paw he switched me from his right tit to his fresh left tit. I lost all contact with reality as I started sucking trying to get more of his sweet milk. He had both big furry paws under my butt lifting me and then letting me slowly sink down his shaft. He started his low frequency humming again. It was like nothing I ever heard before, but man, did it relax me. It was as if he found the frequency my soul resonated at and was taking over for me for a while.

It wasn't threatening or scary. It was extremely comforting and relaxing. I knew I was in the safest of hands. He was giving my soul a holiday. He was substituting his strength as a life raft for me to float on; combined with the warm bear milk, and shaft I was riding, I was slowly being filled from his body at both ends. Don't get much better'n 'nat. He continued raising and letting me slowly slide back down his shaft over and over again. I could feel the big head of his cock traveling up deeper inside me every time I slid down his cock, but I wasn't concerned. I was far too relaxed with his humming and milk. A couple of times I thought his massive penis was going to come out of my mouth. He steadily kept raising me and letting me slide down again until he took his hands away. He didn't try to put his hands under me any more. I slowly came back to reality. His breathing changed to more even, relaxed breaths.

"Master Bear, you don't have your hands under my butt no more," I said.

"Don't need 'em, Cub, I'm all the way in. You done bottomed out. You's sit'n on the base. You hurt'n?" he asked.

"Fuck no, Master Bear. I feel full, warm, and good. Thanks, Master Bear," I said. I guess my subconscious was somewhere else as a couple of tears came down my face. Poor Griz looked frightened.

"Easy, Master Bear, you ain't hurt'n me none. It feels so damn good I began to think of something else what made me tear up. I'm sorry, sir." I raised up about halfway off of him and then rode him back to his base.

"Oh, damn, Master Bear! That feel as good to you as it does to me?" I asked.

"Better, Cub, much better," he replied. He held me close and we made love with him all the way inside him. He made the sweetest love and was gentle with me to a fault. I gently moved his nose ring out of the way and kissed him full on the mouth as I took another goodly stroke on his shaft. He began to growl deep in his throat as we swapped spit. He was a bear, and I held a huge chunk of raw bear meat inside of me. I was beginning to dilate to his size and knew I could take him for a good ride. If I could take Leon day after day and after many nights with Big Beryl to say nothing of the considerable size of my own master, I felt comfortable with the bear.

"I'm sorry my ring gets in our way, Slave-cub," he apologized.

"Are you kidding? It don't get in our way and furthermore I think it is the hottest thing I've seen on a big man in a long time. You wear it well and it looks like it belongs on you. You may be a master underneath, but you chose to be a slave like me. Your master put that in your nose to wear with pride and to control you. You should be proud of that ring. I wouldn't consider you for my master if you got rid of it; that's how hot I think you look with it," I said.

"You mean if anything happened to my Master Red you might consider me for your master, that is if you weren't attached?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Who wouldn't want a giant Grizzly bear for a master?" I asked.

I took another couple of good long strokes on him and went back to sucking his sweet tit as he locked me onto it. I began to fuck and ride him pretty good. He lay back against the big pillows and my ass was fully opened to him. He felt so damn good I began slamming my ass to the base of his bear shaft.

"It's time your master took over the fucking, Cub. I'm gonna' show you how I take care of my master and would take care of you if'n you were my slave-cub," he said, pulled out of me and flipped me over on my back. He easily raised my legs to his big chest as he positioned his big mushroom head at my rosebud. He let his body weight slam his big cock to the base of my ass as he leaned forward. He filled me completely while my brain went to into fucking gear. He felt wonderful. He knew I was already dilated and began to use my ass for his pleasure. He knew how a master should use his cock to fuck his slave. I wondered how he got away with it with his master. Who cared? I was getting what I needed and so was he. When he pulled that big thing all the way out, re-split my ass, and firmly sunk it all the way, I thought it would never stop sliding into my butt.

