THE TIES THAT BIND .1 ~ The Interview

This is a story based on a true story of an angry young man who cannot find happiness in the Gay Leather Bars in L.A. and meets two of the most influential men to ever enter his life. I dedicate these two chapters to all the Authors that have contributed to this site and provided me and my slave with many evenings of enjoyment. I have had to replace three keyboards on my 'puter, somehow the keys keep getting stickey! If you have private thoughts you may E-mail me~

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THE TIES THAT BIND

By Waddie Greywolf

The Interview

Scenario: Two Story Home, Mount Washington Area,

Los Angeles, California, 1972

When I was in Nam I was older than the average recruit. I had gone to College. Did two years Graduate work to avoid the draft. Got home from the Graduation Ceremony, threw the sheep skin on the bed and opened my mail. The second envelop I opened was a nice letter from my Uncle. "Greetings!" It said crisply, "You have been ordered....." The next thing I knew my ass was being shipped to Vietnam.

After I'd been there for about a week I couldn't help notice how empty the heads were in the mornings. There was no rush of men pushing and shoving to get to a sink. It was empty except for a couple lifer Sargents.

A buddy of mine solved my conundrum at breakfast, "They're all so damn

young they only have to shave once a week." And so they were! The pride of a generation in this God forsaken shit hole of a country!

I was assigned to the Hundred Sixty Eighth as a Corpsman. I lived through horrors no man should ever witness. I had come out as a Gay man my last year in college and it ate me up emotionally patching the wounded, as fast as you could, to get to the next one. Shoveling a man's steaming guts back into his stomach cavity with my bare hands, lighting him a smoke, knowing he wasn't gonna' make it, and assuring him all the while, he was. I still remember the faces I watched die. Some of the most handsome, Goddamn good looking men you ever saw died in my arms. No time for tears nor prayers. Let the dead bury the dead!

They nicknamed me "Squid" because they said that was the sound the bullet

made the frist time I got shot. I don't think anyone but my buddy and the paymaster knew my real name. It was a service thing.

I bought the package! Believed I was making a difference, serving, helping. For my country! I became an uncareing, disillusioned, nasty-mouthed, depressed, drug popping, don't give a shit, slave for my country. Slave, yep, you bet'chem Red Rider! I could not stop going back to help these innocent men, some still children really! I was wounded six times. After the fourth heart I threw them away. It wasn't until they shot out one of my kidneys and I almost lost my arm that I decided it was time to reconsider. I had been too lucky too long. And you know what, I've got a news flash for Straight America and all you red necked Bubba's, my cocksucker blood fell on the ground as red as any straight fucker's.

I decided to settle in Los Angeles. It was big enough to lose myself and explore my Gayness without anyone from my small West Texas town ever finding out. I got a great job with a recommendation from the General of the division I had befriended. For the first time in my life I had more money

coming in than I ever had in my life. I could buy anything I wanted. And did! I thought material possessions would help heal the pain.

I wouldn't buy a television. I wouldn't read a newspaper. I wouldn't talk to anyone about what I had seen or been through. I never bought a T.V until

we withdrew from South East Asia. I was carrying around so much emotional baggage it was hard for me to communicate with other Gay men. I wouldn't share what was bugging me and they just labeled me as a Schitzy-cunt! I was a failure in relationships. I was a failure in Nam, I couldn't save all those men, sweep the ocean back with a broom, why should I be surprised to be a failure here!

I didn't like the bar scene and wanted desparately to find someone to love that loved me and settle down into something that resembled stability!

But, it was 1972. The time of he "me" generation of lots of meaningless sex

and open relationships. I was sinking fast! The silence of eternity called to me daily.

Then one night, in one of the Leather Bars, I met an older gentleman who claimed to be a broker for introductions between young and

older men. I talked to him for sometime trying to read him. He made no apologies about the fact that his services were unusual. He sepcialized in arranging Master/slave relationships. Basically, as he explained, he made extra money to supplement his fixed income by arranging S & M sex between attractive young men he knew, or those referred to him as trustworthy, and older men who didn't or couldn't go to Gay bars, because of sensitive occupations.He gave me his card and asked that I call him to set up an appointment for an interview. No obligations! Just tell him a little about myself. Maybe he could refer me to some men I would not otherwise have the opportunity to meet. He only asked that I be honest and open about my sexual needs and fantasies.

He was a strange man with piercing blue eyes, a soft southern baritone voice, and had a rugged attractiveness as if he had seen a life of hard work. He stood about six four and at approximately 230 pounds still had a rock hard body. Full white beard and stash rounded his affect. I think the white hair and beard made him appear older than his actual age.

Since I never had a strong father figure when I was a child I found myself preferring older men. I couldn't find what I was looking for in the gay bars in LA. I bought a motorcycle and hung out at all the leather bars. Went on all the major bike runs but something seemed to be missing. All the guy's I was interested in were either attached or had their heads up their butts.