Griz was like riding the ultimate cock. He was big, long, and filling. He gave the term deep fucking new dimensions. He would be able to plant his seed deeper in me than even Leon could. He truly was going where no man had gone before. After he finished, and shot one Hell of a bear load up my ass, I wasn't real sure he was a man. He growled, chewed on my ears, drooled on my face as he lost all control of his salivary glands. He reminded me of master Jim who would have a second orgasm immediately after he came, like an animal took control of his person and required its due as well. Griz's brain went into bear mode as he was fucking me, and I have never been more convinced I was actually being fucked by a large animal. I was loving every minute of it, but he was hitting something inside that started me climbing up the hill to Comesville.

"Master," I groaned, "I'm getting close, and I don't know if I can hold it."

"Get it, Cub. Your master is ordering you to go with him 'cause, he's, gonna, aarrug, uhh, uhh, uuhhhh!!! Oh, sweet Jesus. Get it, Slave-cub," he commanded.

I shot and shot then shot again. He didn't slow his fucking and I thought for a minute I was going to have to grab his nose ring to slow him down when he finally started to ease off. I could still feel him emptying his hot bear jizz way up inside of me. Not just a few squirts but I could feel major flow into my ass. The big man was filling my ass with his seed. We lay hooked together in the afterglow. It was the strangest thing. I could smell his healthy male odor from his body's sexual excitement and release but on top of all the human/animal smells floated the faint scent of roses like a high treble descant to a Bach Chorale. Yes, definitely roses. I bathed him and know we didn't use highly perfumed soap. We used hard milled oatmeal soap, and it don't smell like roses.

I know he didn't splash on any after shave or toilet water. I was with him every minute but still the lingering smell of roses prevailed, and it got stronger. I quietly thanked him for such a great fucking and appreciated him spilling his seed into my ass. I told him how honored I was. He was breathing comfortably as he took my head, pulled it towards his chest and hooked me onto one of his big teats again. We lay there for half an hour, maybe more, locked together like two dogs with me sucking away on his big bear tit. He began to give way to more of the sweet white fluid. Man milk, or maybe it was bear milk, but it tasted like sweet milk. The more I sucked the more he released to me.

"Are you controlling the flow, Master?" I whispered to him.

"Yeah, you like bear milk, don't 'cha, Cub?"

"Fuck, yes, Master Bear. Please, please, give your cub some more."

"I went back to sucking and this time I started massaging his big pectoral muscle to get more flow. He gave me much more flow, and I was gulping the sweet warm milk down. He moved me to his other teat, and it was like a fresh cow. I got more of it, but it began to have a funny affect on me. It started relaxing me and made me sleepy. It was like drinking a strong tranquilizer. I wanted more, but I had to stop. He felt me go limp in his arms and knew what happened. He gently and slowly started to ease out of me as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Am I a' hurt'n you, Cub?" he asked concerned.

"No, Master Bear, I'm just sad you're leaving my ass. It'll make me feel so empty. I enjoyed having you up there inside of me, but I have your seed up there to wear all night so that makes me happy," I said. He kissed me tenderly, but this time he moved his ring out of the way.

"I could leave it in all night and let it soak, if'n you like, Cub," he offered.

"Could you rest that way, Master Bear?" I asked.

"Sure. If I need to turn over, I'll just hold on to you and turn us together," he said.

"Then, please, put it back, Master Bear," I encouraged him.

He smiled at me, kissed me again gently and held me tight as I felt him work that huge thing all the way back up inside me. It felt like it belonged there and I knew the bear milk was going to put me out at any moment. My ass would have the comfort of his huge chunk of raw bear meat to chew on all night. The thought made me hard again, and he felt it against his belly.

"So you like my nose ring, Cub?" he asked quietly.

"One of the best things about you, Bear-man. Your master knew what he was doing and you should wear it with pride the rest of your life. Its become a part of your personality and it makes you the slave or master you want to be."

"Never thought of it that way, Cub. You may be right. Can I hold you tight, tonight, Cub?" he asked.

"Sure, I was hope'n you might; however, Master Bear, please be aware I suffer post traumatic stress syndrome from Nam and I may wake up screaming and not know where I am. Just hold me so's I don't hurt myself. Make sure you're all the way inside me, and call my name, Cowboy or Billy, and I'll slowly wake up."