Then there were the types that had what I called the terminal Hollywood syndrome. They would go home with you but couldn't wait to get out to the bus stop for the next trick to come along. It seemed no matter how good the sex was between you they weren't interested in getting to know you. The idea of a broker cum S & M Dolly Levi sounded a bit strange but then nothing else was working for me so I thought, "Why not?"

When I went for an interview he had me complete a twenty age application and sexual preference survey. He was business like and professional acting as if he had done this hundreds of times and I was e pluribus unum. He seemed pleasant and easygoing with a sense of humor.

"I see on your application your full name is Andrew Beaureguard James Jr. What name do you use?" He asked.

"Well Sir, my Family called me Andy because they called my Dad, Beau. But in

the service everyone called me Beau and it stuck with me afterwards. So you can

call me Beau, if you like!" I told him.

"What can I call you if I don't like?" he tested me.

" Anything but late for dinner!" I replied laughing. He laughed too, not expecting such a smart ass reply.

He answered all my questions honestly and sincerely with no judgement to my preferences; however, he did question me concerning my interest in pursuing my passive side.

"Haven't you ever been a bottom to some guy?" he asked.

"I've let a couple screw me and I've sucked a few off but when I go with someone, if in the first fifteen minutes he hasn't made a move I damn sure will!" I replied. He just laughed.

"Well son, I'll be honest with you. I don't think you're ever going to find what your looking for in the LA bars. Oh sure, there are some so called Tops that cruse the bars but the ratio between Tops and bottoms is approximately ten to one. Consider this equation: if there are a hundred men in a bar and you're one of them then only ten of those hundred are going to be Tops. Out of the ten Tops how many are you going to find interesting enough to submit to. Say you find four that strums your banjo. That’s forty percent. Of those four what are the possibilities that one of them would feel the same about you. Let's say one! You go home with him and while he tops you, screws you or has you suck him off, he doesn't give you the control you may be looking for. You seem pretty strong willed and seem to know what you don't want. I would guess you see through phonies easily. And yet, you don't know how to get what you want. So you go away feeling cheated. Empty. Maybe even used. That may seem like a dichotomy because you went with him to be used. Right? Then why the empty feeling?"

"I know what you're talking about Sir. You're right. And while it does seem a little hopeless to me at times, I don't know what to do about it."

It's not hopeless. You're reaching out by coming to this interview. You’re at least making an effort. You might find some of your answers here, you may not. Maybe new ideas will cause some minor revelation that will ultimately lead to some situation which might fill your needs. You’re a good looking young man with a fairly buff body and my guess is that you probably intimidate most tops. Butch bottoms have a hard time out there. Most Tops and some Master's are concerned they might turn the scene upside down. That's a small problem but manageable. I specialize in butch bottoms. I've been ninety five percent successful in placing butch bottom slaves with Masters. In fact some prefer them as a challenge to break them. Kind'a turns me on too! I've always found they are the most difficult to break and train but if a Master takes the time, his payoff will be one of the most valuable pieces of property any man may own. A devoted, selfless, companion.

Excuse me, Sir! But I don't think I want to become someone's slave."

Maybe I missed something here. We were talking about exploring your passive side? From the way you talk about it, your passive side is very important to you. I'm just trying to give you some idea what's out there and how it works. If you want me to refer you to some Tops or Masters so you can 'explore your passive side' they are going to expect you to walk the walk and talk the talk! I can't refer you if you don't understand what you're getting yourself into. That wouldn't be fair to you and it could mean a loss of business for me. You can't talk about you passive side in the context of S & M without discussing Masters and slaves. No matter what anyone tells you that is the tie that binds"

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"O.K. I understand Sir. I guess I've heard the way some guys talk about passives, bottoms, and slaves in the Leather crowd. They are looked down upon and considered second class citizens in the bike crowd. I don't want to think of myself that way no matter what I choose to do sexually. I thought I could explore my passive side, which to be honest, is much stronger than my aggressive side, by being a bottom to a Top or Master you refer me to. But I can certainly see your point. I didn't know what to expect when I came for this interview there are so many creeps in L.A. I suppose I wasn't prepared for this to be legit or you being quite so serious. Please, forgive me, I meant no harm, I will take this much more seriously, Sir."

"You know the right words to say and the way to put them together. There is nothing to forgive. You have every reason to be suspicious. As for what you've over heard in bars or the bike crowd they put down what they can't or don't want to understand. Putting the bottoms down is their way of overcompensating for their passive side. We all have both. It's just a matter of luck or Devine providence that we become imprinted one way or the other. Wanting to explore your passive side was a red flag to me. I assure you that the majority of Masters and enlightened Tops do not feel that way.

A well trained slave is a joy to a real Master and something to be proud of. There is little

thought of feminizing their slave because of anal play. Quite the contrary. We are men having unusual sex with other men. The ass is just another opening for a Master to pleasure himself and the slave simply becomes a vessel to receive his seed. I could never survive some of the trips some Masters take their slaves on in their dungeons. Being a slave and being proud of yourself because your Master is pleased with you is a shield against such garbage. If you're a well trained slave you aren't even aware of such talk."

"I never thought of it that way, Sir. But the idea of putting my life in another persons hands and giving up my freedom is a bit disconcerting."