"You poor Baby-Cub," he said. He pulled me to him. The way he said it, and the way he took a good stroke into my butt made me lose it. I turned into him and cried my heart out onto his big bear chest. He soothed and petted me and asked if he could do anything for me.

"No, sir, just fuck me a little more with your big fine bear cock, and I'll tell you what's bothering me. Yeah, oh yeah! That's so damn good, Big Bear. Another one please, oh yeah! That was a good one, thank you, sir. You have to know sooner or later, Master Griz. The real reason we came here to visit," I said.

"I ain't as dumb as I look, Cub. Your Master has something bad to tell his big brother, my master," he said.

"That's exactly right, Master Bear. I don't know how to tell you but just say it right out," I told him and hesitated for a moment.

"Take your time, Sweet Cub. I got you. No harm's gonna' come to you in these arms," he assured me. I cried some more and finally got it out.

"My master's dying, Griz. He has an inoperable brain tumor what's growing every day. We found out about eight months ago, but we been touring the U.S. and he didn't want to tell his brother until he had a month or so left. He may have less than that, we just don't know. He didn't want to tell him too soon 'cause my master didn't want his brother worrying about him for too long," I explained.

"Ain't there nothing they can do for him?" Griz asked.

"No, it spread so far by the time the symptoms began to manifest themselves it was too late. He's beginning to show signs the end may be near but as strong as I try to be for him, I just don't know if I can say goodbye. I'll have to, I know, but I love him so damn much," I said and started crying again in Griz's big arms. He stroked and petted me.

"There, there, poor baby-cub, that's a shocker to hear. My master will be devastated. If I can do anything, Baby Bear, please let me know. I already love you, Cowboy. I know it's not to be between us, but I’d make you my slave in a minute if'n I could. I'd challenge any man who wanted you to a fight to the death," he said like a noble knight defending his right to his mate. I smiled to myself thinking about poor Dan Yates.

"Well, you're right, it can't be, big bear-man, there's another loving master whose waiting for me to become his slave if something happens to my master. He's the dad of the man who was my buddy in Nam. I loved my buddy very much. He gave his life for me. His dad, Dan Yates, has waited almost four years for me to come to him, and I want to serve him. I can dream of having you as a master someday. I'd be right proud to serve and take care of you," I said.

"I know Mr. Yates, Billy. My master and I stayed with him and his boy Buck several times. My master and Mr. Yates don't know it but Buck and I made love. He was a wonderful young man. I loved him so much. It tore me apart when I heard he was killed in Nam. You must have loved Buck a lot," he said.

I started crying again and told him my story of going to Nam with Buck and him being killed saving my life. The big bear was in tears, too. We kissed, and I suddenly became very sleepy. "Master Bear, does bear milk make you sleepy?" I asked.

"Every time my master can't sleep I have him suck some out of me and he goes right to sleep. He sleeps so peaceful all night he never wakes up until morning. You done had enough to knock you out for two days, but you needed it after what you just told me. I think you should even have a little more. I got quite a bit left and my body just makes more. I think it has something to do with a steady diet of bear's milk the winter I was thrown out by my old man," he said.

He took his big paw and hooked me onto one of his big brown teats as I lay comfortably in his furry arms. I sucked and drank more of his sweet bear milk as I again massaged his pec to make the milk flow faster. The last I remember was him moving my head to his other big teat. I woke once during the night when the big bear pulled me tighter to him and reseated his big cock deep in my butt. I never slept so warm, full, and relaxed since I'd been back from Nam. He threw a light comforter over us and I felt secure and comfortable in his big arms. He never let me go all night. I awoke the next morning with light streaming into the room feeling his big cock growing in my butt filling me to the max. I found my giant ring-nosed bear sitting up on one elbow looking at me. I looked into his deep set, beautiful, amber eyes. They were sad but loving. I reached up with my hand, gently lifted his nose ring out of the way and kissed him as I wiggled my ass as far down his shaft as I could. The big son of a bitch blushed. I couldn't believe it. He had the heart of a school boy with a crush.

"You've been good to me, Big Bear. Thanks for sharing your man milk and your big cock with me last night. I ain't slept that soundly and untroubled since I got back from Nam," I confided.