"What freedom? What do you mean by freedom? Most Gay men build their own prisons, live their lives trapped in these prisons of their own making, and die. I suspect you are well on your way to doing just that"

"You're probably right, Sir." I said laughing."

"We'll talk more about these things later. Right now let's establish some guide lines or parameters for working with you. The way my service works is you don't pay anything to be referred. The men who want referrals pay in advance for every referral I send them. So I have to know if I refer you to someone you will show up and make an effort. I don't expect you to have sex with someone you don't want to. Your not a whore and I'm not a pimp. What you get out of it is up to you. You probably wouldn't want to jump over the broom with some of our referrals; however, a fuck is a fuck and try, if you can, to have some interaction or sex with them. If it's just a bust, I'll understand. Just be honest with me and tell me the truth about what happened. It is a unique opportunity to meet some fine men that you would not ordinarily have access to. You never know when nor where you may find your place in the sun"

"Since you are having some fear of what we call hard core S & M relationships let me ask you what you have done to find out what you want or expect in any relationship. Have you done any active soul searching? I didn't think so. Have you ever sat down and really asked yourself who or what type person you would want to spend a lifetime with if given the chance? I mean really sat down with a pad and pencil and just listed the things you like about people and the things you don't. Then on a separate sheet list the things you like about yourself and the things you don't. You might take it one step further and make a list about where you are in life, your accomplishments, your pratfalls and where you see yourself ten, twenty years from today. Do you really have any direction in your life? Do you admire Men that do and have the guts to go out and get it? In short do you really know who your are and what you want?

"I don't mean to seem disrespectful Sir but what Gay Man in L.A. does? Do you think if that sort thing was common knowledge, or any Gay male in my position thought he could find these truths easily, that there would be so many Gay bars catering to x-amount of lifestyles? I'm not trying to defend the L.A. Gay lifestyle but most of us came from small middle class American towns that always had a town queer and God forbid you were ever caught even talking to the man! With that image in mind we moved to the larger cities for anonymity and a community where we were comfortable. Then we began to restructure our ideas about everything from God to dirty sex. Speaking for myself I never really had an adolescence until I had gone to College, fought for my country in Vietnam, got out, and settled in L.A. I had lived a repressed life due to the well meaning but lethal community I came from. I am still in the final stages of my previously non-existent adolescence. I'm still asking huge questions about how I can best get through today, let alone twenty years from now! I like the idea of what you said and God knows I've tried everything else. I'm not unreceptive to new ideas but they have to have a ring of truth for me. What you've said makes a lot of sense!"

"No disrespect taken, son. You make a strong point. Basically were do you run to, who do you ask? There were no manuals to help your parents raise you and they certainly never knew how to raise a Gay son. They probably never knew. That's another point I want to make. When you can't find what you want or need does anyone have a schematic to repair your disillusion. Larry Townsend's Leatherman's Handbook is a start. While there are large gaps in his and my philosophy about leather sex, S & M, Master/Slave relationships, at least it's a start. One man dared to try, dared to stand up while everyone else stood by and either giggled or became instant authorities and did nothing but criticize and find fault. It was a damn good effort! It's been a reference for many people for many years. My point is, son, few people out there try! They don't know what they want from trick to trick and spend their lives trying to catch that brass ring on the Merry-go-round! And if, by chance, you did find someone to settle down with, were happy and contented, they'll try to steal your brass ring!"

"I guess you hit a nerve there, Sir. I haven't revealed this to many people because in today's world of free sex it isn't politically correct but I have a gut need to find someone to share my life. And I don't mean a fucking open relationship! I've tried that and it's like living with a lover who has a swinging door for a brain. I am probably brainwashed by breader mentality that there's someone out there for everyone, but I sometime get the feeling that I made it to the train station on time but it left five minutes early."

"I understand." he continued shaking his head and laughing,

"However, one of the most simple facts of nature might help you understand your situation."

"What's that Sir?" I begged. He laughed.

"Woah! Not so fast! One of the things you may know already is nothing in life is free. And while some things may be a trade off you essentially pay a price. But I'm just kidding, I'll tell you, it's no big secret!" he laughed and continued, "By the way, you'll know when to pay me back and how much." he laughed again. I was really beginning to like this man.

"One of the basic facts of nature confirmed by much scientific study is that the male of our species is easily conditioned to sexual response. Which may account for fetishism in many men. Conditioning and sexual response is a major component of S&M recreational sex. I call it recreational sex because while we're capable of pro-creation we don't choose to go with women. There is certainly nothing wrong with the idea of re-creating oneself through sex".

"Every male mammal on our planet has a bone in the penis except man. Even the Sperm Whale has an eight foot bone. They don't require stimulation to procreate. Since man doesn't have a bone in his penis he must have stimulation to achieve an erection for penetration. That stimulation is highly susceptible to conditioning. Remember Pavlov's dog? The concept is very similar".