"Ah, t'weren't nothing, Little Bear. Felt good having you suck it out of me. I don't know what makes me produce the stuff but sometimes it builds up in there. You did me a favor, you almost drained me. You were sucking and kneading my chest after you's asleep. Never had nobody do that before. You were like my baby cub I was feeding. You captured my heart last night, Cowboy. I've always dreamed of having a little brother cub I could take care of and he would love me for who I am, a big ugly bear. I don't want to let you go, but I know we'll see each other again.

“I hear voices sometimes, Little Bear, and they tell me things, like we'll be together again one day. I want what we had last night to be good memories. Ugly’siam, I want you to like me. Ugly folks don't get to love too much. They don't get much love offered them. You didn't just freely give of yourself last night you washed my spirit in your love. I know angels walk this Earth. God sent me my big momma bear to save my life. She was an angel, and he sent me you. He sent me you to show me not to expect love, but be grateful when it comes my way," he said. I was stunned by his words. They were simple but held an honest truth.

"I do like you big bear, but I ain't no angel. My memories of last night are wonderful, I guarantee you. I won't gainsay to no man what might hear the voice of the angels of God. If'n I did I'd be denying my own experiences and have to check myself into a mental hospital. Not to worry, Big Man. You have me where you want me; right in a corner of yore' big heart. Think I might talk you into a little more cowboy butt fucking, Master Bear? I'd really like to feel that big piece of bear meat fucking me again. Makes me wanna' scratch behind my ear with me foot just think'n 'bout it," I told him.

"I'd love to fuck you again, but Master's already opened the door once to see if you were awake, and I waved him away. He's downstairs getting breakfast so we better get in the shower and get cleaned up."

"You let me worry about that, Big Bear. I'll tell him it was my fault, 'cause I ordered you to take me again. He told you to follow my orders. Besides, you's already way up inside me and you got me primed for a good bear fuck'n," I assured him.

"He did say that, didn't he, Cub? I really need to fuck you good this morning, for both of us. That hungry little ass of yours is ready for a big hot bear load. I can feel it trying to suck it out of me. Lie back, relax, Slave-Cub, and let yore' Master Bear do us some good."

He worked me up slowly until he was riding me harder than he did the night before. My ass was giving way to his persistent onslaughts of long dickin' and hard riding. I opened up to him like a night blooming Cirrus which has only one evening to share it's beauty with the world. I couldn't even tighten my muscle anymore for him. My whole body bloomed for him as he was determined to leave me with all his honey. All of a sudden he hit something deep inside me that made my whole body start to vibrate in F-sharp major. He new I was near and ordered me to come. I didn't have to ask instructions how to get there as I let go a huge volley into his fur and once again I felt him emptying his big bear load, all his stolen honey, deep into my ass. It felt warm and wonderful as he shot volley after volley of his hot bear cream further into me that any man before. It felt like he was filling my tank with his fluids. He was more than a little pleased he got us off but seemed a little nervous and frustrated. "What's a' matter, Big Bear? You done us good, why the worried face?" I asked.

"I can do better, and you didn't get all my honey. I could have given you a lot more to carry around in you today. I wanted you to have all of me," he lamented. He meant it as an act of bonding; an expression of love he felt for me; as an honor for me to carry as much of his seed in my gut as he could pump into me. I shared his concern. Somehow, it suddenly became important I help this gargantuan tri-ped insure his gift was complete.

"Come, then, Master Bear, I'll suck you off in the shower," I took him by his paw and led him to the bath. I don't think he believed me. I skinned his big foreskin back, started going down on him and about the fifth try to take him as far down my throat as I could he shot one Hell of a load in my mouth. I sucked it down as greedily as my ass took it. He moaned, growled, and pitched his hips forward as he shot several times into my waiting mouth. He had his own distinctive flavor. He tasted like bear; a wild masculine taste flavored with clover honey. All bear's love clover honey.

"You have all of me, Cub. I can become a part of you now," he said. He was happy. He completed his task with me. He held me close under the hot water of the shower and continued to moan and growl as he once again felt every part of my body. It was like he was blind and trying to memorize me by feel. He gently raised his nose ring and I put my face up to his for his kiss. He was sweet, gentle but underneath everything he was a controlled beast. I could love this man deeply. I knew someday I would. I think I already did love him. I know he could love me deeply; he did, twice. I bathed him and washed every part of his big body. He even let me clean his ass with my fingers and some soap. He laughed at me for being so gentle with him as I toweled him dry; a chore which took three giant size bath towels to accomplish.

His hairy body just held the water. I took my hair dryer and blew him dry. He loved that, especially when I rubbed his big bear back as I was drying his fur. I had some Johnson's baby powder I kept in my small black toiletry bag and lightly powered his big body. He smelled and looked wonderful. He was fluffed and lightly powdered. Still, the most miraculous thing, over the fragrance of soap and baby powder was the lingering scent of roses. It was unmistakable. He looked, for all the world, like the meanest, anatomically correct, teddy bear any little boy or girl might wish to have on their bed to keep them safe at night. I helped him get dressed and with one last kiss we headed for the door.

"You can't call me 'Master Bear' outside this room, Bear Cub," he reminded me.

"I know, Master Bear," I replied. I got to my knees and kissed his big boots and found his eager hand waiting. I gently kissed the back and placed it to my forehead.

"Rise, Brother Cub, and give me a sweet good morning kiss," he said softly. He had tears in his large amber eyes. "I love you, Cowboy," he said tenderly.

"I love you, too, Griz," I replied. We went downstairs with me leading him, holding his giant paw. We came into the room where our two masters were. They saw us holding hands and smiled to each other. I went to Booger, knelt in front of him and kissed his boots. We went through the ritual; I hugged and kissed him good morning. Big Griz did the same with Bro Red, his master.

"He take good care of you, Young'un?" Bro Red asked me.

"The best of care, Master Red," I replied. I went to him, knelt in front of him and kissed each of his boots. He went through the ritual with me.

"Rise, Cowboy and show this master your love," he demanded. I threw my arms around him, hugged, and kissed him. He didn't hold back and put a great deal of affection in his kiss.

"Damn, Little Brother, you ain't had no slave in years but when you decided to take one you chose the pick of the litter," Bro Red said.

"He is kinda pretty, ain't he Bro?" Red joked with his brother,"You'n 'nat bear, rodeo last night, Cowboy? Did you get all fifteen inches of that big bear's meat shoved up your little chute last night?" my Master asked joking with me.

"I did, indeed, Master. Slept all night riding that big thing. Once I climbed in his saddle I weren't gonna' get off after no eight seconds; I guaran-damn-tee ya'! I wouldn't let him take it out. I felt like a flag pole sitter what farted. I ordered him to fuck me good again this morning and sucked him off once in the shower. For the next two weeks you're gonna' have to fuck me two times in a row, maybe slap me around a little to hurt me, to satisfy me," I said. Booger howled with laughter so did Bro Red. The bear-man blushed.

"And, what do you have to say for yourself, Big'un?" Griz's master asked him.

"Thank you, Master, for letting me take care of Cowboy, and thank you Master Red for trust'n me with him. He's a wonderful young man who's thoughtful and kind. I love him, Master," Griz said with tears in his eyes.

I was shocked Griz would be so bold with his master. Bro Red walked over to the big man and put his arms around him. "Glad to hear that, Slave, I can't help love him, too; glad he was good to you. For all the shit I give you, you know I love you, don't chu'?" he said tenderly to his giant.

"I know, Master, but Cowboy don't think I'm ugly," Griz replied.

"I don't either, you big ox. I love you just the way you are. Holy shit, you smell good this morning," Bro Red sniffed around Griz's neck.

"Cowboy bathed, dried, and powered me, Master Red. He done a good job, too, did'nee?" he asked.

"Wonderful job! I can see the two of you bonded pretty well; that's good," Bro Red said.