"The female of our species is seasonal. They have periods of ovulation in which they are more likely to conceive. That's when they are most likely to be stimulated for sex. Now, that's not to say sexual conditioning or fetishism is unheard of among woman but by and large it's far more common among men".

"Why did man develop without a bone in his penis? It's hard to say. No pun intended. Scientist think it may be because the other mammals had to copulate quickly least they be preyed upon by larger species during the act".

"Women have an anomaly as well that sets them apart from other mammals. They do not have a free floating sack in their uterus. Curious that we have developed separate and distinct physical anomalies. Some radical thoughts are that man may be a hybrid species. They point out that the stable sack would be ideal for space travel even if a woman were pregnant".

"Now, what does this all have to do with you and your happiness? Considering what I've just told you it's not hard to imagine that homosexuality itself may have some causality in early conditioning. I like to think of it as imprinting on the brain. If you’re a lonely child seeking love and attention in an unstable family situation who just happens to have a stud uncle that wears big boots and shows you attention, treats you with respect, doesn't talk down to you, maybe pets you and holds you close to him, and is never rejecting! Bamm! Your imprinted!"

"You may spend the rest of your life looking for that love or a facsimile. Then as we gain experiences in life we transfer bits and pieces to our present consciousness. We look for sexual response that most closely resemble our earlier imprinting."

"Then if we find someone that send up our flag, we dabble, sample, reject, and ultimately feel empty and disillusioned because we can't find the damn key to put it all together. Then one night you meet this hunk of a man in a bar that has the hottest pair of boots on. He's mature, sure of himself, and God help you, he's showing interest in you. He buys you beers, puts his arm around you in comradery, and hangs on your every word. He's showing that little boy inside you attention. Attention = Love!"

"You go home with him and he's a take charge Kind'a guy, ties you to the ceiling and sets your hair on fire, but you don't care he's showing you attention, he cares, and you would do anything for him to gain his approval. Bamm! Your imprinted again! Do you see any similarities between this man and your stud Uncle? Bits & pieces, transferred to a new concept of sex? After a brief but intense affair with this guy you separate, go about your life, and one day it hits you: My God, I can't have good sex unless I'm swinging from the ceiling with my hair on fire!!!" we both roared with laughter. I did like this man, a lot!

"Did you ever see the play, Equus? Prime example as to how male sexuality may become conditioned for unusual sexual response. Look at ex-marines for all their macho bullshit still retain sublimated homosexual responses: remember the Corps!! Simper Fi!!! The words, training, conditioning, imprinting, brainwashing, all have similar effects that may be arrived at through the clever manipulation of the male sexual response!" He looked me in the eyes for a long moment, then grabbed my arm tightly.

"This is conditioning! Do I have your attention?"

"Yes, Sir!!!"

"If you really want someone to remember some important point, grab them forcibly, then tell them what you want them to remember. It's a subtle form of conditioning. Now that I have your attention here comes the biggin! Sado/masochism, Master/Slave, control/submission, Top/Bottom, are

all forms of conditioning to sexual response! Imprinting occurs! Then sexual response depends on conditioning! It's just that simple!!

"Got that, son!!!" he asked as he shook my still tightly held arm.

"Yes, Sir!!!" I responded soundly and thought, could it be that simple? Surely not! If only......???

"O.K.!! Now!! You tell me how this applies to you!" he asked as he released my arm.

"I've been conditioned as a child to try to gain love and acceptance from a strong Alpha male. That

conditioning continues through our lives and.........

And......" I wasn't sure were I was going with this.

"Yes, keep going, you're almost there." he urged like a Schoolmaster

"Unless I give up preconceived ideas and fear of allowing the natural processes of conditioning to occur, follow my heart instead of my brain.........I will continue to be frustrated but because of knowing this I may have some choices as to

how I become imprinted now and in the future".

"Exactly! I wasn't sure, there for a minute, that you understood. "Good for you , Son! Now!! With this information what is the logical conclusion."

"The imprinting most likely to provide what I'm seeking is......."

"Once you hear yourself say it son, you're over half way there."

"Slave training." I almost said to myself but loud enough for him to hear.

"I didn't hear that, Son, would you mind repeating it?" he yanked my chain.

"Slave training, Sir." I said directly to him.

"Then what is there to fear, Son? Should the potential for happiness and contentment something to fear?"

I couldn't answer. I was deep in thought. Stunned.The old Man had won his point but was wise enough to leave me to my thoughts. It was not easy coming to grips with something you had been in denial about for so long. Ask any recovering alcoholic. He grabbed me in his big arms, pulled me to his chest, and just held me tight without a word. He knew! Knowing he knew and was empathetic enough to offer comfort to a man he had only met an hour ago made me loose it.He was whispering a lot of "There, theres," and "the hardest part's over" and something about "epiphanies?"

"Somehow you have become conditioned to seek what you have described for me and you're never going to find anything near it unless you also consider what price your willing to pay to get what you want. Remember that song from the Fantastics, 'You've got to pay to get the kind of rape you want'? Well, nothing could be more true!

"Especially among young Gay men. You have a wonderful opportunity today to find those things you're seeking. But how do you find what your looking for if you don't know yourself? You want a man to love you like you want to be loved. How do you want to be loved? Do you know? Must not if you want to explore your "passive" side. You haven't been too happy with the temporary Top routine.

And another thing, do you know what love is? Everbody throws that word around like it means the same to everyone. It doesn't ! Love hardly ever enters the vocabulary of hard core S & M or Masters/slaves. It's there, it just isn't thought

about in the same way. That doesn't mean it's a less valid concept or definition. In some ways it's a hell of a lot stronger bond than most people will ever know."

"I know you have reservations about the idea of Master/slave relationships but to be honest that's really the only kind of long lasting relationships between men that works. The reason is genetic. Men are in competition with each other and two gay men trying to live, on a give and take, equal basis never works in the long run. They're constantly at each other jockeying for position or control until frustration gets the best of one or the other and they throw up their hands and terminate the relationship. It is many peoples consensus that there must be a leader or dominant alpha male in a relationship and one who may be naturally inclined or conditioned to follow. The bond is so strong in these relationships that they last for years. I know Masters and Slaves that have been together thirty to forty years and are still tying the slave to the ceiling and setting his hair on fire." We both had a good laugh!

"Your not going to find that in vanilla situations nor your average top and bottom S&M relationship. So you have a decision to make about how badly you want what you have expressed to me and how much you're willing to change your life to get it. Remember all of life is a trade off! "

Now! You might consider letting me refer you to some Masters that would be willing to take you on as a new trainee slave to try it, get your feet wet, so to speak! I'm willing to work with you. I know several men that would love to expand your horizons. They are Masters that are employed in delicate professional jobs and are concerned with the possibility of exposure. They would bring you along slowly and not go further than agreed. They are safe and sane men who don't want to scare anyone away from a lifestyle they wholeheartedly embrace. However, you can't continue to play them without a commitment either. After they have invested several sessions playing with you in their dungeon, giving you a lot sexual attention and control, if they like you they are going to start asking about commitments! To train someone to be their slave, companion, life-partner or whatever you want to call it is a big investment and any man who has learned the ways of being a Master and undertakes to train you, want's to be assured he's going to get the maximum return on his investment. That's understandable, isn't it?"

"Yes Sir." I nodded in reply.

"Or with further discussions I might consider training you myself if you think you would be interested; however it would require a radical change in your lifestyle. It would require you to develop a slightly different philosophy of life and your approach to it! But I think you're a bit more receptive now than you were an hour ago" he paused for a response.

"Agreed." was all I could muster.

"If I did agree to take you on, these issues must be discussed and resolved. You would have to understand that when I felt you were ready you would be sold to a good Master. I would get seventy five percent of the money and you would have the rest to put in an account in you name. I don't wish to take on a permanent slave at this time in my life. Or maybe I'm reading you completely wrong. Maybe you just want to dabble in being a bottom and might be more interested in becoming a good Master. I know men that would be happy to teach you the ropes so to speak. Pun intended."

"No Sir, you were right the first time."

I felt I could tell this man anything about my deepest fears and secrets without embarrassment or ridicule.

"Sir," I said hesitantly, "I would give everything I owned to find a man that would share life with me and I would do anything to please him. Now if that makes me a candidate for consensual slavery, so be it!" I don't know where those words came from but it seemed to be the most truthful thing I ever said.

"Let's just see if you might be slave material. Beginning right now," he paused for emphasis," until I choose to release you, later this evening," he paused again, " you agree to be my slave. "It'll give you a chance to see how it feels to call a man your Master and hear yourself be called slave. You already show me respect when you call me "Sir." To be honest, your respectfulness is the only reason you're still here. That's a first basic step and respect for a Master is much the same. I would guess you're probably from the South. Anyone older than you is automatically addressed as Mame or Sir. Right?"

"Yes, Sir." I laughed.

"OK. You continue that respect by substituting Master for Sir. Until I dismiss you you are to do exactly as I order without hesitation and no questions. In effect you will have to be trusting enough to place yourself under my control. Are you willing? Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm willing and I understand."

"Good! Now! You may refer to me as Master Jeb, Sir, or just Master. I'll start referring to you as slave, boy or both. Try to think of calling me your Master as respect or manners, if you will, like when you address me as Sir. Slave manners! That's what it's all about, Son. Now, consider before you react to anything I order you to do that if you hesitate or say no, we will stop, our agreement will be canceled, and you will be dismissed! But not totally. If you're not comfortable, and choose to stop, I'll understand, and it doesn't mean that you've flunked the interview. I'll still set you up with some good men. It's just that I won't waste your or my time and many of my clients by considering you possible permanent slave material.

"Understand?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Alright then, my new slave boy, we'll complete the physical part your application. Strip!"

With no hesitation I striped off my clothes including my socks and stood at parade rest to wait for him. He turned and looked me up and down and made some notation on his chart. He walked over to me and grabbed my cock and balls in his hands. Took his other hand and gently inspected each.

"Not bad." he stated "Not real large but not too small either but that doesn't matter. Most Masters aren't interested in a slave's dick anyway. Some like

to suck their slaves dicks from time to time.