I was glad to see Bro Red knew when Griz needed some love and encouragement. Griz got the biggest smile on his face, and I winked at him. He blushed again. He won my heart. We ate breakfast and not a word was said about Booger and his brother having a conversation. Griz and I looked at each other. I knew he was wondering, too. I gave Griz a look of, 'Well, let's just be patient and see what happens.' I winked at him. He picked up on my signal and nodded in agreement. I've never seen a man put away as much food as Griz. Even my master was stunned. I guess big men need a lot of food. He wasn't particularly overweight. In fact, he was quite trim and had the abs of an eighteen year old. I couldn't tell how old he was but I would guess him to be about six or seven years older than me. Maybe, like dogs and cats, bears age at a different rate. Who knows? Later that morning Bro Red and I had a few minutes alone while Booger was showing Griz something about our bikes.

"Will you let me know when he starts getting bad, Billy?" he asked.

"You don't have to ask, Master. You know I will. I'm gonna' need all the love and support I can get. I don't think I can say goodbye to him, Master Red," I shared with him. I turned and walk to the house because I felt my eyes start to tear. He followed me and took me in his arms.

"Thank, God, he's got somebody like you, Cowboy. Someone who loves him and will stick with him to the end. I can't imagine him trying to go though something like this alone. You know he's independent as Hell, but I think he's getting frightened. He told me of the signs. He spoke your name in reverent tones last night when he told me you two had no choice in the matter of your love. He said a higher power told you, you had to be with him. He broke up in my arms telling me how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you by his side. He told me this year with you, these months touring with you and your cousins, has been the greatest year of his life. Do you have any idea where he wants to spend his last days?" Bro Red asked.

"He mentioned either Master Walker's or my dad's place in Mason. I'd rather him be at the Johnson Ranch because of the close proximity to the greater Dallas/Ft. Worth area medical centers. Or even Los Angeles to be near the doctors at U.C.L.A. medical center. They were the ones who diagnosed his condition. I don't really know for sure, Master. How are you taking the news?" I asked looking into his eyes.

He breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. "Not too well, Son. He's my baby brother and I raised him since he was seven years old. We been close for many years; although, in the last several years he's been on that damn bike so much I don't get to see him very often. I'm surprised he stopped by here. He can be an ornery independent cuss when he wants to be, and he gets pissed at me when I try to give him advice. I love him, but I'm over protective, I know; but, Goddamn it, Billy, he's my only baby brother," he said. I could tell he was hurting. I held Bro Red as he let it all out in my arms. "I read about the two of you saving that Arab Prince's life. Your master told me you saved his life, and clipped the varmints testicles what were gonna' do him in. I've always thought you were a fine, talented, young man, Cowboy, but I have a lot more respect for you after he told me that, Son.

"You'n your uncle have always been tops in my book, but the way my little brother told me that story last night, he had us both laughing. He gave me a blow by blow account of how you came to his rescue and the look on that little queen's face when you took out after him. Laughed my ass off. He was dead serious when he told me he owed you his life. He spoke of you and the way you handled the situation in reverent tones. He said he thought you'd a' killed that little 'scooter trash' if'n he hadn't begged you, then ordered you, as his slave, not to; said he'd want you covering his back in any fight. He worships the ground you walk on, Cowboy, and I can't say's I'm far behind him in that opinion. Now you got a giant bear in your corner, too," he said and laughed to lighten the mood.

"It would seem big Griz and I bonded pretty tight last night, Master Red. I won't lie to you, I fell in love with big monster; but, then again, I have soft spot in my heart for big ugly men. Griz was right. I don't see him as ugly. I see him as a man is supposed to look. He's like your brother is to me, a magnificent beastie. You're one lucky man to have won him in that card game," I said.

"He thinks I don't know he cheated to let me win," Bro Red said and chuckled.

"I can't say, Master Red," I replied, dropped my gaze, and blushed.

"You do love him, Cowboy. I know damn well he told you that story and you won't betray the big man's trust. I like that, Son, tell's me a lot about you. I don't expect you to betray mine either, just thought you'd find it amusing. I love him more'n I let him know. He hopes to make some slave a fine master one day but he needs a bit more training as a slave to knock off some rough edges. To be honest, I don't know if he could survive out there as a master. He needs more control than he realizes. However, for any of his faults, which be damn few, Griz has the heart of a protective mother Grizzly. The big son of a bitch has saved my life five times. You have to love a man who'll put his life on the line to save yours. You put yours on the line for my brother, and I love you for it."