I know I do. I even know a couple of Masters that order their slaves to fuck them regularly. They are, after all, for his pleasure no matter how he wants it and there’s hell to pay if they don't give him a righteous fucking!"

"OK, son. Now kneel on this step and lean over this examination table'"

I followed his instructions and waited. I heard the pop of a pair of rubber examination gloves and knew he was going to inspect my ass. I felt the cold lubricant and he rather forcibly applied it to my sphincter. He must have had medical training as he knew exactly where to find my prostrate and checked it out thoroughly. He didn't stop there.

"Now try to relax. I'm gonna' see how much you'll stretch. Later you could probably be trained to open twice what you can now."

He then began to work two, three, then four fingers into my hole. He stood facing the back of the inspection table, placed one arm around my waist, holding my tight as his other hand cork screwed about half his huge hand up my butt. He was patient and didn't rush his inspection. I was really opening

up and thought he was going to put his hand up there, but he didn't. I didn't drop my ass and kept it high enough so he could get to it easily. I tried pushing back a couple of times and he ordered me not too.

"Tight!" he said. "That's good!"He said as he pulled his hand out of my ass. "Your bone structure will allow you to be fisted without too much problem. Are you a virgin to that?"

"Yes Sir. I've never done that."

I was really getting aroused and he noticed. His free hand reached to my crotch and gave my dick a couple of strokes.

"Something wrong down there slave?"

"Doesn't feel wrong, Sir."

"You have good natural ass juice secretion for lubrication if a Master should wish to dry fuck you and many do from time to time. It's good for a slave to have a sore hole for a day or two to remind him of the good fuck his owner gave him!" he commented and slapped me on my bare butt with his big hand.

"Has this examination excited you slave?"

"I believe so, Sir!"

"I haven't fucked a tight little butt like yours in a long time. You couldn't have been fucked too many times because you're ass is still tight. It's almost virginal. I don't find an ass as tight as your's very often and examining it's got my old cock dripping. Your cockey attitude and butch bottom persona has turned me on since you walked through the door. A couple of times I just wanted to back hand the snot out'a you 'cause you were being so dense and arbitrary. Then I thought about just grabbing you up by the nape of the neck, throwing you across my knee and give your butt the spanking it's needed for a long time."

"But you're coming around, showing some progress and here I am about to grant your wish to be topped just a little earlier than you planned, Son. I sometimes Top a referee to get an idea what I'm sending to my clients. I'm sure as hell going to this time. What you need is a good attitude adjustment and I'm just the man what can do it. Your ass is so tight, I'll bet you never had you cherry popped. I haven't popped one in a long time but I'm gonna' carve another notch on my belt tomorrow because I'm just about to bust yours. Then we'll go to work on that tight little ass and I think we can open it right up!"

I could hear him remove the gloves and remove his pants. He walked around the side of the exam table with his cock laid across his open hand for me to see. Damn it was huge! It was about ten inches and looked like a damn beer can. He began to speak to me as he stroked it a couple of times.

"I never stick my dick in a man that won't kiss it first!" he said.

I immediately moved to the edge and kissed the big head and tongued his piss hole.

"Now take just the head in your mouth and suck on it. You can watch me get hard."

I began to suck on the head and was surprised at how it began to grow. It became engorged with blood and became enormous. By the time he instructed me to stop I could barely get my mouth around it. He moved behind me and I began to get nervous he was so large. He instructed me to raise my ass and I felt his finger explore my hole again. He chuckled to himself.

"This little ass of yours is really ripe, slave boy. Those boy juices are dripping!" I felt him reach into my ass and then pause for a few minutes, he'd reach into my ass again with two fingers and then not touch me for a few minutes. "I'm dipping into that dripping little butt of your's to get some of that slick boy butt juice to lube my cock. It'll make it real smooth when I pop you open. Man, is it ever ready to have it's cherry popped! I know you've been fucked before but I'll bet no one has ever claimed that cherry. I'm about to do that right now."

I felt his boots on either side of my feet on the step and he leaned over me. He began to speak softly to me,"Now, Son, I'm not trying to be mean but I'm gonna' have'ta take you ass pretty hard to bust that cherry. It's gonna' hurt like hell for a few minutes but just bite your teeth together and push back on me. I promise you the pain will soon go away and you will give and get the best fucking you've ever had! Ready, Son."

I liked the way he called me "Son" It was almost like I was going to get fucked by my real Dad. I was scared shitless at what he said he was going to do; but, I had fantasized about being taken hard. This was my chance to try it.

"Yes, Sir." I replied.

Goddamn, before I could think or breathe he had slammed his huge shaft in my butt almost to the hilt. My asshole went crazy! Nothing has ever hurt me that much and I tried to buck him off. He knew the reaction I would have and locked his arms around me and held me tight. For an older dude he was built like a fucking Mack truck and there was no way this side'a hell I was going to get off his dick. I just started crying it hurt so much. It was doing wonders to adjust my cockey butch bottom attitude. I had stopped squirming and he was whispering there, there's in my ear. Then I remembered his instructions and pushed my ass back and up onto his huge cock. Damned if it didn't help a little.

"That's a good boy!" he cooed. "Your Master will make that pain go away."

And with that he took a couple of small strokes and I began to open up. Then almost as quickly as the pain had come, it went and I felt full, warm, with the most comfortable feeling of belonging I had ever experienced.

"Does it hurt that much son?" he asked. The first time

always hurts the most. You'll get use it and even look forward to it. It serves a purpose for a Master, it gets the slaves attention and serves notice his owner expects him to give him the best fuck he can".

"No Sir. It feels so damn good! I'm just cried because I'm stupid. You cock is filling me up and feels so damn good inside me."

"It's customary to thank a man that has just popped your cherry or taken you hard like that."

"Thank you, Master." That was the first time I ever used that word. Considering the attitude adjustment I had just been rightfully given, it seemed natural to show him respect. Having said it and meant it, I accepted my position of his slave for the evening.

"You welcome, slave. Now let's do a couple of simple exercises. Let me feel you bite down real hard with your ass. There that's good! Once again. Yeah, unhuh, that's good! I can feel that! Yeah! Uh-huh, yeah. Again. Oh yeah! Now let me feel your ass suck on it! Take a couple of small strokes with your butt. Oh, yeah, that's good. Couple more. uh, huh. Not bad boy! That's right! Yes! Just a little more on the...Yes! That's it, you've got it. Now raise that little butt and push it back on my big dick. I think you can take it all. I want you to chow down with that tight little ass and eat the last three inches yourself."

I raised my butt and pushed back, made my ass suck it for a while, then took more. He gently urged me back like a football coach. I found myself feeling that the most important thing in the world was to please this big grey bear of a man. Soon I felt his crotch hit my butt. I kept on eating until I was pressing into his belly to get as much up me as he would let me have.

With his arms still around my waist he pulled me to a standing position to get the last little bit inside me. I welcomed it! We stood with him deep within me for several minutes running his big hands the length of my body playing with my cock and balls, pulling, twisting them to just the point of pain. He played with my tits, milking them, squeezing, cupping them, all the while lodged deep inside my gut! Then he spoke with a sigh:

"I've only found one other person in my life that could take all of me boy and I never let him go! He died four years ago. But don't be frightened I don't mean to claim you for my own. I have someone in mind for you that is looking for unspoiled untrained talent. He's a very strict, hard Master that would train you to become a useful slave. But he's also a fair and loving man. I know this Master/slave talk kind'a frightens you", he said as he took a couple of long slow strokes into my ass," that's understandable but I'll make you a bet, anything you wish, that after you meet this man and spend one evening alone with him you will become his slave."

"Now that's enough chatter, let's get you fucked"

I had never been fucked like that before. I did my best to work with him and meet each thrust so it might give him the most pleasure for his cock. He fucked me slow and deep, long and hard. Damn he was right! Popping my cherry was making me give him the best fuck I had ever experienced. I was so open he was slamming the entire length into me with no problem. I was pushing my ass back as hard as I could hoping to get more of him inside me. He fucked me steady for a good thirty minutes. Every now an then he would comment on how much he loved to fuck tight little boy butt. He rested for a while still inside me and then continued to fuck me like a wild man. Soon after that he seemed to tire.

"Master, I'll get you off if you just relax on the bed and let me ride you." I don't know why I told him that. I had never done that sort thing before but I had no problem with the idea right then.

"O.K. Slave boy, let's see what you've got!" he pulled out and my ass made a small popping sound.

"Sounds like that cherry grew back, son. You know what you have do? Now, don't tell me your gonna' do something and not deliver. In other words, don't let your mouth write a check you ass can't cash!"

"Yes, Master" I replied.

I positioned my ass onto the mushroom head of his cock and with no hesitation sunk it all the way to the base. More pain, but this time I knew it would soon pass and would help me give him a good ride.

"Was that OK, Sir?"

"I'm proud of you boy."

Those were magic words, all I needed to flip the on switch to my cock riding, ass fucking machine. I don't know where my butt learned to ride a dick like that but I became a cock riding demon. I was a pretty athletic little fuck and got a good rhythm going on his big cock. I watched his face and could tell when I was doing a stroke that would begin to build him up toward shooting. I hunkered down and really began to pound my ass down hard and fast on his big shaft. I was really giving his prick a good ridin' as his back arched to give me all of it he could. I knew he was close to coming and I didn't waist an inch of his huge cock as he shot a big man load up my hole. I clamped down hard with my ass and begin to milk him to get the last few drops out. He reached down and grabbed my nuts in his big gnarled hand , pulled them tight and started squeezing them hard.

"Now slave," he said, "You don't get off my cock until you shoot. So you'd better take my horse for another ride."

I knew he wasn't kidding, and the idea of my being forcibly retained, impaled on his huge cock was enough to make me come without touching myself; however I reached down to take my cock in my hand.