"Well, I didn't do nothing special. It was five against one, and I just evened the odds a little with a sturdy chunk of two by three; worked right nice to calm them old boys down. Then Booger and I gave three of 'em a permanent attitude adjustment," I said and grinned real big as he laughed at my obvious oversimplification of the facts.

Booger and I stayed one more evening with his brother and Griz. We were together that evening, and I talked with him. "How did your talk with your brother go, Master?"

"Lots of crying and holding each other. Then I fucked the b'Jesus out a' him," Booger said and laughed, "I'm exhausted and need some tender loving care from my slave boy."

"You got it, Master. Anything you need, I'm here," I assured him.

"We need to get out of here tomorrow. I love my brother, but he can be overpowering. He's a strong figure of a man. While he can be kind and giving, he can also be demanding and controlling. I've always been a bit intimidated by him. I owe him a lot. I let him push me around and tell me what to do so's not to argue. I don't feel comfortable around him when he starts telling me what to do. He thinks that's still his job as my big brother and, in a way, it is; however, that's when I start to itch and hear the road calling my name, Son. Besides, to be honest, I miss Boots and Sonny. I thank God he gave us those two men to love and lean on during our tour. They mean a lot to me, Cowboy," Booger said.

"I know they do, Master. I look upon Boots as my big brother and Sonny as my little brother. I love them both. I never regretted a time you decided to swap slaves. You're a good master, Booger. Not only to me but Sonny and Boots as well. You kept your promise to me and never let things get out of hand. I never minded sharing you with Sonny. I have to laugh at him the next day after he's been with you. He's in another world. He don't talk about it much. We decided not to compare notes. I'll be sitting quietly next to him, and he'll sigh deeply then barely say under his breath, "Fucked my ass four times last night. Ever’ damn one was harder and more demanding than the one before. Son of a bitch, if'n my ass ain't sore. Now I know what you mean, Brother. Ever’ time a pain shoots through my butt when I'm on my bike, I think of the feeling I had when our master was getting himself some of the best stuff up there making it feel really good, using my slave ass, taking all he wanted. Every time I feel it hurt a little, I quietly thank our master out loud and swear them sharp shoot'n pains is the best fucking feeling I ever had in my life. Damned, if it don't feel good, Cowboy!" he smiles sheepishly at me, then we'd break up laughing.

"Well, I can tell you one damn thing, Cowboy," Red smiled at me, "my big brother's in love with you. He thinks yore' shit don't stink. I assured him it does. However, for all the things I done to fuck up my life, he thinks talking you into being my slave is the jewel in my crown. Don't agree with my brother about much, but I gotta' admit, he's right about that," he said.

"Hell, you didn't have to do much talking, Red. I thought some about it and gotta' give my master his due. You were pretty damn smart," I said.

"How's 'zat, Darlin'?" he drawled.

"You let that beautiful cock of yorn do most of the persuading, and once that magnificent beast grabbed a'holt of my heart there weren't time enough to launch them lifeboats," I said with a grin. Red laughed until his brother came to see if he was okay.

"Damn you, Cowboy! You always could get a laugh out of me at my darkest moments. Life with you's been a lot easier 'cause a' that. You don't let me take myself too seriously. I love you, Billy," he said tenderly.

"Well, I share that feeling only I love you more...much, much more," I said with a wicked grin.

"Un-uh," he growled shaking his head 'no' with a big grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

"Uh-huh!" I replied emphatically shaking my head 'yes' with a smug, self-satisfied grin. He raised his big arm in mock anger to backhand me. "You'd better cut that out, Young'un. You know what that leads to, and I already got me a stifter thinking about it. I don't think my brother or Griz is ready for one of our 'Booger gets his Gunn' sex-scenes," he said and laughed. I was laughing as he took my hand and placed it on his cod piece. Damned, if he weren't telling the truth.

End Chapter 21 ~ Booger Red & Cowboy
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