"Take you're hand away slave! You're going to get another benefit from having your cherry popped. Now you open up that ass and ride that cock. Ram that come deeper in your ass. You see how far up there you can push it. Understand?"

"Yes, Master!"

I started riding him again slapping my butt down hard on his still erect shaft. Damn I fucked my ass harder than he probably would have and could think of nothing else but his come going up into me further and further. About the fifth big hard slam to the base I exploded all over his white haired chest. It drained me completely. I had never shot that much in my life. Where did it come from? I was empty.

"Thank you, Master." I whispered.

"I didn't hear you boy." he lied.

"Thank you, Master." I said natural voice.

"I did NOT hear you BOY!" he spoke sternly.

"THANK YOU, MASTER!" I yelled at the top of my voice.

"That's better!" he replied.

"I must tell you that a slave is rarely allowed to come. At first, that may sound hard but considering a slaves' only purpose in life should be service to his Master. It becomes a form of control. A form of conditioning like we discussed. Beside, when his Master does allow him to come it is fifty times better. I have seen slaves that haven't been allowed to come for a couple of months pass out when they came. Since you did such a good job of riding me as hard as you did to get me off, I felt you deserved a reward."

He reached up and pulled me to him and kissed me gently while still holding his still erect cock deep in my ass. A dam broke inside me and I let it all out. I cried on his big white haired chest. I wasn't ashamed to show my emotions to this man. I'm usually not emotional at all but all this was happening too fast for me to process. All the things he said made too much sense to me. It was like I had been looking through a glass door dimly and then someone opened it for me to see! I knew he understood! Just like a good Master should, I thought. He petted me and stroked me until I got it all out. I apologized and he just smiled knowingly.

"Don't feel ashamed! Your Master understands you just had an epiphany which can shake you to your roots. Sometime we can see further through our tears than we can a telescope!" he paused for a moment and then added,"Your going to make some Master a fine slave, son."

"Now sit back on my dick and clean your boy come off my chest. Then when I give you permission, pull off my cock. You'll clean that too. " I looked puzzled and he further explained.

"Use your mouth slave. Never insult a Master by handing him a trick towel! Use your tongue to clean him after he's finished using you. And don't be squeamish about shit! It's from your body. It won't hurt you and you'll get use to it. It's good training for you. You'll have a little experience when the Master that buys you decides to train you to take his. Which, I might add, will be one of the greatest bonding experiences your Master might offer."

"Now get to it!" There was something about the way this man ordered me to do things that made me do them like someone mesmerized with no feelings of

shyness nor questioning. I knew I was going to do it! He did too! I lapped up I lapped every drop of come I could find.

"Now, pull off of me boy." he instructed me.

I did and looked at his still half hard cock. I had not cleaned out and, sure enough, his big dick was dirty. He stood up and ordered me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed and thought I might hesitate but I didn't. I'm proud to say I cleaned him good. My first taste of my own shit wasn't so bad and I had no problem swallowing. I knew he was pleased and proud of me as well.

"You're a natural boy!" he said "Clean it good, that's it go ahead and swallow, it's yours, it's not gonna' hurt you, it came from your body, that's a good boy." I took his cock in my mouth as much as I could and he told me he was happy with my job. I sat back on my heels and thanked him for allowing me to clean him.

"You need something to wash that shit down and get the taste out of your mouth." he told me.

"Open your mouth and hold the head of my cock." he ordered

"Now grab my butt with your hands"

"OK, now I'm gonna' give you a little and you swallow."

Damn, my first taste of man piss. It was wonderful. I swallowed with no problem and began to suck for more.

"I'm gonna' let it flow a little faster. If you have a problem gently squeeze my ass with your hand and I'll stop the flow. Understand?"

I squeezed his ass that I understood and he started the flow again. I drank and drank, gulped a few times until I could feel my belly was expanding with his good hot man piss. Then I sucked for more. He didn't keep me waiting for long. He started his flow, this time full out, I gulped, and gulped, and gulped.

"I can't believe this slave. You like piss, don't you?"He laughed and rubbed my head, then started the flow again. Damn it was hot! What had I been missing? Gulping Master Jeb's piss down was the hottest thing I had done in L.A.

"I've got just a little more for you then that's all you get." he laughed looking at my extended belly. I must have had two quarts of piss in my stomach.

With that I squeezed his butt with both hands to let him know I wanted it. This time I rammed his cock so far down the back of my throat I didn't have to swallow. He started the flow and when he felt he didn't have to control it he opened up, full flow, and gave my belly the rest.

"Good boy! Now that's the way a slave should take a Master's piss!"

"Now stand up and turn around."

He pulled me up tight to his hard body and reached his big arms around me. He began to rub my piss extended belly telling me how hot it looked to know his piss was in there stretching me out like that.

Then he positioned his hands lower to each side and shook it so he could hear his piss slosh around inside. He laughed a pleased laugh and shook it again. Then he went to the door and called for a friend in another part of the house.

"Hey, Jim! Come in here for a minute. I've got something you should see."

"Don't be embarrassed boy. I'm proud of you and want to show you off"

"Yes, Master Jeb"